It was a beautiful Saturday morning in late March. Still about sixty degrees at seven am. Peter and Laura decided to do as much work in the backyard garden as possible before it got too hot in a few weeks. This is Dallas after all, and it could be ninety plus this afternoon. They'd raked a second mountain of leaves, that had fallen during the winter, last weekend and made a list of things to do and plant this weekend.

They slipped into their favorite gardening clothes. Deep green catsuits, no hands or hoods, with a front zipper that ran from the turtleneck to almost the waist. They were made of a thicker heaver lycra, but appeared to be just as painted on as their other lycra clothes. They added tennis shoes, rubber knee pads, and leather gloves.

Peter was always looking at his wife's body encased in that glissening fabric and seemed to have a perpetual buldge in his lycra. Laura stood about five foot six with straight brown hair that fell past her rear, with nice curves and modest breasts. Regular aerobics and weight lifting with John and Kim, who lived in the house behind them, had given them well toned bodies. Peter was about six feet tall with blonde hair, pulled back into an six inch ponytail, blue eyes, nicely muscled, and a well rounded seven incher. Both were otherwise average looking with friendly personalities. They considered themselves modern day druids tending their garden. Laura's degree was in Horticulture and she used her green thumb to create a miniature paradise. Their house being similiar to John and Kim's with a large backyard. To one side of their yard was an rectangular mideavel herb garden with a small fountain in the center. To the other was a small ten by ten covered deck where they liked to have wine and cheese snacks. A brick path snakes around the entire backyard which is enclosed by a tall privacy hedge. Completely protected from prying eyes. Except for the apartment that sits on top of a neighbors two car garage that's separate from the house.

Two young college students lived their, and often join them working in the garden or attending Lifestyle parties. Julie and Linda were twins and in their early twenties doing their graduate work at the university. Both are petite and slender and enjoy more the fantasy of wearing costumes than the sensual pleasures of wearing tight lycra or nylon. Two very studious and quiet young ladies.

About eight thirty they came out to help, wearing their own catsuits just like Peter and Laura's. Since they'd given them free roam of their garden whenever they wished, they liked to help maintain it. Altogether, they looked more like a futuristic high tech warriors than gardeners who love lycra. They stepped out on their narrow porch and waved and descended the stairs disappearing behind the hedge. They squeezed thru a narrow opening below the stairs.

"Good morning ladies." Peter called. They hugged and kissed Peter and Laura passionately, running their hands over there lycra skins. "You little sleepy heads." Peter added and lightly slapped Julie on the rear. She pressed herself against his buldge.

"Oh, Peter! Is that a banana in your catsuit or are you just glad to see us?" The girls giggled and Julie rubbed her hand over his rigid buldge. "You must be happy to see us." She said.

Linda asked. "What would you like us to help with?" Her hands still on Laura's hips.

"Linda, why don't you help me finish the herb bed. Julie, why don't you help Peter finish those two beds so we can have some fun later today."

Peter couldn't keep his eyes off of Julie's body as she worked near him, and she knew it. She would occassionally stop and back into his erection and slide up and down trying to get him to empty his load in his catsuit while he felt her small firm breasts and pinched her nipples thru the slipperly lycra. She leaned back and he kissed her over her shoulder and let his hands slip to her tender area. Carressing the wet stain that was growing quickly. Linda and Laura looked over and sighed together.

Linda spoke quietly. "They're at it again. They just can't seem to keep their minds on their work." Linda spoke quietly as they sat back on the raised brick planter and watched.

"I'm ready, Peter. Satisfy me..." Julie begged in a whisper.

They removed their gloves and he unzipped her catsuit pulling it down to her knee pads. Julie unzipped his and kissed his chest as she did. Running her tongue over his sweaty, salty tasting chest. She pulled it down to his knees and sucked his rod. It was beautiful, she thought. The idea of his maleness sliding in and out of her womanhood, driving her to higher states of extecy. Until her final, climatic, ending and his manly release. She rolled over on all fours, placing her tender hole against the end of his cock. He worked his way in and pumped her hot pussy, animal style.

"Oh, god! Yes! Just keep pumping my hole. Long, slow strokes with your hot cock. Long and slow and no cumming until I'm ready! Oh yes! I feel it building. Get ready to release yourself in me. Pump faster! Oh, my, god! Release yourself, now! Yes, I feel your rod pulsing with your life force! Shooting your seed deep into my womanhood!" She climaxed and collasped on the dirt and lay panting. Waves of pleasure shot thru his loins and he filled her hot little cunt. Peter let his limp rod slip out dripping juices on the ground.

