2 comments/ 20276 views/ 3 favorites A Quiet Night In By: ChristinaSophia He touched my face gently, tracing away from the corner of my eye to the corner of my mouth. I closed my eyes as his hand felt my lips, and then rested on my cheek. "You are pretty," he said. "Thankyou." "Excuse me?" He sounded upset, and looked at me sternly. I corrected myself: "Thankyou, master." He jerked his head up in a brief nod. "Better." He looked at me critically, his eyes fumbling down over my skin. "I want you to stand." I did so, and he looked at me fully. He wasn't ashamed of watching my breasts as I breathed; he had no reason to be. He stood and slowly circled the bed, so he was beside me. I didn't move. He walked around me, examining every part, stopping directly behind me. His fingertips trickled down my bare sides and I shivered. His hands stopped and remained on my waist. "Remove your bra." I did so, with his hands still on me, touching me. He then it in one hand and put it aside. For a moment we stood, him directly behind me with his hands on my hips now. Gently, he pushed me toward the bed. "Lie across the bed." I lay down silently. There was a small mound in the sheets, pre-placed pillows stomach to raise me from the bed slightly. The clamps felt cold as he locked them around my ankles. When he came around to the front of me I could see his bare legs; he had taken his trousers off. He knelt slowly, giving me a glimpse of his cock; I couldn't look without asking. He cuffed my hands, also, to the bed, and then blindfolded me. "No peaking. I know you do, and you're a very naughty girl." "I am sorry." "We'll see what happens to bad girls." I gasped slightly, more in excitement than fear. I lay spread-eagle, my flimsy lace panties becoming damper; I felt so exposed, and at once complete and secure with him. For a moment, there were vague noises of movement as he unpacked what he needed and prepared. He never liked to get his equipment too ready until I was ready, so there was no way I could see what he had in store for me. I felt the bed move under his wait, and knew he was beside me. His hands flickered along me once more, down my back. I shuddered, and I knew I was getting wetter. My breathing was becoming loud and, in part, gasps. He touched the insides of my legs, tracing my calves. Then he stopped. There was a pause, so long, it seemed, that I wondered where he was. I heard nothing but my own breaths, and felt no change. Then there was a cold rip as he tore one side of my panties. "You do wear such silly little things." "Yes, master," I barely managed to say. "Pardon?" "Yes, Master!" I cried as he tore the other side. "I would change them if they displease you, master!" "I know you would," he said as one finger slid over the crotch of the terrible, broken panties. "You're wet." I nodded sharply. "Very wet." "Is it wicked of me?" I felt his finger move down between my butt cheeks and lift away the ruined cloth. "No." I felt his tongue flick between my legs, tasting the wetness. "Not at all," he said, with a tone of approval. He sat up slightly; I could feel his weight shift on the bed. "Do you know what I like, my rose?" I tried to tell him no, I didn't know, but as I went to speak the words were torn from me by a sharp, pleasant pain as he spanked me, once on each cheek. "I like..." he hit again. "...nice..." Smack! "...round..." Smack! "...reddened..." Smack! "...bottoms." Smack! "And this is for being bad." Smack! Smack! Smack! I gasped. Waves of pain, surprise and pleasure washed over me. "You have a most delicious bottom, when it's lovely and red. And it feels so warm." He reached forward, underneath me, grabbed my already erect nipple and twisted it between his fingers. "Do you like pain?" "A little, master. I like to please you." "Do you like this?" he asked, twisting the other nipple. "It feels different. I like it sometimes." "Gooooood." His hand slithered back down my side and toward my glowing ass. The flesh felt hot and sore. As he ran his fingers over the red areas, I squirmed a little. He paused, and then continued toward my pussy. He circled my pussy and I quivered, pushing myself slightly down toward his hand. Again I felt his hand cross my ass, spanking each of my cheeks twice. "That's very impolite. Be more patient, my rose." "I'm sorry, master." He took his hand from my ass and held his fingers just at the edge of my cunt for an instant. Suddenly, he entered me and his fingers became a flurry of movement. I writhed against his touch and moaned, and he hushed me. "You're so excitable; we have all night." His hand was removed, and he put it in front of me. "Taste yourself." I lapped at his fingers hungrily. With his other hand, he had reached for one of his toys. He tan the dildo down my back and between the cheeks of my butt, and then into me, pumping it in and out and round as I sucked on his fingers. Only a little of the taste of my cunt remained, but I liked his fingers and nibbled them suggestively, hoping to encourage this treat he was allowing me. I came quickly, and wished I had lasted longer. He moaned with pleasure. "I like