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The Body Oil
I'm not the most romantic guy in the world, though I have my moments.
My wife of nearly five years had been dropping enough hints, saying that
we were stuck in a rut, that our sex wasn't as exciting as it used to
be, that special occasions deserved special attention, so I finally
decided to surprise her with a grand romantic gesture. With our
anniversary was coming up, I began making preparations, buying supplies,
carefully storing them in the trunk of my car. On the big day, I got up
to leave for work as usual. "Want to do anything special tonight?"
Diane asked as I opened the door.
"I could pick up tacos on the way home," I offered.
Diane's face fell. "Sure," she said dejectedly. "That sounds nice."
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too."
It was maybe a cruel prank, but I really wanted her to be surprised.
Though I left in the direction of work, drove instead to Starbucks, got
some coffee, and waited until I knew my wife would have left for her own
job; then I came back to the apartment. I had secretly taken the day off
to get things ready. There were new bath salts, so that she could wash
away the work day, a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses to be placed
on the nightstand with some pieces of her favourite chocolate, candles
to spread around the room, some and a special bottle of "his and hers"
body oil that was 100% guaranteed to spice up anyone's sex life. I had
picked them up at what I assumed to be a local sex shop that was
rumoured to purvey mysterious and powerful items. Most of it seemed
like goth fetishwear, or antique store rejects, but when I came across
the seemingly ordinary oil, I was certain it was the perfect thing. The
final element was a sprinkling of rose petals to really add to the
romance.
By then it was almost noon. I grabbed a quick bite to eat then went to
work on the much more involved process of preparing dinner. Normally,
Diane handled most of the cooking. It wasn't that I disliked it--in
fact, I sometimes enjoyed it. She and I had even had some fun sessions
cooking together which had turned into steamy sex on the kitchen floor.
I knew she would appreciate the night off, and if the dinner was a
success, I might have her thoroughly charmed before our evening
activities. Baking a cheesecake and roasting a duck were elaborate
tasks, but I managed to finish both right on schedule.
I met Diane at the door when she arrived home from work. She was
initially concerned since she was usually the first one home, but I
reassured her that all was well and that I had an exciting evening
planned. She had assumed, fairly, that I had completely forgotten about
the occasion (it wouldn't have been the first time), but this romantic
turnaround impressed her even more than if she had known it was coming.
Dinner, I have to say, was prepared perfectly. Diane told me it was
orgasmic, and I said with a mischievous grin "That part comes later."
We ate our desert slowly, feeding each other and playing with our food.
By the time we were done, both of us had already lost our shirts in the
hope of making it easier to lick whipped cream and strawberry glaze off
of each other's skin. Between such erotic play, our lips would meet for
hungry kisses. I could tell Diane was ready for me to take her right
there on the table with her ass in the cheesecake. Ordinarily I would
have been more than happy to oblige, but I had put a lot of work into
this evening and didn't want it to go to waste.
"Wait," I whispered, finally pulling my lips away from her skin. I
pointed to the hallway and to the trail of rose petals she had not yet
had a chance to notice. She just smiled at me, then pranced down the
hallway to follow the trail leading to the bath salts by the tub. I
could tell she was pleased with my efforts, which was already its own
reward. Still I was looking forward to really having some fun once she
found what was in the bedroom. While she investigated, I quickly
stacked the dishes in the kitchen. By the time I was done, I could hear
water running in the bathtub. Once I knew she was soaking, I peeked
into the bathroom. She was nice and relaxed in the tub. As quietly as
possible, I removed her clothes from the bedroom floor and replaced them
with some sexy new lingerie I had picked out. As quickly as possible, I
moved the trail of rose petals so that it led to our bedroom. Then I
began lighting candles. My timing worked out perfectly. I had just lit
the last candle and begun pouring the wine when I heard a sultry voice
from the doorway.
"You've outdone yourself, lover."
I looked up to see Diane wrapped in white silk nightgown that barely
contained her enormous bust. I smiled in pride, and in arousal, and
held out a glass of wine. She smiled coyly in return and slowly
sauntered across the room, each movement filled with sensual grace.
Inches apart, she took the glass from my hand, letting her nightgown
slip open slightly so I could catch a glimpse of what waited beneath.