They were suddenly aware of being watched, they turned with that deer in the headlights look on their faces. Linda and Laura were sitting and watching. Linda had that, couldn't you wait until later when we're roleplaying and in costume, look on her face.

"Finished?" Laura asked pleasantly.

They both nodded quickly and pulled their catsuits back up.

"Let's hurry and finish. It's almost eleven." Laura added.

All four scrambled to finish and clean up the area so they could eat, change and go to the gym for the two oclock aerobics class.

Peter and Laura ate and he put on a pair of red lycra tights, gym shoes and a fishnet crop top that let his whole upper body show. Laura decided to show off her body. Which is in fantastic shape for being thirty six. A silver lycra thong and jog bra with sheer nude pantyhose. She checked herself out in the wall mirror and applied the finishing touch of running the thong and pantyhose between her ass cheeks. Yes, that should do it, too bad she couldn't go without a top, she thought, her breasts were nice size c's that sit firm and high. Peter saw her looking at her body.

"The best body in town." He said.

They hugged and headed for their pickup truck to wait for the girls. The driveway ran between their house and greenhouse. Peter watched every move she made. Laura knew he was watching and she moved with such sensual grace that it made him almost want to stain his tights. He caught up to her at the car and snaked his arms around her trim middle, placing his rod between her cheeks. He pulled her bra up and cupped her firm smooth breasts. She arched her back, pressing his lycra erection deeper between her cheeks and slowly sliding her nylon up and down his length. Oh god, he thought, what a sensation! She leaned her head back and they kissed passionately as they became intensely aroused. Peter moaned as Laura's hands reached back and pulled his tights down over his hips and placed his tool between her legs and moved back and forth on his length. A wet spot was forming in the crouch of her thong as she looked forward to what was going to happen next. She hooked her thumbs on the waist of her thong and slowly inched it down. The girls were leaning against the hood watching intently.

"I think they should quit now. You know, always leave your audience wanting more?" Julie said and both girls giggled.

They reluctantly fixed their clothes.

Laura turned to Peter and said, "Never leave me wanting your cock pumping my pussy! You'll never know where I'll demand it!" and nibbled his ear. He breafly woundered if he should finished her off right here.

Peter eyed the girls. Linda wore tiny cotton/lycra shorts with a stripe on each side and matching top. Julie looked good in a simple red cotton/lycra leotard with high cut legs and sheer grey tights.

Everyone tossed their gym bags in the back. Peter tossed the keys to Julie. Linda sat in the middle and Laura sat on Peter's lap. By the time they got to the gym Laura had to pull her thong up again. She was hot for someone to bring her to orgasm, but class started in a few minutes. They had spent more time than she realized getting too arroused to quit. Damn!

They dropped off their membership cards and headed for the aerobics room. It was a full class. Many people were their from the Lifestyle. Kim looked good in a purple thong leotard and sheer black tights. John had his huge erection buldging in his blue tights. A group of guys stood near the middle of the room all wearing lycra tights, their buldges clearly visible. It was an intense reminder of how much Laura wanted one of those in her, right now!

The woman teaching the class stood about six foot two and is really into body building. Her tall muscular form is very good looking and imposing. Nice firm breasts with a shapely body. She had teased her hair back into a lion's mane. Everyone refered to her as 'the instructor from hell' and she liked to have fun with the image. In today's hour and a half Saturday class she wore a black leather thong and bra set with studs around the edges with black fishnets and black gym shoes. She also had on a black leather chocker with studs and a whip layed on the stereo.

"Alright you soft, lazy people get into position!" She turned and yelled and cracked the whip once. Every one jumped and moved into place quickly. She doesn't need a microphone for her vioce. Her's is a killer aerobics class, also one of the best. An hour and a half of being yelled at. And if she didn't think you were working hard enough she would slap your rear. Of course a couple of people looked forward to her slaps, but she knew who they were and denied them pleasure by just yelling louder at them.

After class most would drag themselves to the jucuzzi and relax. Peter, Laura and the girls headed for their truck. Peter was getting ready to open his door when Laura grabbed the keys and tossed them to Julie and said, "Drive."