how you cum," he declared. "Lick this clean and you might get a treat." He put the dildo in my mouth and I cleaned it. It tasted so strongly of my cum; I had never tasted that until that day. With his hand, he held it steady while it was in my mouth. "Suck on it. Show me how you give head like a good little slave." I sucked on it and I licked it, trying to show him as best as I could, until he pulled it out. "You are so rude." "Yes, master." "You need something...more..." His voice simply drifted away and I wondered what he had planned. I felt a hand inside me again and moaned, "Thankyou, master." It quaked and twisted, writhing within me. I could feel my juices flowing. I was so horny. He moaned in pleasure, replacing his hand with a thick vibrator. He fucked me with it for a moment, and then switched it on. Gently at first, it shook within me, then he etched up the pulsation step by step until it was nearly on full. But I knew it wasn't, and I knew he could do so much more. And he left me with it. I felt the head of my master's penis brush my lips. I opened my mouth to take it twice, and each time he moved it away from my reach. I wanted to taste him so badly. I wanted to please him. My tongue reached out and found nothing as he teased me. I closed my mouth again; he rubbed the head against my lips and around my mouth. He waited, rubbing himself against me, until the next time I moaned. The vibrations inside me were becoming too much. As I opened my mouth wide, his hot cock squashed my cries. He thrust it deep twice, then edged out a little way, letting me suck on him. As my body began to shudder with the increasing pleasure of the vibrator, he grabbed a handful of my hair and got a steady hold on my head so he could fuck my face. Through his thrusts, I managed to moan and squirm, and I came. He pulled himself from me for a moment, letting go of my hair. I sagged down onto the cold mattress. I could still feel his thick vibrator inside me. He turned it up, and it shook harshly against the walls of my cunt. I was tired, but I wanted more. I wanted it so badly, and he knew it. It shook inside me for a moment, and I lay in peace, enjoying it. Through the glowing heat of my tender ass, I felt a cold relief as he rubbed some kind of lube around my asshole, and then, inside it. I moaned quietly and squirmed, and he knew I loved it. He took his finger away, and put inside me a butt plug. It sat comfortably, and I could feel the two toys clashing through the thin membrane between my full pussy and my butt. As I came near to cumming again, her turned the vibrator off and wedged a pillow between my legs for me to fuck myself against. It slowed me down, but I was still tingling all over and gasping hoarsely for air. He lifted my chin again and forced his cock back into my throat, deeper than before. I opened my throat and let him fuck himself against my lips again. I tried hard to keep the pillow in place, but the leg restraints made it difficult as I rubbed the protruding ends of the vibrator and the butt plug against the soft fabric. The sensations pulsed through me and I almost couldn't stand it. I came at last and quietened. He pulled out quickly, although not yet satisfied. I couldn't taste him, and although I wanted to I was too exhausted to say so; I knew he would have liked me to tell him that. As I lay there, I choked on air as I struggled for more of it. I was breathless and tired, and hungry for more. My own juices and the lube he had used were mixing in a warm smear on the pillow; I could feel it against my thighs. He took the pillow away and spread my legs wide again. I was so horny, it wasn't hard to take the plug from my relaxed ass. He rubbed some more lube around, switched the vibrator for a larger one and turned it on. As I squirmed, he grabbed my hips and held me still. He pushed me against the bed and buried his dick in my ass. He lay above me, still for a minute as he got used to the feeling of the vibrator next to him. "I like that quaking your tight, little pussy." And then he began to thrust. A Quiet Night In Tuesday night always means, for me, a quiet night in. Perhaps a couple of hours slouched in front of the TV watching a movie while I work my way through a bottle of wine and a slice or two of cake. Sometimes just an early night and a chance to catch up on some reading. Last week I was feeling a little blue and a little bored, and decided to cheer myself up a bit with a spicy evening in; treating myself to something special. Want to know my recipe for a fun night on your own? Let's start with my ingredients: one pine-framed double bed with bedside table; one set of clean, white, brushed cotton sheets; one warm cotton nightshirt, pale blue; one close-fitting pair of sports panties; one mains power extension cable; three mains timers; three lengths of soft white rope; one pair of steel handcuffs, with key; an assortment of small and large mains-powered vibrators; one roll of duct tape; one ball of string; one tray of ice cubes; one length of string, one end frozen into an ice cube; and one coffee mug. When I'd got everything