Transcripts of an Open Marriage Ch. 04

Good news readers! I found the shoebox containing my parent's sex tapes. I thought they had been lost in our recent move but I located the box in a closet in my husband's new den. Hmmm. I wonder if he has been listening to them? He strongly disapproved of my transcribing the first three and posting them on Literotica. He said we should burn them but finding them buried under old tax files in his den makes me suspicious. He and I will have to discuss this in bed tonight. He may be a bit more of a pervert than he is willing to admit to—but then aren't we all? In any case I am pleased to post the fourth installment of the sex tapes from Reggie and Susie. For those of you may have missed my prior postings (and there is no reason to read them in any particular order) I will provide my usual introduction:

My parents, Reggie and Susie Masterton, were a very attractive and popular couple in their wealthy Bay Area suburb. They were active in local civic affairs and well-liked by everyone. After my parents untimely death I found a shoebox of audio tapes among their things. The tapes recorded conversations they had while sitting naked in the hot tub on their back porch. In each tape my parents recounted prior sexual exploits almost always involving sex with someone other than their spouse. Each of them apparently led a very freewheeling and open sex life right up until they were both killed in a car crash in their early fifties. They hosted lots of parties at our home when I was growing up, but my brothers and I were dispatched to our grandparent's home for most of them or, when older, to a friend's home for an overnighter. We never had a clue about their secret life.

Reggie was tall and good looking--about 6-2, well-muscled but still trim, even when these tapes were made. He had thick dark brown hair and brown eyes that, based on what I heard on the tapes, could overcome almost any woman's resistance when he turned on his charm. Susie was about 5-5 with lovely legs, a narrow waist atop generous hips, and breasts that amply filled a D-cup bra. Her hair was blonde and she usually wore it long--at least down to her shoulders. She had sparkling blue eyes, and a round smiling face that was the essence of the American girl next door. In summary they were a very attractive and vivacious couple, always eager to meet and socialize.

Since many of their friends and lovers are still alive, I've changed all the names, including my parents, to protect the not so innocent. As with prior transcriptions Reggie's words are transcribed in italics and Susie's in regular font. My transcriber's editorial comments are set off in brackets. Enjoy!

THE SUSIE AND REGGIE SEX TAPES—VOLUME 4

Is the tape running Reggie?

Of course my dear. It's Friday night and we are sitting naked in our hot tub with a bottle of champagne. It's time to recall a couple of our prior sexual adventures and record them for posterity.

Hmmm. I'm not so sure about posterity Reggie. These tapes are for us to listen to when we are in our dotage—too old to engage in new sexual high jinks but still willing to recall how much fun we've had. What if our children found them?

Susie our children are already fully grown adults with I'm sure their own twisted and creative sex lives. How could they be shocked by our tapes.

Hmm. I 'spose that's true Reggie. But you never know about your children's sex lives do you. Suppose one of them has grown up to be a prude?

Well if that has happened these tapes will be just what they need to get over such a sexual impairment. I would not want any of our children to have grown up to be a prude. They should each have a full and exciting sex life, just like us.

Well said Reggie! I will drink to that. Open the champagne and pour it. Then we can recall this week's lewd tales.

[Sound of champagne bottle opening; and for what it is worth I would not characterize either myself or any of my siblings as prudish, but perhaps not as lascivious as my parents.]

Oh yes that is nice champagne. So Susie, what shall we talk about tonight?"

How about a time when I should have said no if I was living up to most people's standards, but I didn't.

Let's be precise Susie. Do you mean the standards most people actually follow or the ones they claim to follow and recommend that others follow?

Oh I mean the latter of course. You know; the standards your parents told you to follow when they had that coming-of-age sex talk with you.

Hmmm. I thought that was you meant because having lived with you for nearly twenty years now I can't think of many occasions when you turned down an illicit proposition. You really are a bit of a slut Susie.

Aren't we all Reggie. Aren't we all.

Laughter.

Okay tell me about the time you should have said no and were glad you didn't.

