Tantric Erotica
"Gods and Goddesses of the Flesh," a sex story by Norman A. Rubin
It is really funny. When you look at the sexual encounters that goes on these days, the story of Kitty Sibly reads like a repeated soap opera with, of course, a happy ending. "Tune in next week and hear..." The darling missy was reminded in her married life that the craving of the penis is mightier than the faithful words of the pen.
Kitty Silbey, was seen as a perky freckled faced redhead, five foot five inches in stockinged feet. She was wooed by her Brad Sibley during their college days; and the fun and games in and out of bed delighted her. The white of her pleasantly formed body melded sensously with the hairy broad figure of her owlish looking beau. Later to be deemed her devoted and loving husband.
Brad Silbey was considered a whiz kid in the field of finance at the counting house where he was employed. His finagling in the money game earned good profits for his firm and within a short time he was promoted to a managerial position. The perks included a well furnished office and a well furnished secretary by the name of Cynthia, a voluptous brunette who knew how to sharpen a pencil.
Kitty should have considered herself a lucky miss, except for that darling maiden called Cynthia; a loathsome vamp that was seen in the jealous green of her eyes to be a toothsome morsel of flesh. One that provided extra-curriculum activity beyond the scope of her stenographical abilities for her boss. "Bitch, bitch," was Kitty's epithet when she thought of Cynthia at rare office encounters.
The first two years of bonding were a joy to Kitty Silbey who enjoyed the game of playing the courtesan in the guise of a dutiful wife. Brad, in turn was her doorway of lust and love, passion and heart. They were together in the beginning intergrated consciously in sexuality and spirituality.
Then came the promotion, along with Cynthia. Love-making Kitty had with Brad became only a limited ceremony and ritual. After all the finance wizard was constantly busy, and that called for lots of nightly work hours. His secretary was ever-ready, always uniformly dressed in a mini that outlined her voluptous figure. When she bent to the task her purity was shaded with a strip and held with a slip between two ample cheeks.
Overtime became a must for Brad and in the earning of the millions for his firm he had to endure the joyful intermissions with Cynthia, a creature with such lascivious features. And the dearie was always ready to assist him at the so-called weekend conferences that occurred from time to time. Brad admired her willingness to share their lodging to save expenses; there she was always ready even in nature's covering to attend to the business at hand.
The families of the couple saw only the union of Kitty and Brad as one of happiness and bliss, but Kitty's close friends knew of Brad's belly to belly with Cynthia and that quick peck to the cheek for his wife. They voiced their concern and even suggested separation, but there was still hope in Kitty's heart, "He still loves me! Why last night, or was it last week? I felt his hard rod between my thighs, even though it was a quickie!" she thought with a touch of remorse.
Life carried on in its hectic pace between lust and faith. Brad was constantly busy in his duties at the counting house, while Kitty attempted in her ways in being an ever faithful wife. Kitty Silbey disregarded the overtures of her friends and she tried to engage him in pleasant conversation during the rare evenings when she had the company of her busy husband.
"After all, I should not complain as his earnings are in the top figures. We have everything, everything, but..." she cried softly as she thought, "but love!"
"Brad, my dear, I spoke to our new neighbor when I met her at the supermarket," Kitty uttered in the comfort of their living room during one restful evening hour. Brad simply nodded and grunted 'uh-uh' as he was engrossed in thoughts of figures, namely the figure of Cynthia.
"Her name is Brett, Brett Harris, she is a very handsome woman, quite youthful and athletic. Her husband's name is Paul, a manager of a health club.. " Kitty went on an on and told about the affairs of her new neighbors and as an afterthought she mentioned, "Brett and Paul will be having a party for their friends this coming Saturday evening, and she has invited us join. "
But Brad's eyes peering through horn-rimmed glasses were fastened to some financial report and again he grunted 'uh-huh'. His eyes saw the total of figures and statistics in the dreamy glow of Cynthia's rose-tipped full breasts and the curve of her creamy buttocks. Somehow he was to able curb his thoughts from carnality for a reasonable period in order to account for his proven ability in numbers and figures for his firm. And his earnings profited.
"Darling, did you hear me! Our new neighbors have invited us to their party this Saturday evening! It should be fun as they are calling it 'an evening of Tantra'. Our neighbor told me its meaning is Indian in origin - that the rituals will make ourselves aware of our being. It sounds exciting!"
