What Do You Think of While Canoodling?
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
Women love to talk. Mrs. Hornibastard is no exception. During a post-canoodling cuddle session, Mrs. Hornibastard recently asked me, “What do you like to think about while we’re making love?”
I immediately sensed this might be a trick question and frantically tried to come up with a safe, plausible response.
Mrs. Hornibastard soon broke the silence with another question. “Do you think about having sex with other women while we’re making love?”
“Of course not!” I replied, my voice ringing with all the stern conviction I could muster on such short notice.
I’ve become pretty damn good at feigning sincerity when the situation calls for it.
Actually, my response was not total bullshit. The truth is, I very rarely fantasize about other women during sex and, even when I do, my fantasies tend to involve novel situations with nameless, “generic” cuties rather than focus on any specific woman.
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“So what DO you think about while we are canoodling?” Mrs. Hornibastard persisted.
This was not the post-canoodling discussion I wanted to have. Come to think of it, after a good despoogination, I really don’t like to discuss anything at all. After being thoroughly desplooginated I’m usually in the mood for a slice of pizza and then a nap.
So I answered Mrs. Hornibastard’s question by explaining, “While we are making love I mostly just enjoy how sexy your body feels in my hands, how wonderfully tight your koochy feels as I slide in and out of it and how marvelous your titties look as they bounce and jiggle with every thrust I make into you.”
Mrs. Hornibastard still looks pretty damn hot so my answer was actually pretty honest.
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Mrs. Hornibastard was apparently pleased with my response and rewarded me with a sloppy kiss.
I should have left well enough alone, but I asked her, “Why? What do YOU like to think about while we’re canoodling?”
She cuddled up closer and said, “I think about how we used to play in the early years of our relationship. Remember, when we were living together but not yet legally married? We used to play naked in the pool on weekends, drinking margaritas. We often had one or two of my girl friends with us. We would all get drunk then you and I usually ended up making love while my friends watched us. Eventually, I even watched you fuck my friends! God, I really loved doing that! Even now, I STILL often think about THAT while we are making love!”
I was taken aback by Mrs. Hornibastard’s response. I was obviously well aware of our wild past. It wasn’t news to me that she had enjoyed fucking in front of her friends and even got off to watching me nail her friends (at least the friends SHE had selected and trusted). But that all of happened so many years ago. It is now ancient history. Now we have kids and have settled into a very happy but decidedly more ordinary lifestyle. I rarely think about those days any more and I was surprised to hear that she still did.
“I remember those days.” I replied calmly. “You were quite the exhibitionist.”
“If I was was an exhibitionist it was your fault,” Mrs. Hornibastard protested.
“How was it my fault?” I asked.
With women, somehow it’s ALWAYS my fault.
“You made me buy that tiny bikini the first time we went to Bali! I think that is what started it all!”
Mrs. Hornibastard evidently remembered that shopping excursion very differently than I did.
“How was it MY fault? YOU picked out that bikini! All I did was pay for it!” I howled in my defense.
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Mrs. Hornibastard said that wearing her outrageously minuscule teardrop bikini at the fancy-schmancy resort in Bali made her horny because she could see the effect it had on the men who saw her. She said that, rather than becoming jealous of how the other men were staring at her like they were hot to fuck her, I seemed to be so proud that I had such a hot looking woman with me.
She was right. I did feel a sense of pride that all the other guys were so impressed with my girlfriend in her outrageously indecent bikini that brazenly put more than 99% of her sexy body on public display.
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But as Mrs. Hornibastard noticed how so many of the men were drooling over her, she noticed that some of the women were also paying a lot of attention, not only to her, but to me as well. She believed the women thought I was hot stuff too.
I told Mrs. Hornibastard she was probably wrong about how the other women viewed me. It was more likely they were wondering why an older guy like me had such a hot young girlfriend. I told her she was just projecting her own feelings about me onto the other young women at the resort. But she insisted otherwise. She said that, because I was such an exercise fiend, I had a very muscular, young looking body. She thought I looked nice in my swimwear but that I would have looked so much hotter if I wore a far more daring swimsuit.
“Do you remember the tiny swimsuit I wanted you to buy at that shop in Denpasar where we bought mine?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked.
“I do remember that swimsuit you wanted me to buy,”I laughed. “It was ridiculous! I would have looked so butt-fucking gay in a swimsuit like that!”
“I found several more, even sexier swimsuits for you before we left that store.” Mrs. Hornibastard giggled. “I knew you wouldn’t wear any of them but I thought you would look so awesome in them! I should have showed them to you! I’ve never seen any men wear swimsuits like those. Maybe they are illegal.”
“Why would they be illegal?” I asked. “Were they nothing more than a gay, pink bow to tie around my penis?”
Mrs. Hornibastard laughed. “They were extremely tiny but they probably would have been more comfortable than the first one I showed you because they were made of very stretchy fabric ... but you wouldn’t have liked them. You could see through some of them!”
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Mrs. Hornibastard claimed it made her horny thinking about other women staring at me with my dick partially visible in the kind of swimwear she had seen at that shop in Denpasar. She said she thought about that a lot while we were in Bali. According to her, she even thought about that while we were fucking in the privacy of our villa at the resort.
