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Tropic Desire

Copyright © 2025 Rollie Lawson

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ISBN: 978-1-300-51769-6

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Chapter 1 - Tropic Desire

Brenda Oliver parked her Toyota Sienna near the entrance to the office building in the corporate park. Most afternoons either she or Megan Rigoretto, her husband’s partner’s wife, would come by after work to check on their company’s sales and take care of business. She grabbed her purse and got out of the minivan, and then opened the side door and removed a bag from the middle seats. Locking the Sienna, she took her keycard from her purse and went inside.

Tropic Desire, Inc. was a small but growing company, so small, in fact, that it leased the office it used as its ‘world headquarters.’ It consisted of the two partners and their wives, and not much else. The office was in an office park where they leased an office suite, the smallest office the corporate park had available. They didn’t need anything more than that. The office came with a high-speed Internet connection, some office furniture, a storage space, and access to a loading dock. The Olivers and Rigorettos provided the computer equipment, which consisted of a couple of computers, a laser printer/scanner, and a separate printer for mailing labels.

Brenda tossed her purse and the bag on one of the desks and sat down at one of the computers. The first thing she did was call up their email program and print out the day’s orders. She checked them against the e-sales program of their website and then passed the data to their label system. As always, she thanked the heavens for not having to develop any of this on their own. They had bought a website package; all they needed to do was edit the pages built into the system, and that they could do from home. The system then printed out the FedEx labels for the day’s shipments.

That was it for the paperwork. Brenda unlocked the storage room and went inside. She grabbed an armful of small boxes and headed back to the printer area. Tropic Desire sold Tropic Desire Body Lotion, which was made by a pharmaceutical company under contract and packaged in eight-ounce plastic squeeze tubes. They sold and shipped the tubes in one-tube cardboard boxes, or in two-tube boxes if the buyer wanted a discount. She packed the day’s orders and labeled them; when she left, she would throw everything into a carton and take it over to the FedEx office at the entrance to the office park.

Brenda turned her head as she heard the office door open. It was Steven, her husband, and it wasn’t unusual for him to come by on the days she was working. She knew that Jack Rigoretto often dropped by when Megan was working. “Hey, babe, business good?”

“It pays the bills,” she said, smiling. That was true, too. All four of them had regular day jobs. Steve was a professor of botany at Empire State and Brenda was a secretary for an elementary school in Rensselaer County, Jack was a sales representative for a specialty chemical supply company, and Megan worked in the county office building. They didn’t need to sell thousands of tubes of lotion a day to make their minimum to keep the company going. She turned her head back to the packaging.

The next thing Brenda noticed was her husband moving behind her. She had worn a knee-length skirt and a pullover sweater to school that day. Steve moved behind her and she heard him unzipping his pants. Then, as his pants slipped down his legs, she felt him lifting her skirt from behind. Her panties were pushed down, and Steve said, “Spread your legs.”

Brenda laughed as she moved her legs apart. “A little, wham bam, thank you ma’am?”

“What can I say? I like seeing you in a skirt. It makes me want to fuck you!”

“Now you know why I wear them,” she replied, laughing. She leaned forward, giving her husband a better angle, and she felt his erection nudging her from behind. Then his cock slipped inside, and he pushed it home. “Ummmm…fuck me! Fuck me!” She put one hand on the desk to support herself; the other held the bottom of her skirt up.

Steve pushed her sweater up and over her head. “I also like playing with your tits!” He popped the catch on her bra, pulled it off, and then reached around to cup and fondle her full breasts. Brenda gasped and began whimpering as he began pulling her nipples. She began pushing back as Steve’s cock fucked in and out of her.

“Fuck me, honey! Fuck me hard!” Brenda’s pussy rippled with the pleasure her husband was pounding into her. “Oh, God, fuck me!”

Steve didn’t respond, although his grunts were response enough.

After several minutes, Steve slammed in, and Brenda felt the cum pumping through his shaft and splashing into her pussy. Her orgasm swept through her, and she collapsed onto the desk as her pussy twitched. After another minute, she felt Steve’s soft cock slip from her cum-filled cunt. She stood up and allowed her skirt to slip back into place. She turned and kissed Steve. “That is a wonderful way to say good afternoon,” she laughed.

“I kind of enjoyed it, too,” he said with a smile.

“It’s a good thing I brought over some clean towels.”

Steve looked at the bag on the other desk and nodded. “Well, let’s clean up and we’ll take them back to wash.”

‘Good idea. Here, you box up the packages for FedEx and I’ll take a quick shower.”

Brenda Oliver was a beautiful woman, even though she had to dress down for her day job. By the calendar only a year younger than Steve, she looked ten years younger. Brenda stood five-foot-six, weighed 135 pounds, and had an hourglass figure. She no longer had the 34-22-32 measurements she had in college but at 35-24-34 and after two children she had nothing to be ashamed of. Her hair was reddish-brown, except on her pussy, which she kept shaved bare. Brenda emptied the bag onto the desk. It was full of old but clean beach towels. She pushed her skirt down off her hips and kicked off her shoes. Then she took one of the towels into the three-quarters bath the office suite had.

Steve had a large box filled with FedEx packages when his wife left the bathroom. She was naked and rubbing herself dry with the towel. “Your turn.” He nodded and grabbed the towels and went into the bathroom. One he left on the sink and the others he put onto a small rack.

Steve quickly stripped his remaining clothes off. He was forty-two, five-foot-ten, weighed 185 pounds, and was in pretty good shape. He smiled as he thought about the need for the shower and towels. Early in the development of Tropic Desire lotion there had been a packaging accident, and a tube had exploded on Jack and Megan. The two of them had ended up making mad monkey love for hours on the couch in the office, leaving a prominent stain and a wildly stimulating scent in the suite. The stain was handled by turning the cushion upside down, and both couples began bringing in old towels for the inevitable sex sessions packaging caused.

