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Switched On

By: Bruno1027



Rather than be happy about her promotion as she'd expected, Andres seemed frustrated and offered only a casual grin and weak hug at the announcement. She didn't look into it at first, she was still overwhelmed with the news herself but by the end of the evening she could see why so many women that made it to partner had been single. Men don't take well to the competition. Threatens their fragile male ego, she supposed.

And so it went when they were in bed together. He reached for her, his cock thick and full, out to prove his manhood once again. It tempted her. How wonderful it would be to just lay back and be fucked, she thought. He was a good lover, and pleased her often though his technique was now more forceful pounding than the gentleness she truly enjoyed. It had been that way for a while, ever since that evening she took him out and seduced him. She bedded him like a man that night, laying him down and penetrating his back passage with a long, pink dildo. She expected him to fight or at least whine but he was surprisingly compliant. The ejaculation that followed the coupling testified to his enjoyment and said what his mouth could not.

The fact that their sex life had flourished since that night let Greta know she'd made the right decision. She guessed he was doing it to make up for some question on his masculinity. Though in truth, there was no way he could make up for that night. The sight of him happily babbling as she slid into his ass and his vigor as his seed excitedly launched from his prick changed their relationship forever. Oh sure, sometimes she'd play the submissive, playfully struggling as he drove into her, his ramrod stiff length spearing her wetness but now she knew, when push came to shove, it was her call from now on.

Now his cock urgently pressed into her inner thigh. His lips roamed along her neck, sending pulses of wetness between her sex and for a moment she considered giving in. Some nights all she wanted was him on top of her, his rushed need forcing the breath from her until her orgasms left her warm and weak. 

She broke from his grasp before she'd be unable to resist his charms. In the darkness of the bedroom she pictured him sitting upright, his cock pointed upwards, trembling unaided. She could hear him breathe, a quick heavy sound as she stepped to the side of the bed.

"Greta?"

She didn't answer him, waiting until his eyes adjusted to the light. "Turn over."

A low sigh. "Please, I really don't want to...not tonight."

She managed the last of the buckles, admiring the snug fit around her hips. "Don't fight me Andres."

"Let's just forget about it. I'm sorry." He lay back down.

Her hand, light and soft, reached out for his prick to find him wanting. "Don't ever be sorry." She found the swollen knob of his shaft and felt a thick wetness there. With a practiced touch she smoothed it around the tight heated skin. "Don't apologize for what you want. It's natural."

He was unable to speak. Eyes shut, he could only feel her touch upon him.

"Turn. Over."

Without a complaint, without a sound, he did as told. Greta switched on the bedside lamp as she knelt behind him. In the dim light she admired her lover. The strong muscles of his ass were the result of his increased exercise regimen. On her suggestion he had spent more of his time taking care of his body, which paid off in their romps. She had grown more and more infatuated with him; his lips, his legs, his tight stomach, his cock. 

What still remained her favorite was his ass. Fucking him that way had always been a hidden fantasy of hers and now that she had the opportunity to fulfill it it became an obsession. 

He was crouched on his knees, his ass bent and opened to her. Hands on the full cheeks of his ass, she gently spread them even further, appraising the tiny winking asshole before her. Her heart swooned at the sight of it and she felt a sudden damp rush between her legs. She reached with her index finger to tenderly circle and stroke it. He made no sound except a soft, satisfied hum. "There now sweetie," she whispered to him. "I'm going to enter you." He sighed warmly. A skilled hand smoothed lube over the pink shaft and playfully masturbated the dildo. She gloried in the thought that for the night it was a part of her. Each time she put it on it made her feel different- more aggressive, more virile and rougher. 

Andres trembled beneath her as her phallus circled his hole. With her fist wrapped around the base, she leaned forward and left soft kisses on his shoulders. "Lay still," she whispered in his ear. "Enjoy it, baby." She sat up and sucked on her index finger thoroughly. Then, holding his cheeks spread wide, she slowly inserted it into his warm back passage. She watched aroused as his body swallowed up her finger bit by bit. Gently pushing herself in and out of him, she smiled to herself at the thought that she was fingering him. 

Below she could see his balls hanging down helplessly. His cock inflated as she reached below and juggled his balls. She cupped and squeezed him as he casually spread his knees. "Oooh," she teased. "You really want it, don't you boy?" All he could do was moan in response.

With a slow, careful push, she pressed the shaft into him. His body tensed and his shoulders dropped down, forcing his rear up against her. The sight of him, his tight ass spread and her shaft sliding slowly into him excited her and she felt her nipples tingle and erect. 

It was almost comical, really, how easily he changed from the bragging, arrogant man into the soft, willing little bitch. It's as if he secretly enjoyed the two polar sides of his personality. Greta chuckled to herself. It made her feel powerful and womanly. Breathing deeply, she increased her pace. The sound of her body slapping against his ass resounded throughout the room. 

The sight of his ass bent over complemented her own soft, fair skin and she began earnestly smacking into his ass. The shaft pistoned slickly into his hole. He was under her spell now and clasped a pillow beneath him, his eyes closed and moaning against the bed. 

"Good little bitch. You know your place now." 

He nodded unhesitatingly and she landed several loud slaps against the hefty flank of his ass. "Stay down, sweetie. You're mine." He only groaned in a deep, satisfying sound that touched her deeply. 

His body shook and trembled. Tiny beads of sweat collected on the heft of his ass. She gripped his flesh handily, her fingers leaving thin scarlet marks. At once his body stiffened and she uncoiled against him. Wrapping around his waist, she found his genitals. One hand tightly clenched the base of his cock, the other possessively gripped his scrotum. 

His skin was warm against the soft flesh of her breasts and she rested that way for a moment, her ear against his neck. Tiny trembles ran through his body and she could hear the quick beating of his heart. 

"Please...," his voice was a whisper. "...Don't stop"

She was genuinely surprised. "What is it sweetheart?" Gently she pet him on the back of the head. "Does it hurt?"

"No," he pleaded. "A little, I guess. But don't stop. Not now."

She had reached his g-spot. She'd heard of such a thing but was skeptical and doubted men could feel it. Supposedly it was a rare thing that changes men forever after feeling it. Greta wondered if it would change Andres. There were some areas she would like to see improvement in. 

The bare cheeks of his ass shuddered against her thighs. Slowly she eased out of his anus, feeling him sigh. The dildo shined with the slick grease of lube, leaving a ring of moisture around his pucker. 

Just as carefully, she eased back into him. His body accepted it more easily and he pushed back slightly. Deep sounds of approval slipped from his lips and, when she was almost full into his butt she heard him gasp. It was a high, lilting tone that warmed her pussy. 

She'd heard him orgasm before, most times she was the cause of it, but this was something different. He seemed softer, more vulnerable and weaker. Beneath her his knees buckled and he collapsed onto the mattress. Her thrusts continued while his cries grew higher and more urgent. 

The motion excited her. The smooth entrance of the dildo sliding into his muscled ass and the ease that he took it excited her. Her juices flowed and she felt the first stirrings of orgasm. 

Firmly she handled his cock. Her fist clenched and unclenched his shaft, sending waves of sensation through his body. Words came out in incoherent babbles. He always got that way when facing a particularly straining orgasm. In moments he lost control and surrendered to the feeling, letting go and allowing it to fully pass through his body. This time he would give himself to her completely, giving her the control when he couldn't handle it anymore.

After the way he acted, she had planned to rape him if he resisted but his willingness to submit allowed her to take him without a fight. He was getting more comfortable with being the bitch. It was a role she planned to see more of. 

Letting go of his shaft, she grabbed his tiny waist and hung on. Inhaling deeply, she began quickly thrusting into him. She knew it hurt but it was important for him to feel it. He wailed loudly. It was a loud cry that turned from sudden pain to a low moan of frustration and finally satisfaction. She knew the thick head of the dildo was pressing into his tiny g-spot, causing him to lose himself. 

He sputtered, fingers reaching to clench the sheets as knuckles turned to white. His legs failed him and he lay face down beneath him. Unable to think, he pressed his face into a pillow, yelling, then sobbing into it. The sound touched her deeply and, with a rough motion, she grabbed his hair and turned him to look at her. 

His eyes shone with tears. They dripped down his cheeks and left a visible spot on the pillow. His lower lip trembled as his orgasm riled his body. The moment their eyes met he felt himself loose on the sheets and cried out in a strange satisfaction that was foreign to him.

Greta leaned forward and kissed him warmly on the cheek. "Come for me, lover. Feel yourself release. Just like a bitch."

The words only drove him deeper and intensified what he already felt. She let go of him, pushing him away none too gently, and he buried his face in one hand. 

His body barely moved. Instead, she pushed his ass up and down on the bed. His penis squirted helplessly beneath him, adding to the warm, sticky pool drenching his crotch. Feeling the tremors pass through his body she passed her peak. Her vagina pressed into the firm end of the dildo. A short, thick phallus teased her canal and tingled the inner roots of her mons. It was her turn to moan openly and that, along with the feeling of his bare ass against her hips caused her to break.

Fingernails clenched the meat of his ass, leaving streaks of pain on his flesh. He moaned, both from the aftershocks of his climax and the pain of her touch. Still his anus held her dildo tightly and she noticed it angle towards her, allowing her room to fuck him fully. 

At the height of her climax she grunted openly. Between her legs there was a wet rush that soaked the end of the phallus and dripped down her legs. It was one of her more intense orgasms and caused her eyes to flutter beneath their lids. 

Andres was flat on the bed as she finished. In the most intimate action of the evening, she lay on top of him. Hands clutched his, their legs intertwined and the heated softness of her breasts pressed against his back. 

With her cock still buried in his hole she took on a softer role, tenderly kissing the back of his neck and gently running her hands through his hair. He was still heated, his body shone with sex and expanded with each breath. She could feel the shiver travel the length of his body. They began in his legs, where she felt them in her toes on his calves, and moved up his trunk. Each one was a slight wave she could feel in her nipples. They hardened to a point and she rested comfortably against his prone body. 

Fatigue settled in and she lay with her eyes closed, nipples still tingling with excitement. For a moment they both rested silently. Her, the tinier, softer woman lay in the superior top position above the strong, athletic, taller man. Nimbly she unlocked the dildo and dropped it to the floor beside them. 

She was concentrating on his backside and how the firm, muscled cheeks of his ass felt against her thighs when she noticed it. Her fingers lovingly stroked the bare flank of his rump when as he began crying. She didn't recognize the sound at first. It was almost nonexistent, a faint whine that tugged at her heart.

"Honey," she whispered, moving to look at him. He only turned his head away, ashamed of feelings he couldn't identify. He couldn't hide the shine of tears on his face. "Baby," she soothed. "It's ok. I love you...."