Laura sat on Peter's lap again on the way home. His tights went quickly down past his knees. She kicked her shoes off and suddenly her thong and pantyhose were on the floor. Peter slid down on the seat. His erection sat between Laura's muscluar thighs, rubbing against her wet lips. One hand went to her lycra covered breasts, the other slipped to Linda's pussy lips. Her shorts lay on the floor also. She moaned as his fingers played with her cunt and her hands played with her nipples thru her bra. Laura slipped his rod into her dripping clit and tightened her pussy muscles as she pulled up then released and dropped down hard on his hot tool. The heat from the friction driving her wild. Julie had all she could do to keep them on the road. She prayed no cop saw them. At least she didn't have to think about shifting gears! Laura was now doing short bounces on Peter's cock. Yelling in crazed heat. She reached down to his balls and played with a spot that always made him cum quickly. He gasped and she could feel his tool start to throb. Then suddenly, she slowed and with several last drops on his cock, shook with intense pleasure as she road out her orgasm as his cock pulse with life. She could feel his cum hitting the end of her cunt, like someone bursting a water baloon with their bare hand. The seat was soaking with a mixture of their sweat, cock and pussy juices. Both her hands were firmly on the dash as her chest heaved from the excitement. Peter then finger fucked Linda to an orgasm about the time they pulled in there driveway.

Peter pulled his tights up and they all got out. Still with little on. The three girls stripped quickly of their remaining clothes and reached into their gym bags and slipped on just a pair of four inch pumps as a tease and walked around the backyard with sensual grace. The sun glissening on their sweat covered bodies. Peter stripped and grabbed an extra pair of pumps from Laura's bag put them on. Then went to a table in the green house and grabbed four large waterguns and passed them out. They kept the waterguns around for just such as occasion. Every naked rambo and rambette turned and fired at each other. The streams of cold water made every nipple stand out and goose bumps appear. Everyone was giggling and laugthing and having a lot of fun. Suddenly the girls turned on Peter and shot their waterguns at Peter's erection. He fired back at each sweaty pussy as best he could. But since he was pumping his gun the fastest he ran out of water first. The girls kept shooting and he fell pretend dead on the mulch. They started shooting each other. Laura was the next to die and fell across Peter's body. Linda was next to run out and Julie took one last shot at her and she fell dead. Her mouth just happen to land on Peter's erection and she sucked his length while Julie did a victory dance.

"Alright, lets have Peter masterbate for us before we shower!"

Everyone got up agreeing. He grabbed his rod and gave them a show as he jacked off.

"Linda, kneel in front of me." And she did, about a foot away. Her breasts at cock level as he continued to stroke his cock.

"Laura, stand behind her and hold my target's arms out." Linda struggled lightly and begged him not to cum her. Peter's pleasure was building to release. His balls tightened and he shot a stream of cum onto her chest. Linda fell back against Laura's legs. Julie started shooting her watergun at all three. They turned and she screamed as they went after her. She ran screaming around the yard. Peter cought up to her and grabbed her around the waist and picked her up as the gun fell to the ground empty. She kissed him passionately and he let her slip thru his arms. Her wet body pressing and slidding against his until her heels touched ground.

"God, that was fun! Would you girls like to share our jucuzzi and shower with us?"

Peter and Laura's masterbath had been enlarged to fill the next room with extra luxuarys not easily installed outdoors or in a standard sized bathroom. They agreeded and joined them in their large soothing hot jucuzzi, then a shower.

The girls walked naked to their apartment carring their gym bags. Their slender figures disappearing behind the hedge. They would arrive later for roleplaying.

Peter and Laura prepaired a large, plastic covered, oval, aluminum tray with an assortment of sliced fruits, several types of nuts, sliced cheeses and crackers, and a variety of chocolates. Champagnue was in the frig. and it was time to get into costume and character.

The sun was low in the sky. Casting long shadows across the garden. Peter really liked his costume. Black leather thigh boots, with heels, which turned down at the top. A beautiful blue silk shirt with puff sleeves and gold string ties down the front, half of which were undone. The bottom hem ended just below the waist. Pale blue sheer lycra tights with a red lycra codpiece. His manhood hanging down, free, and semi-erect. An large ornamental dagger hung in its sheath on a thin leather belt against his left hip. A simple, diamond ear stud completed his costume. Laura stepped out in hers. A shiny, copper colored, silk gown that stopped just short of the floor. A slit ran up to the waist on both sides allowing her shapely legs, sheathed in sheer golden lycra, to peek out as she walked, teasing him. The sleeves flaired out at the wrists. The front opened in a deep wide 'v' that barely conceiled her nipples. A dozen tiny gold shains hung across the front to keep it from opening farther. Her long brown hair had been pulled over to one side and held in place with an ornate metal pin. Her high heeled shoes were gold colored with several thin straps across the ball of her foot with two more straps wraped behind her heel and around her ankle. The spiked heel was gold chrome.

She lovingly hooked her arm in his and they headed into the backyard. There, the girls were lighting and placing some thirty citrinella candles around the garden. Their servant/slave costumes were simple. A white silk rectangle that was long and narrow. Folded in half, with a hole cut in the center for head. Barely wide enough to cover their nipples and just inches longer than their young shaved pussies. A gold chain attatched the front and back at the sides of the waist. Pink ballet slippers completed their costumes.