together in the bedroom I took a glass of wine up, shut my bedroom door, lit a few candles around the room, and put my favourite Norah Jones CD on to repeat. Then I kicked off my trainers and sat up on the bed for a while, just listening and enjoying the wine while I got really relaxed. By the time the glass was empty, I was truly chilled out. I sat up and pulled my T-shirt over my head, tossing it across the room towards my old tattered armchair from college; it was quickly followed by my bra. Standing up, I slipped out of my jeans and panties and tossed them in the same direction. Then I sat back on the end of the bed and stared to get myself ready. First things first: the vibrators. My little friends! One was just a very basic, battery powered dildo; my first vibrator, again from college days. Not very exciting, but reliable and faithful, which is more than can be said for some people. An adventurous once-upon-a-time boyfriend with an interest in electronics had adapted it for me so it now runs off the mains, about the only lasting favour he ever did me. The second was very thin, and had some kind of gizmo on the plug end that caused it to run at randomly varying speeds. Lots of fun. The last was one of those little eggy things that tucks away so neatly in little spaces. I started with Old Faithful, greasing him up with massage oil then slowly sliding him inside me, taking my time - if you don't enjoy yourself, even when you're just getting ready, then what's the point? When I'd got him in about as far as he'd go, I got the thin buzzy one, greased that up too, and slowly slid it into my butt. Hell, if that electro-head boyfriend could see me now! He'd always, shall we say, expressed an interest in going that way himself. I didn't. Some of these guys seem to think we're just gagging for it, if only they knew the right way to ask. Well, not this gal. But here's the thing: getting that buzzing feeling right up back of things is just something else. So the buzzy gets to go where no feller every will. When they were both safely in place, I pulled on the sports panties - tight fitting, good for keeping everything in place. It only took a few more moments to tuck the eggy vibrator in between the folds either side of my clit. Then I used the duct tape, wrapped back and forth, over and under, just to make sure everything stayed where it belonged - and to secure the power leads against my left thigh too (wouldn't want them pulling out at a crucial moment!) The vibrators were plugged into the extension cable through the timers, each set to go off at different times; the first should kick in after about ten or fifteen minutes. The next priority was to secure my eventual, but not immediate, release. This involved a clever, and largely failsafe, technique. First, I tied a length of string to a little hook screwed into the back of the bedstead, and tied the handcuff key to the other end. I hung it over the front of the bedstead so it just rested on the pillows. Then I snapped the handcuffs just onto my left wrist, lay back, and made sure I could reach the key and unlock myself again. Perfect. Now the clever part. I took the string embedded in an ice cube (which had already melted a little), and tied the free end to the same hook. Putting the ice cube into the coffee mug, I covered it with as many other ice cubes from the tray as would fit in the mug, then put the mug down on the bedside table, pulling the string fairly taut. Then I simply hung the key loosely over this second, tight string. The idea was that, in the end, the ice would simply melt, the embedded string would come free, and the key would swing down into my reach. Brilliant. Finally, I fed a short length of rope under the mattress at the head of the bed, round the wooden frame underneath, and tied it off. The free end, long enough to lie across the pillows, I used to tightly and firmly secure the handcuffs. Then I wrapped tape around the knot - plenty of tape, to deter me from unpicking the knot later on, except in a dire emergency. Nearly there now. I looped a length of the soft rope around the bottom left bedpost, then wrapped it repeatedly round my left ankle, tying it off to make a comfortable but very secure restraint. It was a bit of a stretch, on a double bed, to secure my other ankle to the right bedpost, but worth the effort: I love that sense of exposure and vulnerability that comes from being spread wide open. I quickly pulled the blue nightshirt over me; if you're planning on an hour or two of just lying around, you don't want to get too cold. Then I lay back on the pillows, enjoying the stretching sensation in my legs as I did so, reached up and quickly snapped first one, then the other of my wrists in the handcuffs. Time began to pass slowly. The candlelight flickered off the walls, and the gentle music from the CD filled the room. I gave a few experimental tugs against the ropes around my legs; they were very secure. I tried wriggling a little harder, but nothing was giving way. This is part of the fun: making sure you can't escape, then trying to do so anyway. The CD changed