It was mid-winter and you were traveling on business. There was a cold nasty storm blowing outside with heavy rain. I got the kids off to school and cleaned up the kitchen and sat having a second cup of coffee trying to decide what to do with my day. I had food in the house for the evening's dinner. There was really no need to go out into the wretched weather. So what to do with my day? There were some dreary house cleaning chores I could do, but . . . they didn't appeal. Then I remembered that I had a lascivious bodice ripper upstairs that was only half finished. I retreated to our bath where I filled the tub with delicious warm water, stripped down, and relaxed in a warm tub as I read the steamy novel and slowly rubbed my swelling nipples. In the novel the heroine was lustfully seduced by a workman who was been hired by her husband to do odd jobs around the house. He was of course devastatingly handsome and well-endowed with a cock that far exceeded the size of her husband and drove her into orgasm after orgasm as he plowed her from behind. In other words it was typical steamy bodice ripper stuff. Just right for a cold, rainy Thursday.

Just as I was letting my fingers slide down my belly toward my pussy, I heard the doorbell ring. "Oh shit," I said. "That's the plumber that is supposed to fix the leaky garbage disposal this morning. I forgot about him." I leapt out of the tub, gave myself a quick brush with a towel and threw on a robe that was hanging on a hook in the bathroom. The robe was terrycloth which felt good on my still damp body, but it was much shorter than I realized, stopping well above mid-thigh. I opened the door to find the plumber, a tall broad shouldered black man standing tight against the door trying to avoid the pouring rain.

"You're the plumber my husband arranged to replace the garbage disposal?" I asked.

"Yes, Mam. I'm with Foxworth Plumbing."

"For goodness sake come in before you drown out there." I stepped behind him helping him shed the dripping coat he wore. There was an aroma to the man that I noticed immediately. Nothing I can describe with any specificity, but it was warm, sexy, and just delicious. He was devastatingly handsome. I watched him walk towards my kitchen thinking of the handyman who had seduced the heroine in the bodice ripper I had been reading. As he walked toward the kitchen carrying his tool kit I licked my lips, staring at his broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist atop long legs. You could see that his hips were composed of strong muscles that pushed out beyond the small of his back. A lewd thought ran through my mind. Really just an image. I pictured my hands pulling hard on those naked muscular hips with my legs spread on either side of him while he fucked me unmercifully just as the handyman was doing to the heroine when my plumber's arrival had interrupted my reading.

Once to the kitchen he opened his toolbox, dropped to his knees, and slid on his back beneath the sink to begin dismantling the worn-out plumbing. I stood staring at his waist and legs protruding from the cabinet, my mind still pursuing the analogy between my fictional heroine's plight and my own. I moved to a chair opposite the open cabinet as we talked about the weather and other mindless things. Watching him work, my mind was half on the conversation and half on the lurid details of the steamy novel I had been reading. Without any real intention I crossed and uncrossed my legs several times until both sides of my robe had fallen away from my naked legs. Then, with a more immediate purpose, I spread my legs lasciviously to the sides leaving my aroused sex fully exposed to his view. The conversation kind of died at that point as did the rattle of his wrenches against the stubborn plumbing. He was clearly focused on my lewd exposure of my pussy.

We sat in silence for several minutes, me with my legs spread and my gleaming and now weeping sex exposed to him, and he on his back, his head under the sink with a growing bulge appearing in his pants. I was so horny Reggie. You had been gone for three days and would be gone for two more. Now it appeared there was a rapidly growing cock atop the legs protruding from my kitchen sink. Something needed to be done.

"Are you enjoying the view?" I asked.

"Pardon me?"

"Are you enjoying the view of my pussy?" I repeated. As I spoke I slid my hand down and spread my pussy lips to show the gleaming tissue and the wanton hole behind the lips.

"Oh. . . . Yes. . . . Uhm. . . .Do you want me to stop looking?"

That of course was my opportunity to say no or more precisely a yes that meant no. My response was to release the loosely tied sash at the waist of the robe and then push both sides away so I was fully exposed. "Hardly. I'm rather enjoying it. And based on the lump growing in your trousers I would say you are too."

He reached down and adjusted his trousers to make room for an obviously growing cock.