“That’s why I decided it would be sexy fun to invite my friends to join us swimming naked in our pool!” Mrs. Hornibastard said. “I wanted to show off my American man to my girl friends. Besides, they were asking me so many questions about you.”
I found Mrs. Hornibastard’s statement both baffling and intriguing. “Why were they asking about me? What kind of questions?”
As Mrs. Hornibastard explained it, “Women always talk about their husbands or boyfriends.”
“They do?”
I was only pretending to be surprised.
“Well, Indonesian women do,” she replied. “My friends were curious about you because you are foreign. They wanted to know all about you. They also wanted to know if what people say about white men compared to Asian men was true.”
“Is that why you sent some of our very private, personal photos to your girl friends?” I asked, suddenly remembering Mrs. Hornibastard’s hopelessly irresponsible leaking of our highly classified photos many years ago.
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“Of course!” she replied without showing any remorse. “I got so horny fantasizing about my friends seeing you naked in the pool and getting a good, long look at your big American dick!”
Mrs. Hornibastard was coolly nonchalant in making this admission.
“Did you think it was weird for me to want to share your sexiness with my girlfriends?” Mrs. Hornibastard inquired.
“No, not really,” I replied. “Well, OK, maybe a little. The skinny dipping was certainly no big deal, but I was surprised that you wanted us to make love with your friends watching. I was even more amazed that you wanted to watch me fucking your friends. No other woman in my life has ever done that!”
Mrs. Hornibastard took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. She seemed to be about to share another deep secret with me.
“Do you remember my friend Wiwik?” she asked me.
“Wiwik? No, I’m not sure I remember her. Which one was she?”
Actually, I did remember Wiwik but felt it was safer to be vague since I was unsure where the conversation would go next.
“Wiwik was my very petite friend. She was short and thin. But she had a very pretty face,” Mrs. Hornibastard replied. “Do you remember her?”
“Yeah. I think I remember Wiwik. Was she the one who looked more Chinese than Indonesian?”
“Yes, that’s her! The first time she came to skinny dip with us she brought her friend, Diah, who I had never met before. We were drinking margaritas out by the pool when it started to storm forcing us to go inside. We were all sitting naked on the couches in our media room, talking, already drunk but still drinking margaritas. Out of the blue, Wiwik pointed at your cock and said, ‘Why don’t you make his dick hard?’ Remember that?”
“No, not at all!”
“Maybe Wiwik said it in Javanese and you just didn’t understand. But you were sitting between me and Wiwik when she said it. So I started playing with your penis. Wiwik moved in much closer to you and watched your penis grow and stand up. Do you remember now?”
“I remember you giving me a hand job on the couch with two of your friends present. I don’t really recall which of your friends were there that first time.”
Wiwik was apparently fascinated with the hand job Mrs. Hornibastard was giving me. As I quickly progressed from a semi to a full erection and then to copious pre-cum dribble, Mrs. Hornibastard said Wiwik remained thoroughly enchanted, never taking her eyes off the steamy drama unfolding on the couch beside her.
Mrs. Hornibastard suspected Wiwik wanted to handle the jumbo American package. She said Wiwik had probably never seen an erect penis other than in porn videos and had certainly never handled one before. Being a gracious hostess, Mrs. Hornibastard decided to indulge her guest. She stopped stroking me and allowed Wiwik to take matters into her own tiny hands.
Mrs. Hornibastard summed it up this way, “Wiwik looked like she was enjoying giving you a hand job even more than you were enjoying getting it.”
To be perfectly honest, I only vaguely recall Wiwik taking over the hand job duties from Mrs. Hornibastard. The potent margaritas may have something to do with the dulling of that delicious memory. But during the ensuing year and a half, Wiwik and I eventually enjoyed plenty of sticky moments together. I remember most of those much more clearly.
Mrs. Hornibastard continued her recollection of that day.
“When you were about to cum, I remember you tensed up and trembled for a few seconds while you were trying to hold it back. Wiwik drew her face so close to your cock I almost felt I should warn her that she was about to get a face full of cum. Then I thought ‘let her learn.’ But just as you started to spew she managed to avoid getting drenched. She pointed your penis straight up so your cum flew up and landed back down on your cock and Wiwik’s hands.”
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“Wiwik just kept on stroking you until she finally realized from your facial expressions and movements that continued stroking was no longer necessary or even desired. So Wiwik stopped playing with your cock and started playing with your sperm instead! She was sooo drunk!!”
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“That was the first time you ever got sticky with one of my friends.” Mrs. Hornibastard continued. “I thought it was great! Wiwik thought it was fantastic. Wiwik, Diah and I all could see that you enjoyed it too. In fact, Wiwik was still playing with the evidence.”
The following weekend Wiwik and Diah were again invited to join us for another skinny dipping pool party. Once again, potent margaritas were available to our guests. After we felt that we’d had enough of the tropical sun, we retreated indoors. Diah suggested that we put on a porn video. Wiwik and Mrs. Hornibastard seconded Dinh’s motion enthusiastically.