When Steve returned to the office, Brenda was dressed again, though her bra and panties were still on the desk. This was a look the married couple enjoyed. Her regular school secretary work clothes were a blouse and slacks or skirt, comfortable shoes, and a regular bra and panty set. Cute but respectable, and appropriate for being around young children. On the days she wasn’t working in the Tropic Desire office, Brenda would go home and change into something a lot more interesting. A typical outfit might be a tank top and a short skirt, and underwear would be notably absent. She liked to keep Steve interested, and Steve heartily approved.

Steve pulled his clothing on but left his briefs off. He tossed them and Brenda’s undies into the bag the wet towels were in. “Whenever you’re ready, Bren. Megan coming over tomorrow?”

“She texted me and said they would be over after Jack left his office tomorrow. She’s planning to edit the latest blog postings.”

“And probably make a few more of her own. Here, you take the laundry, and I’ll get the packages.

***

Tropic Desire body lotion was the direct result of a trip to the Maltesano Islands two years prior. Steve had been assigned to travel to the islands and collect samples of local plants for a biodiversity study. The Maltesanos were just about the remotest place on Earth, a group of small islands in the middle of the Pacific Ocean that took three days and half a dozen connecting flights to get to. Brenda had gone with him, and they had been away from home almost a month. While on the last island, Steve had discovered the secrets of the lava lava and puka puka plants, symbiotes which grew nowhere else in the world, and which, when their chemical essences were combined, made the most powerful aphrodisiac on the planet!

Over the next year, Steve synthesized the chemical compounds involved and combined them into a lotion, Tropic Desire. When a couple rubbed it on each other, they could have multiorgasmic sex for hours on end. It was unlike anything else on the market. The version sold by the company was a diluted version of the original synthesis, which the four owners deemed too powerful for regular public use.

During the development of the lotion, Steve had ordered a variety of unusual chemical compounds from the chemical supply company where Jack worked. Curious, he had quizzed Steve, a friend for several years, about what he was up to. Steve had told him he’d never believe it unless he tried it himself and then gave Jack a small jar of lab-made lotion. He told him to give Megan a backrub and let him know how it went. Monday, a stunned and drained Jack immediately proposed they go into business.

***

Brenda and Megan first met the Friday after Jack had given Megan the weekend-long ‘backrub’. The two couples went to dinner and the husbands raised the idea of marketing the body lotion. None of them had ever done anything like that, and really didn’t know what it would involve. Should they try and sell it to a beauty company like Ulta or Sephora? Should they try the Internet? What about selling it on Amazon? And before that, how do they make it in bulk and package it and what would all that cost? Jack proposed that he would start looking into the business and sales aspects and Steve would investigate how to make the lotion to scale.

Brenda and Megan exchanged phone numbers and made a lunch date for the following Monday. They met at a restaurant in Rensselaer and immediately ordered cocktails. “I told the office manager I wasn’t feeling good and needed to take the afternoon off,” admitted Megan.

“Oooohh! Good idea!” replied Brenda. She pulled out her phone and immediately began texting. “I just told the other secretary I was feeling sick and needed to take the rest of the day off.”

“So, what did you think of what the guys are proposing?” asked Megan.

Brenda replied with a wry smile and a shrug. “I thought it was crazy when Steve first told me. I mean, I thought he was just having fun playing with his chemistry set, sort of.” Then she waggled her eyebrows. “I mean, like a lot of fun with his chemistry set. I wasn’t complaining about that, that’s for sure! But actually making it into a business? That never crossed my mind, or his for that matter.”

“I bet!”

“So, what was it like, that first time with the lotion? That was just last weekend, right?”

Megan blushed and waited for their server to bring their drinks before answering. Then she said, “That was one crazy weekend.” Brenda smiled and motioned for her to continue. “Well, it was after dinner and Jack asked if I was aware that it was National Backrub Day.”

“National Backrub Day? That sounds like the lamest way to get somebody undressed I’ve ever heard of!” said Brenda.

Megan giggled and nodded. “That’s what I told Jack, too. Then he said that the next day, Saturday, was my birthday and he simply wanted to give me a gift ahead of time.”

“A backrub? Still kind of lame.”

“Yeah, but so what? Don’t tell me Steve or some other guy never tried using the backrub bit to get into your pants.”

Brenda shrugged and smiled. “Maybe.”

“Well, it’s not like I minded. So, I get a nice backrub and some sex out of it? I told him I’d play along. Jack told me to take a quick shower and then come downstairs with a towel wrapped around me. It sounded like it was going to be a real massage. So, that’s what I did. I took a shower and then wrapped a dry towel around myself and went down to the family room. I found Jack had laid a comforter out on the floor, and there were a bunch of tea light candles lit around the room. He went full bore romantic rubdown. He was wearing running shorts and a silk wife-beater t-shirt…”

“Running shorts and a wife-beater?” asked Brenda.

Megan blushed again. “He knows it’s my favorite look on him.” Brenda looked like she was dying trying to hold in the laughter. “So what? It turns me on!”

“I’m just trying to imagine Steve in a wife beater and running shorts,” lied Brenda. She was actually imagining them on Jack and didn’t think it was a good look. Then again, it was Megan’s fantasy, not hers. “So, what happened next?”

Megan gave Brenda a Bronx cheer before continuing. “Well, he had me lie down on the comforter and pull the towel out from under myself so that it was just sort of laying over my butt, you know how I mean. Anyway, I was wondering just how much massaging would be involved in the massage, when I heard Jack opening the jar with the lotion, and suddenly there was this amazing scent. It was like tropical flowers or something, and Jack began rubbing it on my back. It just felt amazing, like he had four or six hands, and dozens of extra fingers working my muscles. I was just totally relaxed and unbelievably revved up, all at the same time.”

Brenda nodded. “I know what you mean.”