track, and I began to wonder whether I'd managed to tie my right ankle as effectively as the left. After all, it had been a bit tricky leaning over ... I tried squirming my ankle in the loops of rope, seeing whether I could find any room for manoeuvre. No luck. A few sharp tugs confirmed my suspicion that whatever leeway there might be wasn't sufficient for a quick escape. Not that it would do much good anyway, of course. It might be a sort of psychological victory over yourself, but in my current self-inflicted predicament, what help would it be? My wrists would still be locked in steel, and even getting an ankle free wouldn't help change that much. I was stuck for the duration. I grinned to myself: this was, of course, the whole point. A couple more tracks mellowed the atmosphere, while I lay back and felt joyously helpless. Every so often a wriggle would serve to relieve stretched muscles and underline my captivity. Then a click from the first timer, and Old Faithful began to buzz quietly. Here's the game I like to play, when I'm having a night in like this: how long can I hold on? With Old Faithful I could probably hold on for hours. When the power kicked in I started getting this lovely, gentle throbbing sensation right inside me, a kind of sensual humming inside. It's great, especially when you can't stop it or control it; it warms me up real slowly, just the way I like it. I guess if I stayed that way for a good while, I'd lose it, just tip over, but it would take plenty of time. That's not really Faithful's job when I'm playing like this - it's more of a teaser, a get-you-going. When I pulled against the ankle ropes now, changing my position just a little each time, it would cause tiny movements within, shifting this throbbing hum around just a bit. I tried pulling in my knees as much as I could (which wasn't much) and had a go at squeezing the vibrator. Another game: can I push it out altogether, spare myself the sensation? Fortunately the combination of panties and tape kept it firmly in place. I lay back for a while and just bathed in the warmth, feeling myself begin to glow slightly. No-one's ever found me like this, of course; I'm careful to make sure the doors are locked and I won't be disturbed. Still, at moments like this it makes a great fantasy. I imagine some guy coming in - it doesn't matter who, some repairman or the doctor or whatever, but someone really good-looking, of course - and finding me so helpless and at his mercy, squirming for relief, embarrassed and excited at the same time. In my favourite fantasy he doesn't say a word, just pulls up the tatty old armchair and sits to watch while I build up and up and spill over. Then perhaps he unties the string leading to the key and puts it in his pocket, so he can watch it all over again! Another click pulled me back to reality for a moment; the thin buzzy vibrator started up, its persistent fizzing right up the back of me sharply alternating with the gentle hum of Old Faithful. Oh, now I was squirming. This buzzy one had the variable gizmo, so its sensations kept changing - sometimes strong, sometimes gentle, now maybe faster, then later a little slower. It became a counterpoint to the steady throb from the front, not exactly pleasurable, but hugely stimulating. I found myself pushing down against the firm mattress to alter its angle within me, causing it to press harder against me inside. My breathing was getting heavier and faster now, and I found myself tugging against the handcuffs, unsure whether I wanted to switch it all off or go to work on myself and finish the job! But the cuffs held me in their unrelenting metal grip, and I was forced to wait. I found my mind wandering back to its fantasy of being discovered, of that silent watching man. If there had been a man there at that moment, I think I would have begged him to lift up my nightshirt and caress my breasts. Surely even the quietest of observers, even the gentlest of voyeurs, wouldn't be able to resist such an offer from me, hot and helpless as I was? Please, mister, please just touch them, let your fingertips brush my nipples, perhaps kiss them softly ... I had to stop thinking about it, calm down, focus my mind. I was getting too close, too excited; I was losing my little game. I took a deep breath, and relaxed as many muscles as I could. The throbbing and buzzing were insistent, but if I closed my eyes and let the tension flood away, perhaps ... A third click, and all was lost. The egg. I hadn't realised how ready I was. Its little vibrations were like thunder and rushing water on my aching clit. I cried out loud, and every muscle in my body tensed, pulling uselessly against all the restraints. The worst (and best) thing I could have done. Muscles clenched within too, and as luck would have it the variable gizmo thingy stepped up a few notches, sending a wild fizz right up my rear. I think I screamed, but I'm not sure; my ears were roaring. The climax burst within me, an internal nova that shot its warmth down my nerves and crackled like electricity inside. Oh, so wonderful. And then I would have been