"Yes, yes I heard you. But there is this very important business meeting this weekend. Make our excuses.."
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That Saturday evening at eight-thirty Kitty Silbey was at the tall wooden gate leading to the Harris's home, as she was urged to come even without Brad. Privacy was noted by her in sight of tall fencing and pruned hedges. She found the electronic buzzer on the door-jamb and she pressed hesistantly. She looked up into a small television camera when she heard a husky but sweet voice, "Kitty, so good of you to come!" a buzz was heard and Kitty pushed open the gate.
Small strips of lighting lit the short walk along the path and Kitty was able to make out the nurtured front garden filled with flower beds and trimmed bushes; a blossoming vine weaved on the fronting trellis and climbed the front of the two storied house. She climbed the few stairs to the porch and made her way to the front door.
Before Kitty was able to lift her hand to knock the oaken door opened and she was greet by the sound of soft oriental music, and.. "She is naked," she exclaimed in the excitement of her mind as she was greeted by her neighbor Brett. True to her thoughts there stood Brett Harris naked to the core, exhibiting her athletic body without a bit of care
"Glad you have made it!"
It took but a few moments for Kitty to get over the sensation of seeing the youthful neighbor in the nude. She noted that the woman was a few inches taller, with a healthy robust body, and a handsome face that was kissed by the sun and circled with a mane of blond hair; the glow of her features highlighted her bright blue eyes.
Kitty was pulled in by her hand and her heart thumped when she heard the click of the closing door. Before she was able to take in her breath she saw in the softness of the hall-light a rather tallish man with rugged features. He was equally naked in front of her sight. Her eyes widened as she looked at his flacid privates in full show between his hairy legs. Before she was able to take in another breath she heard a husky but sweet voice.
"This is my husband Paul. And Paul, this is Kitty... Kitty Silbey our next door neighbor. Her husband Brad was unable to come."
A large hand gripped Kitty's hand and she heard Paul's manly voice of welcome. She looked up at his beaming face and she noticed the brightness of his laughing brown eyes in warm greeting. Then he shook his longish dark hair and exclaimed impishingly.
"Brett, she is obscene. Take off her garments immediately!"
Brett with a throaty laugh flowing from her lips gripped Kitty by her arm despite her protests and excuses. After all Kitty Silbey learned of being submissive from living a sheltered life in a righteous home. Later her ways continued under the demands of her husband Brad.
Kitty was bundled by Brett and led towards the stairs leading to the second story. As they made their way through the corridor Kitty was introduced to a three equally naked ladies and gentlemen, even one white-haired couple. All were natural in their pose as they sipped cocktails and nattered to each other.
Kitty was pulled into the master bedroom and before she was able to hoot she swallowed an offered a herbal capsule to calm her nerves. But, it wasn't a sedative but an additive, which lightened her head. For a few moments Kitty's head spun about before settling to a euphoric glow.
Brett managed with ease to lay her flat on the bed. Kitty was only able to take in the sight of her hostesses' blooming breasts and erected rosebuds as she felt gentle hands unbuttoning and unzipping her fashionable clothing. Scented oil was then applied to the white of her skin. She shivered sensually when Brett rubbed the cool oil around her breasts and thighs; and when she lay on her belly she lifted her soft buttocks slightly in pleasure to the tender rubbing through her hotesses' hand. All the time giggling to herself.
Then Brett assisted Kitty to her feet. Kitty stood near her with one hand above her reddish thatch and the other trying to cover her pear-shaped breasts. But her neighbor firmly gripped her hands high and arched her back thrusting Kitty's ivory mounds foward.
"Wheee, look at me!"
Kitty saw her blossoming figure in all its glory in the dressing table's mirror. She didn't need to be held when she admired her nude body in all poses that delighted her in the sight.
Still there was a note of disapproval on Brett's lips as she glanced at the pallid flesh of Kitty's body. She was convinced that the whiteness of her neighbor's skin needed a bit more toning.
Then with the gentleness of touch she pulled Kitty away from the pleasured view back to the bed. Brett bent Kitty's body till the fingers touched the white of the sheets and her legs were spread wide apart with the passage to her cunny in sight.