According to Mrs. Hornibastard, barely five minutes into the porn video she was so ready to fuck that she really didn’t care who was there to see us. As she put it, “watching the porn video made me realize that I really needed your big American zakar (Indonesian slang for penis) deep inside my memek (Indonesian slang for pussy).”
Mrs. Hornibastard made her desires clear to me and, quicker than you can say “live sex show,” she and I were balling on the couch right next to our two, drunk, naked guests.
“I’ll never forget that day. It was the first time we made love in front of my friends,” Mrs. Hornibastard said with a sigh.
I wondered if I was supposed to feel guilty for my inability to recall this particular event or to distinguish it from many similar events in our increasingly distant past.
But as Mrs. Hornibastard quickly discovered, Indonesian women don’t just talk about their husbands and boyfriends. They also talk about other women’s husbands and boyfriends.
Soon stories began circulating that we were hosting wild, drunken and drug-laced skinny dipping orgies in our back yard and that we had performed various sexual acts in plain view of our guests.
Although there was a kernel of truth in them, the rumors were greatly exaggerated. There were no drugs involved other than some potent margaritas. We’d never invited more than two guests (not the dozen and more that some were saying). And we didn’t make love for the purpose of putting on a show even if Mrs. Hornibastard was not exactly shy about her friends watching us. outstripped
Contrary to the rumors, guests were not engaging in 3-somes with Mrs. Hornibastard and me and I was not fucking any of the guests (at least not yet). If Wiwik was among the guests, she could usually be counted on to assist Mrs. Hornibastard in giving me a hand job but, at least at that time, it hadn’t gone beyond that.
Despite the rumors, not a single sexually explicit photo was taken during our get togethers as and there were certainly no XXX-rated videos produced.
None of our guests had ever come up pregnant as a result of anything that happened in our pool or inside our home.
But the truth often doesn’t matter, especially when the rumors are more exciting than the truth. Mrs. Hornibastard told me that at a hen party in SOMEONE ELSE’S HOME, she once found herself having to deny that she had engaged in lesbian sex with two of our guests while two other guests joined forces to desplooginate me.
Mrs. Hornibastard’s first reaction to the spread of these wild stories was dismay. But not me. I was not dismayed by the rumors. Mrs. Hornibastard didn’t tell me about them.
Her next reaction was to increase the number of women who were occasionally invited to join in our Sunday afternoon skinny dipping parties.
But the seed had been planted.
Not long after the rumors had died down, Mrs. Hornibastard admitted to her two closest girlfriends (Lilis and Wiwik) that she found it exhilarating when I fucked her with them watching.
Not long afterwards, while I was away on business, those same two friends came over for some traditional Sunday afternoon skinny dipping with Mrs. Hornibastard. As their tongues were loosened by the margaritas, Lilis and Wiwik confessed that watching me sticking my “big American dick” into Mrs. Hornibastard made them so horny that they now each fantasized about me fucking them with my “big American dick” while Mrs. Hornibastard watched.
In Wiwik’s fantasy Mrs. Hornibastard was tied to a chair just out of reach. She could watch but could not interfere or participate as I fucked Wiwik.
Wiwik was not just a short and skinny girl with a pretty face. She was also a bit weird.
Mrs. Hornibastard then threw gasoline on the fire by admitting to Lilis and Wiwik that she had become increasingly fascinated with the idea of watching me fucking them.
Lilis and Wiwik quickly volunteered to help make Mrs. Hornibastard’s dream come true.
But as Mrs. Hornibastard explained, she was not entirely comfortable with the idea of me fucking her friends. She worried that watching me nail one of her friends might have a very different and unsettling impact on her than just watching a friend finish a hand job that she herself had initiated.
Soon, Mrs. Hornibastard said she often thought about watching me fuck her friends. She even fantasized about this while we were making love. That’s why she finally decided to give this “crazy idea” a try.
“Do you remember the first time you fucked one of my girlfriends while I watched you?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked. “Do you remember who it was?”
I did remember. It was Sartina, but I pretended not to remember her name.
“Her name was Sartina, my friend from Sumatra!”
“Oh, right! Sartina! But why Sartina?” I asked. “Why her instead of Lilis or Wiwik since both had already volunteered to let me fuck them while you watched?”
Mrs. Hornibastard had an answer for everything. “Sartina was a dear friend who I trusted. But she lived far away in Sumatra and we rarely saw each other. She was married but was separated from her husband at that time. I had told her all about you and sent her some very hot photos of you. I knew I could trust her not to tell others. Best of all, if watching you fuck Sartina upset me, I knew she had to return to Sumatra and we could all just forget it ever happened.”
“Well,” I said, “obviously you must have enjoyed watching me getting sticky with Sartina because, after that, you started inviting your other girl friends to come over and be fucked by your American stud.”
Mrs. Hornibastard eyed me carefully, checking for my face for evidence of sarcasm.
“Did you like it right away or were you jealous at first?” I asked, curious about how she managed to get comfortable watching me fuck her friends.
