The Jet Set

[ozme52]

I picked up a bottle of oil and pointed it at Jacki and squeezed. A stream of oil hit her on the chest and dribbled down her belly and onto her thighs.

When the oil was fairly dripping from her I tossed the bottle to her with a high arc and as she reached to catch it I rushed and enveloped her kicking her legs out from under her.

I twisted so my mometum put me on the bottom as we hit the mat and our bodies slid against each other.

Jacki instantly wrapped her legs around me as I grabbed two slippery handfuls of oily tit.

 

[Arioso]

He pulls that move on me every time...and I always let him...

Rand introduced me to wrestling a few months after Rome. We were traveling in Greece, I recall, and the subject of classical gymnastics had come up. Rand wanted to persuade me that everything, even athletics, had its erotic side.

Now, I am a confirmed believer.

And it's so much more pleasurable to take a tumble with my sexy husband on the mat and grapple with him until he subdues me than it is to spend thirty fucking minutes on the fucking stairmaster. Those ghastly things are for the peons who spend their lives working on an assembly line or in some office cubicle: just one more part of their lives that can be sterilized, mechanized, and routinized.

With Rand, I can get a full-body workout -- literally. Best of all, though, I love that sweet, aching surrender when he proves that his muscles can stand more than mine can, and he pins me beneath him. I don't normally like to feel helpless. I'm not normally helpless -- I'm rich and I can be a bitch on wheels when I need to. But there is something delicious about lying beneath a sweaty, powerful man...especially one who thinks you're his own, personal sex goddess...and knowing you don't have the strength to resist...that he could do anything he wanted with you...

So of course I have to bait him.

"Is that the best you can do?" I taunt saucily, giving him a little defiant smirk as I grab his wrists and make as if to pin his arms above his head.

Of course Rand doesn't like being interrupted -- he was fondling a pair of the best tits in the world, after all -- so he retaliates. We roll over as he uses his weight against me, and mmmmm but that oil is getting smeared around nicely. I buck my hips at him to try to throw him off but he can be an unmovable wall when he wants to. So I try to kick...but he's got his legs tangled with mine and braced firmly enough that all I can do is squirm.

We both love it when I squirm.

Our tussle takes us all over the mat, usually because I catch him off guard just enough to dislodge him for an instant and go on the offensive, only to have him regain the upper hand. Our bodies flop and writhe and thrash, slickening each other's skin with the oil and making it feel sooooo good to grapple together.

Until finally, Rand has me pinned beneath him, my arms stretched out to the sides, my sweaty hair clinging to my neck, my tits bobbing on my chest as I pant for breath.

"Uncle," I concede, fixing him with a gaze of pure lust -- more than enough invitation for any healthy, red-blooded heterosexual male.

He's got me right where he wants me.

 

[ozme52]

Wrestling with Jacki always gets me hot and when she finally gave in, I'm so fucking aroused I can't control myself.

I know Jacki loves these moments as much as the tender ones. But now, I'm quick and demanding. My legs force there way between Jacki's, the oil making them slick and impossible to resist. My cock too is covered with oil.

Jacki wraps her legs around my waist in a vain attempt to hold me off, so I can't "push closer" ... but I just use my weight to push her ass back onto the mat and worm my way forward.

My cock makes electric contact with her also oil slickened pussy, and I inexiorable push forward parting her labia and entering her channel, until I bury myself to the hilt, all in one long smooth stroke.

Jacki's mock struggles enflame my lust as I "take" my wife and we start humping like bunnies.