Weekend Getaway Day 01

People who think that your first name does not help determine your fate are invariably named Bill or John or Mary. They are safely anonymous behind their plain vanilla name and never have the world prejudge them or pigeon hole them based on their parent's whim alone. But take it from me, Candi - a name can dictate how others first perceive you and sway their ultimate treatment of you.

I would like to think that my parents had some fascination with Voltaire and shortened the outdated Candide for my sake – but I know better. It was the early 70s in America and my parents were rebellious (let us say with a wink), so they functioned within the barely socially acceptable boundaries of that freer time. "Candy" was a euphemism for any number of now heavily illegal substances that constituted their realm of pleasure and undoubtedly I was the result of one such night of intense pleasure. I'm sure they thought it cute to name me Candi. They thought of it as the ultimate inside joke (which proves how wasted they must have been at the time). Don't get me wrong. I love my parents and appreciate all that they have done for me. But the name they placed upon my head in 1972 has moved my life in ways that they could never have predicted.

I suppose it didn't help any that I also inherited my mother's beautiful features and (eventually) her somewhat intriguing figure. The world looked at me, heard the name Candi and immediately wrote me off as an air-head, an object, a thing. The jokes began early and never stopped through grammar school and high school. I was "sweet to look at", I would "melt in your mouth", and I gave wonderful "Hershey kisses". Even when I couldn't hear the particular comment made by a group of leering guys, I knew from their raucous laughter what they were talking about.

Even boyfriends couldn't resist the temptation of wooing me with their puns and commercial take-offs. Each of them would use the same tired lines and look at me as if I should marvel at their unique wit and intelligence. I learned to smile weakly lest they be crushed but their lack of novelty always weighed heavily against them. I learned to appreciate anyone who would get past my name on first being introduced which is why I became so attracted to my future husband, Jim, when we were introduced. Somehow without talking about it, he knew how my name had dictated so much of my life. He never mentioned it (and god, that was refreshing because even people who didn't make fun of it, ALWAYS wanted to talk about my name). It wasn't until much later – after I was totally in love with him and I think he was in love with me – that he finally verbalized any recognition of the burden I had to bear. One night he started calling me his "Joy" and it stuck as a pet name. He used it in passing and he occasionally used it while making love to me. I came to love it as well – and much later he ventured the origins of the name. He said I reminded him of an Almond Joy because I was "indescribably delicious". It was his first candy reference but it was very subtle and, yes, it was very sweet – pun intended.

Jim and I have had many exciting sexual adventures in our lives both before and after the one that I am about to relate. I have chosen to tell you this one because it was my first mature awakening to all that sex should and could be. It was a slow awakening as you will see. I am not one of those wives who suddenly decided to take on a barroom full of studs, but I hope you will enjoy the story just the same.

It happened when I was 21 and Jim and I were recently engaged. My sister and her husband had a house near the Rhode Island beaches and they were traveling abroad so they offered us the use of their home for a long weekend getaway. We jumped at the chance and when Jim's friend, Sam, heard about it he asked if he could tag along since he was an avid windsurfer and the area was perfect for that sport. I guess we sort of assumed that Sam's on-again off-again girlfriend Jane would be joining us but she had to work that weekend so it turned out to be just the three of us. I have always enjoyed Sam's company so there was no problem.

It was an early June weekend – clear and sunny – when the summer was just beginning and it seemed like it would never end. I packed a few things for the trip and at the last minute I threw on a new outfit that I had just made, a short skirt with a matching top made out of a white cotton with small blue stripes. I hadn't really thought much about it but when I got into the car, it was clear that it was having some effect on the boys. Jim kept mentioning how great it looked on me and Sam agreed both verbally and silently as I noticed he continued to steal looks at my legs in his rearview mirror on the drive down from Boston. I am a little older now and coming to grips with all that that entails, but as I reflect back that must have been the time when I was most in my prime physically. I am a tall brunette (5'10") and I have very long legs to compliment my fairly pronounced figure. I am not a stick by any means but I have managed to keep my figure if for no other reason than that I want to keep my man. I totally appreciated the attention that I was receiving that night. My sewing efforts were partly a result of my interest in that hobby and partly a result of my financial situation at that time, so I was relieved that my efforts looked professional. The conversation was pleasant on the trip down and when we got into Rhode Island we stopped at a liquor store and food store and loaded up for the weekend. I was truly looking forward to the getaway.

