Hazel drifted back to into consciousness, she always slept well in this bed, She and Mike were in Llangollen, having stayed overnight again at the house of their special friends, Paul and Jean. Whether it was the huge comfortable bed, or the fact that she had experienced another mind blowing session of pure unadulterated sex the previous night, having been taken by both Mike and Paul, plus an erotic girl on girl adventure with Jean, she had gone to sleep the moment her head had hit the pillow, despite the fact that Mike had said that he thought the room was haunted after hearing a third person breathing on there on their last visit. She'd just put it down to him dreaming. She wasn't sure what time it was but the room was still, the inky blackness that had been when she had gone to sleep. As she slowly drifted out of her deep sleep, she was aware of someone gently stroking her hair. She smiled to herself, Mike must have woken with his sexual urges rampant again, despite the fact that he had had both her and Jean the night before and had been serviced by both of them, manually and orally.

Hazel tensed slightly as she felt his hands slipping down from her hair, caressing gently down her neck and over her shoulders. Although she knew it had to be Mike, his touch felt different, so soft and gentle, almost feather like. She slowly opened her eyes, only to feel a hand gently slide across them, then she felt the soft sensation of something being draped across her eyes, and her head being gently lifted and whatever was across her face being tied at the back. It seemed that Mike wanted to heighten her sexual pleasure by adding mystery to where his hands were going to tease her. Hazel liked this, they had done it many times before and it always made her enjoyment more intense. She closed her eyes under the blindfold and surrendered herself to the erotic feeling he was building in her. One hand was smoothing across her shoulder, while the other slipped down the front of her satin nightdress, tracing fingertips over the swell of her breast, circling slowly around the wrinkled skin of her areola, skin that was growing more wrinkled as the sensations she was feeling were causing the little bud at its' centre to harden. She began moaning softly as the soft touch moved inwards and gently brushed against her erect nipple, eventually taking it between a thumb and forefinger and twisting it softly between them. "Oh yes Mike," she moaned, her only answer being the soft low breathing in her ear. She tensed as the hand on her shoulder moved down, taking the thin strap of her nightdress with it, easing the lace trimmed front down, exposing her full breast to the night air. Mike had always been a gentle lover, but this was something else. His touch felt like a gentle breeze on her, barely causing any movement of her tanned skin. The hand caressing her nipple moved up and slowly moved the second shoulder strap down, freeing her other breast. She moaned louder now, as its' nipple began to receive the same treat as the first. As both her nipples were teased to even greater hardness, soft lips kissed her gently on the cheek, moving across her face to softly caress her earlobe, the tongue teasing its way through the intricate channels. She moaned loudly again, as the kiss travelled down her neck and onto her shoulder. Mike must have been taking lessons, she thought, his touch was so light as he kissed his way down her arm, pausing at the crook of her elbow, a place he had recently discovered to be one of her erogenous zones. She shivered slightly as his tongue traced circles between the tendons. She could feel the wetness growing between her thighs, as he kissed his way back up to her shoulder, moving back, to once again tease her earlobe. Again he moved downwards, kissing her lips on the journey, before tracing a line over her chin and onto her throat, pausing to tease the vee where her breast bones met. Hazel knew where he was heading and a mini orgasm, flowed through her body at the anticipation of the feeling of his lips on her breasts. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he moved his mouth downwards, teasing his tongue through the valley of her cleavage, his fingers still gently kneading her nipples, before his hand lifted her breast, allowing his tongue to work it's way across the underside. Reaching the nadir of her perfect orb Mike ran his tongue softly upwards, meeting the corrugated skin of her areola from beneath. He ran his tongue in a spiral circular motion over the wrinkled skin working inwards towards her nipple. She felt him lift his head slightly and gasped as she felt him blow gently on the erect bub. Mike was taking her to heights that she had never attained before, even though they had a very full and satisfying sex life. Her head began to sway as she sensed, she couldn't see, but she knew his lips were closing in on her erect nipple and when the did finally make contact, her second orgasm washed gently over her body. Hazel was a very sensuous woman, her orgasms were normally intense affairs, but this was totally different. It was as though her body was building itself up slowly to its' own pleasure. As Mikes' lips and tongue teased her one nipple and his hand gently pinched the other, Hazel moved her own hand in search of his manhood, its progress halted by Mike's free hand. She was a little disappointed as he pushed her arm back to her side and she heard him whisper, from around her nipple. "No darling, not yet." His voice sounding like a thick mist as he alternated between her two breasts, taking each nipple in turn, teasing them with his soft lips and tongue, while working on the vacant one with his finger and thumb. Hazel really wanted him now, his gentle assault on her breasts had her feeling more aroused than she could ever remember being. Finally Mikes free hand moved in the direction she wanted it to, moving down her body, over her stomach to the centre of her desire. He paused at the dip of her navel and gently traced a circle around it, causing her to giggle slightly, she was ticklish there then moved further down until his fingers just brushed the tips of her pubic hairs. His mouth was now following the lead of his hand, and, after teasing its way between her breasts and down through her cleavage, he kissed his way down to where his finger had just made her giggle. This time, though she didn't giggle, she moaned loudly as his tongue probed at her one time link with life. Hazel arched her back, hoping Mikes fingers would slip deeper through her soft fur, deep enough to make contact with her throbbing clit. Mike was ready for her though and withdrew his hand. Again, the breathy, "not yet darling," drifted up to her ears. Mike had not pulled the bed clothes from them, instead he was working his way down under the soft duvet. The warm comfortable heat adding to the sensual pleasure. He finished his attentions to her navel and continued kissing his way downwards. Hazel now felt him change position and