"I know," his voice was broken and choked with tiny gulps. "I don't know why this is happening." He brushed at the corner of his eyes with the backs of his hands. Greta couldn't help but think it made him look childish. 

"It's a lot to take." Her hand petted him softly. "You just felt what a woman should feel. Men are too afraid to open up and feel what they can really feel. You've just had your first real orgasm. You found your g-spot." Her arms went around his neck to hug him tightly. "I'm so proud of you!"

This unleashed of flood of tears and she urged them on with kisses on his shoulders and soft, warm sounds of encouragement. Eventually, after a long period of recovery, she rolled off to lie beside him. Her shaft slipped out of his buttocks with a wet pop that brought a happy gasp from him. She had wanted to make love but knew to try anything further would be to lessen the moment they had together. As a couple they had experienced something deep, something people are lucky to feel. It was a deeply personal moment for both of them and she wanted nothing more than to lay beside the man she called hers. 

Andres hummed, a sound that Greta recognized as one of contentment. She held his penis lovingly. It was warm and slick and made her feel more feminine. The tenderness of his balls comforted her and she held him as they both dozed languidly, the bodies clenched to one another.

Switched On



The newest additions to my suburban world were a pleasingly attractive and friendly couple and we were exchanging pleasantries while their belongings were being moved into their new home. Almost immediately I sensed a comfortable, easy sexiness about them as they laughed and touched each other casually while helping the movers get the job done right. Both acted as if they were stepping into a good future which was a good sign. You don't get to choose your neighbors and I'd found out its better to have the good looking, happy variety as opposed to the plate throwers. 

On looks alone, I was pleased to make their acquaintance....... 

Her name was Suzanne and the bright smile she flashed during introductions was arresting. Long, full and wavy brown hair was highlighted by soft, expressive eyes of the same color. Welcoming pools, they held my gaze and invited me to stay and swim a bit. Suzanne had a curvaceous, soft shape that was nicely full where it was most pleasing with a confidence about her that radiated. It wasn't long before I was visualizing her naked, demurely looking back over her shoulder while offering her soft ass to my stiffness. My cock swelled partially as I imagined my stiff pole slipping between the pillows of her ass

She got entered into the "Dark Haired Beauties" section of my book, with notations made to find out more. 

Her husband's name was Mark and his tall, firm and broad shouldered frame was both imposing and in perfect contrast to hers. While she was clearly soft and delicious, he appeared hard and sculpted. A loose fitting and partially unbuttoned shirt gave glimpses of his muscled chest and he countered her luxurious darkness with short blond hair and sharply blue eyes. With a big hand he "adjusted" his crotch while we spoke and I couldn't help but notice the fullness of the bulge in his jeans. Perhaps he was wearing particularly tight jeans that day but I was convinced he could probably hammer Suzanne pretty good. 

Suddenly Mark was behind Suzanne in my visualization and I watched as he beat the stuffing out of her pillows and pounded her ass with an impressively hard rod. My cock completed swelling and I had to "adjust" myself when no one was looking. 

Although not in his condition, I'd nail her pretty good too if given the chance. Giving it my best shot at least.

Being a single and fairly adventurous guy, I lived by a looser code about who was fuckable and who was off limits and found no reason to take this guys wife off the "future fuck" list. If she were willing, I'd be there with the ready and able parts.

Weeks went past and we got to know each other through fly-by meetings and the occasional stop over to talk at the property line. Time and proximity only enhanced my initial impressions of her and up the hit list she climbed. During duller moments, I'd think of her and soon find my fingers slipped around my prick. Stroking myself to visions of her soft lips wrapped around my dick head. Her dark hair spread across my crotch tickling me sensually as her head pumped my small cock. Slowly licking my swollen pole until it surrendered its cum.... and I had to clean myself off. 

After more than a few sessions like this, I was getting hungry for the real thing and wasting a lot of good cum. 

We'd never discussed careers so I didn't know what he did for a living but was happy to see his car drive off early each morning to someplace productive. Meanwhile, I worked at home. Day trading was my game and I'd developed a conservative approach that was bringing in the cash. 

Suzanne seemed to be doing the "married wife at home" routine and it saddened me to think her hooked on Oprah or the Soap Operas. Her pleasingly soft ass in danger of over-expansion from lack of use. Not that I'm very discriminating when it comes to asses. I've found large, soft ones just as tasty and fuckable as the tighter, smaller versions. 

Just maybe, it wasn't Monteil Williams that caught her fancy but instead she whiled away the day enjoying porn and making her nicely trimmed cunt vibrate deeply. Keeping herself properly heated and wet for when her man came home in need of a good blow job and a welcoming cunt. Servicing her mans needs like a good slut wife should, with lube holes in need of filling.

I cant say you'd never catch me wandering the porn sites every now and then. After all, every day at the computer will inevitably have its dull moments and I have an imagination that needs feeding. I never used sex toys on myself though, leaving those for invited guests or the occasional Girl Scout pushing calories. 

It was my "routine" to take work-breaks to clear my mind of unnecessary detail and stress. Get away from the computer and return to work more refreshed, mentally sharper. There was no set routine for this but often I'd just lay by the pool or swim laps. With Lady Suzanne locked away next door, time by the pool became more frequent. A window on their three story home looked towards my house and could see the entire pool area through the trees. I know this to be true since the previous neighbor had been neighborly enough to give me a blow job in that room and I'd looked. She wasn't half the package Suzanne is and her husband had quite rightly cast her aside for other pursuits. She was hungry for cock, I was able to find the time and as already stated....I'm not too discriminating.

So...thinking it best Suzanne make the first move, I began to offer silent invitations to come over.

I'd swim laps or lounge about in the sun. The shine off my well oiled body was enough to cause any onlooker to reach for their sunglasses. For such "private" moments I'd wear a tight black Speedo that maximized my tan, highlighted my small package and showed off my tight ass nicely. 

Besides all that, the Speedo was nice and tight and just felt good to wear. Information is power they say, so might as well give Suzanne the best "advance preview" I could.

After a few days of doing this, I caught fleeting glances of "shadows" moving at the window...the rustle of curtains.

Determining my plan to be working, I started to slip the Speedo off while sunning to let her ogle my entire naked body.

Or go I'd go to the head of the pool and slip it off slowly. Standing at the pools edge momentarily before jumping in. 

I heard no complaint or received no unwanted knocks on my door, so that practice increased to the point where I was often nude the entire time. The "presence" at the window increased as well. 

I was confident now that Suzanne would soon come calling and I'd slow stroke my cock while planning the different ways I'd ravage her. A confirmed ass fucker, I spent many a passing moment thinking of drilling her hole from various angles. Not graced with the largest of cocks, fucking them up the ass came with a heightened a sense of power that I found pleasing. My prick would shoot heavier loads then when I'd flail away at their cunts. It had "stud-like" qualities to it that seemed to fit me. 

Needless to say, I was very surprised when a few days later I was roused from a quiet sunning session by Mark when he said: "Mind if I join you....?"

There he was, standing and smiling at me from the pool cage door. Not Suzanne in some overly tight two-piece that just begged to be taken off, but Mark. Luckily I'd only been out a few minutes and my Speedo was still intact, so all appearances were normal. 

"Certainly, certainly," I said. 

Only after he'd entered did I notice that he was already in a swimsuit and had a towel draped over his shoulder. Turns out Mark was a "Speedo-guy" as well, only his looked quite a bit tighter than mine, its contents considerably more pronounced.

He walked towards me while saying: "You're so smart to have put in a pool....we'll have to do that one day."

Still a bit taken aback that it was Mark not Suzanne standing next to me, I had to concentrate not to let my confusion show. 

"Oh yeah...............wouldn't be able to live without one now," I replied. "You have the day off?"

"No, no, just taking a break from work" was Mark's quick reply. 

Now I was really confused and watched as his gaze slowly slide down my body. 

It was impossible not to notice the bulging package his Speedo was barely keeping from bursting out. His swimsuit was so terribly small, you'd have thought it a poor choice of one he'd outgrown some years back. Standing just a few feet from my face, the tight flatness of his stomach only highlighted the very pronounced, bulge at his crotch. The outline of his thick cock was plain to see through the material and he didn't to notice or mind. 

I felt something weird, unfocused welling up inside me and stammered a bit when saying: "You....uhhhh....work at home? But I thought I'd seen your car."

His answer was coming before I'd finished: "Yes, I'm in Sales so I kinda make my own schedule. Apparently like you eh?" 

Again I felt his intense, slow gaze and he filled my silence with: "Suzanne's been driving my car, her's is broken down and sitting in the garage.".

Now my world had been completely switched around. 

I was seriously flustered, completely off balance and for some reason Mark seemed to be smiling like the cat that just ate the canary. All my pleasing plans and calculations were backward and crashing down around me.

All this time, it hadn't been Suzanne's "shadow" at the window. 

It hadn't been Suzanne watching me remove my Speedo to stroke my oily hot cock. 

It had been Mark. Mark was the one watching as I oiled up my ass cheeks and got them golden brown. Probably while stroking his large cock. 

Mark was the one watching me drop my Speedo by the poolside to jump in naked. Probably while squeezing his large, full balls.

Mark had watched me parade around naked, but somehow now I felt even more exposed.

There was something else at work here as well........

An strangely exciting loss of control was overcoming me coupled with a sense of "heaviness" that made my arms and legs feels like lead weights. 

His prick had now swelled considerably and was clearly bent out sideways, straining for release from his tight Speedo.

He made no attempt to walk away or cover up his obvious excitement. Oddly, I was making no effort to conceal my noticing it. 

"So, you mind if I jump in?" he asked. 

Without any reply from me Mark threw his towel over a chair and head off to the water. 

"Come on in...join me," he said and invited me into my own pool. 

I couldn't help admiring the barely covered globes of his tight ass as he walked away. My cock was aching badly for uncertain but exciting reasons. 

Mark stepped to the exact spot that I'd jumped in from numerous times, turned and slowly removed his Speedo.

Not once did his eyes leave mine. Not once did my eyes leave his long, impressively hard cock. He displayed nine or ten inches of thick man meat that was perfectly curved out and up with a large, well defined head at the tip. Just before jumping in he grazed the underside of his prick with a finger and it twitched upward slightly. 

A half hour ago I'd have thought what a lucky girl Suzanne was....but she was far from my mind now.

With a bound, I was up and heading poolside. The flow of this river was too great to swim against. I wasn't thinking clearly and unable to stop the world from spinning out of control long enough to change my mind. 

I was simply being driven.

I felt completely caught, exposed and maneuvered by this man, but my cock was raging hard and my tight Speedo scraping it feel good. 

Without a moments hesitation the swimsuit was off and I let him see my small, stiff cock throb openly. 

He'd seen me nude before, that I now knew He'd seen my hard cock before I knew as well. 