When my eyes finally broke away and moved back up to her face, she was
smiling proudly. We clinked glasses and drank. This time, she
surprised me when she grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me
in for a kiss. But she didn't stop there. She bent my head back and
let a mouthful of wine trickle from her lips to mine. Astonished by the
sudden rush of sensations, I still managed to swallow the wine, but then
Diane's tongue was thrusting into my mouth, lapping up the traces of
wine that still clung about my mouth. I quickly returned the favour,
delighting in the taste of wine clinging to her lips. It was the most
sensual kiss I had ever experienced.
"I've gotta try that," I said, taking a big sip of wine.
"Wait a moment," she said, setting down her glass. "I would hate to get
a stain on this lovely silk robe." As she spoke, she untied the belt at
the waist and let the silk glide off of her body. The sight made me
gulp, which consequently made me swallow a large mouthful of wine. I
was stunned by her radiant image. "Surprised?" she asked. "You bought
it for me." She was right, but seeing something on a mannequin could
never compare to seeing it on Diane's flawless body. The white lace of
her lingerie seemed to shimmer and glow against her dark complexion.
And as delicate as the bra appeared, it still managed to lift up her
breasts and enhance her already irresistible cleavage. The panties were
even more enticing, particularly because there was even less
there--barely any material at all. A thin string emerged from the cleft
of her cute little ass and parted in a high arc over her hips, making
her long legs look even longer, before the fabric joined again in a lacy
little triangle which barely concealed her pussy. Diane seemed pleased
by my speechlessness and said, "Now what was that you wanted to try?"
I quickly knocked back the rest of my glass, then took Diane into my
arms. I held her close, allowing my hands to flow gently over her soft,
warm skin. I didn't want to rush this, though the tingle of alcohol on
my tongue hurried me along a bit. Our lips met. I felt her tongue
lightly sliding back and forth over my lips, occasionally flicking
against them, probing for an opening. Finally, I tilted her head back
and parted my lips, allowing the wine to slowly drain into her mouth.
When it was all gone, I started to pull away, but she held my face tight
against hers, and was again surprised by the rush of wine flowing into
my mouth. I was getting incredibly turned on by the sensual intimacy of
this kiss. Our hands roamed freely over each other's bodies while our
tongues darted back and forth, lapping at the mouthful of wine we both
shared, until it became too much. We finally swallowed and parted,
doubly intoxicated by the wine and by our arousal.
It was time for the oil. I guided her to the bed, placed a piece of
chocolate in her mouth, then picked up the bottle. While Diane ate her
chocolate and sipped her wine I opened the bottle, allowing its pungent
fragrance to fill the room, putting both of us into a kind of haze. I
squirted some of the oil into my hand and began rubbing it into her neck
and shoulders. Even though it had been sitting out, the oil felt warm
in my hands and Diane sighed softly as I massaged her. I squirted more
oil into my hands and started working on her arms and lower back, then
her legs while I sucked and nibbled on the back of her neck, finding
that I enjoyed the taste of the oil--both sweet and spicy at once. I
slipped off her bra and began massaging her breasts as well. By now,
Diane's whole body was now glistening in the candle light and she was
positively moaning in pleasure. Whatever the oil was doing had her
really turned on. She eagerly helped me strip off her panties as I
lowered a hand positively drenched in oil down to her crotch. As soon
as my slick fingers touched her pussy she screamed out, "Oh, yes!" I
was rubbing slowly up and down when she said in a hoarse whisper, "Stick
it in me."
I didn't need much coaxing and forcefully shoved a finger up her cunt.
Her high pitch voice cried out in ecstasy as I shoved my fingers in and
out. I accelerated my pace as her hips began to thrust to match me.
She moaned and squealed and repeated "oh, yes," until she let out a long
loud scream of orgasmic pleasure. "Oh, baby," she said, "you've gotta
know how that feels."