For most of that early Friday evening, we were content to have a few drinks and prepare our meal but after dining we all became a little anxious to go down and roam around on the beach. It was about a mile drive down from the house and we grabbed another bottle of wine and headed off. I can still remember that twilight – the air fresh with that hint of salt and fish that can immediately conjure up memories of a beach. The night was still warm but comfortable. The boys kidded me a little about being a tease as my skirt blew a little in the breeze but it was all harmless fun. We started to head back up to the house but when we got close, Jim asked me if I wanted to get out of Sam's car and walk the rest of the way. I quickly agreed because as much as I like Sam, I thought it would be nice to be alone with Jim for awhile.

As the car pulled away, I suddenly realized how much Jim wanted to be with me. Without a word he pulled me to him and began to ravage my body. We had been sleeping together for some time so we were over that initial crazy lust time but Jim began to act as if it were our first time together. He was as hard as I have ever felt him – he made sure I realized that right away – and were it not for some other cars driving down the road we may have made love right there. Cooler heads prevailed, however, and we began to walk towards the house.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked. "You're a wild man!"

"I don't know, honey. There's just something about you tonight. I started when you walked out of your apartment in that outfit. You just looked so hot. And then I guess I started to notice that way that Sam was looking at you. Sometimes I forget how gorgeous you are and when I see someone else look at you with that awed expression on his face it makes me realize how great you are. I just love you totally right now and I want to have you."

"Well, we're almost home, big boy, and you can have me then. Hold on."

"No," Jim said. "I don't want to go inside because we'll have to talk to Sam for awhile before heading to bed. I want you now – outside – under the stars."

So that is what we did. As we neared my sister's house, we cut through the small hedge and entered the back yard. We went under the large sprawling shade tree that was planted near the back porch and Jim began to kiss and fondle me. I reached down and undid his belt buckle and the obvious heat that he had for me was once again obvious. I still had on my miniskirt outfit and I didn't feel like getting it dirty by laying down in the grass so I went to me knees and used my mouth to play with Jim's erection. I could tell that he was consumed with desire by this point so I didn't suck too hard. As I stood up, I turned around and put my hands against the tree. I leaned down so that there was no doubt about what position I favored. Jim reached up and removed my panties and began sliding his cock up and down my wet pussy. With one mighty thrust he was in and he immediately pressed forward to totally bury himself in my slit. It was heavenly. It was a continuation of the outdoor theme that had begun earlier with our trip to the beach. I gasped as he began to furiously pound me from behind. I caught my breath and my knees wavered as his passion drove forward again and again. I don't know how long we were in that position and I certainly don't remember if I made much noise but I remember his short cry as he pumped his load into me. My hands were shaking against the tree as I steadied myself for a moment before turning around and hugging Jim gently. Our hearts pounded against each other as we struggled to regain normal breathing. The slightly salty taste of his sweat entered my mouth as I kissed his neck.

"O, Joy…" was all he could say and it reflected my feelings perfectly. As I regained an awareness of place and time, I looked up at the house and noticed some movement behind the family room curtain. It didn't startle me or scare me but I realized that Sam must have wondered about our whereabouts and looked out the window. I wondered how long he had been there and I wondered how much he had seen from his vantage point.

"Jim, I think that Sam might have been watching us just now. I think I just saw him duck back from the window."

Jim just laughed. His sense of elation after our lovemaking prohibited him from being too serious about anything. "Don't worry about it, Candi. I'm sure it was your imagination. Besides, can you blame him from wanting to look at you. I have always told you how beautiful you are….especially during the act."