“Then he ran some of the lotion along the backs of my arms and legs and began working it in. It was just…amazing! My skin felt almost electric! I didn’t even notice that he had managed to lose the shirt and his shorts, and then he was on top of me from behind, you know, doggy style. It was just so incredibly hot!” Megan looked around the room to make sure nobody could hear her, and then she dropped her voice even lower. “I mean, I was so wet you could hear me sloshing around! And Jack, he was like so hard and strong! He just fucked the crap out of me! I was cumming and cumming and cumming, and then Jack was with me! It was just the hottest night we had ever had!”

“Sounds like it.”

“Anyway, afterwards we were laying there on the comforter, cuddling together. I mean, it was so good! That’s when I looked down and felt Jack…uh…stirring. I mean, Jack is great, and he knows all those little tricks I like, but Jack’s over fifty. He’s good, but he’s only good once a night. Seeing him, uh, rising to the occasion, was pretty surprising. He noticed it, too, and he started touching me the way he knew I liked it, and then he was on top of me again, only this time missionary fashion, and it was just as good as the first time! Afterwards, we did it a third time, with me on top, and it was just as good as the first two times. I mean, we didn’t do it that often and so quickly even when we were dating.”

“It can be pretty intense,” agreed Brenda.

“That was it for a bit. We cleaned up and blew out the candles and went back upstairs. I took a shower and got into bed, and then Jack did the same. Then, when he kissed me good night, we did it again! He was hard and I was juicy, and we just started making love again, for the fourth time! This time, we fell asleep afterwards, but the next morning I woke to find Jack spooned up behind me and ready to go again! That was like five times in twelve hours, and they were good times. I mean, multiple orgasms and massive loads! That night Jack performed better than a nineteen-year-old porn star! It was impossible!”

Brenda smiled and nodded. She waved to their server and pointed at their empty glasses. It was time for another round. “I know. I couldn’t believe it when Steve figured out the formula. You heard him explain what it was like in the islands. Well, it was just like we were back there, screwing morning, noon, and night. Forty-year-old men don’t screw like that either and I loved it!”

“So, the next morning, after we got out of bed, we just dressed to work around the house and run some errands. Jack asked me to wear a sundress, and he was all over me all day long. I mean it wasn’t like the night before, but it wasn’t unusual for him to just come up behind me and lift my dress up, and when he did, my body, it was like he had spent all day working me up. I was ready to go immediately!”

“Believe me, I know.”

Megan said, “I wouldn’t have ever believed if it hadn’t happened to me. The second night we just used the lotion in the bedroom. It seemed even hotter knowing what was happening.”

Brenda smiled at that. The knowledge that Tropic Desire was a stimulant didn’t mean that stimulation wasn’t real. When she and Steve were making love, the orgasms and ejaculations were real, no matter what caused them. “Yeah. Any problems getting back to normal? I mean, after you used up the lotion Steve gave you.”

Megan gave a small shrug. “I don’t think so. I mean, that stuff makes for a crazy weekend, but it’s not like our regular sex life is bad. I think where it helps is in giving us a little better frequency. I don’t need it five times a night, but I sure don’t mind a time or two a night five nights in a row! Even after the jar of lotion was empty, if we simply opened the jar and let the fragrance out, that was enough to get things going.”

Brenda said, “I think the most amazing thing about the stuff is that it works on both men and women. For instance, take Viagra or Cialis, the drugs. They affect men but not women. A man can get an erection, but it doesn’t affect a woman’s physiology. She doesn’t get wetter, for instance, or change her breathing. This stuff does! She gets wet, her nipples get stiff, her pulse rate and breathing increase - everything changes! She wants it as much as he does!”

“Yes!” agreed Megan.

Brenda said, “Steve mentioned the possibility of generating a fragrance, a mist of a sort.”

Megan giggled. “Get dressed up and spray on some Tropic Desire perfume? Just the thing to wear when going to an orgy.”

“We have got to get the two of you to the Maltesanos someday.”

“So, what was that like? I’d never even heard of the Malted Milk Balls before.”

Brenda laughed. “The Maltesanos!”

“Whatever!” replied Megan. “Is it really that far away?”

“Farther. From Albany you fly to one of the big hubs, like New York or Chicago, and then go to Los Angeles. From there, you fly to the South Pacific, typically Tahiti. That takes forever right there! Anyway, then you start getting onto smaller and smaller planes, the kind with propellers. You bounce from island to smaller island until you end up on Maltesano. That’s not the end, though.”

“But you’re in Maltesano.”

“It takes two or three days to get to that point, depending on the day of the week and making the right connections. I mean, most of these little islands, there’s only one flight a day. Anyway, Maltesano is the only island in the chain with an airport. To get to the final island, it’s either by seaplane or a six-hour ferry ride. You are quite literally in the most remote place on Earth,” finished Brenda.

Megan asked, “And this is where you have to go for this stuff?”

Brenda nodded. “According to Steve, there are two plants that are involved, and they are only found on that final island, called Haka Nuva. They grow nowhere else in the world, but they are exported throughout the entire island chain. They make their own version of Tropic Desire from the real plants on Maltesano; they call it Island Delight.”

“So, what are we doing with it if there’s another version out there?”

“The all-natural scents are too volatile, according to Steve. He isolated the active ingredients and figured out how to fix the volatility issue. He said that all the earlier scientific expeditions would send the samples home, but by the time they got there the compounds would have evaporated. That doesn’t matter with the Island Delight lotion because they only sell it in the islands,” Brenda explained.

“And this is safe?”

Brenda rolled her eyes. “You have to be there to believe it. The scents come from two plants, which only grow on Haka Nuva and grow together. One of them is from the lava lava flower. It grows all over the island and the flowers are everywhere. They weave it into leis and put it in their hair and wear it in their clothes. It gets shipped all over the islands. The other is from a different plant, called the puka puka plant.” She began giggling at that and pulled out her phone and scrolled through some pictures. “You want to see what they’re like? Here’s the lava lava flower.”

“Very pretty.”

“And here’s the puka puka plant.” She showed a picture to Megan.