It was "his and hers" oil after all, so I handed her the bottle. Soon
her small hands were running up and down my arms, over my chest and back
spreading that hot, tingling oil over my body. By now my erection was
pushing so hard against my pants that it almost hurt, so I discarded
them, along with my underwear. Diane continued her work, rubbing oil
over my feet, my legs, until she finally reached my cock, standing proud
like a flag pole. She gave it a soft kiss right on the tip that made it
twitch. Then, with a liberal handful of oil, she began rubbing the
whole length of the shaft with both hands. We had used lubes before,
but her hands had never felt so slippery before. The amazing feeling,
combined with the tingling spread over my whole body, but especially my
dick, I was positively shaking with pleasure. Diane had given me a few
more playful kisses and, finding as I had that she enjoyed the taste of
the oil, began sucking on my cock. That really got me going. She
always looked so sexy down there between my legs with her full lips
sliding up and down my member. Meanwhile, her oily hands continued to
caress my skin, stimulating every part of my body. I was going crazy
and knew I was about to get off. I tried to pull away from Diane so I
wouldn't cum in her mouth, but she surprised me further when she firmly
grabbed me firmly, digging her nails into my ass, and deep throating my
whole cock--something she had never done before. It was too much--I came
hard, thrusting my hips into her face and shooting hot cum down her
throat. It was the best orgasm I could remember, made even sweeter as
Diane continued to lick my cock, sucking up every last drop of cum,
almost like she savoured its taste. I chalked it up to the oil, feeling
increasingly pleased with my purchase.
Surprisingly, even though we had both cum once already, Diane and I only
seemed to get more aroused. Unlike usual, my erection didn't fade at
all--if anything I felt harder. Delirious with lust, we threw our bodies
together, all arms and legs writhing together. We continued to pour the
oil into our hands and over our bodies. As we kissed and caressed, the
oil soon coated our faces, soaked into our hair, ran in rivulets down
our skin. I even found myself grunting with pleasure as Diane slid an
oily finger into my ass, something I had always resisted before. I was
delighted when she then turned around and asked me to take her in the
ass. She was so tight down there, but my oiled up dick rammed in and
out of her with ease. I wrapped an arm around her waist so I could
finger her pussy as well while she massaged her own breasts, and we were
soon screaming with our second orgasms of the night. My erection was
still as stiff as ever, and I might have been worried if I wasn't still
so horny.
It seemed like we had been going at it for hours when Diane finally laid
back in bed with her legs spread wide. In the candlelight, her oiled
body shimmered like it was made of gold. I wondered if her skin felt
hot and cold all at the same time like mine did, if she felt like her
whole body was dissolving into pure pleasure, if it felt like her senses
had become the very oil which still flowed over and between our bodies
She smiled at me devilishly and said, "Fuck me." She didn't need to ask
twice, and I climbed on top of her, guiding my penis into position.
Diane wanted it so badly that she was practically thrusting her hips up
at me. Always eager to please, I plunged into her. The feeling of our
oily genitals meeting was almost orgasmic in itself. But it only got
better as I started to slide in and out. I had never felt so hard in my
entire life and started thrusting harder, faster, trying to penetrate as
deeply as possible into Diane's steaming hot cunt. She was crying out
in ecstasy which only spurred me on faster--this was the best sex we had
ever had.
Driven by pure lust, my movements were so wild and fast, that I managed
to slip out of her. I slowed down to guide my dick back into her pussy,
then began pumping away again. My whole body was on fire. I wanted so
badly to explode and shoot my load deep inside Diane's body, but I
wanted to wait until she came too. For all her screams, it seemed like
it would be any moment, but like me, she seemed to just keep creeping
closer and closer to the edge without going over it. Then I slipped out
of her again, sliding over her slick pussy. "Oh yeah, baby," Diane said
in a low, sultry voice. "Keep sliding it like that." So I did. I kept
my thrusting motion, but instead of thrusting into her, I slid my dick
back and forth between her labia and over her clit. I had to admit,
even though it was different, it felt great, especially the way her
stiff clit rubbed against the shaft of my cock. I had never seen her so
erect, but considering how hard I felt, I just figured the oil was
having a similar effect on her too.
We kept at it, both of us moaning in extreme arousal. The oil had
really soaked in now, and the sensitivity of my whole body seemed to be
amplified more than I could bear. It felt like I was burning up, but I
could also see goose bumps on my skin. Usually my hair was too thick to
see them, but between the candle light and the oil they stood out
noticeably. However, my mind was more focused on the feelings
continuing to build up in my groin. At some point, I had perceived that
my penis was a bit smaller, but with all the pressure I felt
concentrated in it, I knew I was still erect. And each time that stubby
member felt the impact of colliding with Diane's engorged clit, a wave
of electricity coursed through my body, driving away any hint of
concern.
