Chapter 1 - The Jozis

CHAPTER 1: THE JOZIS

Closing the car door behind me, I sank back into the leather seat of my Audi convertible, making myself comfortable for the long journey ahead.

Punching Joburg into the GPS, I headed for the N1, stopping off at the Ultra City outside Bloemfontein to use the toilets and to phone the Jozis to let them know I was well and truly on my way.

I'd known the Jozis for almost two years, talking on Twitter regularly where I advertised my erotic short stories for sale. The Jozis were a couple of exhibitionists who loved nothing more than showing off the full beauty of Mrs J's amazing soft curves. And if I was totally honest with myself, I loved nothing more than watching Mrs J in action on one of her many hot, tantalising videos uploaded to social media.

It was hard to believe I was actually on my way to meet them in the flesh, so to speak. As an author of erotic short stories, I'd agreed to document the extrovert life they lived, turning it into an erotic short story — with Mrs J featuring as the main character.

Finishing off my coffee, I strolled back to the comfort my car had to offer on long, boring journeys. Heading towards Joburg, I really didn't know what to expect. I'd never done anything like this before. I was just an ordinary author who loved expressing erotica in words. So when the GPS finally said, "Your destination is on the left," my pulse started to race.

Bracing myself, I nervously tapped a very large ornamental knocker, loudly alerting anyone inside to my presence. I felt so nervous at this point, but I'd come this far — I wasn't going to just turn around and leg it. Gritting my teeth, I smiled as someone answered the door.

"Well, hello… You must be KT." A very attractive, curvaceous woman smiled, kissing me on the cheek before ushering me inside.

"And you must be Mrs J," I giggled, instantly feeling at ease from the warmth that radiated from within her. I'd never actually seen the Jozis' faces, as they had always kept them obscured from their many followers on Twitter. But I must say, Mrs J looked gorgeous, with her attractive curves and dazzling bright eyes that fluttered towards me.

"KT's here," Mrs J called out to Mr J, who was busy pottering about in the garden, where they loved to take photos and videos for their loyal followers to enjoy.

"Ah, so you're the famous KT I've been hearing so much about." Mr J giggled, flashing me a cheeky wink as he shook my hand, making me feel welcome in his home just as Mrs J had done only moments earlier.

"Fancy a drink?" Mr J asked, pouring himself and Mrs J a very large Klipdrift and Coke.

"Oh, that's very kind of you. I'll have the same," I replied, sitting down on a cream leather couch, making myself comfortable after the long, congested drive.

Sitting chatting together for the next few hours, Mr and Mrs J became very excited to take me out and show me the thrilling pastime they loved to participate in so much. Before I knew it, we were out the front door and driving around, looking for the perfect location for Mrs J to parade herself provocatively for the enjoyment of her loyal fans.

"Here — right here," Mrs J suddenly said, pointing to a building site that had a very large digger parked inside. Getting out of the car, Mr and Mrs J looked around excitedly, making sure no one was around to catch them in the act. "Now!" Mr J suddenly shouted, giving Mrs J the wink to slip off her long blue raincoat, revealing her soft, naked, curvaceous body for Mr J to photograph.

"Come join me." Mrs J gestured, holding out a hand towards me as she posed naked in various sexy positions around the large yellow digger. But to be honest, I was totally engrossed in watching her perform for the camera. I loved her soft, luxurious curves and had seen them a thousand times on Twitter — but this was different. Completely different. I was just inches away from touching her. And I knew there and then: I wanted to experience her in every way possible.

Slipping back into her raincoat, Mrs J asked me if I thought I could easily incorporate their lifestyle into an erotic short story, as she knew I'd never done anything like this and it was all very new to me. I was pretty sure I could. I loved writing erotica, and writing about Mrs J was going to be easy as fuck. She'd been my fantasy lady for as long as I could remember, and I knew every detail of her desirable body that had had me hooked like a junkie looking for his next fix.

Jumping back into the car, we headed back to the Jozis' house, where they could upload all the sexy photos that had been taken of Mrs J that afternoon. I could sense the utter excitement surging through her at the thought of her followers drooling and commenting over her provocative poses.

"It gives me such a confidence boost," she explained as we sat on the back seat on the journey back to the home they shared. "I feel so good knowing other men find me attractive."

Noticing her raincoat slightly open, revealing her more-than-ample tits, sent shivers down my spine. Fuck, I wanted to suck them there and then. They looked so soft and smooth — the kind you could roll in your hands as you gently fondled them.

Keeping my mind focused as I continued to write down details of their life and exploits was getting harder by the second, as her whole body was suddenly revealed to me.

"Whoops." She smiled, rearranging her raincoat so it covered her up. If I didn't know any better, I'd have said she was teasing me, knowing how much I adored those hot, sexy curves that had so many men craving her voluptuous contours.

It had been a very long day, and all I could think about after getting back to the Jozis' house was a long, hot soak in a bath. Showing me to the bathroom, Mrs J handed me some towels, telling me to shout if I needed anything, closing the door behind her.

"Ah, fuck, this is nice," I mumbled to myself, relaxing in a bath full of bubbles, absorbing the Jozis' exhibitionism and the lifestyle they loved so much. It was going to be so easy putting it down in erotic words as a short story. And if I was totally honest, I couldn't wait to start writing.

Just as I was about to get out and dry myself, the door suddenly flew open with Mrs J carrying two glasses of Klipdrift and Coke. "I thought you could do with a drink." She smiled, sitting on the edge of the bath, flaunting her voluptuous curves in a skimpy red silk nightie that complimented her figure exceptionally well.

Before I knew it, we'd been talking for over an hour about her life and what she anticipated the future to hold — her hand draped in the warm water making waves and swirls as she playfully splashed about, holding my attentiveness to learn everything I could about this amazing couple I'd only just met for the very first time.