Megan’s eyes grew wide. “Are you shitting me? That’s…like…it’s like…” The picture was of what looked like a large wooden dildo, complete to veins and cockhead.

“Uh, huh! That’s exactly what it looks like, and just like in the real thing, they come in different sizes and shapes. It’s a root. Some are long, some are short, some are skinny…you get the idea. Here’s the crazy part. The scent the puka puka root comes with is inside the root. They are filled with an oil. The locals dig up the root and cut the bottom off and pour out the oil. They collect it and use it in the Island Delight lotion. I’ve seen it, too. Between the oil and the scent in the flowers, you are practically breathing the stuff in all day long. Everybody in the entire island chain wears the flowers and owns a root. They even use it in things like marriage ceremonies and christenings.”

“I guess that makes it safe,” admitted Megan.

“If anything, Steve toned it down some. He was worried that some old geezer might get the good stuff like he made for us and have a heart attack. Believe me, Steve and I have had some nights where we’ve gone at it all night long and never taken a break! The same happens in the Maltesano Islands. The beaches there, they start at topless, move on to nude, and finish with beaches involving group gropes and orgies.”

“No! You didn’t!” exclaimed Megan.

Brenda smiled and shook her head. “I’m not that decadent, not yet anyway. We did spend some time on the nude beach, though. It was very…stimulating. I had to grab Steve and drag him into the jungle a few times. Like I said, very stimulating.”

“Wow!”

Then Brenda waggled her eyebrows and said, “For real fun, they sell the puka puka roots after they’ve been drained. You can buy them in stores throughout the islands. We bought a few in tourist shops.”

“You mean…”

Brenda lowered her voice. “When you come over to the house, I’ll show you a few I picked up. They even have small ones that get sold as buttplugs.”

“No!”

“One of these days Steve and I want to take a long vacation and go back. We’ll pick up a few for you. Get you a nice selection for whatever turns you on.”

“Wow!” Megan repeated.

Chapter 2 - Building A Business

It was Megan who was the brains behind the website. Before she went to work for Rensselaer County, she had worked for a company in Albany that did graphic design and website e-commerce. She was able to find them a package that met their needs without being too complicated. After all, they only sold one product, Tropic Desire lotion, and only needed a system that told a little about the company and offered a way to buy some tubes of the lotion.

Initially, Tropic Desire was marketed on a person-to-person basis. Much of the first batch was given away to friends and acquaintances. Each tube had pictures of tropical flowers pulled off a stock photos website, and the website address of Tropic Desire. After using it, a customer could go online and order more. For the first few months, between startup costs and production of the initial batch, the company was running in the red.

The website was developed over a long night of drinking. The four of them stayed up one night late and came up with a fictional version of how the lotion was developed. Steve admitted that aside from the extremely proprietary mix of fragrances, it mostly consisted of palm oil and coconut oil. Instead, they came up with a story about explorers in the South Pacific, desert islands, pirates and wenches, and secret formulas passed down by generations of island maidens. Considerable amounts of rum punch were drunk while coming up with this ancient history. The system included a contact page with an email form, and the order page allowed for both credit card and PayPal purchases.

As part of their sales and marketing, Jack Rigoretto had been adamant that nothing they stated about Tropic Desire could go beyond ‘body lotion’ or ‘massage lotion’. They couldn’t make any claims about it being a suntan lotion, for instance, because they had not done any testing for SPF. Likewise, they couldn’t brag that it was a wonderdrug that outdid Viagra. They didn’t need the grief from the Food and Drug Administration and the years and millions of dollars involved in drug tests. Everything had to be just that it was a ‘lotion’. If their customers, on the other hand, wanted to brag, that was just fine. They could always add a disclaimer as needed.

Bragging was done on the blog page, which consisted of several forums for customer comments and company responses. That was even more amusing than the night they came up with Tropic Desire’s history. Brenda and Megan had written several posts about how Tropic Desire was the greatest body lotion and massage oil ever invented, and had gotten rather explicit in some cases.

‘My husband gave me a backrub with Tropic Desire the other night, and my back wasn’t the only part of me that got rubbed! We got very busy afterwards! They should have named it Tropic Orgasms!’

‘The scent is amazing! We opened the tube, and it was like we stepped onto a tropical island! It made me feel as beautiful as the floral scent, and my husband agreed! He spent the entire night proving it to me! The next morning, I was exhausted - and so turned on!’

‘Here’s a hint - make sure the kids are out of the house! We got so involved in our massage session our teenage daughters walked in on me giving my husband a happy ending in front of the fireplace. So embarrassing, but so much fun!’

‘Ever since getting a tube and discovering the best body lotion on the planet, our weekends have been amazing. We start with a date night on Friday and then come home and open the tube. By the time Monday morning rolls around, the tube is half empty, we are drained, and our vital bodily fluids need to be replenished! I am ordering more now!’

The forums were set up so that the company could have different topics. One major topic was Company Information. Another was Product Developments. The biggest forum turned out to be User Comments. Users could post about their experiences, respond to earlier posts, or even create their own topics. Buyers were urged to let the company and others know about Tropic Desire and post what they thought about it. Once they began getting purchasers, the posts began getting very hot and risqué.

One fun topic was First Timers. A typical post was one from HorniGranni:

‘I bought a tube of Tropic Desire on a lark after my daughter told me about it. Her father and I went out to dinner on a date night, which means a suit or sport coat and slacks for him, and a sexy dress and heels for me. It was warm, so I wore a halter-topped dress down to my knees, stockings, and heels. Date nights always end up with some nice sex, so I don’t wear panties or a bra. Anyway, before we went out, I rubbed some of the lotion on, and the scent drove my husband wild! When we got home, we never made it to our bedroom! He took me right there in the living room! The amazing part was that we’re in our sixties, and he normally needs a Cialis to get ready. Not that night! Not only didn’t he need a pill, he didn’t need one the rest of the night! We made love four times that evening! He was insatiable - and so was I!’