He'd seen my hard cock and he'd come for it....and that got me hot. 

"Come to me," he said. 

That's exactly what I did. I swam to him and spread my legs when he grasped my balls. I put my hands on his muscled shoulders as he steered me towards the wall. I looked straight into his deep blue eyes and closed mine just as our lips touched. I accepted his wet tongue and kissed him slowly while pressed between the wall and his wet, hard body. 

His prick was long and thick and my hand ran up and down its stiffness under the water...it was exhilarating. He held me softly but firmly by the balls, keeping me afloat with legs spread.

My acceptance of his passion grew, overcame me and I held onto him. 

Spinning, he twirled us like dancers towards the nearby stairs till he was seated on the top step. He led and I floated after him, sliding between his stretched out legs and up to his hard cock as it stuck out of the shallows. 

I took him into my mouth. 

My lips clamped down onto his large, hot cock and immediately began working it. His was my first taste of cock and I was powerless to it. Relentless but slow in my sucking and stroking of the thick and powerful shaft. 

This was a true man's cock and commanded respect. I was giving it that and much more.

I massaged his balls gently. Kissed and licked his flat, defined stomach. Sucked down on his deliciously stiff pole with a sense of pleasure never felt before. 

I was used to feeling powerful and was accustomed to conning myself into thinking I was. I was learning for the first time the irresistible power of helpless submission and it was a revelation. 

He'd spent hours watching from that window....fantasizing, jerking off and planning how to get my mouth wrapped around him. I'd done the same....only thinking of his wife. 

His plans had become reality and something in me had been switched on, unleashed. My cock was rock hard. All my senses heightened as I sucked his man meat. 

He smiled quietly and watched, the look and feeling of a Victor to whom worship is due. He leaned back, his full, hard prick contrasting beautifully against the crystal blue water. 

My mouth crawled up him and worshipped him devotedly. 

Totally content to be his vanquished loser and loyal subject. Totally content to jack off this wonderful prick and suck it like a fag. 

Hearing him moan I wrapped my lips around him with urgency and pumped with lips clamped down tight. My throat was open and eager for his cum. 

I'd watched and jerked off to countless videos of men sucking cock, often times leaving my hand covered with cum. Still, I'd always passed it off as a temporary release and somehow continued to view myself as some hetero stud with a small cock. 

That myth was shattered now. 

The ease by which I'd fallen told different. 

The relative quickness of my response and surrender said the opposite. 

The way I was sucking on this man's dick head....needing his beautiful hard cock...proved the point. 

I knew what to do because it was instinctual.

I gloried at the feel of the swollen dick head in my mouth. Yearned to lick his balls, bite his nipples and suck on his ass because my own hard cock confirmed it was right for me.

I was stiffer than any woman had ever made me and a hard on doesn't lie. 

When his first cum shot flowed up, I slurped it down hungrily. I did the same with each succeeding load till I'd drained him completely and continued to suck his deliciously softening prick for some time after. 

My fate was sealed when he turned me over in the water and kissed my deeply. Sliding a hand behing his head, I pressed his mouth tight and returned his affections with newfound meaning. 

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He'd suck my cock empty that day. Make me cry out loud enough to be heard over the fence tops. Although I was his for the taking, he'd not fuck me. 

The next day I didn't do any work. The computer stayed off, as instructed.

He'd told me how it would be and my cock was swollen in anticipation as I lay naked in bed, waiting for Mark to enter my open home and come to my bedroom.

I was now to sleep with one of my dildos or butt plugs stuffed inside me. So I'd be ready for him. The toys I'd used on others were now mine alone....to use on myself but not control. He let me suck him, becoming enslaved by his stiff strength once again, but I'd not taste his cum this day.

It would be like so many times before in my bed, except this time my lover had the power. This time, I was the one giving it up. 

This time, it was my cherry that got popped and I was the one who'd cum in submission....and like it. 

It was my cock's turn to drain cum because of Mark's deep, hard thrusts into my ass.

It was my turn to moan with pleasure and whisper blissfully as he filled my hole.

It was my turn to be the bitch. 

He took me from behind first. Holding me firmly with big hands while he plowed me good. 

A swim and a shower refreshed him and I was thrown onto my back and ravaged with legs held high...hole exposed completely.

The depth he was able to get this way was breathtaking and soon I was holding my legs back for him, begging him for more. 

Cum spewed over my chest just before he unloaded into me again. 

Eventually, I'd get to fuck the sultry Suzanne. Many times in fact. 

Many times I'd eat her delicious, soft ass or suck on her large, stiff nipples but increasingly it happened only under her instruction and always under Marks watchful eye.

His cock deep inside me, where we both liked it most. 

Buts that another story now isn't it?



Switched Pt. 01



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I pick you up at the airport and try to hide the giddy anticipation that has been my constant companion since I got news of your intention to visit.We had known each other for most of your deployment and even though I knew that a real life happily ever after for us was as illusive as the clouds on a clear day the idea of having you here in the flesh, of finally being able to touch the man who had captured my heart against my better judgement made me light headed. 

You are even better than your pictures. Better than your emails and PMs and IMs would ever have let me believe. Your body is strong and sculpted the way a man's body can only be when you do actual work for a living. This is no gym body. This is a man's perfectly sculpted pecks and absolutely gorgeous ass.

I picked you up at the airport and I had intended to show you around the city but the sight of your body had me hungry to get you alone first so I decided to run us home and save the tour for after when we were well fucked and sated. You dragged your bag into the house and I marvelled at your ability to pack your life into a duffel bag and carry it with you. Of course I realized that it wasn't the entire contents of all your worldly possessions but given your nomadic lifestyle...it was close.

We walked into the front hall of my house, me ushering you in and shutting the front door with a bang. You dropped your bag on the floor and looked at me with a cheeky grin. "Oh you do have the whole package don't you babe." I whisper as my hands go to the zipper of your jacket and pull it down and away. Your jacket falls to the floor with a thunk and your head bends down to capture my lips. Our tongues tangle together and my heart skips a beat at the feel of your hands cupping the sides of my head, tilting my face up towards your mouth. Oh I have wanted you for so long and to have you here in front of me, with your arms wrapped around me is more than I can believe.

I feel your hands on my jacket. Feel the zipper being pulled away and then another thunk as it is slid down my arms and onto the floor beside your own. My hands reach up to the buttons of your shirt and I start to unbutton them. Frowning at my fingers as they stumble in their excitement, I tug the fabric out of your jeans and after undoing the first few buttons I growl in frustration and end up pulling it off of you over your head. You chuckle deep in your chest at my impatience and your hands wrap around my wrists to still their progress as they tug at your jeans to get them off of you. "Patience sexy," you say and you give my lips a sharp nip to punctuate that thought. "Wanted you so bad for so long, love." I am nodding before I can think. "Want to take some time with your beautiful body. Want to take hours." 

This brings a whimper to my lips and my hands strain against yours as my body pushes forward. I hear your chuckle again and then your lips swoop down and take command of mine. You flip me around and push me against the wall of the foyer and I feel your leg step forward and nestle itself between mine. You bend your knee slightly and then I am riding your thigh and you grab my hips and encourage me to grind against you. I comply with a slow stoke that seems to edge my arousal up notch by notch while giving no hint of relief in sight. I again try to grab for the buckle of your belt and again your hands grab mine and you stretch my arms up and out with your longer arms...pinning them to the wall. 

"Show me how much you want me, love" you whisper as you press your lips near my ear so close that I can feel the tickle as you speak. "Please Babe," the whimper from the back of my throat is a sample of my need for you. "Want you so bad, babe. Please." My head bangs back and hits the wall with a thud and I moan as I feel your lips press into the oh so sensitive skin of my neck as you trace my collarbone. I feel the wet lick of your tongue as it pokes out a tiny bit and traces a line across my throat and then slowly retraces the same path. 

You are still holding my hands in place and I am intensely aware of your strength as I try to pull against your hold and find myself unable to move. Again I moan, this time with increasing desperation. I want your cock filling my pussy, my mouth, my ass. I want you over me pressing down. I want so desperately to feel you inside. To feel the hot blast of your cum as you stake your claim. I pull against your hold again but you are immobile and my breath catches at the thought that you will let me go only when you are ready to. Another broken "Please." escapes my lips and I can hear the need in its broken sound.

Your lips have not stopped their teasing caresses and I can feel the curve of your smile as you hear me plead for more from you. "T-tease." I accuse as for the third time I pull against your hold and am again only reminded of your power. Your only response to my accusation is a cheeky "Yep" and you pull my hands over my head and capture both of my smaller hands in one of your own which leaves your other hand free to begin playing with the hem line of my short dress. It is much shorter than I would normally wear and I wore it with the express purpose of driving you crazy. I can see by my current predicament that I was short sighted because I am the one being driven to the brink.

"Baby," my voice rises on a desperate note as I feel your hand tug the hem of my skirt up. I am wearing only a skimpy thong and stay up stockings underneath so the curve of my ass is available for your touch and touch you do. I feel the roughness of your hands against the soft skin of my ass and I feel you dip your fingers into the cleft right before my cheeks part. I feel your caress and I am intensely aware of your proximity to my most sensitive bits of flesh. My head has begun tossing against the wall and my mouth is releasing a near constant stream of breathy whimpers accompanied by the occasional moan as you explore the soft globes of flesh and the sensitive valley between them. 

A gasp of shock is wrenched from me when I both feel and hear you slap my ass. "Get to the bedroom. I want you naked." I turn to obey and you grab my arm...."Leave on the stockings." I feel another smack across my ass and then you release my arm with a grin. I head to the bedroom and when I reach the door I look back at you over my shoulder and say "You are so going to pay for that slap baby..." I pause for just a moment and at your lifted eyebrow begin to remove my clothing as directed but still mutter under my breath "when it's my turn."

I take off everything but the stockings just as you had requested. I can feel the cool air kiss my exposed skin and I look towards the doorway and start when I see you leaning up against the jamb. "Get on your hands and knees, love." you say and you motion towards the middle of the very large bed. I go to the bed and get on hands and knees and look back over my shoulder to see what you are going to do. You are leaning in the doorway, with a look of studied nonchalance but I can see the glitter of desire behind your cool facade. Your head lifts up and I see that playful glint in your eyes again and know that tease is fully in charge. I grin back at you and wiggle my ass a second time. "Come and get me soldier boy," I say with a husky growl. Again I hear that chuckle of yours that I have become addicted to and I watch your unbuckle your jeans and push them and your underwear down in one movement. I crane my neck to look at your beautiful nakedness and I am in awe. "So beautiful." The words come unbidden to my lips and you grin at my look of awe and lust.

