Chapter 4

Ken and Kari were both artists. Ken designed high-end furniture, while Kari created accessories—handbags, luggage, belts, eyeglass frames—for upscale designer brands. They had inherited the estate from Ken’s stepfather, and it had taken them five years to transform it into a luxurious, modern paradise.

They asked about my sexual experiences. I told them about Brit, my preference for older partners, and a lot of the stuff you already know. Kari asked if I thought Brit had been seeing other people, and I told her I was sure she’d only been with her best friend—a classy, healthy college librarian.

“The reason we asked,” Kari explained, her voice smooth, “is because we prefer to enjoy you ... au naturel.”

“Bareback,” Ken added, with a little smile. “Because we know we’re clean.”

“We only have sex with a small, trusted group,” Kari continued. “People we’ve been with for years, and who we know inside and out. We’re hoping you’ll be part of that.”

“There’s one couple who introduced us to the lifestyle,” Ken said. “They’re old friends—mentors, really. Carl and Eva. They’ve been with us since we were just a little older than you are now.”

They explained that Carl and Eva were about twenty years older, and recently hadn’t been around much. Family obligations had kept them busy while Kari and Ken settled into their new place.

“You’ll meet them eventually,” Kari said, reassuring me with a warm smile. “If today goes well.”

Ken chuckled. “I already think he’s a keeper, don’t you?”

Kari pretended to think it over, her eyes sparkling. “Well, he still has to prove he can handle being ‘bulldozed’ by you.”

I felt that now-familiar heat rise in my cheeks again as I listened to them casually talk about my body, about sharing me, about their older, experienced friends. I couldn’t help it—part of me was already imagining what it would be like. Carl and Eva. Late fifties. Hot, confident, skilled. Anyone close to Ken and Kari had to be gorgeous and magnetic, right?

The thought sent a shiver through me. I wasn’t just turned on—I felt chosen.

Kari lit a fresh cigarette and, between slow drags, told me how they’d joined a swinger site when they realized they wanted something more. Something deeper. They were craving the thrill of mentoring someone younger. Someone open. Someone real.

They’d gotten a flood of applications—eager boys, curious men—but after a while, they got tired of the flakes and the time-wasters. Just when they were about to give up ... they found me.

“I was the one who found you,” Kari giggled. “Mr. Grumpy over here didn’t even want to look anymore. But the moment I showed him your picture, he couldn’t wait to get you here.”

It was heartwarming—and arousing—to know they’d both been genuinely excited to meet me. This was more than just some casual hookup. There was desire here. They craved me, body and all. Ken wasn’t just teasing when he said he wanted to “bulldoze” me. He meant it. And from the way he looked at me, I could tell he believed I was ready for it.

“So,” Ken said, getting right to the point, “is it all right if we go bareback? I want to feel everything—your body, your warmth—when I’m deep inside you. When I come in you.”

Just hearing him say it made my cock twitch to life. His eyes were on me, full of heat, and I could see he was getting hard again too. I met his gaze and said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Ken. Just ... promise me you’ll ease me into it.”

He grinned, voice low and full of intent. “I promise. I’ll ease it into you.”

“I promise too,” Kari chimed in, raising her arm with a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

As she waved, the left strap of her babydoll slid down her shoulder and her left breast slipped free—soft, full, and mouthwateringly perfect. She laughed, then tugged down the other strap too, baring both breasts. They jiggled beautifully, nipples already tight and flushed, practically begging to be kissed, sucked, and toyed with.

“Let’s go to the fuck shack,” Kari said giddily, her smile wide and wicked.

She stood, reaching out her hand. I took it and let her help me to my feet. Ken rose too and started walking ahead of us, toward the gazebo at the edge of the garden.

That had to be the fuck shack.

And I was more than ready.

Kari and I followed Ken, hand in hand. I tried not to stare too obviously at her bouncing, perfect breasts—but let’s be honest, I think she wanted me to look. So I snuck a few glances, and every time I did, my pulse quickened.

The gazebo—more like a private sanctuary—was quietly stunning. In the center stood a unique bed-massage table hybrid, clearly one of Ken’s custom designs. Elegant wedge pillows were arranged artfully on top. Suspended from a sleek metal frame above the bed were a few white leather straps. On a nearby stand, I spotted bottles of massage oil, candles, lube, and a curated assortment of toys—each item displayed with intention, like instruments in an erotic symphony.

“It’s my turn to come, Leo,” Kari said with a playful lilt. “Eat my pussy, please, honey.”

Her words sent a jolt through me. As she removed her panties and settled onto the edge of the bed, she was radiant—confident, unashamed, and sexy as hell. She leaned back against a wedge pillow, her feet flat on the floor, then spread her legs wide open. An invitation and a challenge.

I paused for a moment to take her in—the graceful strength of her thighs, the neat golden triangle above her glistening center, the smooth plane of her stomach, and her breasts: soft, full, her nipples already begging for attention. She was thirty-eight, easily twice my age, and completely mesmerizing.

“All yours, kiddo,” Ken said, standing nearby with a proud, lustful grin. He was clearly excited to see how I’d perform.

I was about to go down on a beautiful woman—right in front of her husband. That thought alone was like fuel. It made everything feel more charged, more real. They trusted me, desired me. And I wanted to rise to the moment. I had talked myself up a bit in my profile ... now it was time to deliver.