finished. But ah, no. Those insistent little devices were still buzzing and throbbing. I looked up helplessly at the key, well out of reach, then over to the coffee mug. I couldn't see ice over the lip of the mug any more, so some had melted - but how much? How long would I still be stuck here? My legs were still jittering a little from that last climax, and my panties were wet through with excitement, but still the stimulation forced itself on me. I tried again to squirm myself free, but now every movement simply added to the delightful sensations of those persistent companions. Couldn't I get just a few minutes respite, a moment's relief before being forced back up again? I wasn't wriggling in my bonds now, I was writhing, writhing and hot and ready to beg for release. But beg to who? I'd put myself into this. My fantasy watcher was only in my mind. The vibrators weren't listening ... ... just buzzing and throbbing and fizzing. Irresistably. The second time I held out for a good few minutes, which I think was pretty commendable. By the end, I was shuddering, shaking, gritting my teeth with the effort and trying to hold on. But there was no denying now the remorseless wave upon wave of sensation, heightened by the feeling of helplessness. The second time I know I screamed, and bucked, and fought against the ropes and cuffs, and rode the climax fiercely, hoping to draw its sting, and loving every minute of it. I thought perhaps if I really threw myself into it, let it empty me from within, that I might drop down the other side into a calmer place. It was not to be. The third rose up within just a short while later (or so it seemed; I was losing track of time by now). It rose quickly, but teetered on the brink for what seemed an eternity. I was hanging in a kind of limbo between the normal world and some fiery orgasm. I was bathed in sweat now, pulling hopelessly against the ropes that held my ankles so firmly, crying with frustration at this seemingly endless teasing. The climax, when it came, was equally slow and powerful, a sweeping sensation that enveloped me and burst from deep inside, leaving me gasping for air. Twice more, if you can believe it, I was drawn up and over, while I struggled and cried and rejoiced and enjoyed. No matter how hard I tried to control myself, I was lost to the stimulation and sense of vulnerability. Who knows how long it had been when the key suddenly slipped loose and swung down onto the pillow, just beside my waiting hands. My fingers were trembling as they fumbled with it, trying to get the cuffs open. Another click - the last, the sound of the lock. My right wrist was free, then quickly my left. I pushed myself up as quickly as my tired muscles would allow, and disconnected the power supply to the vibrators. Relief at last. Ten minutes or so later, I'd freed myself and stumbled down to the kitchen to pour another glass of wine. Back upstairs, sitting on the bed, I surveyed the mess of tape, rope and wires now piled on the floor. The sheets underneath me were rumpled and damp with sweat; they'd need changing before sleep. I was aching and sore and filled with delight. What fun! Oh, how I'm looking forward to my next quiet night in! A Quiet Night In The night was late, and quiet. Everyone was asleep in her house as Ali put the DVD in the player under the modest TV at the foot of her bed. She lay back on top of the comfy brown doona to see what this mystery movie was all about. Her husband was off on a fishing trip with his mates for the weekend and had left a DVD in a blank case covered in red rose petals sitting on her pillow. What he hadn't realised was that Ali was having her friend Cloud over for a little girl time tonight. While they started off the Friday night slowly flipping through magazines and listening to music things turned rowdy when they got back from dinner at the pizzeria. Between the two of them they had finished nearly 3 bottles of champagne and after an hour of dancing and singing to pink and the Back Street Boys the result of Cloud passed out on the lounge downstairs was inevitable. While Ali herself was by far the better at handling the alcohol all those bubbles had definitely gone to her head and when she stumbled into her room and saw the surprise her curiosity was peaked. As she lay back Ali checked to make sure the door was shut and pressed play on the remote. There was a naked woman sitting on a lounge. She was very pretty, and looked to be in her twenties. She was touching herself. Ali watched as she smooshed her breasts together and gently squeezed her nipples. She seemed to be enjoying it immensely. An authoritative voice started to speak, he was describing her fantasies. The woman then brought her hands down to her hairless vagina and began to slide her finger up and down her wet slit. The camera started to pull back, and there were two beautiful young girls on the floor in front of her, naked, kissing and fondling each other. Doing exactly what the deep voice was describing as the woman's fantasy. The movie went on, the voice giving play by play commentary on what the two girls were