"Stretch your hands out in front of you but keep your ass up in the air." I obey your command and feel like a pagan sacrifice stretched out before you with my ass up and all of me offered up for your touch. I feel the first touch of your hands on my skin. Your hands are confident and sure as they glide over my back, waking up all my nerves and building the craving that has been simmering between us for so long. My skin feels hot, almost feverish and I shiver as I feel your hands tap my thighs farther apart and then slide to the slick flesh nestled at the apex of my thighs. "Baby," my head drops down as all of my concentration focuses on the fire you are building as you play with my pussy. I feel your fingers make slow circles around my hole and dip quickly inside to gather my juices and then glide on to circle and play with my clit. "Baby, please....baby, please." I am hardly aware of what I am saying. All I know is that I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. 

You climb onto the bed behind me and I feel the hair of your thighs touching my own soft skin. You hold your cock at the entrance to my pussy and I feel you circling through my juices and I moan my need. You really are an incredible tease and if I could have gathered my scattered wits I would have begun contemplating all the ways I was going to torture you to pay you back. But you have my wits scattered like leaves in the fall grass and all I can do is moan. Finally I feel your cock enter me slowly and fill me up. I gasp as my pussy clenches in gratitude and I feel the glorious friction as you begin to pick up speed and fuck me in earnest. Your hands are on my hips holding me in place and I feel you reach one of your hands to grab at my shoulder so that you can fuck me harder. "Oh God, Baby." The sensations are almost too much to bear. The feel of your hands on me and your cock in my pussy. The whisper of your breath on the skin of my back. I feel surrounded by you, covered by your touch. 

"Mine." you whisper and now you are fucking me hard and deep and I am moaning constantly. I feel my senses tighten and then tighten some more as my orgasm approaches with a grip like a fist and I know that I am holding my breath, forgetting to breathe as I get closer to my release. I hear your breath rough and panting behind and above me and then you lean forward and bite long and hard at the skin at my neck and that is the last touch that I need to push me into oblivion and I am flying. Moments later I hear you groan your own release and feel the pulse of your cock within me and the hot jets of your cum as they mark me yours. Both of us fall forward onto the bed. Your cock is still inside of me for a few more moments as you soften and by mutual agreement we adjust slightly so that we are curled into each other as we drift off to sleep.



Switched, Reversed, & Conquered



"You know, Michael, you're a fucking liar!" she spat, sitting up in bed and staring at the blonde male.  "You'll get yours one day!"

Mike grinned, his blue eyes glinting.  "Sure."

"FUCK YOU!" she screamed and threw a heavy shoe at his head.

"FUCK OFF, BITCH!" he screamed and grabbed the girl by the throat.  "Don't you EVER raise your voice to me or throw ANYTHING at me ever again.  I'll snap you like a twig."

She nodded.

"Understood?"

"Understood," she seethed.  "But you will get yours."

"Whatever," Mike laughed.






Switched Roles



As I entered the room, I was pleased to see my expectations unfold before me. My beautiful male sub, Marcus, on his knees with his head bowed. I walked over to him and laid my hand on his head.

“Did you accomplish all of your tasks?” I asked. I knew he had but I wanted to hear his answer.

“You know I did madam. I did everything you asked of me.” He said humbly.

“Since you have been well behaved, I have a treat for you. Tonight you are the Master and I am your sub. You have only to tell me what you want and I will do it for you.” I said as I stuck out my pink tongue.

“Don’t stick it out unless you mean to use it wench. Get on your knees. I want you to give me the best damn rim job that you can come up with. We will go on from there.” He said as he stood up, smirking.

All I did was grin once up at him before lowering my eyes to that of a humble sub on her knees before her master. I pulled off his pants and silk boxers and rolled him over onto his stomach on the bed. I licked him and dug my tongue into his tight asshole the way I knew he liked it.

I could hear him moan softly as I licked the space between his balls and his ass. I sucked his balls gently and dug my tongue back into his asshole. I slid my tongue out and slid a finger in its place and gently wiggled it around. He bucked and moaned a little louder as I massaged his balls. I added another finger along with the one already there. I wiggled them around and gently nibbled on his ass cheeks with my teeth. I took my fingers out of his ass and started to lick away at his ass again, digging my tongue in deep.

“Baby, don’t stop. Damn you are good.” He muttered roughly, his voice husky with desire and pleasure. Even though He couldn’t see me, I looked up and smiled

I wiped away the excess spit, making sure to catch it up on my fingers and slowly ran my fingers up and down his balls and arse. I played with his balls and rolled them between my fingers and leaned down to kiss them, sucking them into my mouth, trying to be careful not to scrape the sensitive skin with my teeth.

“Play with my ass more baby. Your tongue feels so good.” He voice was so guttural; it was almost incoherent.

I ran my fingers around his butt cheeks and spread them wide so that I had easier access to his ass. I flicked my tongue around the tight ring of his anus before digging my tongue in and licking him deeply. I slid my tongue in and out of his ass while my hands massaged his cheeks and held them apart. I stopped licking his buttocks and nipped gently at his cheeks while I slid two fingers into his asshole again and wiggled them around, sliding them in and out.

“You like that?” I whispered in a sultry, sexy voice “you want more?”

“Ohhh yes. I love it. Keep going.” He moaned out.

I rolled him over onto his back and brought his legs over his head so he could watch me as I licked and loved his ass with my tongue. I massaged his balls and cock with one hand while I licked his ass. I love the way his ass tastes. I dug my tongue in deep and kept it there as I ate his ass hungrily. I soon reached around to the bedside table and got the vibrator that rested there. I turned it on and held it against his asshole without pushing it in yet. I smiled when he gasped and writhed under me. I leaned down and kissed his beautiful anus and gave it a big lick before I shoved the vibrator into his arse hard.

I wriggled it against the inside of his rear a bit before I slowly slid it in and out. While I fucked his asshole with the vibrator, I took his now hard pulsing cock into my mouth. I flicked my tongue across the head of his cock and slid my tongue down the shaft before taking the whole thing in my mouth Sucking on him, I slide the vibrator in and out of his ass, slowly at first. I increased the pace, matching the rhythm of the vibrator with my sucking on his cock. I sat between his legs and grabbed his cock with one hand, gently stroking it. My hand thrust the vibrator into his ass while my other hand moved up and down his shaft. My thumb passed over the head before my hand went back down the shaft. 

I left the vibrator stuck in his ass and massaged his balls as I moved down in between his legs. I bent my head down and kissed the tip of his manhood lightly and then again harder as I took him into my mouth. I caressed the head with my tongue, making little swirls. I took more of him into my mouth while my hand that was massaging his balls went back to the vibrator. My tongue glided down his shaft and came up and circled the tip and moved back down again. My head moved up and down faster and I sucked a bit harder. This time I was rougher when I massaged his cock. I rubbed the spot between his balls and his ass. I twisted the vibrator a couple times and turned up the vibe a little higher. I rammed it into his ass again hard.

“You like that you nasty little boy?” I asked. I got a moan in reply.

I leaned down and gently nibbled his balls and the inside of his thighs. I licked my way up and around, from his balls up and down on his cock then down to the ring of his asshole. The vibrator continued to work on his ass. I could hear him moan as I worked him over. As I massaged his balls I could feel them start to tighten. Just as they were about to explode, I began sucking on his cock again, all the while continuing to fuck his ass with the vibrator.

I took his cock into my mouth and tongued the thick vein that ran down it. I flicked my tongue at the head of his cock and on the underneath side, anywhere that I knew there was a place of heightened sensitivity. My tongue and mouth were there to tease it to orgasm. I deep throated him until he couldn’t help but explode in my mouth. All of the attention to his ass and balls drove him over the edge. My ever-pleasing mouth drank up all of his cum.



I could feel him shudder as he was racked with pleasure. I took the vibrator out of h is ass and replaced it with my tongue. I dug in for one last taste while looking up at his face. Seeing the pleasure etched there made me smile.

“Was that what you wanted master?” I asked contentedly.

“Yes it was baby, but don’t think that you are done for the night. I want you all night long.”

And so I was at his delicious beck and call all night long. Soon after I cleaned him up, he tied me to the bed face down and fucked my pussy. He pounded my cunt until I thought I was going to break, orgasm, or both. But he stopped right before I could do either. Damn his hide, he was as good at teasing as I was. He untied me from the bed and took me to the bathroom. He took me up against the wall in the shower as we were both cleaning up again. I could feel his cum mix with the juices from my pussy as well as the sweat and water that were coming off of us. My breasts were pressed hard against the tile wall. His cock slid in and out of my pussy with ease. 

“Damn you are a horny bitch aren’t you? Well that just means that I am going to have to fuck you like a bitch in heat since that is how you are behaving.” He said in my ear. As if struck by inspiration, he suddenly turned off the water and dragged me out of the shower. “Stand there and don’t even think about moving from that spot until I get back.” He growled.

I could hear him on the phone, calling up a couple of his buddies. I was thinking, “Marcus, its close to 1 am, don’t you think its kind of late to be making a phone call?” Apparently not since as soon as he got off the phone he came back into the bathroom with me standing where I had been left, shivering. 

“Well good news bitch.” He said to me “My friends will be here in ten minutes and you will be fucked the way you deserve.” He was smiling as he said this, and I felt ill at the thought of what I had gotten myself into. It was going to be a long night indeed.

His friends were over in less than five minutes. All five of the guys that came over were big men. About 6’ 1” or taller and all of them weighed about 200 lbs. I never did learn their names. Marcus came over to me and snapped a collar around my neck. 

“Get on your hands and knees bitch,” he said as he knocked my feet out from under me. I did as I was told with no other choice.

He ‘walked’ me to the living room where the guys had gathered. I was led to the middle of the room and was told to stick my ass in the air. I did so and as soon as it was up in the air, a hand smacked my wet, naked ass hard. I yelped in surprise and was beat over the head with a magazine and told to keep quiet. I felt a smooth cool substance being spread on my cunt and ass and realized that they were lubing me up. I was right. No sooner were they done then I felt the beginning of a long night.

The first cock entered my pussy with no problem. I was still dripping wet and was horny as hell. The first one didn’t last long, he fucked me hard and he came in me and then the second one took over. He lasted a little longer than the first guy did. As he fucked my ass I could remember hearing him say something like “Damn Marcus, your bitch has a nice ass. I want to fuck it until it bleeds.” And he did but it felt so good at first feeling his hard thick cock slid in and out of me. Eventually, I could feel it start to rip my ass hole as he pounded into my ass with the force of a lust-powered piston and my ass became very sore. He finally came in my now-bloody ass with a loud groan of satisfaction.