Their roles were a wealthy merchant and his lover in a fantasy kingdom.

When the slaves were thru putting out the candles they turned on tiny christmas tree lights that lined both sides of the brick path thru the garden. The reflection on Laura's long gown was like a copper prizm. Each fold had a sheen along its length. She picked some lavender and rubbed it on her chest. As she bent over the slit in her dress widened to let her leg, from waist to toe, be hilighted by the tiny lights aroung the herb garden. They talked about recient events and parties they attended in the Lifestyle as if they were fantasy court happenings with imagined events made from real people and situations. A discussion on how a well muscled man or woman is very sexually arrousing as long as it doesn't distract from the overall form of the body. Or how women are lying when they say the size of a mans erection doesn't matter...

After an sexually arrousing discussion they headed for the gazebo. The raised wooded floor had a one inch thick gym mat that was cut to fit the shape of the floor, then covered in white lycra. A number of colorful, lycra covered pillows were arranged for lounging. Peter helped her to a very alluring reclining position next to where he would lay. The front of her silk gown slid between her legs revealing her lycra covered legs. Peter slowly and ever so lightly ran a finger along the length of her leg. She stretched back with her arms over her head and enjoyed the electric sensation. The slit riding up higher, past the waist band of the tights. He slipped a hand under the fabric and ran his fingernails across her abdomen. She moaned softly and squirmed at his touch.

Laura turned to one of the slaves. "Bring us some food and drink."

Peter contuinued carressing her. Sometimes dragging a fingernail over a particularly sensitive area of her skin. He placed his hand around her lower back and gently rolled her towards him and lightly explored her lips with his tongue. Kissing the end of her nose. Nibbling at her earlobes. This is the life, Laura thought. A fantastic lover who's gentle and playful, excelent slaves to attend to our ever whim, and a garden paradise to make love in.

Peter undid each of the chains that kept the front of her dress from opening wide and falling to the ground. Which was actually what he was looking forward to having happen. As he undid each, he kissed her chest working his way down until the last was open.

The girls returned after just a few minutes. One carrying the covered tray of delicacies. The other a pair of tall elegant glasses and a container filled with ice and the champague bottle. The girls did an excellent job of serving. Linda suddenly ran towards the house. The back of her costume raising in the wind revealing her petite rear.

She ran back to her master. "Oh most gracious master. A thousand appologies for interupting. But you have a guest. A woman of the merhant class."

"That must be the Sonja. Show her back."

"Sonja?" Laura questoned.

"She's the finest merchant in the kingdom. Aside from myself of course. I haven't had an opportunity to introduce you to her. I think you two will really like each other."

Linda lead Leeta into the garden. Her costume was similiar to Peter's. High heeled ankle boots that let every inch of her gorgious legs show. Sheer pale blue seamless pantyhose. A leather belt with a large buckle and sheathed dagger hanging against her hip. Her blue silk shirt stopped just below her breasts with fluffy lace around all the edges. Leeta is first generation Japanese/American and is a ravishing beauty. Lightly muscled at five feet tall, full breasts and figure, and perfect skin at age forty five. Her long shiny black hair drapes down her back. A small yellow rose tattoo was were her pussy hairs should be.

Peter stood and they hugged warmly.

"Leeta. I have someone I would like you to meet." He leaned over and helped Laura up. She stood and purposfully shrugged and let her silk dress slide to the ground. Her nipples were hard from Peter's carressing and her pussy lips swollen and wet with anticipation. The hole in the crouch of the tights let her juices drip down her thighs. She felt very ready for a his cock to pump her aroused pussy.

"And who is this beautiful woman you've been hiding fom me, Peter?"

Laura extended her hand and Leeta kissed it working her way up her arm and around her back to her shoulders. Leeta's hands slid up her flat belly, gently cupping her firm breasts as she continued to kiss her back. Laura moaned at her touch.

Leeta whispered in her ear, "If he can't please you, I can. But, enough pleasantries. I have a slave you might like to buy, Peter."

Leeta's husband Bill stepped from behind the girls, not at all hidden. Extremely well muscled, about five foot ten, and ten years younger than Leeta, with a huge ten incher. Bill wore only a white G-string. The girls were playing with him and his erection and almost tore the G-string off.

"Would you like to stay and feast with us?" Laura purred.

"It is a most tempting invitation, but I must see a man about a sword."

"If our slaves like him, then we like him. How much are you asking?"

