The Joy of Sex (Volume Two)

By Anne Summer

A continuation of the 'Under Plain Wrapper' series of titles combined into this volume
The theme of the mature woman exploring her sexuality is continued from the first volume of The Joy of Sex and the stories are in the same vogue, being highly sensual and involving explicit sexual activity

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anne Summer
• Release date: Oct 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310144448

Anne Summer

We believe that women are emotional and loving rather than just sex-crazed animals. As such, the kind of erotica that we enjoy, perhaps crave, are basically gentle and affectionate rather than simply raunchy, even debauched.Our stories reflect this. Fundamental niceness and a degree of refinement in use of language is what we seek to achieve.Please Welcome my co-author, ? Sandy Sinful (or Sinful Sandy if you like!) Sandy joins me to make our team "Sinful Summer" in celebration of long hot, steamy nights of pleasure, taken in the delight of beautiful, masculine men and sometimes lusty women too! We are here to enjoy and be enjoyed. Sigh!

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‘The Joy of Sex (Part Two)’

The second part of a collection of short stories by Anne Summer, originally published in a series called ‘Under Plain Wrapper’

Reissued 2017

Copyright 2017 by Anne Summer

Smashwords Edition

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people except that if you would like to share this book with another person, please be sure that they are an adult of at least 18 years of age.

The stories are works of fiction and no resemblance to any persons living or dead is intended

It is the birthright of every woman to enjoy a fulfilling and satisfactory sex life. The seven short erotic stories which make up this book explore this theme and by so doing invite all women to consider their own emotional and sexual needs and desires. There are few human experiences more exciting than the frisson of a new assignation, the tingling anticipation of a new and arousing Affaire de Coeur.

The stories here are not of the type: ‘beautiful 18 year old cheerleader has a crush on her stepfather’ rather those of a mature woman extending her sexual boundaries.

Enjoy!

Anne

A continuation of the 'Under Plain Wrapper' series of titles combined into this volume The theme of the mature woman exploring her sexuality is continued from the first volume of The Joy of Sex and the stories are in the same vogue, being highly sensual and involving explicit sexual activity

The Titles

P3 Foursum

P 32 A Godiva Threnody

P43 Strictly Come Dancing

P65 Upstairs – Downstairs (Part One)

P86 The Runner

P96 Escort

P108 Mansour the Magnificent

Also by Anne Summer an erotica novel

‘I, Punter’

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‘Foursum (Foursome)’

Two, so they say, is company. Three can be a ‘Menage a Trois’ and offer delights which a simple coupling cannot, perhaps especially so if it is a woman enjoying the attention of two male lovers. But a foursome, now that is something else! And incredibly exciting, especially in the heady hedonistic mood of a holiday romance. It adds up to more than the sum of the partners, so I have called it ‘foursum.’ Why not try it for yourselves, what have you got to lose?

We had a late flight into Fuerteventura and were even later by the time the hotel shuttle delivered us to the holiday village, so we were glad to crash out in our apartment, enjoy a celebratory gin and tonic (Bombay Sapphire from the duty free and a ridiculously expensive tinny of tonic from the minibar) and retire to bed.

We had been looking forward to this. We have a nice little scheme worked out with our cousins whereby we take turns to have their children over for a holiday while they have the week to themselves. And vice-versa. The kids get on well with their cousins and they love it, and it is our turn to have a week in the sun.

I snuggled cosily up to Sven’s warm body and yawned sleepily. Kiss me. I murmured. He turned to me in intimate embrace and pressed his lips gently to mine. My body responded to him as it always does. He is six feet two inches tall, and beautiful with it, a down of flaxen hair covers his chest, matching the blonde mop of hair that defines his Swedishness. I love him. But tonight, I couldn’t quite get roused enough and neither could he.

Tomorrow, darling. he whispered.

Promise!

Of course I promise. But we may also have other fish to fry.

Will we get lucky this holiday?

We always have before!