That post was accompanied by a Dropbox link to a photo of HorniGranni. She had on a giant hat that covered her face, but she was wearing stockings and heels and nothing else. She had a martini in her left hand and a tube of Tropic Desire in her right. Steve approved of the picture; HorniGranni had what looked like DD tits, smooth skin, shapely legs, and a shaved pussy. Brenda said, “I hope I look that good in twenty years.”

“Think we should send your mom some?” asked Steve. “Something to get her and your father going?” Brenda started coughing at that.

Another user-created topic was Anal Experiences. NastyBlonde wrote:

‘We’ve always liked to play in the backyard, but Tropic Desire takes it to a whole new level! Tropic Desire lotion is the best asslube ever invented! Important tip for those not used to anal. Prepare ahead of time! Clean up! Give yourself an enema and take a shower. You need to be cleaned out, because you are going to get an assload of cum up there! It is so hot and nasty!’

NastyBlonde included a photo of herself in a string bikini bottom from behind, bent over and showing how the string was holding in a jeweled buttplug. When Steve saw that, he waggled his eyes at Brenda. “Remember that hooker on Haka Nuva?”

“You don’t know she was a hooker.”

Steve smiled and shrugged. “No, I suppose she was his girlfriend. I mean, most twenty-something bikini models dressed in body jewelry and stripper heels fall in love with fat guys in their fifties. I guess that is possible. I mean, theoretically possible. Maybe. I’m sure she was a girlfriend. How much do girlfriends like that charge? Is it by the day or the hour?” Brenda stuck her tongue out at him for that. “Maybe we need to develop a line of Tropic Desire buttplugs and sex toys,” he said.

Brenda was on the verge of replying rudely but then she stopped. “Good idea!” She grabbed a notepad and started scribbling. “We can charge by the inch. Most women will be able to save a lot of money.” That earned her a Bronx cheer.

Even Steve ended up on the forum. He and Brenda were in bed one night when Brenda suddenly stopped playing with his cock and said, “Wait! I need to get my phone!”

“Your phone?”

“I need to get a shot of your cock.”

“WHAT?”

Brenda hopped out of the bed and grabbed her iPhone off the dresser. “I need to get a shot of your cock,” she repeated.

Steve began protesting. “Brenda…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not getting your face in the picture.”

“What in God’s name are you doing?”

“It’s for one of the new topics, Shaved or Unshaved. I’m going to use you as a perfect example of shaved,” she explained. Ever since their trip to Haka Nuva, Steve had been manscaping his cock and balls; Brenda had once told him that it turned her on when they watched porn. She had shaved him just the night before.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Thank you, I think.”

“Now, get out of bed and start stroking. I want you standing at attention and ready to go.”

“I thought that was your job!”

“I’m the photographer. I can’t do both jobs. Now, get out of bed. I don’t want you laying down on the job. I think I’ll get a better contrast with you by the wall.”

“This is getting awfully complicated.”

Brenda grabbed her husband by the hand and began tugging him out of bed. “Your other hand is free, so keep stroking. We want Mister Happy looking like he’s ready to explode.”

“Jesus Christ, this is ridiculous.” Steve climbed out of bed and moved to where she was pointing. He stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it towards the bathroom. “Now what?”

Brenda lifted her cell phone. “First, let’s take a few shots without your hands in the way.” She aimed the phone down and Steve heard the click. She moved around, taking a side view along with a frontal view. Then she knelt on the carpet and took an upward shot. “We need to get the boys into the action.”

“I don’t think this is how Ansel Adams got his start. Maybe you could give me a hand?”

“Nice try.” Brenda stood up and went to her nightstand, where she pulled out a tube of Tropic Desire. Then, she quickly snapped a shot of Steve standing by the wall, his cock sticking out. “Maybe I’ll create a new topic. We can call it The Full Monty.” She snapped a second full frontal shot.

“Only if you want to explain it to the divorce judge.”

Brenda tossed her husband the tube of lotion. “Here, get to work. I want you pointing to the ceiling, glistening with desire.”

“Glistening with desire? Get fucking real!” Steve protested.

“Don’t forget to take care of the boys, too.”

“Do I get to take shots of you? You know, shaved, landing strip, or full hairy beaver?”

“The full beaver is going to take a few months.” Brenda pointed at her smooth shaved pussy. “Besides, you prefer it this way. You don’t get hair in your teeth, remember?”

The mental image of eating his wife’s pussy was almost as powerful an aphrodisiac to Steve as the lotion he was rubbing on his cock and balls. “Hurry up and take the damn pictures. Then you’d better be on the bed with your legs spread.”

Two days later Brenda posted, along with a closeup shot of Steve’s manhood:

‘The perfect cock! Nothing to get caught between your teeth, and without the hair, it goes just that little bit deeper! My husband’s got a Goldilocks cock - not too big, not too small, and just right! It even fits up my ass nicely!”

That earned Brenda two nights of oral delight. A week later Steve returned the favor with a closeup shot of his wife’s pussy, pink and aroused, gleaming with Tropic Desire Body Lotion, and leaking a large load of cum that he had just finished dumping into her.

‘The perfect pussy! Bare, aroused, lickable, and filled with a fresh load while waiting for the next! Just beginning a night with Tropic Desire! Or should I go for the assfuck?’

“Are we still doing the body mist?” asked Brenda. They had tested it a month before. “Should we be mentioning it on the website?”

***

Tropic Desire Body Mist was going to be the next product from Tropic Desire, Inc. It was going to be a body spray or body scent, whatever involved the least possible governmental oversight, and consisted of everything in the body lotion except the coconut and palm oils. Steve had mixed what he called the ‘scent package’ with ethanol and then placed it in a spray bottle. It wasn’t the optimum ‘delivery system’ but was good enough for the first attempt.