The third, fourth, and fifth cocks decided to take me at the same time. The third one took my ass, which hurt a lot and stung like hell, the fourth took my well-used pussy, and the fifth decided that my mouth needed to be kept busy for a while. The cocks in my pussy and ass decided to bang me at the same time. It would have felt wonderful at the time, if my ass hadn’t been bleeding and sore from being so abused. As it was, not much sound came out as cock number five was fucking my mouth. He had a nice cock. It wasn’t so much long as it was thick. And it had a nice rigid vein that ran the length of it. I ran my tongue over it as I sucked him and I could feel more than hear him moan in pleasure. Three and four came about the same time that five did. My body was over flowing with cum. I felt sticky and dirty but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

I think I passed out because I woke to the sound of the clock in the hall chiming 6 am. Dawn at last. The night was over finally. I looked around and found that I was still in the living room. I also found that Marcus had taken off my collar and had fallen asleep with a pair of manacles on. He must have thought that I was going to punish him for last night. Well I would have to think on that. I put a blanket over him so he wouldn’t be chilled and went to my room where I took a long hot shower and got dressed. I let Marcus sleep some more while I made and ate some breakfast and thought about what I would do with him. I can hear him start to stir and wake as he realizes that I bound his wrists. Now that he is awake, I am going to go fuck Marcus again.



Switched Up Costumes



 Authors Note: As most of you who frequent my stories can guess, these entries are typical length for me. Lots of story development and of course LOTS of good titillating action. I hope you all enjoy them and of course VOTE (Preferably with 5 starts)! Enjoy! M. 

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When I got married I had no idea that my sister came along as a packaged deal. I don't mean that to sound mean. I care a lot for my sister-in-law Amanda. She and my wife Julia could easily be twins, even though they're two years apart in age. Amanda is over frequently. And by frequently I mean sometimes as much as every other day. She's pleasant and I have become fond of her over the last ten years. We've joked around that she's my second wife, but we all know that it's only in jest and that she's actively seeking what she calls a "reasonable facsimile to what my sister captured".

Yeah, I'm pretty handy around the house, I make a decent amount of money, I'm reasonably attentive to my wife's needs and oh yeah, my wife has apparently expounded to her sister on my virtues in the bedroom. Needless to say both Amanda and Julia share all their secrets. I kind of wish I had a sibling I was that close to. I rarely talk to my brothers and see them even less frequently.

Amanda is a sweet woman. Like my wife, she's kind, funny, good looking, even at thirty seven, and to be honest if I hadn't met Julia first there's a good chance that I would have been attracted to Amanda. But all things being equal I'm more than happy with my life with Julia and wouldn't trade her for anything, and I do mean ANYTHING!

My wife enjoys socializing and going to and throwing parties, which is generally fine with me, except for one rather nagging issue; my work schedule is far from fixed. My wife can count on her regular Monday through Friday eight to five schedule, but mine is rarely that nice. I can get sent off at a moment's notice to go fly across the country to solve a problem, or get scheduled to go to a customer site for a routine upgrade. Most times I don't know what my schedule will be more than a few days ahead. Even weekends aren't sacred. I have been sent out on Friday afternoon and not made it back until the next week. 

Obviously this schedule issue has been a difficult one for my wife's planning of parties and social events. On more than one occasion I've missed parties she has planned at our own home because at the last minute my schedule changed. In general the best I could do is to "intend" to go, but I rarely commit to show up on a weeknight. So when Amanda came to convince us to go to a Halloween party in the middle of the week I wasn't particularly enthused. Don't get me wrong, I think I'd enjoy a good costume party, but planning almost three weeks ahead? I couldn't guarantee that I'd make it. 

It took a whole week for Amanda and Julia to convince me to go to this particular party, not because I was averse to going, but because I doubted that if I carried out all the required planning, getting a costume and everything, something wouldn't come up and make it impossible for me to attend.

A full week before the party, Amanda, Julia and I went shopping for costumes. In my case I quickly settled on Captain America, a selection neither of the ladies seemed to appreciate for some reason. Both of them were pushing me toward much more revealing costumes. 

Being women I wasn't surprised in the least when they had trouble deciding on a costume. I saw oh so many costumes being tried on, some traditional, some rather revealing and a few in Amanda's case, rather sexy. I suggested that they go as twin lady Godiva's but of course that got slapped down rather quickly with more than a scowl from my wife. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't exactly like my wife being ogled that way, but I wouldn't at all mind getting some good long views of Amanda's body. I'd seen some flashes over the last few years, but long looks have been quite missing. Oh well...

In the end it seemed that my wife was leaning toward Cleopatra and Amanda seemed to find a scanty fairy costume pleasing, although each had two other selections they were toying with. With my costume reserved and a promise from the girls to call the next day and confirm which they wanted, there was little left to do but wait for the appointed date.

Three days before the party it happened. I knew it would. I've had too many birthdays, anniversaries and other special family events side tracked because some customer's equipment went down and the more local field service technicians couldn't resolve the issues. So instead of going to the party I'd be sitting in Pittsburg thinking about my wife dressed as Cleopatra, at the party, wishing I was there to take advantage of it. My wife let me know she was very disappointed, but she understood and I encouraged her to go anyway.

As it turned out, I got things going quicker than expected and was flying home in time to be at the party, well mostly. I was going to be late, by a long shot! My wife phoned me while I waited for my flight to board that Amanda had picked up my costume and it would be waiting for me at home. All I had to do was change and come to the party.

To be honest I was tired. When I walked into the bedroom at home well past eight, the last thing I felt like doing was going to a party. I wanted to drop into bed and take a nap, for like three days! But the suit bag on the bed had a note from my wife attached. "See you at the party. Come find me!"

Yeah, you guessed it, I was going to go to the party and skip the nap. I opened the bag and to my surprise found not a captain America costume, but roman soldier uniform!

"There was a mix-up at the costume shop. America was gone, welcome Roman Centurion! A. PS. Julia said you'd never wear it like a true Roman. They didn't use briefs back then."

I looked at the costume. It looked more like a short dress than a soldier suit. I stripped off my shirt and pants and picked up the costume. I slipped the short dress on, the bottom of the cream colored linen skirt only coming down to mid-thigh. I pulled on the plastic breast plate to my chest and buckled the leather straps in place. I shook my head at what I must have looked like as I placed the plastic leggings on my shins and strapped them in place. 

Almost all the way dressed, I strapped on the short sword and then lowered the helmet down over my head. I walked to my wife's full length mirror and looked at myself. The costume really did look kind of like a roman soldier I'd seen in a lot of the movies. The helmet came down and covered more than half my face. I doubted anyone could really tell who I was. I walked back to the bed to pick up my car keys and looked down at the note again. 

"PS. Julia said you'd never wear it like a true roman. They didn't use briefs back then."

No doubt it was a challenge by Amanda. The question was, would I take it? She knew I had a hard time resisting a challenge. I reached under my skirt and slid my briefs down and stepped out of them, tossing them on the bed next to the note before turning to head out of the bedroom.

It wasn't a long drive to the party, a little less than fifteen minutes to the main building of the country club, but it was still past nine when I got there. Now all I had to do was find my wife. 

I walked into the party wondering just what my wife was wearing. I suspected it was the Cleopatra costume, but it could have been the female Greek warrior outfit just as easily. I didn't expect it would be too hard to find my wife, she was after all, my wife. If I couldn't recognize her, who could? 

I mingled into the crowd on the first floor of the absolutely huge two story building, hoping to find her in the first floor ballroom. If not it seemed there would still be a second floor above, a deck, a patio and of course miles of golf course to look for her in. How hard could it be?

I searched my way across the first floor ballroom without finding my wife. Along the way I realized why the ladies liked these parties so much. The anonymity that the costumes allowed obviously proved to be a great enticement to flirt and play. It was almost tempting to follow the sexy lady mafia boss when she suggested a private place to explore what neither of us were wearing under our costumes, one hand slipping up under my "skirt" teasing my half hard cock. She had on a form fitting pinstripe dress that showed a significant amount of cleavage and only went down to her mid-thigh. Her fishnet stockings were clipped directly to the white frilly hem of the dress. Unfortunately playing wasn't quite on my list of things to do, even as tempting as this was. 

I was beginning to understand the allure of this party for Amanda. It was a smorgasbord of potential sexual encounters, between the alcohol being consumed and the costumes, if the guys were as hot on the trail as the ladies as a few of the ladies seemed to be on the trail of guys, she had to be having a great time.

I was most of the way back across the ballroom, planning on heading up to the second floor when she stopped me. "Well, hello warrior." The tall thin woman wearing a rather intriguing sorceress costume cooed as she practically materialized in front of me. She was easily half a head taller than I was, but then that could easily have been the knee high black spike boots. She wore a full length black dress with a high spiked collar. The black material fit tightly around her waist and stomach, clinging to her body as it flowed up and around her large full breasts. The tops of her breasts and the deep exposed cleft of cleavage were creamy white and visible nearly down to her nipples. 

"Hello. Elvira I presume?"

"Oh, I'd never be so presumptuous as to impersonate a legend. No, I am but a humble temptress." She said in a deep sultry voice, one foot stepping slightly forward and about a foot to one side, splitting the long black dress practically to her navel. "Do you see something you like?" She asked, the jet black curls on her exposed mound matching the jet black hair cascading down her shoulders from under the black crown that covered her face above her nose. 

"You are most certainly a temptress." I answered with a gulp. "A most beautiful and alluring one at that." I added, staring at the triangular shape of a light tan line encompassing the black curls and full round lips. 

"I'm glad you think so. I do try to make an impression." She cooed, stepping closer to me her arms reaching out to encircle my neck as the front of her dress closed across her exposed pussy again. "You're making quite an impression as well. The bulge you wear so proudly bears witness to a prowess equal to those of your military exploits."

"I'm not sure I've any military exploits to brag about." I answered with a tilt of my head and a smile at her rather unique approach. 

"Oh but you're wrong. You see you've already conquered my heart, you've but to collect the spoils of war." She said, pressing her body against mine, her full breasts pressing to my chest, my cloth covered cock pushing against the gap of her dress as if it wished to spread it and tease the treasures within.

"Unfortunately my heart is already captured by another." I answered her as she lowered her face down in an attempt to kiss me.

"That is unfortunate. Maybe I should cast a spell upon you to that will entice you to fully embrace the power that is evident and thrust it to its full advantage, impaling me and driving us both to the pinnacle of victory."

"It is unfortunately a trip that I am unable to make with you my temptress, though the offer is indeed tempting." I said as her lips brushed mine.

"Are you sure? Just think how wonderful my soft silky confines would feel surrounding your large firm appendage, your powerful thrusts lifting up into me, making my unbridled mounds dance in unison with your deep advances. We would feel each of your strokes as you push us both along the path to that final victory, your surging seed forcing up into me and filling me as no other potion could do."