"I will let you know tomorrow when I return. In the mean time, try him out. It was a pleasure meeting you Laura." She blew a kiss at her and Linda lead her back to the house.

"Slaves, let's see how you like him. Give us a show." And they reclinded back on the coushons again in each others arms. The girls ripped their costumes and Bill's g-string off. And began to run their hands all over his body. Julie strattled his rod and moved back and forth dripping her wettness along its length. Peter and Laura watched as his glissening shaft appeared and disappeared under her shaved pussy. Linda kissed his ass cheeks and ran her tongue around and between his crack as she carreessed his balls from behind. Bill moaned at all the attention. His hands tenderly cupping her small firm breasts. Julie went down on all fours in the grass wagging her pussy at Bill. He dropped to his knees and slipped his massive cock into her dripping pussy and pumped his full length. His hands on her hips pulling her onto his long tool even harder.

Linda faced Peter and Laura and finger fucked herself waiting for her turn on his tool.

Julie gasped with pleasure and quickly spasmed with an intense orgasm. Bill started slamming her cunt hard and she soon shook from another orgasm and dropped to the grass panting. His huge cock standing straight out, dripping from her juices.

Linda layed on her back and spread her legs wide presenting herself to him. Her fingers spreading her young clit, inviting him in. He slipped into her. She felt the heat from his enraged cock, hot with excitement, as his head hit the end of her cunt repeatedly. His massive tool driving her wild with each thrust. She tightened her pussy muscles and he moaned with pleasure as his rod slid in and out of her tightened cunt. Her finger nails dug in his ass cheeks and she pulled his rod in deep as she writhed in her orgasm. Pleasure rolled over his loins and his knees went weak as he felt his cock pulse with life. Linda moaned loadly as shook with a long orgasm as his cum hit the end of her hole. He filled her tender pink pussy to overflowing and road her out until she lay still on the grass. Bill slipped his limp dick out and lay next to her panting.

Peter turned to his lover and said softly, "Wouldn't you say that was a favorable indorsentment my love?"

"I would aggree. But now it's our turn." She replied.

This is what she had been waiting for. Her hand easily untied the string ties that held his lycra codpiece to his tights. It fell to the ground. His eight inch erection hot and hard. Yes, this is what she had been looking forward to for the last hour and a half. Peter strattled her chest and she squeezed his eight inch rod between her full breasts. It was like placing a hot metal poker from a fireplace between her orbs. The heat from his cock burning her chest with his desire. Laura's tongue flicked against the end of his head. Her hands carressing his lycra cheeks. He moved his cock back and forth between her breasts. Then picked up two ice cubes from the champagnue holder and pressed them to her hot erect nipples. The cold burned her. Laura gasped with his burning cock and burning ice on her sensitive skin.

"I want you Peter! I want you now! I want to feel your burning cock in my wet pussy."

As he kissed down her body he moved between her shapely thighs. His rod slid down her chest, across her flat belly. His head just touching her swollen lips. He moved it up and down just inside her delicate petals teasing her. She squirmed with anticipation.

"Pleeeaaassse... Peter... I neeeeed yooouuu! Just slip your sword into my sheath. Please?" She pleaded.

He slowly worked his way in. Laura's hips started pumping even before his. He matched her movements. His balls slapping against her lycra cheeks. She rolled him over and sat on his hips. His sword firmly in her. They kissed with passion. Julie came up behind her and ran her fingernails down her back. Her finger slipped between Laura's cheeks and into her ass. Laura gasped with delight. She pumped his cock with wild abandon while Julie pumped her ass with her finger. Laura soon had a massive orgasm lasting a long time. But she didn't stop. She kept pumping his cock. Her swollen pussy now intensely sensitive. She screemed with pleasure as she felt Peter's rod pulse with life. She felt his cum hit the end of her tunnel with three hard bursts. She grunted with each pulse of his juices. Then she collasped on his chest. Julie slowly removed her finger from between Laura's cheeks.

The girls resumed their places, and costumes, as slaves waiting for their masters next whim. Bill stood to one side in his g-string also waiting.

Peter and Laura were content to kiss, nibble and sip their champangue as the stars became bright in the sky.

After a long while they found themselves becoming sleepy.

Laura turned to the slaves, "Slaves, take everything inside and you are dismissed until tomorrow."

Bill and the girls gathered the food, drink and pieces of clothing and took them inside. Then the girls each took one of Bill's hands and lead him up to their apartment and their bed.

Peter and Laura stood. His codpiece and her dress had been taken into the house. His shaft semi-erect and hanging between his muscular blue thighs. Laura stretched her luscious body in the starlight, hooked her arm in his, and they followed the garden path into the house.

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