I’m so looking forward to it!

So am I. Sleep now and dream of what might be. Will be, I’m sure.

We slept late and awoke growling with hunger. A quick shower and dress – we wore our tennis gear, not that we play much tennis but we look good in it. I have a white, pleated short skirt and frilly blouse with a lacy bra beneath. And trainers with white socks, of course. Sven looks extremely Nordic in his shorts and I still fancy him like mad after nine years of marriage. Towels slung over our shoulders completed the outfit.

We made our way to the breakfast buffet and tucked in with enthusiasm. I leaned forward contentedly replete by the time we reached the third cup of coffee.

Seen any prospects? I murmured.

Those two. his eyes briefly swivelled to the left.

You mean the joggers?

Sven nodded thoughtfully. Two tables to our left the joggers faced each other across the remnants of their breakfast. They were wearing matching blue lycra jogging shorts and tops. And trainers with blue socks, of course. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, his black hair was cropped short but not too short for my liking. Something’s going on there!

Yes, I noticed it too. They’ve had a row, haven’t they. Pity to start your holiday in that mood.

Could play to our advantage though.

Are you interested then?

Could be! His eyes twinkled.

She isn’t pretty.

…and he isn’t that much to look at either.

No jealousy problems then?

They’re quite a lot younger than we are. Guess 23 or 24?

Sven nodded sagely. She’s stockily built. Plenty of stamina. I like that a lot. No pretty young thing who’ll fade after a couple of sessions.

And he’s well muscled and he fills his lycra nicely! It was my turn to smile.

Hmmm. He raised his eyebrows and grinned. You like that idea don’t you. Especially if it’s both of us at once!

I shivered, inwardly delighted. That was exactly what I had in mind."

But seriously, now he continued do you think it could be time of the month making her ratty with him?

I shook my head. Don’t think so. But they have got bad vibes going alright.

At that moment he got up from his chair and stalked off, leaving her to trail miserably behind him.

How do you know?

Know what?

She isn’t having her period?

I grinned. Woman’s intuition. We know these things!

OK then. Sven nodded his head. We go for it with them.

Agreed! I leaned over the table and kissed him. Let’s go out by the pool and see what happens. My guess is they’ll do their morning jog then find themselves loungers on the shady side opposite.

At this time of day there was almost nobody about. On the near side, down the far end and well shaded to the point of concealment a round wrought iron table and chairs suited our purpose perfectly. I took his hand and we went over there. Sven carefully folded his towel into a cushion, laid it on a chair and I put mine down on the table. He sat down and unbuttoned his shorts. He had already become fully erect and he wasn’t wearing underpants as we had earlier agreed. A frisson of sheer pleasure ran through me.

I slipped between him and the table and straddled over him, leaning my elbows on my towel, my skirt flouncing over us. I have crutchless knickers which I always wear when I am on holiday so that he could guide the head of his big, hot penis between my already well juicy labia. I let him rub himself back and forth a few times, tingling with the pleasure of it until I could wait no longer and lowered myself down on to him, feeling that incredibly beautiful sensation that never seems to lessen with the passing of the years as he opened and entered me, thrusting up into my deepest and most intimate place. I wriggled my bottom on his lap until he was fully and completely inside me, then relaxed forward, leaning my head on my arms, simply drowning in my enjoyment of him.

We sat like that for a long time, moving against each other, delicious but almost imperceptible to a casual observer. My pelvic floor is in pretty good condition so I squeezed him in return. We gradually worked each other up until we were both almost panting with the overwhelming pleasure of it.

There they are! he breathed into my ear. I looked up to see them settling onto loungers exactly where we had predicted they would go. They were wearing matching blue swimwear, hers a boob-tube bikini top. The effect on me was immediate. The effect on Sven even more so. He pressed me forward against the table and took me with such force that I gasped out loud, then exploded into a huge orgasm. My whole body shook with the power of it and a second time as we came together, my insides clamped around his pulsating manhood as he pumped his semen inside me in a seemingly endless series of warm, powerful spurts.