His attitude was contagious and I felt relieved. Sam had seen whatever he had seen and it didn't bother me. I adjusted my clothes, stepped back into my panties, and took Jim's hand as we headed back towards the house.

I headed to my sister's bedroom for a shower while Jim grabbed a beer and joined Sam in the family room. I was very content with my night and I laid down and began to read a book. At some point I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was Jim coming to bed about an hour later. He was trying to be quiet but his fumbling in the dark awakened me and I reached out for him as he slid into bed. As violently delicious as our earlier lovemaking was, I was now ready for a more sedate session. I pulled him close to me and ran my hands down his back. He moved towards me and I was surprised that he was once again hard and ready to go.

"Well, hello there, Jimbo. You seem to be in the mood again. I guess these long weekend getaways agree with you."

"I'm having a great time," he said as he began to fondle my breasts. "I would like to stop the clock and stay here forever."

Jim reached down and gently opened my legs. I turned on my back and he mounted me immediately and began his rhythmic thrusts. It was a comfortable, familiar feeling and I again lost my thoughts in the moment. His passion drove us forward and he again drove deeply inside me as he came. It was exceptional and he remained in that position."

"Thank you, honey," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too. And I should be thanking you. It was a nice way to wake up. Did you and Sam have a good time downstairs?"

There was a short pause before Jim answered. "Well, you know - guy talk. We drank some beers and watched the end of the Sox game. The usual stuff in an unusual location."

I snuggled closer to Jim as I felt his erection diminish inside of me. "Did you talk about me at all?" I was trying to tease Jim but again I felt a small delay before his answer.

"How could we not talk about you, Candi. You were the highlight of the evening. Sam had the same reaction to your new outfit that I did. Unfortunately he doesn't have the release that I have in that regard. I think he regrets being here alone, but that's the way it goes."

Jim paused and then continued on. At the same time, I realized that his cock was stiffening a bit inside of me. "It's especially tough for him because…well, because he admitted to me that he did look out and saw us making love against the tree. He said that it was pretty dark but I know he could see our position and your legs and your ass and it obviously turned him on a little."

The turn in the conversation made me even more of a tease. "It only turned him on a little?" I asked. "That's an insult. I would hope that my ass would turn him on a lot. I suppose I have to start working out a little more regularly."

Jim laughed. "Don't start getting insulted by my phrasing, Candi. Honestly, I was trying to make the whole thing as unthreatening as possible for you. I could tell that we turned Sam on a LOT. And I know he is sitting downstairs right now trying to get the image of you out of his head so that he can get some sleep. It might take a few more beers but it's the only way that he is going to bed tonight."

I suddenly felt an extraordinary wetness between my legs. It was the combination of Jim's sperm, the conversation and Sam's reaction to watching me. It is always good to feel wanted and it made me hot to think about the effect the evening had had on Sam. Jim continued to grow inside of me so I started to push the edge of the conversation a little.

"Poor Sam," I said. "He's got a raging hard-on and Jane is 75 miles away. I guess he'll just have to take care of himself tonight. Isn't that what you would do, Jim, if you were in his position?"

"Yes, I would – if that was the only alternative. But it is frustrating nonetheless. I can imagine how hard I would be if I had just watched Sam and Jane outside of my window." I knew that Jim thought that Jane was attractive so his mention of her was not a surprise.

"But what would you really want if you were in Sam's position?" I teased.

Jim hesitated but our relationship was such (even at this early stage) that he knew he could tell me anything. "What I would really want would be for some lovely angel to descend from the heavens and help me relieve my anguish, so to speak. I would like divine assistance."

"Well, I'll say a prayer on behalf of Sam. Maybe the gods will smile upon him."

Jim took a deep breath. "Candi, you know I love you and I want to marry you and live with you forever. But that doesn't preclude you from making love to someone else if you ever wanted to." Jim paused and tried to measure my reaction. "If you wanted to make love to anyone else, I would just hope that you could tell me so that I knew."

"Well I don't have any desire to make love to anyone else, but I will let you know." I laughed but Jim continued to be obviously turned on by the conversation. "I mean I have always liked Sam and I think he is attractive, but I am content with you."