Now that I was past the opportunity to reject him, I said, "You know I'm sure you would be a good deal more comfortable if you opened your pants. And besides, it only seems fair that if I've shown you mine you show me yours." So trite, but effective. His response was silent except for the rattle of his declining zipper. He squirmed his hips a bit as he pushed his pants and his undergarment down nearly to his knees revealing a magnificent engorged but not yet erect prick that lay along one of his dark legs like a threatening black snake. I licked my lips wondering just how large that prick would grow with my help. I rose and took the few steps to where he was laying letting my robe fall to the floor so I was completely naked. Dropping to my knees alongside him I stroked his cock and then lifted it in a hand, surprised at its weight. It was beautiful. A truly gorgeous cock. My fingers couldn't begin to reach around it. It twitched in response to my touch. Leaning forward I stroked his tool from the base to head with my tongue, repeating again and again as it grew and rose to a fully erect angry monster. Opening my mouth I slurped the head and perhaps the top inch or so into my mouth until I felt it bang up against the opening to my throat. I knew there was no way I was going to take this beast down my throat. As I pulled back, sucking with my lips and cheeks, my tongue was dancing with lust on the sensitive skin below and beneath the head. I kept the blow job up for several minutes. I knew that this big cock was going to be good for other things, but as you know Reggie, I do so love sucking a cock and this was an especially nice one. My plumber's only response was to groan each time I pulled my mouth back with suction. I was leaning on my forearms on his strong legs with one hand dedicated to stroking the seemingly miles of cock I was unable to get in my mouth and the other hand to fondling the balls that hung beneath the fearsome shaft. His balls were large and hung loosely in a dark sack. As I fondled them and rolled them back and forth I couldn't help but wonder just how much cum they would generate to fill my pussy and coat my chest.

When he finally spoke he said, "Let's get out from beneath this sink. You give a great blow job, but there are other uses for my prick that I'm sure you will enjoy." I certainly hope so I was thinking. I stood and retreated to the chair I had been sitting in before, now slouched, naked with my legs spread obscenely and my hands playing with my swollen tits and my dripping pussy. I watched him crawl out from beneath the sink and strip off his clothes. He looked magnificent, his skin a gleaming ebony, his body lean and well-muscled and his large cock standing stiffly out from his groin. I watched him stroke his cock and invited him forward with a curl of one finger. Dropping to his knees before me he lifted my legs and spread them lewdly apart, one leg resting on each of his broad shoulders, leaving my sex open to his oral attack. He began to tongue my wanton pussy while he used first one and then two fingers to explore my dripping cunt. The other hand mauled my titties. At first his tongue was focused on the sensitive tissue between my pussy lips. The combined eroticism of his hands on my breasts, fingers in my cunt and tongue on sex was stunning. Each time he flicked my clit with his tongue I shrieked in pleasure.

I lay slouched in the chair, my widespread legs supported by his strong arms, soaking up the pleasure his lips and hands were delivering to me. I felt like I could lie there in bliss forever. Who needed a steamy romance novel when I had a real plumber between my legs. "Oh fuck that's good," I groaned repeatedly. I know I was redundant, but so were his tongue and fingers and I couldn't conceive of anything better. I was enjoying our lustful play immensely. Eventually I felt a growing need: a need that had started with the bodice ripper; a need that had begun to smolder in my mid-section when I absorbed his delightful aroma as I helped him shuck off his rain soaked jacket; a need that grew in intensity as I watched his cock grow and lift a tent in his trousers in response to my wanton exposure of my sex; a need that had become a raging fire in loins as he worked my pussy with his lascivious tongue and my tongue with his talented fingers; a need that was crying out for fulfillment. "Make me cum. I need to cum. I'm so fucking close," I groaned.

He responded by sucking my clit between his lips and lashing it with tip of his tongue while one of his fingers pressed hard on my G-spot and the fingers of the other hand pinched a nipple. I collapsed in a screaming mass of pleasure feeling a long climax rage throughout my body. Recovering, I opened my eyes to see this handsome black man sitting back on his heels between my legs smiling with satisfaction as my juices dripped from his face. "Was that good Ms. Masterson?" he asked.