“I remember shaking that night when we started playing strip minum with Sartina. My heart was pounding! It was a combination of fear and horniness. I expected to love it but wasn’t completely sure if I would also feel jealous and threatened. But as soon as you and Sartina started getting sexual together, I was immediately overwhelmed with horniness. Watching your big American dick stretching Sartina’s pussy as you slowly slid it into her for the first time was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen! Even to this day, I still sometimes think about that when you start to make love to me.”
“After you two finished fucking and you got off Sartina, I remember how she remained very still on the carpet, her legs still spread wide. I saw your sperm dripping out of her koochy. It was a money shot like in the porn videos except that this was even better because you had cum inside Sartina and now I could see the proof dripping out!”
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I remember the evening with Sartina very well. I have re-lived it in my mind many times. But Mrs. Hornibastard’s vivid description from her point of view had made me very horny. I was hot and ready to fuck again - Mrs. Hornibastard or Sartina! Either one would do at that moment! Even short and skinny Wiwik (never one of my favorites) would have been just fine.
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“Do you remember all of my friends who you fucked?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked me softly. Apparently, these were such delicious memories to her that she almost purred as she asked this question.
“Let me think. I can probably remember the women but I might get some of their names wrong.” I started down my mental list. “I remember Sartina because she was the first one. But she only visited once. I also remember Lilis, Wiwik, Sri, Alina and Santi.
“Don’t forget Diah,” Mrs. Hornibastard reminded me.
“Oh, right! Diah!” I actually had remembered fucking Diah, I just failed to include her in the list. “And wasn’t there also a woman named ‘Ayu?’” I asked.
Mrs. Hornibastard replied, “I don’t know if Ayu counts.”
“Why wouldn’t Ayu count?” I was a little puzzled.
“You never really fucked Ayu.”
“How did I miss out on fucking Ayu?”
“Ayu was more conservative than the others and she was married,” Mrs. Hornibastard explained. “She was OK with skinny dipping, watching porn and watching you fuck me and the others. But she was not comfortable with you fucking her. She got drunk enough a few times that she gave you some hand jobs and blow jobs. Eventually, she let you eat her pussy. She really enjoyed that and was always eager for you to give her another tongue lashing. But you two never fucked.”
“Didn’t Ayu have unusually big tits for an Indonesian woman?” I asked.
“So, you remember Ayu’s big tits! I’m not surprised!” Mrs. Hornibastard’s tone was sarcastic.
Wanting to change the topic, I quickly added, “I remember Dewi. She was the last of your friends to join our skinny dipping and fuck club. Plus she eventually moved in with us. Didn’t she stay with us for about one year?”
Mrs. Hornibastard remembered, “Yes, she was with us for about a year. After Dewi came into our lives I invited the others less often. Sri and Lilis were present the first few times that Dewi joined us but soon Dewi took over and we never invited any of the others anymore.”
There was an awkward silence.
“You really liked, Dewi didn’t you?” Mrs. Hornibastard finally asked.
I KNEW this was a loaded question.
“Yeah, she was OK,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. I didn’t expect Mrs. Hornibastard to believe I was so blasé about Dewi. She knew better.
“I was getting uncomfortable with Dewi just before she got that promotion and finally moved away,” Mrs. Hornibastard admitted.
I remembered some tense moments when Mrs. Hornibastard complained that Dewi was getting as much or more attention than she was. But I didn’t bring it up.
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For a couple of minutes Mrs. Hornibastard fell silent and I thought the conversation was finally at an end. But Mrs. Hornibastard wasn’t finished talking. You know how women are. They never run out of things to say.
Ever!
“You know which of my friends we never included that I really wished we had?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked wistfully. “I wish we had included Yuni. You remember her from last year when we visited and she led us and the kids on a hike up the mountain to the hot spring?”
“Oh yeah, of course I remember Yuni from your village!” I said while thinking to myself, I remember her sweet face and her every delicious curve! “But what makes you think Yuni would have been willing to play with us so intimately?”
“Oh, she would! No question about it! She told me she thought you are quite the hunk,” Mrs. Hornibastard said before adding, “I had even considered leaving the kids home with their auntie when we hiked the mountain with Yuni. It would have been a VERY different hike if only Yuni, you and I had gone up to the hot springs.”
Between all the salacious memories of poolside fuck-fests and Mrs. Hornibastard’s masterful manipulation of my kielbasa, I was now fully re-booted and more than ready for a sticky second round!
I hopped on top of Mrs. Hornibastard whose long stroll down memory lane had clearly also prepared her for Round Two.
I don’t know what Mrs. Hornibastard was thinking about as I began vigorously plowing her furrow. But, as I felt how marvelous her tight koochy felt around my cock, and as I watched her titties jiggling and bouncing with my every thrust, I was half a world away, imagining how wonderful Yuni’s koochy would feel wrapped tightly around my big American dick and how glorious it would be watching her perky titties bounce and jiggle as I fucked her under the sawo trees surrounding the hot spring on that mountainside overlooking the village where she and Mrs. Hornibastard had grown up.
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I immediately sensed this might be a trick question and frantically tried to come up with a safe, plausible response.