"It is indeed tempting, and my firm appendage as you call it seems to be calling for release from its confines, but I believe I should save that for the temptress that stole my heart many years ago." 

"As you wish, however if you change your mind, I am but a spell away and ready to accept your advances." She whispered as she let her arms fall from me and her body slide away from mine and into the crowd as silently as she had appeared. 

I was just heading to the stairs to head up when an arm wrapped around my waist. "Hey big man. You got a date or you just cruising to find a young attractive and totally drunk babe to take advantage of?"

I turned around expecting maybe Amanda or my wife, but instead was face to face and chest to chest with a young lady in a seventies style tiedye dress. The mask covered a good portion of her face, but not enough to keep me from recognizing a young woman that lives down the street. I'd seen her lots of times jogging past while I mowed the lawn or worked on other yard stuff. She always looked pretty damn good in the spandex outfits she wore, some of them awfully damn revealing, but this...well this outfit was just plain spectacular. My cock almost immediately started to get even harder than the temptress had left it as my mind started undressing her. "I'm actually looking or my wife." I answered truthfully, thinking that what I was thinking was already pretty badly out of bounds, let alone where I could feel her hands moving.

"Hmmmmm I think I saw her head this way." She said, taking me by the hand and pulling me out of the ballroom and down a long hallway. 

I followed willingly until she turned and pulled me into a small room lined with coat rails and hangers. "Now, how about we just find out if you're really a true roman soldier? I hear they didn't wear anything under those uniforms." she cooed as she turned to face me, her hand reaching for the hem of my uniform skirt. She pushed the front of the uniform up and wrapped a hand around my mostly hard cock, grinning at me while reaching for one of my hands with her free one. She pulled it down to her own skirt, and then under it, pressing my fingers against her bare pussy. "I was hoping you were coming to this party." She said huskily. "A little birdie told me you had an invitation."

"Yeah, um... Mrs Jenkins, right?" I asked, wrapping one hand around her wrist and trying to pull it out from under my skirt while pulling mine back from under hers.

"Shhhhhh no names." She whispered urgently. "Besides, its miss, not missus, but you can call me Darlene. I've been watching you for a long time. Seems like the perfect chance to do a little exploring." She said, just slightly above a whisper, her hand pulling mine back down to her pussy. "Can you feel how wet I am? How turned on I am for you? " she whispered as she pressed our hands against her bare pussy and rocked her hips slightly to grind herself against them. "You know, this dress comes off awful easy and I'm completely totally naked under it. How bout it? Wanna go sneak off onto the golf course and see my hot naked body in the moonlight?"

"I think you're drunk." I whispered back, withdrawing my hand, somewhat reluctantly, from between her legs.

"Not so drunk I can't enjoy a big cock, which is exactly what I'm feeling here. How about it Roger, wanna go fuck like bunnies on the eighteenth green?"

"I think I'd better not. I promised my wife I'd find her."

"Oh phoo. We could have had so much fun." She said with a sigh, "What's she wearing?" Darlene asked with a very disappointed frown.

"I think she's wearing a Cleopatra."

"You don't know? Didn't you come together?" she asked curiously, stepping back toward me so her breasts pressed against my chest plate. "In that case, why don't you let me give this big cock a little workout? Mmmmm yeah it's big all right. Come on stud. Fuck me. I've been watching you working outside for so long. Every time I run by I feel my pussy get soaking wet, just like it is right now." She said as she lifted one leg and pushed my cock down, closing her legs around it so it was trapped between her thighs and her definitely wet pussy lips.

"This isn't a good idea." I answered, thinking I needed to move, but my body objecting to the idea in strenuous terms.

"It's a great idea." She moaned, her hand gripping my arms tightly as she began bucked her hips, driving her pussy back and forth across the top of my cock. "God yes. I wish it was inside me. Wanna put it deep into me?" She moaned softly.

"I don't think that would be a good idea at all." I answered, my own hips seeming to stroke in time with her own at the sensation of her soft thighs and wet pussy lips caressing my rock hard shaft and head.

"I've been trying to tempt you, wearing oh so little when I run past you. Do you like seeing my tits bounce? Can you tell how wet my pussy is when I run by? You know, I never wear any panties, not ever. God I so often want to stop and just show you my pussy, pull my shorts down and bend over so you can put that cock into me."

"Seriously?" I groaned, realizing that she was right, her tits were always bouncing pretty freely, she also often wore very short shorts, sometimes loose, sometimes skin tight.

"Ohhh shit. I'm gonna come!" She squeaked as her legs trembled and her body gave little jerks and spasms. "Ohhhhhhhh fuck. One of these days I'm gonna just stop by your yard, throw you down and fuck your brains out." She panted as she stood there, my cock still stuffed between her thighs, both my shaft and her thighs coated with her cum.

"Maybe some day I'll let you." I groaned, pulling my cock back until it withdrew from the hot crevice it was nestled into, my mind screaming at me to just turn her around and stuff it deep into her pussy. She stepped toward me again, hanging onto me, not at all willing to let me go yet, looking down at the tent my "skirt" was making.

"You know, if you want I know exactly what it takes to make that smaller." She said with a grin. "I can suck it or fuck it or stroke it or even let you slide it between my tits and squirt it all over me." She said with a grin, reaching both hands down to close around my cock, neither hand able to close all the way around its girth.

"Maybe some other time." I said, finally getting my brain back into control, pushing her hands away from my cock. 

"Well, just let me know." She said tight lipped, as she turned and hooked an arm though mine. "Now to find your wife. I did sorta promise, didn't I?"

"Sorta, yeah." I answered as she guided me out of the room and back toward the stairs, 

I let her lead me up the stairs, her arm in mine until we reached the upstairs ballroom. It was filled with people milling around in all kinds of costumes. If anything it seemed that the group on the second floor contained even more sexy and skimpy styles of outfits. I saw a cave woman that had barely anything on except for a leopard print mini-skirt and animal print bikini top, several cheerleaders and a French maid with an off the shoulder mini-dress that seemed to be bursting at the seams. For a moment I thought I saw my wife wearing a pair of black fishnet stockings, a black leather bustier and a collar with a black bowtie. The white bunny ears and pom-pom tail completed the outfit. I couldn't really make out her face behind the mask attached to the ears, but my wife wouldn't wear that kind of outfit anyway. Amanda on the other hand would have no qualms about wearing an outfit that revealing.

I took another quick look, thinking that if it was Amanda, she was definitely attractive in that outfit, an outfit that was attracting quite a bit of attention from the guys. While she seemed to be rebuffing their advances, I had no doubt that before the night was out she would select one lucky guy to sample. "Not seeing her." I finally said, turning to go back down the stairs.




Switched Up Costumes



"Maybe she went outside?" Darlene suggested. "We could go out there and check. Maybe take a little walk in the moonlight?"

"Look outside, yes. Walk in the moonlight? Probably not." I answered as we descended the stairs.

"A girl can hope, right?"

"I suppose hope is free." 

"Mmmmm. Hope definitely isn't free. She charges two fifty an hour. Me, on the other hand, I'm free anytime you want." She said, squeezing my arm tightly for a moment and giggling girlishly.

I looked over at her, stunned by her comment as my mind placed the name "Hope" as the wife's name of a couple that lives a few doors down from us. I'd met her out taking evening walks a few times. Very good looking young black woman, as I recalled, very curvaceous figure and rather large breasts. 

"Yep, that's right. Hope...Didn't know that one, did ya?" she asked with a giggle. "Those huge tits and she sells feels and fucks. Me. For you honey I'm free free free!" She said with a sigh. 

I was still at a loss for words when I saw what looked like the Cleopatra outfit my wife had been looking at, across the patio. She was standing with her back to me, talking to a tall woman wearing a rather elegant looking witch's outfit. "I think I see my wife. I better head over there." I said, gently trying to disengage Darlene's arm.

"Okay, but don't forget about me!" she said, blowing me a kiss as I left her behind to make my way across the patio.

The long blond hair was a dead giveaway. I didn't need to see my wife's face to put two and two together. With a grin I walked up behind her, slipping my arms around the wrap around backless dress adorned with a variety of gold trim and jewelry. "You're mine now." I whispered in her ear unable to hear her final words to the witch across from her. I winked at the tall spell caster and smiled as I gently pulled my wife backwards against me, my hardon pressing against cleft between her butt cheeks through the thin dress. I was kind of surprised to not feel any panties restricting the movement of the thin dress between the soft globes, and already knew from the backless dress she was sans brazier. 

"Kind of surprised to find you this unbridled." I whispered as I rubbed my hardon against her. "I was already pretty turned on, but finding you like this makes me wanna sneak you off to one of the holes and play a little gulf."

"Mmmmmmmm," she replied softly, a grin on her face as she turned it to give me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Why wait?" she whispered, reaching a hand around between us to find my hardon and squeeze it through the material of my skirt. 

"You want me to take you here?" I whispered back incredulously. 

"There." She whispered, nodding toward a small building on the corner of the patio near the gate leading to the pool. She stepped away from me, her hand releasing my cock and grasping my arm. She pulled me down the wrought iron fence to the gate. She pushed it open and pulled us through it into the closed pool area. She pulled me quickly to the small shed and around behind it, the small eight foot square structure the only thing separating us from the crowd milling about on the patio.

She turned to face me, quickly squatting down in front of me and lifting my skirt to expose me. My wife had on rare occasions sucked me, but the occasions were rare and only when she was extremely turned on. Her mouth closing around my hard cock telegraphed to both heads that the advances of the guys around here had apparently got her motor already running. 

"Oh lord." I groaned softly as her hot wet mouth slid up and down my shaft, one hand following her lips and spreading the wetness up and down the length of my shaft. I felt my fat mushroom head press against the end of her throat several times, almost as if she was considering trying to take me deeper, but each time she pulled back, concentrating instead on my head and the spot under the head that was so sensitive.

It had been a long time since my wife was this aggressive, let alone in public, and I was enjoying every moment of it, but I definitely wanted more, or to be more specific, I wanted to put my cock someplace besides her mouth.

I reached down to my wife and tugged at the shoulders of her dress, trying to coax her to stand up, which she did after a few moments and a few more trips up and down my shaft. As she stood I let my hands slide down the front of her dress, which I was pleased to find spread apart rather easily. I coaxed the material wide enough to allow both her large round breasts to protrude into the moonlight, the bluish tint making her creamy white skin glow tantalizingly. 

I expected some protest from her, but instead was met with a surprisingly wicked little smile as her hands moved to the gold belt around her waist. Instead of closing her dress back up, she slowly, very slowly, unfastened the belt, allowing it to drop to the ground at her feet, her hands falling to her sides at the same time.