Then with deft fingers Brett opened the moist passage slightly and gently applied drops of oil on the fleshy lips and about the curly red thatch. There was nary a protest from Kitty as her flesh cleft open wide to the fingers of her hostess allowing the tender application of the scented perfume to her clit and through the moist passage of pleasure. As the scented oil was applied by deft fingers Kitty arched her back and lifted her flesh cushion in the throes of the flow of orgasm.
"There, that's better. Stand up my dear Kitty now that you are ready for the rites of Tantra...You are a fine figure of woman, even though you are a bit flabby about the middle and a bit wide in the arse C'mon, stand up and let's join the others."
Well, in all her life, Kitty Silbey had ever been naked in front of others except for her Brad, and never had she dreamed she would be in the company of equally naked men and women. The low glow of the lighting in the large salon toned the nakedness to softness for her pleasured sight. The effects of the capsule increased her delight in being in the white of her skin without the feeling of uneasiness.
All and all there were a fifteen celebrants at the party and Kitty was introduced to each in turn. With a nod to the head or shake to the hand she saw healthy figures, mostly young to middling in years. All shapes of orbs and privates were noted by Kitty and she compared quietly her body with the other naked guests. Slowly she accepted that her figure blended into the gathering.
Brett offered a stem glass filled with red wine. The beverage had an addition and Kitty was becoming bit more light-hearted and she enjoyed her ethereal sphere. Kitty felt as if her body glowed in a sensuous aura.
From the mist of her mind she heard again the husky voice beckoning her. "Kitty, this is George Pappas! He will be your partner for this evening," Brett silently left her after the introduction. George Pappas put her at ease as he inquired of her name to the flow of his slighty accented tongue.
As Kitty answered she looked fondly into the dark of his eyes. She took note of this rugged yet rather good-looking chap with the fullness of his olive-skinned features topped with curly black hair. Her eyes saw that he was muscular in a smooth oily body and a couple of inches taller than her; but she couldn't help staring at the longish yet placid yum-yum flowing from his dark hairy crop.
Both Kitty and George took the sight of their nakedness in stride as they carried on in the manner of a mythical god and goddess Their voices spun in the softness of tongue; their ears gathered the clouds of light words.
Kitty learned from this godly creature that he was a bachelor in comfortable circumstances; that he was partnered with his two brothers in the import of wines and liquors. His laugh was silver to her ears as he chuckled at his past liaisons with women, "it was mainly my kin's matchmaking that convinced me to remain single. But through the years I had a few sexual affairs, but not one of courtly love."
George saw the gold band around the mystic angel's finger. But from her tinkling voice tinged with sadness he slowly understood that Kitty was lonely due to the busy life of her husband. He didn't have to be a genius to realize that there existed a fierce competition in her life.
Yet he enjoyed the company of this perky nymphet and was charmed by her soft voice. In the euphoric atmosphere he was entranced by her casual being, which was inviting to his enchanted sight.
The hum of conversation stopped at the low sound of Vedic chants issued from a hidden tape recorder. As the rythmitic Eastern music wafted in the room the guests partnered. Kitty and George moved to a quiet corner of the room and faced each other.
The rhythm of Tantra was quietly called out. "Chakras"* to the seven primary parts were intoned in long outbreaths as the partners faced each other. Light sensitive touch followed from the perinium to the genitals, belly, heart, throat, forehead and top of the head; each partner in turn tantalized the other's skin surface with outbreaths of intensity and duration.
Kitty then sat on the plush of a carpet as George sat next to her in a lotus position and began body drumming. Then to the rhythm of the music he stroked ,tapped, tickled and lightly massaged Kitty's body; in that way they were harmonized and pleasured together. They changed roles after a few minutes and they drummed in turn their bodies for a pleasurable few minutes or so.
The lights darkened in the room and Kitty felt the the strong hand of George leading her to a corner of a nearby room. She felt his strong hands on her waist and his smooth neck by her arms as she was placed on the softness of a white sheeted carpet, their appointed lotus nest. She delighted in the touch of his fingers as they coursed in rhthym throughout the white of her flesh. Kitty in turn offered her touch to his body and gently fingered his staff and its baubles. The offer of her erected nipples found the intense suckling from George's lips until a sensual craving overcame her...