"Oh fuck." I gasped in response. "Fuck yes." Recovering I sat up and leaned forward in the chair taking his head in my hands and kissing him in a long, lustful kiss. I could taste my own pussy juices on him and the flavor just added to the power of his kiss. His lips, the very lips that had been suckling on my clit minutes ago, were soft and tender and his tongue probed softly into my mouth dueling tenderly with my own. I dropped from the chair as the kiss carried on seemingly forever landing on my knees, one on either side of his strong legs, with my tits mashed against his chest and his rock-hard cock pressed against my belly.

When we parted for breath he said, "There's more you know."

"Oh I hope so," I responded. We untangled ourselves and he lay on his back on the kitchen floor. I swung a leg over him so I was straddling his hips with his big cock pressed against my sex from one end to the other. It felt so fucking good, but I was just a bit worried about whether I could take him. I was worried, but I had to try. The relief provided by the strong climax his tongue had provided me with was long gone. I wanted to feel my cunt filled to the brim and I was sure this was the cock to do it. I rose up on my knees and grabbed his prick with one hand to line it up while I leaned on his hard chest with my other hand. He pressed up just a bit with his hips and the head slid into my cunt. Not easily mind you and not without some pain as he stretched me, but it went in and it felt so fucking good. He took his time slowly working it in, pulling back a bit and then forcing it in just a bit deeper each time until I felt his balls against my ass so I knew he was all the way in. We didn't start fucking immediately. I just sat there reveling in the fullness of his cock. It was everywhere. There wasn't a nerve in my cunt that it wasn't touching. I tried swiveling my hips and it was like dragging fire around the inside of my cunt. There were sparks everywhere as his prick rubbed my nerve endings. I groaned, "Oh Fuuuuuck."

"You like that Ms. Masterson," he asked. He had his big hands mauling my tits again, using a thumb and forefinger to rub and pinch each engorged nipple.

"Oh fuck yes. My god you've got a magnificent prick." I began to ride him slowly raising and lowering myself on his tool. A little higher each time, coming down a little quicker and a little more forcefully each time, groaning with the exquisite pleasure it was generating. It wasn't long until I was just bouncing up and down on him and twisting my upper body at the same time, my tits and even my hair swinging wildly about. He wasn't doing much of anything, just lying still with that gigantic erect prick of his providing me with a tool to fuck myself silly. Each time I came down on him I could feel his pubic bone rubbing against my clit spending sparks throughout my system. I've read that a woman's clit and her G-spot are extensions of the same nerve bundle and if that is true my erotic nerve was getting it from both ends. Never mind that I had climaxed with fury on his tongue only a few minutes ago. I could feel another giant climax building. "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum again. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. It's so close and it's gonna be . . . I took a deep gasp of air losing my ability to form words and then I screamed as another climax tore through me. When it was over I was laying forward on his chest and his still hard dick was sliding slowly out of me, leaving a void behind it. I was sobbing from the emotional release.

"There's more you know," he said in his soft, low voice a few moments later. I had slid off him and was lying curled in a fetal position on my kitchen floor still feeling tiny aftershocks of my orgasm. He was standing next to me lightly stroking his still hard prick as it stood straight out from his body.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. "You didn't cum did you?"

"Not yet," he said. I uncoiled so I was lying on my back my legs spread in invitation as I felt my raging lust return. "Do you want more?" he asked with perhaps the dumbest question of the century.

Passing yet another opportunity to say no, I rolled to my knees, my face resting on my arms and my ass in the air, and growled, "Do me from behind." He dropped to his knees behind me, kicking my legs apart to get my pussy to the right height. He grabbed both sides of my ass with his big powerful hands. They felt warm against my ass cheeks which had chilled lying on the floor. I could feel his cock probing at my entrance, still too tight from my climax to let him in. But I wanted him in. I wanted to feel that big powerful cock filling me up as it had before. I reached back with one hand and lined him up perfectly. I pushed back hard using the muscles in my core and in my thighs. It hurt again but he popped in and then . . . Oh then Reggie, it felt so good. So fucking good. His cock was filling me, sliding slowly into my depths stretching me out again and rubbing all my sensitive parts as it forced its way in. He was pressing now spreading me wider and stretching me to let him in deeper and deeper. "Oh shit," I gasped. "How fucking big are you?"