The dress, almost as if it had a mind of its own, coaxed by the top of the dress spread around her full breasts, spread apart. I looked my wife up and down admiring her beauty in the moonlight, my gaze stopping at her pussy, which was shaved smooth. I'd known my wife to trim her blond bush, or more specifically, allowed me to trim it, but completely shaved was something she had only done once, although I understood her sister had been coaxing her to go bald again. 

"Wow sweetie. You're shaved." I whispered. 

She nodded silently, the corners of her red lips turning up sharply in a pleased smile as she slowly turned her back to me. Looking back at me, she swept the dress to one side, leaving her looking almost completely nude except for the dress hanging over a portion of her back and the sandals tied to her feet. She reached for the wall of the shed, placed both hands on it and slowly pushed herself back, sticking her ass out at me invitingly. 

I didn't know what the hell had gotten into her, the drinks, the costumes, the full moon? And at that moment I really didn't care. I stepped up behind her and hiking the front of my own skirt, aimed my saliva coated cock at her now waiting pussy.

"Ohhhhh," I heard her moan as I pressed my fat head between her lips, rubbing it slightly along her slit to coax it into the entrance to her pussy. 

"Oh yes." I groaned as I pushed my already wet shaft between her lips, feeling her tight almost velvety smooth tunnel engulf me. I pressed slowly forward, my hands sliding from her firm round ass up her body to the middle of her back. It only took me a few moments to slide them around her sides and cup both of her round breasts, grasping her nipples between my fingers the way she always enjoyed when I took her from behind like this. 

I pulled back, leaving only my head in her hot pussy and plunged quickly into her, driving my cock fully into her hot wetness and drawing a sharp "Uh" from her lips. I pulled back again, her back arching slightly in time with my stroke. I pushed in quickly again, enjoying the feeling of her tunnel caressing my fat head as I plunged in until my head bumped against her cervix. "Yesssss." She hissed, as I repeated the trip again, driving not only my cock into her, but also our mutual desire several steps higher. 

"Oh damn sweetie." I groaned as I started plunging into her faster, pushing and pulling my mushroom head along her silky tunnel walls. Maybe it was the night or the setting, but she felt so damn tight tonight, and so...wanting. She moved with my strokes, allowing her body's motion to compliment my own, the mutual sensations quickly driving us both toward climax. I held her breasts, their mass rocking and swinging beneath her, my fingers still clamped to her nipples enhancing the sensations that had to be flying through her body. 

"UH!" She grunted loudly as her legs trembled beneath her, threatening to give way as her orgasm started to wash over her. I could feel her pussy contract around my cock, drawing me the last few fractions of an inch toward completion. 

"Oh fuck honey! I'm coming!" I groaned as my body jerked, jamming my cock deep into her pussy and surging a huge gush of hot cum into her. Time and again my body bucked, adding to the copious load that I had already deposited inside her, her whole body shaking and trembling in orgasm. 

I stood there panting for what felt like half an hour, my hands teasing her breasts, and caressing her body with my fingertips. "I guess we better get you dressed." I whispered, pulling my shrinking cock from her pussy. In the moonlight I could see a small gush of our cum slip from her and ooze out, dripping to the pavement as she still stood, her ass pushed out at me, allowing me to take a good long look before she finally stood back up. She smiled as she re-wrapped the dress around herself, squatting down to pick up the gold belt. 

It only took a few moments to fasten it back in place, completing her costume again. She stepped toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She slowly kissed me, her lips teasing mine seductively, almost as if she wanted more. 

"You took the first dare, brave enough for a second? Go to the second tee and wear nothing but your helmet." She whispered before slipping her arms from around me and stepping back. She gave me a seductive wink and then walked along the railing to the gate and back into the crowd. 

I didn't know what she was up to, but I was confused. What second dare? I don't remember reading another dare. Did I miss something? I always thought I knew my wife pretty well, but I wasn't sure I'd ever seen this side of her. Had to be the alcohol, although I didn't really think she looked the least bit drunk. For that matter, if she was it was on wine, which is what she had in her hand when I saw her the first time. No, I was confused to be sure, but even though I'd just come, I was still quite horny. Hell I'll admit it. Given the chance to fuck his wife naked on the golf course what guy wouldn't do something dumb like stripping naked and sitting like a dumbass waiting where just anyone could see him. 

Yeah, I was just crazy enough to head out there and at least think about it. I walked through the pool gate, along the big windows of the downstairs ballroom and off onto the paved path leading to the first tee. I wasn't exactly sure how to get to the second tee without walking the first hole, so that's what I did, right down the middle of the fairway.

The second green wasn't far from the first hole, just a stone's throw really. In the moonlight it was easy to see that there was a large raised area of grass to tee off, with a pair of benches on one side. There was a large buffer of trees dividing the green from the other portions of the course, only the paved path to the tee and the fairway being clear of trees. The end result was that even in the middle of the wide open golf course the tee area was fairly secluded. As I looked around I wondered how my wife knew that this even existed.

I walked over to one of the benches, took off my breastplate, leaving me in my leg guards, helmet, sandal and oh yes....my skirt, and sat down, not quite ready to strip completely, even out here.

"I see the spell I cast worked even better than I had imagined." I heard a soft sultry female voice say.

I jerked my head around to the direction of the sound and saw the raven haired temptress from earlier in the evening standing against a tree by the paved cart path I had walked in. "Huh? How?" I asked standing up.

"Oh quite simple really. It was no trouble to follow you out here, except of course high heels on the fairway. But then mother nature has been kind in that respect, the ground is almost as hard as this pavement." She said pushing herself off the tree and stepping toward me a few steps. "Now as I was saying, it seems my spell worked better than expected. Here you are, alone, and here I am, alone, a nice secluded place for a rendezvous." She said as her hands moved to the front of her dress and started undoing the row of buttons running from the deep V of her cleavage down to the split in the dress. She seemed to take one step for every two or three buttons undone, the split of the dress spreading wider and wider as she came closer, until finally the dress parted completely, exposing a creamy white strip of skin from her toes to her neck. 

She shrugged the dress off her shoulders, letting the long sleeves slide down her arms, freeing the dress to pool on the grass behind her as she continued walking toward me, her body now nude except for the high heels and the mask covering half her face. "I don't think..." I started to say as she stepped closer, so close in fact that she had no problems reaching for my shoulders with her hands.

"Shhhhh. Don't spoil the spell." She whispered, pulling the think linen dress off my shoulders and pushing it down over my hips. It fell to the ground around my ankles as I tried to back up a step. I was blocked by the bench and my momentum, as small as it was, forced me to sit back down on the bench, naked now from my knees to my face. "Mmmmmm perfect." She cooed as she moved closer, her hands moving to my chest as she settled on her knees on the bench, one on each side of me. "Ohhhhh quite perfect." She whispered as she lowered herself down, her wet and now spread pussy lips pressing against my hard shaft.

"I don't think this is such a good idea." I said quietly as she moved a hand up to pull my face toward one of her large round tits, her hard nipple begging to be sucked. I opened my mouth and allowed her nipple and puckered areola press into my mouth, my tongue quickly finding the hard nub and swirling around it.

"Ohhhhhhh yesss. That's it. Play with my nipple. I love having my nipples sucked." She cooed as she reached down between us and found my head with her fingers, teasing it gently as her hips started to gently grind against my shaft. "Mmmmmmm so nice." She moaned softly.

I continued to suck her breast, drawing her nipple in deeply and letting it slip back out between my teeth before going back to teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Each time I let it slide between my teeth I could hear her moan softly with desire, her fingers pulling my cock harder against her pussy as she rocked until my head was disappearing between her lips with each stroke.

"Oh god yes. Take me, take me all the way!" She cried softly as she lifted herself up far enough to press my cock fully between her lips and into the entrance to her hot soft tunnel. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck yes!" she groaned quietly as she slowly lowered herself down my shaft, her velvety wetness engulfing me inch by inch. I lifted my hands and cupped both big breasts, letting her rigid nipples stick between my fingers as I hefted each soft round orb.

"Oh damn." I muttered as my head pressed against the end of her tunnel. She pushed her body back from my face, gripping the back of the bench tightly and began to bounce herself up and down my shaft.

"yes...yes...yes..." She mumbled over and over. "Feel me around you, your strength pushing into me, stretching me, filling me. Ohhh so good. God yes so good!" I heard her whisper, more to herself than anyone else. Up and down she bounced, her moans and cries, while soft, inching up in pitch with each passing minute. "I can feel you so deep inside me, pushing every little spot so perfectly. God you're going to make me cum, make me cum all over your fantastic cock. God yes...so close now. Are you ready? Can you feel my pussy coming around you?" she squeaked as her whole body trembled, her pussy clenching and spasming around my shaft as her orgasm washed over her. I could feel the wetness of her cum leaking from her around my shaft and dripping down my balls to the bench.

I continued to squeeze and play with her tits as she sat on me, panting for breath, her hips wiggling every so often to keep my hard cock moving around inside her.

"Oh god, so good, so powerful. What I wouldn't give at the moment to feel you pounding into me, your fat cock stroking deep into me and thrusting against my ass. Mmmmmmm How about it? Fuck me? Fuck me hard, right here? Right on the grass here?"

"I don't think that's in the cards." I heard from behind her. I looked past the woman sitting on me and saw my wife standing there, her arms crossed in front of her chest irritably.

The temptress turned and looked, shocked at first, her body tense on my lap. Slowly she softened, and finally lifted herself off my cock. I could only see part of her face, but the smile on her lips was unmistakable as she climbed to her feet, her eyes never leaving my wife.

"So my spell has caught more than one? Interesting." She said as she walked to where my wife stood about ten feet or so away. The temptress reached for the belt about my wife's waist and loosened it, letting it fall to the ground. My wife stood there and allowed her to not only remove the belt, but to also spread the dress apart, exposing my wife's naked body. She continued to push the dress until it fell from her shoulders, leaving my wife completely naked except for her face mask.

I couldn't hear what was said, but whispers passed between the two, the temptress turning to look back at me with an absolutely naughty grin. She took a wide cloth strip my wife had in her hand and stepped around behind me, gently reaching the material around me and tying it around my helmet, blocking my view from within. "Keep this on, do exactly what you're told and I promise you'll enjoy every moment to come." She whispered from behind me.

"Wait, how do you...." I started to protest, my hands reaching for the cloth over the front of my helmet.

"Shhhhhhh. All is well. Be patient and enjoy. Make no noise and just enjoy." She said, her hands capturing mine and pushing them down next to me. "Trust her, you'll enjoy every moment of this!" She hissed softly as her hands pulled from mine.

I thought I heard her move away, but I really couldn't be sure. I was left in silence for what seemed like several minutes, just sitting, naked, blindfolded on a bench in the middle of the golf course. I was about to pull the blindfold off and leave when I heard whispers. Two female voices, but I wasn't able to tell who or what they were saying.