Minutes passed in almost a swoon until he gradually slackened and I wriggled myself off him. I sat up and pushed my towel in under the skirt to soak up the juices leaking from the depth of my vagina but it was some time before we would be able to do anything else. The joggers obligingly sat on their loungers, reading their newspapers as Sven and I quietly regained our composure.

I walked over to the toilets and cleaned myself up. I still felt a bit wobbly from the orgiastic release, though my vagina throbbed gently with remembered pleasure. Next it was Sven’s turn to wrinse off the obvious scent of our lovemaking and on his return it was time to move forward. The male jogger had gone into the pool for a swim and I sent Sven in to join him while I walked around to the far side and sat down on the next lounger to her, on the pretext of sharing the shade of the parasol.

She looked up, quizzically. I smiled. She half smiled in return.

I burn easily, being Swedish. My name’s Anneka.

I’m Millicent. Millie.

We arrived last night. It’s a nice place, we are pleased with it.

We?

Sven’s my partner. Just on cue he was climbing out of the water on the far side, standing up to look over and wave at me. Beautiful, isn’t he!

She gazed at him, couldn’t take her eyes off him. Lucky you!

The water had made his shorts cling around his loins, showing off his generous manhood almost to the point of indecency. But then, he is Swedish!

You were on the bus with us last night, weren’t you?

I nodded, thinking that we had slipped in not noticing them at the time. But then again, we were pretty tired and amid a sea of OAPs.

Is that your partner? I pointed to the male swimmer ploughing steadily up and down the pool.

She pulled a bit of a face. David. Burning it off.

Burning it off?

Burning it off!

She looked down. I changed tack by unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it off, then unclipped my bra and dropped it over the back of the lounger. Her eyes devoured my breasts. Do you mind? Is it OK? I held my hands under them, lifting them a little and leaned forward conspiratorially. They ache when I’m getting lots of sex and it’s a great pleasure and relief to go topless."

She nodded her head vigorously as if to say that she was a woman of the world and I had her approval.

Girls together Millie!

She held my eyes for an uncomfortably long time during which I was aware of the warm Canarian breeze flowing over my bare breasts and my nipples beginning to pucker in response, then with a suddenness that surprised me she pulled the boob tube over her head in one swift movement and dropped it on the ground. I gasped in wonderment. She had the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Her aureoles were huge and dark, centred by unusually big nipples that were easily an inch long, red and taught. The breasts themselves were shapely and looked swollen, almost as if she was lactating. She has a touch of olive in her skin colouring.

You’re so beautiful! I breathed, unable to take my eyes away from them, fighting off the temptation to reach out and stroke them.

You’re the first person who has ever said that to me.

Millie, let down your hair for me.

She smiled and lifted her arms to undo the hair band, raising those lovely breasts invitingly in front of me. My hands moved almost of their own accord, pressing over them so that her nipples were between my thumbs and forefingers. She pressed herself forward, squirming against my touch and I massaged her, stroking up her nipples, tightening and pressing against her. Her mouth was half open and she made a little whimper as we rocked together for maybe a whole minute before she leaned away and let her hair fall in a shoulder-length wave of silky brown. We continued to gaze at each other, a bond formed between us that needed no words.

Then she started to cry. Silent tears spilling over on to her cheeks.

You’ve had a row, haven’t you?

David was still ploughing manfully up and down the pool. Millie nodded, her face now a picture of misery. He sneaked my mobile and my iPad out of my bag and left them in a drawer at home. He said I was never off them. That on holiday we should be together undistracted. Then we had a blazing row and now we are hardly speaking. So he’s burning it off.

Oh, Millie! I pulled her to me and hugged her. That’s so mean!

I’m so unhappy.

The time had come. I took her chin in my hand and said I’ll lend you Sven, if you like!

Her eyes went round, like saucers. What?

Why don’t you go with him for the afternoon. Get your own back?