At that point, we shifted positions. I leaned back and Diane propped
herself up with her arms. Since there was no longer any penetration, we
could be more effective if we adjusted. We settled on interlocking in a
scissoring position, leaning away from each other, but with our legs
interlocked so that we could press our groins together. I would have
expected such a position to really batter my balls, but I couldn't
remember the last time I had noticed them. I just knew my scrotum felt
incredibly tight. By now, my penis was just a thick nub, about the size
of a thumb, but Diane's clit had grown to about that size, and the best
feeling came from just feeling pressure on that still stiff organ. So,
we grinded into each other furiously, almost like we were tribbing. The
pleasure, which had so far been concentrated in my shrinking cock, now
began to diffuse throughout my whole body. And I moaned a long guttural
sound like a cat in heat. With each motion of my hips, I could feel
Diane pressing harder against my soft flesh. She used one hand to grab
my knee, supporting herself with the other so that she could push harder
against me. I didn't remember her being so strong before or having such
large hands. I was becoming more and more aware of the feeling of the
small rod between her legs as it pressed against me and slid over the
soft, puffy skin of my groin. "Oh baby," I moaned, collapsing onto my
back.
"You like that?" Diane said, her voice hoarse--almost gravelly.
The high pitch sound that escaped my lips could only be described as a
whimper. In response, Diane changed positions again. She grabbed me
firmly by the waist, long fingers reaching around to press into my ass,
and dragged me toward the edge of the bed. I felt lighter than I could
remember, while my ass had felt softer. But in that pleasure high, it
was hard to be certain of anything. What I did notice clearly was Diane
spreading my legs open wide, so that she could stand at the edge of the
bed and grind on me. It was a new arrangement for us, and Diane seemed
to tower over me in that position. I found myself admiring her broad,
powerful shoulders, strong arms, and defined abs: features I had never
noticed before. I tried to look lower, but couldn't see anything where
our groins met. For one thing, there was not much left to see. I knew
my penis had shrunk into little more than a tiny button, but that just
meant that Diane's now monstrous clit could press that button firmly
with every thrust.
The real problem with my sightline, however, was that I couldn't see
past my chest. Ever since we had shifted to this position, Diane's
hands had been running all over my oiled body, down my long, lithe legs,
over the curves of my hips, up my flat belly. All the contact was only
intensifying the sensitivity already driving me wild. Now, as if on
cue, her rough hands reached up and started stroking my pecs. At least
I thought they were my pecs. They had never been so soft and malleable
before. It was odd, but nice--the way Diane caressed and squeezed them.
They seemed to keep swelling, and the more flesh there was, the better
it felt. In fact, with Diane's hands on my chest and her thick member
grinding against me, I was practically in heaven. I couldn't believe I
had never felt so good before--but all thoughts of those feelings raced
away when she pinched my nipple. Lightning coursed through my whole
body, setting off a fire deep in my belly. I dug my nails into her skin
and cried out with a voice so high it almost sounded feminine.
And then our eyes met. Suddenly we became conscious of what was
happening, of what had been happening the whole time we were having sex,
of what had already happened. The man who had been Diane let go of me
and backed away from the bed. I rose up slowly, becoming aware of the
way my new breasts shifted and how my longer hair fell around my
shoulders. For a moment, Diane and I simply looked at our new bodies.
I found that in most respects, I was much smaller. I was shorter,
certainly, but most muscle definition had also vanished, my waist had
shrunk significantly, and my hands and feet were positively petite. The
parts that had grown were my hair, wreathing my face and cascading down
my shoulders and deep brown waves; my hips, now broad and curvy; my ass,
still tight, but round and fleshed out; and of course, my breasts. I
hefted one, feeling its weight as the soft flesh spilled over my
delicate fingers. I wasn't sure what size they were, but bulging from
my small frame and cupped by my smaller hands, those orbs looked
enormous. I suddenly became conscious that I was now a highly sexual
being.