doing, as the beautiful mystery woman continued to masturbate. She had never seriously thought of herself as bisexual, but the sight of it all got Ali very excited and her breathing quickened noticeably. Watching the woman touch herself so sensually was getting her aroused. It was voyeur, being able to spy on someone in their most intimate moments, and get into their head. She had often wondered what other people thought about when they masturbated and now there was a voice telling her exactly what the woman was thinking as she touched herself. Gradually more people started to fill the room, as more of her fantasies were brought into play. There was a muscular black man getting his big cock sucked by a gorgeous young blonde girl, and in a corner another beautiful woman passionately rode what the narrator described as a sybian machine like it was a wild bronco. Ali had never even heard of a sybian but from the look on the woman's face she wanted to try it. Back on the lounge the woman was now dipping her fingers in and out of her vagina, stopping only to rub furiously on her clit while pinching her nipples with the other hand. Her face was wrenched in glorious pleasure, and Ali loved the abandon she saw in those eyes. It may have been the alcohol, or the fact it felt so naughty but Ali felt her own excitement build, and she couldn't contain herself any longer. Clumsily she stripped naked and laid back on her bed, watching as the woman fucked herself with her hand. While beginning to touch herself, Ali imagined that she was part of this woman's fantasy, and she was hers, and they were fucking themselves for each other. The exciting thought of someone, a woman, watching her was making Ali's head spin with lust. If only her husband were here. She knew she would do anything he wanted right now. She felt a climax building inside of her, more powerful than ever before and she began to mimic the woman on the screen. She pulled her fingers from her wet pussy and started to lick them. Ali did the same. The new taste of her own juices in her mouth made her feel even dirtier. She had never tasted anything so arousing. Again watching the screen Ali pretended that she was licking the juices from the woman's fingers and she from her own. Her whole body was covered by a thin layer of sweat, and she began to shake, becoming aware of every part of her body right down to her toes. Every part of her seemed to be gathering pleasure and directing it towards her pussy. Ali wanted to come for this woman. Ali needed the woman to see her cum for her. She was completely lost in her fantasy and arousal, on the verge of cumming when Ali dropped her head to the side and caught a glimpse of Cloud standing in the doorway. "Oh no, Cloud!" Ali cried. She had been so engrossed in the movie she hadn't even noticed the door slowly open or the slight frame silhouetted by the faint hallway light. Ali felt her whole body become flushed with embarrassment, as she fumbled to turn off the television and cover herself at the same time. Her happy drunkenness disappearing as she wished at that moment the bed would have swallowed her up. "Cloud what are you doing? Please leave! PLEASE!" she began to shout. Feeling almost on the edge of tears until she saw her friend's hand sliding up her flat belly from the pink boxers she had lent her. They stood in silence for a moment examining each other before Cloud broke the tension. "You're so hot Ali. And what you're watching was amazing. I'm sorry I intruded but I couldn't help myself." Ali's eyes were glued to her friend's small hand pressed tightly to her belly. The pink nail polish on her short nails still glistened brightly with moisture for its previous activity. Without words Ali motioned for her friend to come to her, to join her on the bed. Laughing softly to settle her nerves Cloud quickly slipped the pink boxers down her slender legs to the ground and pulled her white tank top over her head. As she kicked the pile of clothes away she stood in front of one of her best friends, naked as could be, letting Ali take her turn to view her. When Ali once again motioned for her, Cloud quickly crossed the floor and joined her on the doona. Kicking her feet up as she lay down next to her blonde friend. "So what were you watching? It looked interesting," Cloud said, grabbing the remote from the bed and turning the TV back on. Ali immediately felt all the embarrassment come rushing back as the woman reappeared, fucking herself in the middle of her virtual orgy; But this time the embarrassment was overpowered by lust. The woman was still alone on the lounge. Her legs spread obscenely wide allowing the girls a perfect view of fingers sliding up and down her slit. Through the DVD quality sound they could actually hear her heavy breathing, the two girls kissing in the background, the muscular man getting his dick sucked, the buzz of the sybian machine and even the wet slurpy sound of the beautiful woman's fingers sliding deep into her pussy. She would use her palm to massage her clit whilst pushing one, two or even three fingers into her pussy. The woman