from the cool air on her feet, knew that his lower body must be out of the bed. She felt his hot breath on the inside of her thighs, just above her knee, followed by the soft kiss of his lips. His soft hands were now massaging her hips as he moved his mouth up the tender skin of her inner thighs, working his way slowly upwards, just brushing the pink petals of her sex. She almost screamed as his tongue made contact with them, before moving back down the opposite thigh and teasing her behind the knee. Mike carried on this torment for, she didn't know how long, but however long it was, she lost count of the gentle orgasms she experienced. She was soaking wet now and her womanly opening was convulsing violently, her whole inner body was crying out for him. When he eventually finished his wanderings, and his tongue eased the pink folds of her sex apart, she felt a more intense orgasm flood through her body, and the juices flowed from her. She heard Mike moan softly from between her thighs, as he drank her sweet outflow down. His tongue was now teasing at her erect clit, as he slipped a finger into her wetness, easing it back and forth on her lubricating juices, a second finger followed the first, soon joined by a third. Hazel arched her back to draw the three invading digits deeper into her and her head rocked from side to side as her muscles gripped them. As Mike filled her with his fingers, his thumb was gently pressuring her clitoris gently moving in circular motions around it. She felt him move between her thighs and draw himself up the bed. His mouth no working its way back up her body, repeating his actions on her navel, before working its way back to her breasts. As his mouth closed over one of her straining nipples, she felt pressure at the opening to her sex, and knew that Mike was poised, ready to enter her wetness. This is what she craved, the feeling of him inside her, filling her with his manliness, his rod of pleasure. She felt him take her hand and move it, with his down her body until she felt it brush against his erect and rock hard penis. He guided her fingers towards it and as she wrapped them around his shaft, she heard him moan loudly. She longed to feel him inside her, but she knew that he knew what she would do next. Taking him firmly in her grasp, she slipped the head of his penis through the soft, wet folds of skin that surrounded the entrance to Mikes personal heaven, the honey pot of his deepest desires. She worked it through from back to front over and over again. Mike knew she loved doing this. This was her very own, living sex toy, it didn't need batteries, alright it was not always hard enough to use, but the fun was, making it hard enough, and it was there whenever she needed it. She stroked it through the soft folds, coating it with her juices from the crinkled skin surrounding her rear entrance to the aching bud of her clitoris, pausing there to pleasure herself. She kept this up, loving the sound of Mikes moans as she did, for almost half an hour, before Mike stopped her and gently removed her hand from around his shaft and replaced it with his own, still running it through the silken folds. Now, however he paused each time it passed over her opening and eased its swollen head into her, that was all, just the tip, before withdrawing and continuing its erotic journeys through the silken forest. Again he kept this up for what seemed like forever to Hazel, before he finally rested at the gates to heaven. She felt him tense as he slid it between her aroused lips, parting them gently, moving slowly into her. He must have been supporting himself on his arms, as Hazel could barely feel his weight on her, just the merest touch of his skin on hers. Gently Mike entered her, sliding into her warmth a millimetre at a time, before drawing back and re-entering her, giving her just a little more of him each time, until at last she felt his pubic bone pressing on her engorged clitoris, and the head of his penis pressing against her cervix. As Mike felt himself make contact with Hazels deepest most private inner self, he drew back and started a slow, machine like rocking of his body, sliding his hardness in and out of her. Hazels inner muscles gripped at him with each movement he made, gripping at his shaft from the base up to the ridge under his glans at the top of his stroke. He was so light on her, as though he had blended with the duvet covering her. She moaned softly as he gently slipped in and out of her, raising her, to what she sensed was what her body had been holding back for. Then finally it came, her whole body being seemed to erupt, as the most intense orgasm of her life shook it to the core. Fireworks exploded in her head, a million butterflies deep inside her, flapping. She screamed loudly as the orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer. As her body pumped it's life giving juices out around Mikes manhood, she felt him shake violently and begin to groan loudly. She felt his eruption before it even came. He filled her so tightly, that she could feel as his scrotum tensed and sent his own seed flooding up his shaft, she felt as the bulge travelled up the underside of it until the head of his penis throbbed and she felt the force of his ejaculation hit the back wall of her sex. This triggered a second explosion in her and she passed out with the intensity of it. When she finally woke again, the light was cracking through the curtains, her night dress was bunched up around her waist, pushed up from the bottom, her breasts bare. She looked across at Mike lying peacefully beside her, breathing steadily. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, her hand sliding down over his chest and stomach. She was surprised to find he was hard, really hard. After last night it was amazing that there was any life left there, as she wrapped her fingers around it, Mike stirred. As she kissed him Mike drowsily opened his eyes and looked at her. "Thank you my darling," Hazel whispered. Mike looked at her quizzically. "For last night," Hazel added. Mike smiled at her. "That was joint effort," he laughed, "you should thank Paul and Jean as well." "No darling, after that, in the middle of the night," Mike looked at her again even more puzzled. "Have you been having wet dreams again?" he laughed. Hazel pulled the duvet down, exposing her semi naked body. "I don't think it was a dream," she said, "someone made love to me in the night and if it wasn't you, who was it?" Mike laughed again. "That Paul, he just can't get enough of you." After they dressed and were sitting in the lounge, Hazel noticed Mike talking to Paul, laughing. Mike said something, she couldn't hear what, but she saw Paul shake his head and he and Mike looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces. They both turned and looked at Hazel and she felt a shiver run down her spine. They walked over to her, their faces shrouded in in puzzled looks. "Hazel," Paul said, "it definitely wasn't me in your room last night."