I felt a pair of hands on my legs, reaching and searching as if their owner couldn't see where her hands were. The hands slid up my tights and closed around my mostly softened cock. "Ohhhhhh." I groaned softly as my cock was enveloped by a hot wet mouth, the owners tongue teasing around my head as she licked and sucked my cock. 

Another pair of hands pressed against my chest, the arms circling around me from behind. I heard a whisper, a whisper that was very familiar. "Relax and enjoy this." My wife whispered in my ear.

"Enjoy this?" I asked myself silently. My wife telling me to enjoy having someone else suck my cock? I had no idea who it was though, no clue at all, and I was supposed to just sit here and take it? For that matter, why didn't my wife have an absolute conniption fit when she found me with another woman on my lap? Hell they seemed to know each other too. Oh hell.... I thought as the sensations in my cock drove the thoughts away. "Hmmmmmmmm that's nice." I whispered.

"Shhhhhh not a word." My wife whispered again in my ear.

The mouth on my cock made quick work of getting me fully hard again, as if that wasn't going to be easy anyway after the temptress's little encounter. I was actually disappointed when the mouth left my cock, a disappointment that only lasted a few moments. I felt the hands move, change positions on my cock, and then the wetness of a pussy wrap around my head. "Mmmmmmm," I groaned as she settled on my cock, an extremely wet pussy sliding easily down my shaft. I felt her bare ass press against my thighs, my hands reaching for the creamy orbs to hold them as she began to ride up and down my cock.




Switched Up Costumes



I heard my wife whisper in my ear again, very quietly, very softly. "Does it feel good, sliding all the way into her?" 

"Uh huh." I grunted in response, the pussy wrapped around my cock sliding faster with each passing moment. She was quickly driving me toward a climax that was sure to fill her full after the tease I had gotten not so long ago. I almost couldn't help myself, pushing my cock up into her pussy with each stroke she came down with, the two of us moving in unison. I could hear her pants and moans as my cock worked her pussy toward its own orgasm, one that seemed to only be moments away as her strokes grew erratic and her pussy began to clench and spasm around me.

"AHHHHH!" I heard the woman on my lap cry as her pussy clamped around me, my cock suddenly surging a gush of hot cum into her as my body bucked up into her. Time and again I felt my cock spurt more hot wet cum into her overflowing pussy as she sat on me, grinding her pussy down on my pulsing shaft. I let my hands slide up her body, finding bare breasts, large and round, hanging down from her heaving chest, her nipples rock hard in my hands. 

The two of us sat, our bodies coupled by my still pulsating cock, my hands playing gently with the tits in front of me. I alternated between squeezing them playfully to stroking my fingers all around them, her nipples never dropping from their rock hard state. The longer I stroked her breasts, the more she began wiggling on me, my cock still deep inside her. To my surprise my cock started to harden inside her, her ass wiggling and grinding on me until I was finally hard enough for her to start riding up and down my shaft. 

Up and down she went, but only for a short time. I felt her stop and her hands find mine on her breasts. She covered my hands and leaned forward, coaxing me to lean with her. She continued to pull until we both rolled off the bench to the ground on our knees, her in front of me, my cock still embedded into her wet pussy.

What happened next came quite naturally. I began to slowly stroke in and out of her pussy, each stroke squishing loudly as I pumped my fat cock into her cum filled pussy. I continued to hold her tits, playing with and squeezing her nipples as her tits hung down below her. I stroked in and out, over and over again, driving my cock fully into her until my thighs beat loudly against her bare ass. 

In and out I went, my fat mushroom head stroking the walls of her pussy, the soft wetness teasing every inch of my length as I went in and out, my head banging against the end of her tunnel just as my thighs slapped wetly against her bare ass. Each impact made her tits want to swing and wiggle below her, the large soft mounds held in place by my fingers clasped around her nipples, my palms holding only a little of their weight. I so wanted to see what this woman looked like, this stranger I was enjoying fucking so completely.

I could hear her moans and mewls as my stroking cock slowly worked the two of us up toward another climax, this time the process slow and steady instead of urgent. The slowness felt....right. Not too fast, not too slow, but just perfectly matched with each other. Her pussy seemed to feel just right around me as well, not to tight, not too loose, just caressing me comfortably as if it had been enjoying this pussy for many years. The combination made the experience all the more erotic. Here, fucking a strange woman, the two of us nude and blindfolded in the middle of a golf course. I had no idea if anyone other than my wife was watching. For that matter the whole party could be out here watching on bleachers and I wouldn't know it. 

For some reason that thought made my cock swell a little larger, drawing another moan from my partner. Her hips rocked in time with my strokes, making each pass of my cock into her slightly different than the one before, both of us softly moaning and panting as our mutual orgasms slowly inched their way up. 

I knew I was close, but didn't know how close until a new sensation entered the picture. I felt a pussy pressed to my face, the strong scent of arousal pungent in my nose as the wet lips were pressed to mine. I reached my tongue out and gently licked what was presented to me, a sopping wet pussy, full outer lips spread wide allowing soft inner lips to protrude, waiting to be teased and licked.

I suspected she was shaved, no curls being pressed to my face as a hand pulled my face tighter to the pussy in front of me. I licked up and down her slit, my strokes getting harder as I focused in on the clit, licking and flicking it as I continued to bang into the pussy below me.

My mind finally couldn't take the combination of sensations any longer and it caused my body to jerk, jamming my cock deep into the pussy before me as it surged a gush of hot cum into her. My helmet fell from my head, freeing me from the blindfold as my body jerked a second time. 

In front of me was my wife's body, my face pressed to her shaved mound, her hands kneading and pulling her own tits and nipples, my cock buried into another body with long blond hair her own orgasm shaking and shuddering through her body. My wife pulled away and allowed me to see the whole scene below me, my cock pumping its load into the pussy of a woman on all fours that looked very familiar.

To the side were two costumes laying in a heap, one being my wife's Cleopatra dress, the other, a black bustier, mesh stockings and the distinctive white pom-pom bunny tail. The ears and mask were laying there as well, the blond in front of me blindfolded with a wide ribbon. 

I looked up at my wife, the mask now removed so I could see her whole face and realized that it wasn't my wife, but Amanda. I looked around quickly, and realized that the two had for some reason switched costumes. But if so....I had fucked Amanda by the pool, and now I was fucking my wife...but she didn't know who she was fucking did she? Did she think I was a stranger? Did she know it was me?

I pulled my cock from her pussy and gently pushed her over so she rolled onto her back, her legs spread, our cum leaking from her onto the grass. She had a very contented smile on her face. 

I leaned myself down over her and gently kissed her lips, a kiss which she returned eagerly and affectionately. "Definitely Jack." She said quietly, sliding her hands down my body to my bare ass, squeezing it with both hands. As if in answer to my unasked question she whispered, "Amanda bet me I couldn't tell if I was fucking you or a stranger. I told her no way I wouldn't know my own husbands cock."

I smiled as I finally understood. Amanda had gotten her wish, which was to get me to fuck her, and at the same time set up a perfect covering situation so that my wife would never know unless one of us chose to tell her. With her still blindfolded she didn't even know that Amanda was naked, or that I had licked her pussy.

"Did she taste good?" My wife whispered.

"Huh?"

"I know she was having you lick her. I asked if she tasted good, compared to me of course."

"Different, but how?"

"Silly man. I could taste pussy on your face. Unless you've been busy between someone else's legs, that's her pussy on your tongue." She said as she reached up and skimmed off the blindfold. She looked at me and then over to her sister, still standing naked in the moonlight. "Well, now that is interesting isn't it? Didn't know you were going to get completely naked in front of my husband, but then you've been trying for the last couple years."

"Well, you know me sis." Amanda said with a sheepish grin on her face.

"Did you trick him into fucking you too?"

"Trick me?" I asked, feigning surprise.

"You're a horrible liar honey. At the last minute she wanted to switch costumes. I can only guess that she got you to fuck her thinking it was me. You did didn't you?"

I sighed. "Yeah, and I'm embarrassed to say I was pretty slow catching on."

"So you didn't know it was me you were fucking just now? You were letting some stranger fuck you?" She asked, almost angrily.

"In his defense, I was standing behind him coaxing him as if I were you, so in a way you told him to." Amanda said as she came over and knelt down next to us. "But I have to admit, he fucks better than anyone else I've ever had. God what a cock."

"You're telling me sis?" My wife said, finally breaking back into a smile. "I suppose that means that I'm not going to be able to keep you away from it now, am I? she asked, staring straight at her sister.

"Wellllll...." 

"Yeah, that's what I figured." My wife said quietly with a frown. She looked back at me and started into my eyes. "Was she good?"

"She was pretty good, but she wasn't you." I answered honestly.

"I better not find out you're lying to me!" my wife said in mock anger, poking a finger at my nose before breaking into a laugh. "Okay. You win sis. You can fuck him when you want, as long as you leave enough for me. I don't want to come out on the short end with my own husband."

"Sweet sis. Now, do you suppose we can get him hard again so I can ride him? That little quickie we had at the pool house really just wet my appetite for a really good fuck."

"He's all yours." My wife said, rolling me off of her. She got up and picked up her costume. "Just bring him back when you're done." She said with a smile before turning and walking off, still naked, holding her costume in her hands.

"So I have a question."

"Only one?" she asked as she climbed across me and settled on my legs, her hand wrapping around my cock.

"Well several, but let's start with the temptress."

"Oh, Tiffany? You like her?"

"She was...unique. But that's not what I wanted to know."

"Oh Jack, you mean you don't know by now?"

"Know what?"

She grinned down at me, released my cock and then bent over, reaching her lips for mine. She kissed me long and soft, the kiss growing more erotic with each passing moment. "Yours isn't the first tongue that's licked my pussy."

"No, I know that, but..."

"Yes Jack. She's licked my pussy...many a time. I wondered what she'd do with a cock, given the chance to do it without anyone knowing who she was."

"So you two...you know."

"Uh uh. We fuck each other. We lick and suck and grind our pussies together and use double ended dildos sliding in and out of our pussies. Sometimes we even use a strap on cock and fuck like a guy. Does that turn you on? Do you want to see us fucking ourselves, or better yet, watch us and then join in, pumping us full of your cum or squirting it all over the two of us?" She asked in a soft sultry voice.

"Oh damn." I groaned.

"Oh you would. Your cock is already getting hard at the thought. Maybe I should invite you over some time when we play, but if you want me to, you have to fuck me. Fuck me hard and long, and trust me the rewards will be abundant!" she said with smile as she rolled off of me, lifting her legs into the air and spreading her pussy wide, the bright moonlight illuminating her body for me to see completely for the first time, a body that I now knew I would be seeing, touching and tasting very much more in the future.

Who says sisters can't be nice?