Kitty lifted and spread her legs willingly as her cunny welcomed George's stiff cock and wept moist as it pleasured her. The rhythm of cymbals and bells softened the pleasured notes as her legs gripped tightly to his manly body as she gave her offerings to the finality of mutual ejaculation.
From the delightful experience of that night George and Kitty shared a romantic bond. Other pleasurable nights followed while Cynthia was attentive to Brad in the overtime hours. Kitty was not lonely while her Brad was away on weekend conferences as she and George pleasured in sacred sensuality. Cynthia may have been knowledgable in sharpening pencils, but George knew of the delightful process of exploration and sexual adventure that overflowed with sensual pleasure.
While Cynthia was escorted to exclusive night clubs for wining and dancing, Kitty shared Brad's retreat and all that it possessed. It was George's inheritance of a former farm house now near the city center. George had sold the adjacent farm land and with the proceeds of the sale turned the house into a comfortable bachelor's quarters. Even though the interior was equipped with luxurious amenities it also housed George Pappas's collection of Mediterrranean art and artifacts that gave homage to gods and godesses of love.
As Cynthia shared her luscious body with Brad, Kitty shared with George the love of everything Greek, from celebrations of his family to the delicious spicy foods served with fine wines. "Hazoo," they both sang out as they tripped their feet to the strumming of the bouzouki. "To your health and happiness," was blessed as they lifted glasses of sparkling ouzo and toasted an event.
When Cynthia arranged Brad's affairs, George accompanied Kitty arm in arm to parties and celebrations of Kitty's friends. And all the kith voiced the same opinion when they saw happiness and love, "It serves Brad right."
Off course Cynthia accompanied her boss to overseas business meetings and she was every ready to serve Brad. Yet Kitty did not fret in loneliness as Paul and Brett invited George and Kitty to his health club set in a secluded forested location; there the couple joined others blending exercise and sex in a sensuous rhythm for a few pleasurable days.
It was there one summer's day that the romance between George and Kitty turned to love, both in spirit and body. For Kitty it was a day to be remembered and cherished. As they held hands when they strolled under the oak and pine in the warmth of their bare bodies they felt a tingling in the lightness of their tread.
They stopped in their pace under one of the green branches. Slowly they gazed into each other's eyes. George took Kitty's left hand with his right hand that was in contact with their hearts' centre. Both inhaled and exhaled in a comfortable breathing rhythm and slowly they harmonized with each other. Their hearts overflowed with the vibrant love for one another.
They tantalized the other's skin surface increasing in ecstatic intensity. Then Kitty and George fondled and kissed throughout the tender parts of their respective bodies. Kitty spread her naked skin on the carpet of soft grass. She arched her body and thrust out her erect nipples to entice George to her side. She moaned softly as manly hands caressed her tanned orbs and lips suckled the erected points. Then her hand gripped his hard rod and and directed it to the peeping sentinel leading to her moist cunny. She cried out in the note of orgasm as the button of pleasure signaled its sexual delight. Kitty's legs were lifted on her lover's shoulders as he furrowed deeply until the white of his seed mingled with her sensual moist flow.
After the throes of their ardour George hugged Kitty tenderly and placed tender kisses on her lips, the curve of her neck and her tanned shoulders. Then in a soft voice he spoke and offered his hand in marriage.
"Yes, yes!" was the answer that Kitty gave. But in the back of her mind in one quiet moment she gave a thought to her Brad. But, she should let her mind be at ease as Cynthia at the very same time after a weekend conference informed Brad of a malfunction of her pencil sharpener. That a spare part from her tool was missing and that the chips of his pencil pushed through to the end.
The coolness of fine Spring weather found lovely Kitty Pappas stretched comfortably on a lounge couch next to Brett in the comfort of the Harris' sun room. Both let the warmth of the sun's rays play on their rounded bellies as they nattered this and that. Paul and George sat near them on deck chairs.
And in the distance they heard the faint cry of Cynthia, the new neighbor of the Harris couple calling out, "But Brad you promised..."
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* Chakra' (cakra) - Yoga, any of the points of spiritual power located within the body, usually given as seven in number.
Originally published January 2007 - "Happy Nude Year!"