Leaving me to dry off and get changed into my pyjamas, Mrs J headed back downstairs to where Mr J was relaxing. Joining them a few moments later, I sat directly opposite the couch where they both lay happily curled up in one another's company.

Mrs J looked so fucking sexy, with her huge tits spilling out over the top of her red sexy nightie, leaving nothing to my imagination. The more she giggled, the more her nightie hitched itself further up to her waist. They certainly were exhibitionists. And I was loving every single second in their company.

Jotting down the last few things that I thought would be useful and relevant to the story, I closed my notepad, explaining that I had enough material and would be heading back home the next morning.

"Why not stay the whole weekend?" Mrs J quickly blurted out, not wanting me to leave just yet. I got the feeling they had a lot more in store for me. Which immensely excited me, if I was totally truthful.

"Well, I could, I suppose," I replied, secretly thinking to myself it could be fun to hang around.

"That's settled, then," Mrs J happily said, running over to where I sat, planting a massive kiss on my cheek — accidentally-on-purpose allowing her juicy big tits to fall out into my face as her arms wrapped themselves around me. "Right. Playtime." Mrs J smiled, gazing into my eyes. "Let's show KT how we really do things around here," Mrs J continued, as Mr J went off to fetch the video equipment. Watching her make herself comfortable on the couch, she began rearranging her red silk nightie, hitching it up around her waist. "Hmm, that's better," she said, slipping off a pair of red silk undies.

She very slowly and sensually began moving a hand down her soft, round tummy towards her smoothly shaved pussy. "Oh fuck," she gasped, rubbing her bulging lips with the backs of her fingers. "Oh fuck, yes!" Her horny voice trembled as her fingers became buried deep within the warmth of her fleshy, damp honeypot.

Firmly cupping a breast with her free hand, she carefully guided it to her awaiting mouth, where she began devouring her hard, raised nipple through harsh pants of breath.

Watching her in action just feet away was making me so fucking horny for this woman. The stiffness that had grown within my boxers was bursting to escape its confinement as she continued finger-fucking herself for the video that would eventually be uploaded onto Twitter.

"Oh fuck-fuck." Her harsh breaths gasped as she fought for every breath, continuing to firmly rub her clit, which had become enlarged by the sheer thirst this woman had to find that breathtaking orgasm that would eventually take her to a place she loved and cherished so much. Euphoria.

Holding out a hand, she beckoned Mr J over to where she lay, begging him to help take her to that place. Handing me the video camera to carry on filming this award-winning performance, he climbed in between her meaty thighs, burying his fingers deep inside her.

Writhing from the sheer pleasure of Mr J's firm touch and expertise, her breaths deepened as she headed to that place she desired so much. "Oh fuck-fuck," she continued, desperate to control her breathing that had spiralled out of control as Mr J's fingers manipulated her soft pink fleshy bits that were seeping like molten lather from an erupted volcano.

"Oh fuck — fuck me now. I need to cum," she begged Mr J, who was only too delighted to assist his gorgeous wife in finding that sexual high she craved.

Watching Mr J push his cock past her pussy lips and deep into her soaking-wet cunt had me so fucking horny. I'd have fucked her there and then myself.

"Oh fuck — yes — yes — that's it, baby." Mrs J's trembling voice echoed around the room, feeling his thick, hard cock thrusting deep inside her slippery, tight cunt. Fucking her with long, drawn-out thrusts, they both gazed over in my direction, desperate to catch my attention. "Hmm, this is what I like," Mrs J explained, almost stuttering through long, drawn-out, controlled breaths that were being taken away by the pure magnitude of Mr J's animalistic, wanton lust he had for this woman.

Gazing deeply at me, Mrs J willed me to experience this journey with her that was going to ultimately take her to the place she so desired. Hedonism. Her sparkling, sexy eyes were engrossed on me, allowing me to look deep into her sexual soul, allowing me to witness first-hand the pleasure she took from being fucked by the man she loved more than anything in this world. Suddenly tensing her back, her eyes shone like beacons as she gazed deeply into mine, permitting me to witness the almighty orgasmic sensations that were building deep within her.

Trembling with hardened breaths that were almost impossible to control, her gaze never faltered away from mine as she started to violently shudder from the orgasm that had erupted from deep within her. Laying still momentarily, catching her breath, Mr J began emptying his thick, creamy load deep inside her, grunting loudly as every last drop entered her cum-filled pussy.

Making myself comfortable in the spare bedroom later on that night, I began writing an erotic short story, making Mrs J the main character. But unfortunately I hadn't got very far after getting distracted by the sound of giggling and what sounded like a very large wooden headboard banging against the wall behind me. Which got me thinking about the day's events and the Jozis' extraordinary lifestyle.

I was no prude and had written many erotic short stories, but I could honestly say I'd never experienced anything like I had that day. But if I had to admit one thing: I was fascinated by the whole experience, and fuck was I made to feel constantly horny by the Jozis' sexually appealing lifestyle.

I'm a firm lover of beautiful, plump women. And Mrs J is just that, with her sleek jaw-length bob and dazzling dark come-to-bed eyes that look like they're dancing. She's every hot-blooded male's fantasy woman.

Hmm, she had me so fucking hard when she was playing with herself. Her horny moans and heavy breathing did it for me, especially seeing her fingers fucking herself through cascades of extract that were oozing from within. If I was completely honest and truthful with myself, I would have to admit one thing: I wanted Mrs J so fucking bad. For her to take me to the one place where I could feel complete euphoria. Hedonism. There was only one problem. Mr J was such a great guy, I couldn't do that to him…

Could I?