Steve had told his wife about the first experiment in plenty of time to arrange for their children to be out of the house. Heather was going to spend the weekend with some girlfriends from school, and Steve Junior was camping with the Boy Scouts. “So, how do you plan to run the experiment?” she asked.

“I was figuring we go just upstairs and spray it on each other and see what happens.”

“That’s it? That doesn’t sound very scientific.”

“Well, I imagine I could weigh and measure you ahead of time, then set the video cameras up…”

“Cameras? Plural?”

Steve smiled. “Cameras, multiple. You’ll need to be naked, of course. Then we can wire you up with the necessary temperature and pulse monitors. Afterwards, we can spray you and the other experimental subject down.”

“Wait! What? What other experimental subject?” Brenda asked. “I thought we were going to try this!”

“Brenda, I can’t participate when I’m also running the experiment.”

“STEVE!” Brenda began protesting but stopped when she found her husband trying to hide a smile. “YOU BASTARD!”

“Of course, we can also try a less rigorous test method for the first try,” he said.

“Just as long as you remain rigorous during the test,” Brenda replied.

“I’ll try to live up to your expectations.”

After dinner that night, the Olivers went up to their bedroom, where they stripped naked and took quick showers. Then, after turning down the bed, Steve had taken the spray bottle and removed the safety cap. He then sprayed it over himself and his wife.

Brenda and Steve woke the next day midafternoon. Neither had a good idea of just what had happened the previous night, but there was plenty of evidence that they had enjoyed the experiment. The bed clothes were strewn around the bedroom and were covered with numerous cum stains. The spray bottle was still on the nightstand but was half empty. A tube of Astroglide that had been in Brenda’s nightstand was half empty and laying on the floor, along with a pair of ‘marital aids’, medium-sized vibrators, one of which was still buzzing. Steve had an ache in his balls and Brenda’s pussy and ass were leaking cum.

“I think we need to lower the dosage,” was Brenda’s first comment that next afternoon.

“Yeah,” agreed Steve.

“I’m not sure exactly what happened, but any night you need to clean up after was probably a good night,” she replied.

“Yeah,” he repeated. Then Steve closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

***

“We’ve got problems with the body mist,” admitted Steve.

Brenda said, “Oh? I thought you were doing some sort of new formulation.”

“I tried. It’s too dangerous. We can’t control it. I gave it to Jack and Megan and the same thing happened with them.”

“What?”

“It’s too difficult to control the dosage. It’s too easy to spray too much or too often and cause an overdose, so to speak. Aerosols are inherently wasteful and inaccurate. You spray it and whoever comes in the room next will also be affected.”

“You mean…”

Steve nodded. “Right. If you’re out to dinner and touch it up, the next woman in the bathroom will inhale it. Wait until she comes out of the bathroom and undresses at the table next to you and starts raping her husband.”

“Yikes!” said Brenda.

“Or one of the kids wanders through and inhales it.”

“Okay, okay, I get the picture! No on the body spray.”

Steve smiled and shrugged. “Sorry about that.”

Brenda returned the smile. “Still, it wasn’t all bad, was it?”

Steve said, “No, it wasn’t. We’ll have to try it some other time, just to use up the formulation. It’s important to keep testing for the sake of science.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

Free Samples

Chapter 3 - Grandparents

“I didn’t tell you what I saw on the doorbell cam, did I?” For the next few minutes, Steve told Brenda what he had seen when her parents came over to the house to check on the kids the last time they went away for the weekend. He even had her sit on the couch next to him while calling up the footage from their doorbell camera, to show his wife her father rubbing her mother’s ass. Both Steve and Brenda were giggling when he finished.

“Heavens! My own parents! I mean, I can see my father doing that, but my mother? I will be ruined for life,” she laughed.

“So, you were a virgin birth.”

“I must have been. My mother told me that they bought me at a store, and that if I didn’t start behaving, they were taking me back for a refund.” Steve rolled his eyes, and Brenda continued. “Okay, maybe not. I’m pretty sure they are still fooling around. I found a copy of the Kama Sutra in one of the end tables, along with some DVDs, you know.”

“They left that laying around the living room?” he asked.

She shook her head. “The family room, and no, it wasn’t laying around. It was when they took that trip to Florida last year, and she asked me to check on the place. I found the door on the end table open, and when I went to close it, I saw them, along with a couple of vibrators.”

“Well, now that they’re retired, they need something to do to keep from getting bored. Discover any new positions to try, or movies to watch?”

“No, but I did get myself off before coming home, and I was kind of horny later that night.”

Steve said, “Make sure to call ahead of time before you go over there so nobody gets surprised. Uh, did you ever go over and interrupt things?”

Brenda smiled and answered, “I’m not sure, but there was one time where I let myself in with my key and I heard some scrambling around. Dad had a red face and Mom seemed to be straightening up, but it never occurred to me, you know.”

“They must have been just getting started. I know with you, if I was actually inside you, it would take a Clydesdale to pull me off!” Steve laughed.

“You are just so sweet, and so naughty.”

“Maybe you should give them a tube of Tropic Desire, to spice things up,” he laughed. Brenda simply turned red at that, and her husband realized she had already done that. He just kept laughing, even as she nudged him in the side.

***

Caroline Bollinger looked around the master bathroom briefly before getting ready to go out. She and her husband, Frederick, were having a date night. He had told her they needed to go over to their daughter’s house to look in on their grandchildren. Their daughter, Brenda, and her husband, Steve, were away for the weekend, so they wanted to check on them.

It didn’t take long for Caroline to clean up. Before showering, she dug out her enema kit. It was a date night, and she needed to be prepared in case Fred got extra frisky. She liked it when her husband got frisky; they might be in their sixties, but they weren’t dead yet. After cleaning up inside, she took a quick shower, touching up her shaving at the same time. Fred liked licking her shaved pussy.