Mrs. Hornibastard soon broke the silence with another question. “Do you think about having sex with other women while we’re making love?”
“Of course not!” I replied, my voice ringing with all the stern conviction I could muster on such short notice.
I’ve become pretty damn good at feigning sincerity when the situation calls for it.
Actually, my response was not total bullshit. The truth is, I very rarely fantasize about other women during sex and, even when I do, my fantasies tend to involve novel situations with nameless, “generic” cuties rather than focus on any specific woman.
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“So what DO you think about while we are canoodling?” Mrs. Hornibastard persisted.
This was not the post-canoodling discussion I wanted to have. Come to think of it, after a good despoogination, I really don’t like to discuss anything at all. After being thoroughly desplooginated I’m usually in the mood for a slice of pizza and then a nap.
So I answered Mrs. Hornibastard’s question by explaining, “While we are making love I mostly just enjoy how sexy your body feels in my hands, how wonderfully tight your koochy feels as I slide in and out of it and how marvelous your titties look as they bounce and jiggle with every thrust I make into you.”
Mrs. Hornibastard still looks pretty damn hot so my answer was actually pretty honest.
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Mrs. Hornibastard was apparently pleased with my response and rewarded me with a sloppy kiss.
I should have left well enough alone, but I asked her, “Why? What do YOU like to think about while we’re canoodling?”
She cuddled up closer and said, “I think about how we used to play in the early years of our relationship. Remember, when we were living together but not yet legally married? We used to play naked in the pool on weekends, drinking margaritas. We often had one or two of my girl friends with us. We would all get drunk then you and I usually ended up making love while my friends watched us. Eventually, I even watched you fuck my friends! God, I really loved doing that! Even now, I STILL often think about THAT while we are making love!”
I was taken aback by Mrs. Hornibastard’s response. I was obviously well aware of our wild past. It wasn’t news to me that she had enjoyed fucking in front of her friends and even got off to watching me nail her friends (at least the friends SHE had selected and trusted). But that all of happened so many years ago. It is now ancient history. Now we have kids and have settled into a very happy but decidedly more ordinary lifestyle. I rarely think about those days any more and I was surprised to hear that she still did.
“I remember those days.” I replied calmly. “You were quite the exhibitionist.”
“If I was was an exhibitionist it was your fault,” Mrs. Hornibastard protested.
“How was it my fault?” I asked.
With women, somehow it’s ALWAYS my fault.
“You made me buy that tiny bikini the first time we went to Bali! I think that is what started it all!”
Mrs. Hornibastard evidently remembered that shopping excursion very differently than I did.
“How was it MY fault? YOU picked out that bikini! All I did was pay for it!” I howled in my defense.
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Mrs. Hornibastard said that wearing her outrageously minuscule teardrop bikini at the fancy-schmancy resort in Bali made her horny because she could see the effect it had on the men who saw her. She said that, rather than becoming jealous of how the other men were staring at her like they were hot to fuck her, I seemed to be so proud that I had such a hot looking woman with me.
She was right. I did feel a sense of pride that all the other guys were so impressed with my girlfriend in her outrageously indecent bikini that brazenly put more than 99% of her sexy body on public display.
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But as Mrs. Hornibastard noticed how so many of the men were drooling over her, she noticed that some of the women were also paying a lot of attention, not only to her, but to me as well. She believed the women thought I was hot stuff too.
I told Mrs. Hornibastard she was probably wrong about how the other women viewed me. It was more likely they were wondering why an older guy like me had such a hot young girlfriend. I told her she was just projecting her own feelings about me onto the other young women at the resort. But she insisted otherwise. She said that, because I was such an exercise fiend, I had a very muscular, young looking body. She thought I looked nice in my swimwear but that I would have looked so much hotter if I wore a far more daring swimsuit.
“Do you remember the tiny swimsuit I wanted you to buy at that shop in Denpasar where we bought mine?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked.
“I do remember that swimsuit you wanted me to buy,”I laughed. “It was ridiculous! I would have looked so butt-fucking gay in a swimsuit like that!”
“I found several more, even sexier swimsuits for you before we left that store.” Mrs. Hornibastard giggled. “I knew you wouldn’t wear any of them but I thought you would look so awesome in them! I should have showed them to you! I’ve never seen any men wear swimsuits like those. Maybe they are illegal.”
“Why would they be illegal?” I asked. “Were they nothing more than a gay, pink bow to tie around my penis?”
Mrs. Hornibastard laughed. “They were extremely tiny but they probably would have been more comfortable than the first one I showed you because they were made of very stretchy fabric ... but you wouldn’t have liked them. You could see through some of them!”
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Mrs. Hornibastard claimed it made her horny thinking about other women staring at me with my dick partially visible in the kind of swimwear she had seen at that shop in Denpasar. She said she thought about that a lot while we were in Bali. According to her, she even thought about that while we were fucking in the privacy of our villa at the resort.
“That’s why I decided it would be sexy fun to invite my friends to join us swimming naked in our pool!” Mrs. Hornibastard said. “I wanted to show off my American man to my girl friends. Besides, they were asking me so many questions about you.”