It was with that thought that I turned my gaze toward Diane, knowing
that HE was looking at me as well. My wife had been replaced by a Greek
god. He had grown significantly, a contrast enhanced by my diminished
stature. His frame was also bulging with well-toned muscle. In the dim
lighting, with his oiled skin and dark complexion, Diane almost looked
like he could have been sculpted in bronze. Short black hair curled
tightly around his head. In his face, I could still see traces of the
Diane I had known. His nose a bit larger, but still rounded at the tip
like hers. His lips were narrower, but still formed the same lustful
grin as he looked me over. And his eyes, though bordered by thicker
brows, still melted me with the depth of their love. Eventually, my
gaze returned to his body, following the trail of downy black body hair
to his crotch.
It was not a clit that I found there--no, I had one of those now, still
throbbing with arousal. Instead, it was a penis. No, I thought
lustfully, a big, juicy cock. Thick and veiny and fully erect that
monstrous organ strained toward me. And the fire I had been feeling for
what now seemed like an eternity started to grow hotter. I now
understood that a vagina had opened up between my legs--no a hot cunt
that ached with hunger. And I could feel that although none of the oil
had entered me, my pussy was soaking wet to receive my lover's enormous
cock. I wanted--no, I needed it inside of me.
With that, I threw myself at Diane. His powerful arms wrapped around me
and lifted me into a deep kiss. My full, soft lips tingled as they
pressed against stubble for the first time, and our tongues tangled
themselves in a wild dance. Almost effortlessly, Diane adjusted his
grip, holding me around the waist with one arm while the other reached
down to support me from the ass. He turned and slammed me into the
wall, pressing our bodies together. He broke our kiss only so that he
could bury his face in my breasts. I moaned as his lips and tongue
roamed over that burning skin and I squealed when his teeth nibbled at
the soft flesh. I ran my finger through the tight curls of his hair,
than rested them on his shoulders, so that I could support myself. My
legs wrapped around his waist as he lowered me ever so slightly. Our
faces were centimetres apart. Our skin and our breath burned together.
And I felt it.
Pressing against the opening of my pussy was the engorged head of
Diane's cock. I bit my lip and tried not to scream as he spent what
seemed like an eternity pushing into me for the first time. My body had
become again a virgin, and I winced with pain at the feeling of being
opened, stretched, torn, and filled. Locked together, we shared a long,
passionate kiss. Then, just as gently as he had entered, Diane began to
withdraw. My aching need began to return as he left, but just before
the tip of his dick slid out of me, he thrust again. It was faster this
time, and this time, I did scream. It was loud, high pitched, and
feminine, and it made me feel fucking sexy.
Diane seemed to be into it too. "Oh yeah, sweetheart," he said in his
earthy baritone as he thrust again. "Oh, fuck yeah," he groaned, moving
faster.
Our slick bodies writhed together, moving faster and faster as the
pleasure, which seemed to have been mounting for ages, continued to
build. It seemed impossible that I could have been aroused for so long
without orgasming, but each time I thought I was about to go over the
edge, the feelings only intensified. It was all over my body--a fire
that raced along my nerves, a shaking that refused to stop, a bolt of
lightning that struck each time that Diane buried that magnificent
inside me. I had lost control of my voice, moaning and squealing and
screaming with complete abandon. Diane was thrusting at a furious pace,
shaking the house and knocking pictures from the wall. My brain had
turned to mush, and if things had gone on any longer, I think my whole
body might give out from the pleasure.
Then Diane was screaming, "Fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck YEEEEES!" As he thrust
into me as deeply as he possibly could. I could feel each twitch of his
dick as his first male orgasm launched hot ropes of cum deep inside me.
That wave of sensations added to the tsunami of pleasure which had built
up and finally came crashing down on top of me. Immersed in it, I lost
all sense of up and down, hot and cold, him and me. I know my body
spasmed and my voice cried out in ecstasy, but for me, there was only
Diane and myself and pleasure.
By the time I recovered my wits, Diane had carried me over to the bed
where we lay together, panting. It seemed like the oil was finally
soaking into our skin, but we were still wet with sweat from our
exertions. Diane said, "When you told me you had an exciting evening
planned, I sure wasn't expecting that."
"Neither was I," I sighed happily.
"You sure know how to treat a lady," he said chuckling.
I laughed and said, "You do a pretty good job of that yourself." I
looked down at his glorious cock which had taken me to such heights of
pleasure, and saw that it was still fully erect, no doubt a lingering
effect of the oil. "So, DONNY" I said, unable to contain my smile,
"Wanna do it again?"
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