Out of the shower, she dried quickly and grabbed the tube of Tropic Desire. Squirting some on her hands, she rubbed the lotion over her breasts, stomach, and pubic mound. Then she took the small spray bottle of her favorite perfume and spritzed her cleavage. It was Chanel Number 5, her favorite scent, and whenever Fred bought her some, she gave him an excellent thank you, which normally started out with a blowjob and ended up riding him to a second cum.

Caroline went to her closet and pulled out a dress. Then she went into the bedroom and pulled a pair of black thigh-high stockings from her dresser. She sat on the bed and pulled them on carefully. She adjusted them and stood up. She inspected them to make sure they were high up her thighs. She silently thanked God that she had kept her figure after two children. Both she and Fred were in their mid-sixties. Then it was back into the bathroom, where she stepped into the black cocktail dress she had selected. It had a deep-V cut at the neck, front and back, and was two inches above her knees. Then she took a pair of ankle-strapped black stiletto heels from the shoe tree in the closet and sat down on her bed and put them on. Some makeup and she was ready to go.

A bra and panties weren’t necessary. It was a date night. She was going out to dinner and then getting laid. Underwear would just get in the way later.

Frederick Bollinger was waiting for his wife in the living room. He knew that he took a lot less time to dress than his wife did, so after getting out of the shower, he grabbed his suit and went into the bedroom, passing her as she went into the bathroom. He dressed and took his tie, socks, and shoes into the living room, where he finished dressing while watching the six o’clock news. He turned his head when his wife came out and he smiled. Standing, he whistled and said, “Yowza! Hot stuff!”

Caroline blushed and said, “Thank you. You clean up nice, too.”

Fred grabbed his suit coat and pulled it on. “I’m going to be spending the night fighting off all the other men in the place.”

Caroline laughed. “Don’t promise more than you can deliver. Your days of fighting off the opposition are long behind you.” Fred Bollinger had been an amateur boxer in college and had the broken nose of a boxer who had lost more fights than he had won.

Fred snorted. “Do I need to mention how many of your days are behind you?”

“Not if you plan on any fun later tonight.”

Her husband laughed and went to the front door. He opened it and ushered his wife out, locking it behind him. Then it was off to his year-old Camry, where he waited for the click of the fob-linked lock and then opened it for her. He eyed her legs as she slid into the car. He could already detect the wonderful scent of her perfume and body lotion mixed together. By the time they got home, it would be driving him insane.

The first stop was Brenda’s house. The lights were on, but the only car in the driveway was Brenda’s. They both got out and went up the walkway to the front door. Fred pushed the doorbell, and they heard the BONG inside, but nobody came to the door. They both looked through the sidelights but didn’t see or hear anybody. “It must be a date night for the kids,” said Fred.

“Well, it is a Friday. Heather’s probably still at Empire and Steven Junior is probably with his girlfriend or his buddies,” agreed Caroline.

“We’ve done out familial duty,” commented her husband. He turned his wife back towards the driveway and rubbed her bottom as he walked her back to the Camry.

Caroline wiggled her ass. “Just what do you think you’re doing, Mister Bollinger?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing! What do you think I’m doing?”

“I think you’re rubbing my ass!”

“Complaints, complaints.” He opened the door for her and then got in behind the wheel. He glanced at his wife’s stocking-clad legs and smiled. It promised to be a good night.

Dinner was at a very nice restaurant in Albany, and afterwards, they went back to the car. From there, Fred made his way to I-787 and headed north. It was just a few exits before he headed east across the Hudson. He reached over and put a hand on Caroline’s knee. “Want to go parking, like in the old days?”

Caroline laughed. “Oh my God! Are you serious? Parking? You must have missed the bucket seats.”

Fred rolled his eyes. Caroline was correct in that bucket seats had ruined parking as a post-date pleasantry. “There’s still the back seat,” he countered.

“By the time you find a place to go parking, and we get in the back seat, we could be home,” she laughed. “Just go home.”

“Remember that old Chevy pickup I had with the bench seat? You never complained when we went parking in that.”

“Uh, huh. That was back when we were in college and our roommates gave us crap about moving out on a weekend night,” she responded.

“Total assholes, as I recall,” Fred commented.

Caroline nodded; as her husband had said, both of their roommates had been jerks. They had both changed roommates the next year. They stopped screwing in the pickup truck when they had a bed to screw in.

Caroline went up the walkway first, with Fred following, his hand on her bottom. Caroline used the keypad to let them in, and Fred followed. He turned on the living room light and continued to the kitchen. “Care for a drink?”

“One.”

“Vodka and tonic?” Caroline nodded and he opened the liquor cabinet and made a pair of drinks. Fred handed one to her and he led the way back to the living room. He sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to him.

Caroline sat down next to her husband and said, “Scootch over.” Curious, Fred moved down the couch to the end. Caroline moved with him, so that he was sandwiched between the armrest and his wife. She smiled and sipped her drink, and then said, “There, just like a bench seat, and the cops won’t get pissy.”

Fred laughed. “Maybe not.” Caroline was on his right side, so he transferred his drink to his left hand and put his right hand over her shoulder.

Caroline smiled and sipped her drink from her right hand. Her left hand she placed in her husband’s lap. She could feel his erection in his pants. She knew it was going to be a good night, and not just because she was going to have sex. No, she was going to have a lot of sex!

She knew that because of the body lotion she had put on earlier. Brenda had given her a tube of Tropic Desire months ago, saying it was an excellent massage and body lotion, and she should try it out. It was a harmless enough idea, but she forgot about it for a few weeks. Then she remembered it and rubbed some on her arms and legs one night before going to bed. As soon as she rubbed the lotion in, she sensed an amazing floral scent and an almost sexual arousal.

It hadn’t been a special night, just a regular night and she had gone to bed in an oversized t-shirt. As was her norm, when Fred climbed into bed with her, she rolled towards him and gave him a quick kiss. What surprised her slightly was when the kiss became hot and lengthy. Fred’s tongue teased her lips and then worked into her mouth, to touch her tongue and probe deeper. Meanwhile, his hands were tugging her t-shirt up and off. It was going to be a good night, she thought to herself. The Bollingers still enjoyed sex, but like most couples in their sixties, it didn’t happen more than a couple of times a week, and they had enjoyed a very pleasant fuck the night before.