I found Mrs. Hornibastard’s statement both baffling and intriguing. “Why were they asking about me? What kind of questions?”
As Mrs. Hornibastard explained it, “Women always talk about their husbands or boyfriends.”
“They do?”
I was only pretending to be surprised.
“Well, Indonesian women do,” she replied. “My friends were curious about you because you are foreign. They wanted to know all about you. They also wanted to know if what people say about white men compared to Asian men was true.”
“Is that why you sent some of our very private, personal photos to your girl friends?” I asked, suddenly remembering Mrs. Hornibastard’s hopelessly irresponsible leaking of our highly classified photos many years ago.
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“Of course!” she replied without showing any remorse. “I got so horny fantasizing about my friends seeing you naked in the pool and getting a good, long look at your big American dick!”
Mrs. Hornibastard was coolly nonchalant in making this admission.
“Did you think it was weird for me to want to share your sexiness with my girlfriends?” Mrs. Hornibastard inquired.
“No, not really,” I replied. “Well, OK, maybe a little. The skinny dipping was certainly no big deal, but I was surprised that you wanted us to make love with your friends watching. I was even more amazed that you wanted to watch me fucking your friends. No other woman in my life has ever done that!”
Mrs. Hornibastard took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. She seemed to be about to share another deep secret with me.
“Do you remember my friend Wiwik?” she asked me.
“Wiwik? No, I’m not sure I remember her. Which one was she?”
Actually, I did remember Wiwik but felt it was safer to be vague since I was unsure where the conversation would go next.
“Wiwik was my very petite friend. She was short and thin. But she had a very pretty face,” Mrs. Hornibastard replied. “Do you remember her?”
“Yeah. I think I remember Wiwik. Was she the one who looked more Chinese than Indonesian?”
“Yes, that’s her! The first time she came to skinny dip with us she brought her friend, Diah, who I had never met before. We were drinking margaritas out by the pool when it started to storm forcing us to go inside. We were all sitting naked on the couches in our media room, talking, already drunk but still drinking margaritas. Out of the blue, Wiwik pointed at your cock and said, ‘Why don’t you make his dick hard?’ Remember that?”
“No, not at all!”
“Maybe Wiwik said it in Javanese and you just didn’t understand. But you were sitting between me and Wiwik when she said it. So I started playing with your penis. Wiwik moved in much closer to you and watched your penis grow and stand up. Do you remember now?”
“I remember you giving me a hand job on the couch with two of your friends present. I don’t really recall which of your friends were there that first time.”
Wiwik was apparently fascinated with the hand job Mrs. Hornibastard was giving me. As I quickly progressed from a semi to a full erection and then to copious pre-cum dribble, Mrs. Hornibastard said Wiwik remained thoroughly enchanted, never taking her eyes off the steamy drama unfolding on the couch beside her.
Mrs. Hornibastard suspected Wiwik wanted to handle the jumbo American package. She said Wiwik had probably never seen an erect penis other than in porn videos and had certainly never handled one before. Being a gracious hostess, Mrs. Hornibastard decided to indulge her guest. She stopped stroking me and allowed Wiwik to take matters into her own tiny hands.
Mrs. Hornibastard summed it up this way, “Wiwik looked like she was enjoying giving you a hand job even more than you were enjoying getting it.”
To be perfectly honest, I only vaguely recall Wiwik taking over the hand job duties from Mrs. Hornibastard. The potent margaritas may have something to do with the dulling of that delicious memory. But during the ensuing year and a half, Wiwik and I eventually enjoyed plenty of sticky moments together. I remember most of those much more clearly.
Mrs. Hornibastard continued her recollection of that day.
“When you were about to cum, I remember you tensed up and trembled for a few seconds while you were trying to hold it back. Wiwik drew her face so close to your cock I almost felt I should warn her that she was about to get a face full of cum. Then I thought ‘let her learn.’ But just as you started to spew she managed to avoid getting drenched. She pointed your penis straight up so your cum flew up and landed back down on your cock and Wiwik’s hands.”
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“Wiwik just kept on stroking you until she finally realized from your facial expressions and movements that continued stroking was no longer necessary or even desired. So Wiwik stopped playing with your cock and started playing with your sperm instead! She was sooo drunk!!”
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“That was the first time you ever got sticky with one of my friends.” Mrs. Hornibastard continued. “I thought it was great! Wiwik thought it was fantastic. Wiwik, Diah and I all could see that you enjoyed it too. In fact, Wiwik was still playing with the evidence.”
The following weekend Wiwik and Diah were again invited to join us for another skinny dipping pool party. Once again, potent margaritas were available to our guests. After we felt that we’d had enough of the tropical sun, we retreated indoors. Diah suggested that we put on a porn video. Wiwik and Mrs. Hornibastard seconded Dinh’s motion enthusiastically.
According to Mrs. Hornibastard, barely five minutes into the porn video she was so ready to fuck that she really didn’t care who was there to see us. As she put it, “watching the porn video made me realize that I really needed your big American zakar (Indonesian slang for penis) deep inside my memek (Indonesian slang for pussy).”