I dropped to my knees on the floor before her, gently lifting her legs over my shoulders. My face hovered close to her inner thighs, drawn forward by heat and scent and hunger.

“Oh my fuck,” Kari mewled, her voice thick with arousal as I brought my face to her trembling folds.

Then—oh—a cool liquid spilled across my back. Massage oil. I exhaled sharply, shivering under its silky touch.

I realized then—Ken was using a squeeze bottle to drizzle grape seed oil all over us. First across my back, then over Kari’s gorgeous front. The scent was faintly sweet, earthy. I felt his strong hands spread the oil across my skin, while his other hand lovingly worked the slippery sheen over his wife’s soft belly and golden bush.

He was putting on a show, and I was meant to watch.

“Oh God,” Kari moaned louder, her voice breathless and trembling. “Oh fuck ... oh shit ... oh fuck.”

“Feels good, honey?” Ken asked playfully as he massaged the slick heat between her thighs, circling her mound with deliberate care.

“Mmm...” Kari purred in response, eyes fluttering shut as she rode the waves of his touch.

Once he’d finished coating her, I cupped her glistening ass and lifted her hips toward me. Her thighs trembled slightly against my shoulders. As soon as my lips touched the silken skin of her inner thighs, her breath hitched—and then I kissed lower, finding her wetness, her warmth, her exquisite scent.

It goes without saying that Kari’s pussy and clit were as stunning as the rest of her—but I’ll say it anyway.

“Ken ... oh, Ken,” Kari gasped, reaching blindly for him. “Look at his pretty lips ... they’re on my pussy ... my pussy...”

And they were. Right there, against her glistening pink folds—artfully sculpted, delicate and firm. Just above, her clit stood proudly, already swollen and aching for attention. Not oversized or garish—no. It was bold and beautiful, a perfect little crown. Larger than Brit’s, definitely more prominent, and to me, completely mesmerizing.

Some men might shy away from a clit that resembles a tiny cock. But not me. I love cock. I love pussy. And Kari’s body felt like it was made to be adored.

Still holding her up, I pressed my right hand firmly against her lower belly, just above her soft golden curls. Then I leaned in, lips grazing her inner lips, and let my tongue swirl gently under her clitoral hood—teasing, warming her up.

“You motherfucking cocksucker boy!” Kari shouted, her voice suddenly wild and thick with desire. It caught me off guard, but I loved the way her filth came from such a loving place. “Kiss my fucking clit. Kiss it with the same lips you kissed my husband’s dick.”

“Mmm’kay,” I whispered against her, then kissed her hard, slow, and deep—right on her throbbing clit.

Her response was immediate: a raw, erotic moan that sent a pulse through my entire body.

And so I began.

Up. Down. Fast. Slow.

My tongue learned her rhythm, listened to her body, danced with her pleasure.

Mmm. Nnf. Mmm.

I repeated the sequence again—slow licks, precise pressure, gentle kisses—until Kari’s thighs began to tremble against my shoulders. Her ass clenched tight in my hands as I lifted her higher, cradling her hips between my chin and chest.

“Oh—aaaah—mmm,” Kari whined, her voice rising with desperation. “You hot motherfucker ... this feels so fucking ... ah!”

Her filthy praise lit me up inside. I loved how raw she was when the pleasure hit hard.

With one hand, I dragged my fingers down to her swollen clit, stroking in slow, confident circles. My other hand fumbled for her left nipple, and the moment I pinched it and rolled it between my fingers, Kari let out a wild squeal.

“Fuckfff!”

She slammed her hips into my face, a force of nature, shouting more obscenities as her whole body went tense. And then it hit—hot, clear fluid gushed into my mouth in a sudden torrent as Kari exploded in climax.

“Yeah, honey!” Ken cried out behind me, thrilled. “Come all over his face. Squirt into his mouth!”

She did—hard. It soaked my lips, chin, and chest in pulses as her thighs shook violently. Kari’s body bucked with abandon, her scream turning into sobbing gasps.

“He made ... me ... squirt,” she cried out to her husband, wide-eyed and breathless. “Fuuuck!”

Ken’s grin said it all—he was loving every second.

I held my mouth against her as she kept gushing, her orgasm crashing in waves. Nearly two full minutes passed before her body gave out, her hips slumping back into the cradle of my chest, utterly spent.

Just then, I pressed my thumb to her clitoral hood and slowly teased the tip of my tongue across the opening of her urethra.

“Oh nooo,” Kari gasped, laughing through her overstimulation—but she didn’t stop me.

Her body tensed, and suddenly a hot stream of piss burst into my mouth.

I swallowed it without hesitation.

It was unexpected—Brit had never done this—but something about Kari’s wild, sensual freedom made it feel right. There was no shame here, only raw honesty.

Still moaning, I returned to her clit, sucking the firm little nub back into my mouth.

“My god,” Kari shrieked, her body thrashing as her legs shook again, pussy clenching tight against my tongue. “Oh FUCK—god!”

I tightened my lips around Kari’s swollen clit, increasing the suction as I flicked my tongue in tiny, urgent circles. Her thighs jerked again—then she let go. A fresh rush of liquid heat gushed across my mouth and chin as her body convulsed in a second, even more explosive climax.