He’s your… she gulped …husband!

He’s extremely demanding when we’re on holiday. We’ve had it twice already this morning. I could actually do with a bit of a rest. Just lie here and sip a couple of long drinks. You’d be doing me a favour. As long as you eventually let me have him back, of course!

You’re joking with me. And why should he be interested in me when you’re so beautiful?

I’ll call him over next time he gets out of the water. He won’t be able to take his eyes off you. I reached forward and stroked her breast, letting my fingers rest on that lovely firm flesh and we sat there, her eyes downcast for what seemed a long time. Then she said in a tiny voice that I hardly heard Yes, I’d like that.

Sven was out of the water, sitting on the edge of the pool. I waved to him to come over and he walked around, was in front of us before Millie had time to change her mind. Sven, this is my new friend, Millie.

He grinned wickedly, his eyes flickering over my breasts and then locking on to hers. Wow! he said What a friend you have! Her beauty matches yours, that’s for sure. Hello Millie. Any time you’re not occupied, let me know!

Sven! I scolded rogueishly. You’ve just been introduced! Will you get us a round of drinks? G&Ts. Make it four, Millie’s partner is still in the pool.

His smile broadened and he set off at once towards the bar. Millie, look at me! Now I’m completely serious about this. When he comes back with the drinks I will get him to go to our apartment for something or other. Then it’s your call. Follow him.

She was shivering, her teeth actually chattering. I can’t. D-david. What about David?

I smiled. Just leave David to me. He doesn’t deserve you and I will explain it to him. Don’t you worry about him.

Sven was approaching with a tray and four tall glasses. I gestured to him to sit next to Millie and he immediately put a glass into her hand, passed mine over to me and put the tray down, then sat, clinked glasses with us both Here’s to you Millie, Anneke. Then clinked glasses with her a second time and put his arm around her. Anytime you’re free, Millie.

She was completely overwhelmed, couldn’t look up, clutched on to her drink but she didn’t pull away from him either.

Sven, I’ve mislaid my bag. Be a darling and see if it is in the apartment. When you’ve finished your drink.

Yes of course, silly you. I’ll go at once! He drained his glass, stood up, blew me a kiss, then blew Millie one, too and was striding away, towel over his shoulder. Millie sat very still, following him with her eyes until he was almost out of sight round the corner of the apartment building. It is Number 223 I said. Be back here at 7pm for dinner.

What about David? she whimpered. Is that your apartment key? I took hold of the key that dangled on a leather cord and hung down between her breasts, almost to her navel. She nodded. I pulled it over her head. If you’re going, this is the time.

She stood up, her eyes troubled but at the same time beginning to come alight with excitement. You do mean it? You are really sure?

I smiled encouragingly. Put your top on or you’ll cause a riot.

She bent, still very flustered and wriggled into it. I draped her towel over her shoulder and looked very directly into her eyes. He can be extremely demanding and he fancies you like mad. Don’t keep him waiting.

Millie almost fled, albeit that she now had a noticeable wiggle in her hips, not daring to look at the pool. David had reached the near end and stopped swimming. He was watching her until she went out of sight, then climbed out and came over in my direction.

Ah, yes! I thought. David!

Once I was out of sight round the corner, I stopped and sat on a convenient low wall. I was in a complete turmoil. Half an hour ago, I had been on my own, moping by the pool and now I was hurrying to an extramarital affair with Anneke’s husband. Beautiful Anneke who had groped my breasts. And I had wanted her to, pressed myself up against her, incredibly aroused as she massaged them. Shocked into a sexual hunger that now drove me towards Sven, the Swedish god of manhood who was waiting for me right now and moreover with Anneke’s blessing, indeed her insistence. I was trembling all over.

What about David? We had been married almost a year now. We felt like a good partnership, we mostly liked the same things, though I now realised that I irritated him using my mobile phone. Our sex life had always been a bit bland but overall I supposed that I enjoyed