Mrs. Hornibastard made her desires clear to me and, quicker than you can say “live sex show,” she and I were balling on the couch right next to our two, drunk, naked guests.
“I’ll never forget that day. It was the first time we made love in front of my friends,” Mrs. Hornibastard said with a sigh.
I wondered if I was supposed to feel guilty for my inability to recall this particular event or to distinguish it from many similar events in our increasingly distant past.
But as Mrs. Hornibastard quickly discovered, Indonesian women don’t just talk about their husbands and boyfriends. They also talk about other women’s husbands and boyfriends.
Soon stories began circulating that we were hosting wild, drunken and drug-laced skinny dipping orgies in our back yard and that we had performed various sexual acts in plain view of our guests.
Although there was a kernel of truth in them, the rumors were greatly exaggerated. There were no drugs involved other than some potent margaritas. We’d never invited more than two guests (not the dozen and more that some were saying). And we didn’t make love for the purpose of putting on a show even if Mrs. Hornibastard was not exactly shy about her friends watching us. outstripped
Contrary to the rumors, guests were not engaging in 3-somes with Mrs. Hornibastard and me and I was not fucking any of the guests (at least not yet). If Wiwik was among the guests, she could usually be counted on to assist Mrs. Hornibastard in giving me a hand job but, at least at that time, it hadn’t gone beyond that.
Despite the rumors, not a single sexually explicit photo was taken during our get togethers as and there were certainly no XXX-rated videos produced.
None of our guests had ever come up pregnant as a result of anything that happened in our pool or inside our home.
But the truth often doesn’t matter, especially when the rumors are more exciting than the truth. Mrs. Hornibastard told me that at a hen party in SOMEONE ELSE’S HOME, she once found herself having to deny that she had engaged in lesbian sex with two of our guests while two other guests joined forces to desplooginate me.
Mrs. Hornibastard’s first reaction to the spread of these wild stories was dismay. But not me. I was not dismayed by the rumors. Mrs. Hornibastard didn’t tell me about them.
Her next reaction was to increase the number of women who were occasionally invited to join in our Sunday afternoon skinny dipping parties.
But the seed had been planted.
Not long after the rumors had died down, Mrs. Hornibastard admitted to her two closest girlfriends (Lilis and Wiwik) that she found it exhilarating when I fucked her with them watching.
Not long afterwards, while I was away on business, those same two friends came over for some traditional Sunday afternoon skinny dipping with Mrs. Hornibastard. As their tongues were loosened by the margaritas, Lilis and Wiwik confessed that watching me sticking my “big American dick” into Mrs. Hornibastard made them so horny that they now each fantasized about me fucking them with my “big American dick” while Mrs. Hornibastard watched.
In Wiwik’s fantasy Mrs. Hornibastard was tied to a chair just out of reach. She could watch but could not interfere or participate as I fucked Wiwik.
Wiwik was not just a short and skinny girl with a pretty face. She was also a bit weird.
Mrs. Hornibastard then threw gasoline on the fire by admitting to Lilis and Wiwik that she had become increasingly fascinated with the idea of watching me fucking them.
Lilis and Wiwik quickly volunteered to help make Mrs. Hornibastard’s dream come true.
But as Mrs. Hornibastard explained, she was not entirely comfortable with the idea of me fucking her friends. She worried that watching me nail one of her friends might have a very different and unsettling impact on her than just watching a friend finish a hand job that she herself had initiated.
Soon, Mrs. Hornibastard said she often thought about watching me fuck her friends. She even fantasized about this while we were making love. That’s why she finally decided to give this “crazy idea” a try.
“Do you remember the first time you fucked one of my girlfriends while I watched you?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked. “Do you remember who it was?”
I did remember. It was Sartina, but I pretended not to remember her name.
“Her name was Sartina, my friend from Sumatra!”
“Oh, right! Sartina! But why Sartina?” I asked. “Why her instead of Lilis or Wiwik since both had already volunteered to let me fuck them while you watched?”
Mrs. Hornibastard had an answer for everything. “Sartina was a dear friend who I trusted. But she lived far away in Sumatra and we rarely saw each other. She was married but was separated from her husband at that time. I had told her all about you and sent her some very hot photos of you. I knew I could trust her not to tell others. Best of all, if watching you fuck Sartina upset me, I knew she had to return to Sumatra and we could all just forget it ever happened.”
“Well,” I said, “obviously you must have enjoyed watching me getting sticky with Sartina because, after that, you started inviting your other girl friends to come over and be fucked by your American stud.”
Mrs. Hornibastard eyed me carefully, checking for my face for evidence of sarcasm.
“Did you like it right away or were you jealous at first?” I asked, curious about how she managed to get comfortable watching me fuck her friends.
“I remember shaking that night when we started playing strip minum with Sartina. My heart was pounding! It was a combination of fear and horniness. I expected to love it but wasn’t completely sure if I would also feel jealous and threatened. But as soon as you and Sartina started getting sexual together, I was immediately overwhelmed with horniness. Watching your big American dick stretching Sartina’s pussy as you slowly slid it into her for the first time was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen! Even to this day, I still sometimes think about that when you start to make love to me.”