"I appreciate that, Candi – but the idea of you with someone else is kind of a turn-on. Have you ever thought about being with another man – or with two men?"

Now it was my turn to pause. Of course thoughts like that have gone through my mind in the past. In fact, earlier tonight when I realized that we might have been watched, the idea excited me. I knew I was sexy. I knew that I could please men. So Jim's question was easily answered internally but tougher to verbalize aloud. There was a long pause while I gathered my thoughts.

"Do you want me to be with other men?" I asked.

"No, not really," he whispered. "But I thought that you might want to be Sam's angel tonight. He's an old friend and I know he would appreciate it – and the idea does sort of turn me on as well."

I had to think for a minute. I didn't want Jim to lose any trust in me but this seemed to be different. Whether it was the beer that was talking or not, he wanted me to help Sam. I knew I had to move slowly.

"Well I will not let him fuck me. But if you really think that he needs a little assistance I don't see how that could hurt. Should I tell him it was your idea or just assault him?"

"I don't know which way would make him feel better. Why don't you play it by ear. I'll wait for you here, but I want to know all the details."

I really didn't know what was going to happen as I slid out of the bed. I went to the bathroom to try to brush my hair and collect my thoughts. When I looked in the mirror I couldn't help but smile a little bit – it had been a while since I had seen a new cock and now this particular one was being handed to me by my fiancé. All of the teasing I had done earlier to Sam and Jim had led up to this moment so I had to make the best of it. I put on some bright red lipstick that my sister had in the bathroom and then I started to realize how the night would play out.

I left the bedroom quietly without saying another word to Jim. I wanted to create the illusion that he had fallen asleep. As I went downstairs, I made it a point to announce my descent so as not to surprise Sam. As I entered the family room, I could tell that he had a buzz on and is eyes scraped haltingly down my body. It was his first look at my full length negligee and I could tell that the shadows played nicely under the white satin. I entered the room and walked quickly towards the couch.

"I understand that you were watching us early as we made love, Sam. Don't feel bad about it. I just wanted to know what you thought. Was I sexy?"

"That is a silly question, Candi. You are a beautiful woman."

"But now I am worried that you are in a tough position, Sam. Or should I say a hard position?" My hand reached down to his lap to verify the accuracy of my statement. "Here's the deal. I want to help you out but I don't want you to think poorly of me. Do you want my help?"

Jim looked at the stairs behind me, which conveyed his thoughts and fears.

"Don't worry about Jim. He is okay with this. He wants you to be happy and he wants me to feel free. Do you want my help? I will give you a handjob.

"Yes, please," Sam stammered. "Thank you so much."

I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down and off of his legs. Sam stretched out his legs and pulled down his boxers. His cock was semi-hard as I grasped it with both hands and began to caress it. I kneeled down in front of Sam and let my hair hang down over his cock – Jim had told me in the past how sexy this felt. As he got rock hard I even grabbed a handful of my hair and masturbated him with it. His breathing was heavier and his eyes widened. I hadn't intended on doing more but my lips were only inches away from his cock and I couldn't help but lick the tip of his penis. I stroked him harder and then began to feed his cock into my mouth. He reached out and tried to touch my breasts but when I pulled back from his hand, he stopped and apologized.

"Don't worry" I said, "I just need to be in control of what happens. Would you like to see my breasts?"

The expression on his face answered before his voice could, so I peeled the top of my nightgown down to my waist. I straightened up so that he could get a good view of me before I again crouched over his hot red cock. His legs twitched out in front of him as he began to orgasm. I grabbed him with both hands and opened my mouth wide before swallowing him as deeply as I could. I grasped the base of his cock and his balls as I felt the hot sticky fluid cascade into my mouth and down the back of my throat. I kept my mouth firmly over his cock but opened my eyes and looked directly at him as his second and third shudder pumped more cum down my throat. I felt fantastic. I was his angel of relief and his eyes melted into mine as he acknowledged my presence and my mastery.