Caroline’s body responded to her husband’s attentions. As he began kissing her neck and tits, she reached down and pushed his briefs off. His cock was already as hard as she could remember, and she began stroking it. Fred groaned happily and he slipped a hand between her legs. She kept a tube of Astroglide in her nightstand and wondered if it would be necessary; at sixty-three extra lubrication was often necessary. Amazingly, her pussy felt hot and wet, and she knew she’d be able to really enjoy Fred’s cock. When she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, he got into position and slipped into her pussy in a single smooth thrust.

Caroline moaned as her husband fucked her with long, slow thrusts. He pistoned his cock into her over and over, and it felt to her that he was going deeper than she could remember. His cockhead curved up to rub her G-spot, and he lay atop her, pressing against her tits as his lips and tongue licked the side of her neck. When he finally came, in the midst of her second orgasm, it felt like he was flooding her pussy with hot cum.

“Who says old folks don’t know how to have fun?” said Caroline. It was something they had heard on a sitcom years ago, and she occasionally trotted it out. “Let’s do it again.”

Fred laughed as he always did. Caroline kissed him happily and rolled onto her side, and her husband snuggled up behind her, as he normally did. Then he surprised her. As he snuggled against her rump, she felt him stirring behind her. His cock was stiffening a second time! They hadn’t done it twice in a row like that in well over a decade, and Caroline was astonished, and very, very happy. She loved having Fred’s cock inside her pussy. He made her feel loved and feeling him hard and horny was the ultimate proof he still found her desirable. As one of his hands came around and cupped a large and aroused breast, she felt one of his legs moving between hers. She lifted a leg, and he moved closer, to slip his cock into her cum-filled cunt from behind. This was another long and slow screw, and she came twice before she felt his second load join his first.

The Bollingers fell asleep after that, without even bothering to dress again. It was late when they woke up, with Fred still snuggling behind his wife. She was amazed to feel an erection poking her ass again and smiled as she felt Fred’s hand stroking her hip and then slipping down to caress her thighs. “Fred, again?”

“Is that a complaint?”

“Just surprised!”

“Would you mind if I fucked you this morning? Do you have a problem if I stuff my cock in your cunt?”

“Oh, Fred…”, Caroline moaned. She adored it when he talked crude and dirty in bed. She moaned even louder when he pushed her onto her stomach. Fred crawled onto her and pushed his cock into her pussy from behind and then straddled her legs. He began fucking her, and it simply felt amazing to Caroline. His legs straddling hers forced her legs together, increasing the pressure and friction of her pussy on his cock, and the angle had his cock rubbing against her clit. Fred reached around and cupped her tits, his fingers tweaking her nipples. Much too soon she felt his cock expand as he slammed forward, burying himself in her pussy as he unloaded a third load for the night.

That wasn’t it for the couple, either. Fred got up before she did and took a quick shower. Afterwards, when Caroline got out of the shower, she found a short skirt and a sheer blouse on the bed. The skirt was an older one that she hardly ever wore anymore, and the blouse was one designed to be worn with a slip or chemise underneath. She dressed and went into the kitchen. “Was this what you had in mind?” she asked teasingly.

“I don’t know. Come here.” Caroline went to where he was working on breakfast. Fred smiled and lifted her skirt. “I think I need to check you didn’t put on any underwear. His right hand slipped under the skirt while his left hand fondled her tits through her blouse. Then he stopped and said, “Ready for breakfast?”

Caroline gaped at him. “Breakfast? You get me all worked up and want breakfast?”

“Hey, I need to build up my strength. You drained me dry last night and this morning. It’s all your fault.”

His wife laughed at him. “You are full of shit and are going to have to make it up to me after breakfast.” Fred simply laughed at her. He did make it up to her, though, by pushing her skirt to her waist and eating her out before fucking her one last time for the day. Afterwards, they took naps and things got back to normal.

It was another two weeks before Caroline figured out that the Tropic Desire lotion her daughter had given her was the reason that her husband was able to screw her nonstop when she rubbed it on. She had rubbed some lotion on after working in the garden, and when she came inside, Fred came up behind her and hugged her. Then he smelled the lotion, and Caroline felt him pulling her t-shirt and bra off. Next went her shorts and panties, and Caroline found herself bent over the kitchen counter as her husband’s cock sawed in and out of her pussy. Then he took her to their bedroom, and they had two more good, hard, long fucks on the bed.

Later, when the Bollingers had both showered off their sexual excess, Caroline commented on the lotion to her husband. “You think this stuff got us so hot and horny earlier?” he asked.

“Two weeks ago, too. That was the first time I used it.”

Fred looked at the tube. “Fantastic stuff. Where’d you get it?”

Caroline blushed. “Brenda gave it to me.”

“Brenda, huh? And did she say where she got it?”

“No, just that she thought it was the best body lotion she had ever used,” admitted Caroline.

Fred took the tube from her and looked it over. Aside from a list of ingredients, only specifying some common oils and ‘natural scents and fragrances’, it had nothing more than the name and a website. He took his wife out to the living room, and he got online with his laptop. When he got to the website, they both had a good laugh. The About Us page said that the formula was an island secret passed down by pirates, of all things, and the Purchase page only had the one product in one size, though it came in single and double packs. What was fascinating, however, was when Caroline clicked on the Forum page, and they looked at the topics. Some of it seemed like pure pornography, with descriptions and even some pictures of buyers who used the lotion to have wild sex with their partner. Some told about rubbing it all over each other and then screwing non-stop for an entire weekend. Others told about using it as an anal lube. One couple even showed a series of pictures of the woman rubbing it on her husband’s cock, then of him fucking her in the ass, and ending in a cream pie. They didn’t show their faces but were ecstatic about the product.