“After you two finished fucking and you got off Sartina, I remember how she remained very still on the carpet, her legs still spread wide. I saw your sperm dripping out of her koochy. It was a money shot like in the porn videos except that this was even better because you had cum inside Sartina and now I could see the proof dripping out!”
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I remember the evening with Sartina very well. I have re-lived it in my mind many times. But Mrs. Hornibastard’s vivid description from her point of view had made me very horny. I was hot and ready to fuck again - Mrs. Hornibastard or Sartina! Either one would do at that moment! Even short and skinny Wiwik (never one of my favorites) would have been just fine.
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“Do you remember all of my friends who you fucked?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked me softly. Apparently, these were such delicious memories to her that she almost purred as she asked this question.
“Let me think. I can probably remember the women but I might get some of their names wrong.” I started down my mental list. “I remember Sartina because she was the first one. But she only visited once. I also remember Lilis, Wiwik, Sri, Alina and Santi.
“Don’t forget Diah,” Mrs. Hornibastard reminded me.
“Oh, right! Diah!” I actually had remembered fucking Diah, I just failed to include her in the list. “And wasn’t there also a woman named ‘Ayu?’” I asked.
Mrs. Hornibastard replied, “I don’t know if Ayu counts.”
“Why wouldn’t Ayu count?” I was a little puzzled.
“You never really fucked Ayu.”
“How did I miss out on fucking Ayu?”
“Ayu was more conservative than the others and she was married,” Mrs. Hornibastard explained. “She was OK with skinny dipping, watching porn and watching you fuck me and the others. But she was not comfortable with you fucking her. She got drunk enough a few times that she gave you some hand jobs and blow jobs. Eventually, she let you eat her pussy. She really enjoyed that and was always eager for you to give her another tongue lashing. But you two never fucked.”
“Didn’t Ayu have unusually big tits for an Indonesian woman?” I asked.
“So, you remember Ayu’s big tits! I’m not surprised!” Mrs. Hornibastard’s tone was sarcastic.
Wanting to change the topic, I quickly added, “I remember Dewi. She was the last of your friends to join our skinny dipping and fuck club. Plus she eventually moved in with us. Didn’t she stay with us for about one year?”
Mrs. Hornibastard remembered, “Yes, she was with us for about a year. After Dewi came into our lives I invited the others less often. Sri and Lilis were present the first few times that Dewi joined us but soon Dewi took over and we never invited any of the others anymore.”
There was an awkward silence.
“You really liked, Dewi didn’t you?” Mrs. Hornibastard finally asked.
I KNEW this was a loaded question.
“Yeah, she was OK,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. I didn’t expect Mrs. Hornibastard to believe I was so blasé about Dewi. She knew better.
“I was getting uncomfortable with Dewi just before she got that promotion and finally moved away,” Mrs. Hornibastard admitted.
I remembered some tense moments when Mrs. Hornibastard complained that Dewi was getting as much or more attention than she was. But I didn’t bring it up.
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For a couple of minutes Mrs. Hornibastard fell silent and I thought the conversation was finally at an end. But Mrs. Hornibastard wasn’t finished talking. You know how women are. They never run out of things to say.
Ever!
“You know which of my friends we never included that I really wished we had?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked wistfully. “I wish we had included Yuni. You remember her from last year when we visited and she led us and the kids on a hike up the mountain to the hot spring?”
“Oh yeah, of course I remember Yuni from your village!” I said while thinking to myself, I remember her sweet face and her every delicious curve! “But what makes you think Yuni would have been willing to play with us so intimately?”
“Oh, she would! No question about it! She told me she thought you are quite the hunk,” Mrs. Hornibastard said before adding, “I had even considered leaving the kids home with their auntie when we hiked the mountain with Yuni. It would have been a VERY different hike if only Yuni, you and I had gone up to the hot springs.”
Between all the salacious memories of poolside fuck-fests and Mrs. Hornibastard’s masterful manipulation of my kielbasa, I was now fully re-booted and more than ready for a sticky second round!
I hopped on top of Mrs. Hornibastard whose long stroll down memory lane had clearly also prepared her for Round Two.
I don’t know what Mrs. Hornibastard was thinking about as I began vigorously plowing her furrow. But, as I felt how marvelous her tight koochy felt around my cock, and as I watched her titties jiggling and bouncing with my every thrust, I was half a world away, imagining how wonderful Yuni’s koochy would feel wrapped tightly around my big American dick and how glorious it would be watching her perky titties bounce and jiggle as I fucked her under the sawo trees surrounding the hot spring on that mountainside overlooking the village where she and Mrs. Hornibastard had grown up.
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The Yuni Saga:
1. She Didn’t Exactly Say She Wanted to Fuck:
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2. Is Yuni Putting Her Ass on Parade?
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3. Yuni Makes Her Intentions Clear
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4. Afternoon Delight on the Mountain with Yuni Bare
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5. I feel Like I Dodged a Bullet
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6. Yuni Bare: An Epilogue
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Thanks for the recap.
Sorry for the bad links.