would bring her fingers out and slide them up and down her slit through her puffy pink lips. Letting one finger occasionally explore further down past her pussy to her tight pink rose bud of her bottom. Sliding a wet finger into her ass while the other two slithered into her pussy seeking her G spot again, and moaning as she found it. They spent the next few minutes watching the movie in silence. The two girls on screen were now on top of each other in the missionary position with a double ended dildo connecting them. The muscular man to the right was grunting while he held the slender girl's head still as he moved his dick in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat. Ali thought the girl was enjoying it too because she was moaning and rubbing herself hard. The woman to the left on the sybian machine was on to her third orgasm and was screaming, they could actually see her juices flowing to the floor. And their woman was still alone on the lounge fucking her fingers with her eyes closed while listening to the male voice narrate the sex scenes. Ali was getting very excited and she could feel Cloud shifting around on the bed, pulling her thoughts away from the movie as she wondered if her friend was getting just as excited as she was. It was passing strange to be there, doing what they were. She was a flirt and had often talked and chatted with women on literotica but to actually be experiencing it, no loving it. Cloud shifted around on the bed again, and pulled Ali back to reality, forcing her to realise that she was now very turned on. She noticed Cloud was very caught up in the movie, and she could now see she her small chest rising and falling quickly. Although she knew her friend was beautiful Ali noticed, maybe for the first time how sexy she was. Even in the light from the TV her lithe figure and firm skin looked amazing, her dark hair was long and Ali's skin tingled where her friend's hair fell across her shoulder to contrast with her blonde. Looking down she started to compare their bodies understanding what men saw that made them so erotic. Her hips were shapelier and her nipples, lighter than her friends stood out proudly on her chest. Moving past their erect points she examined her friend's small patch of dark hair above her vagina shaped like a landing strip. She had only recently waxed hers clean and thought she might try a shape next time. Lost in the sight of her friend's body she began to imagine Cloud touching herself. She imagined them touching themselves together. She wanted to watch Cloud like she watched the woman on the movie, and Ali wondered if her friend had been watching her for long. She wondered if Cloud had ever tasted herself, and what she tasted like. Even in the cold night air Ali began to sweat, and her whole body started to tingle. She felt her pussy buzzing and she let out a loud sigh, she needed relief quickly. "Cloud?" Ali asked rolling onto her side facing her friend, causing her to break her intense stare from the television and turn on to her side to look back at her. "Yes?" "I want to see you." She couldn't believe what she was saying, out loud, to one of her friends! Cloud didn't say anything for what seemed like hours and just as Ali parted her lips to take it back she put a finger over her mouth and draped her leg across Ali's. "I saw you. It was very exciting. I want you to see me too." She watched as Cloud licked her fingers and hesitantly brought them down to her nipples. She looked right at Ali the whole time, like the two women on the movie as she pinched first the left nipple with her moist fingers then the right one, moaning quietly. Ali almost came right there as they looked into each others eyes, the tension and passion in the room boiling around her belly. Following Cloud's example she licked her fingers before sliding them down her neck to her breasts. Watching her friend she rolled her nipples one at a time between her fingers, massaging her whole breast with the palm of her hand as she teased herself in reflection of her friend. Dragging her fingers across the tender nipples both girls tenderised their breasts with both hands as their moaning grew louder, their inhibitions falling to their lust. "Watch me," is all Ali heard as she saw Cloud's bangle covered hand fall from her breast and slide down her tanned tummy past her belly button to disappear between her legs. She lifted herself up on an elbow so she could see what her friend was doing. Watching as her fingers danced over her clit like it was piano, dipping her fingers into her slit up to her knuckles like a well of passion and struggling to hold her eyes open as she moaned. Ali was shaking with sexual excitement and as she watched, Cloud brought her fingers back to her mouth and sucked them clean. "Oh wow," Ali whispered. "Cloud, this is so hot." She could feel the juices in her pussy practically leaking out and she leaned over further to watch the other girl fuck herself with two fingers. She couldn't wait anymore and brought her own hand to her smooth pussy. Letting her own fingers seek out the throbbing clit and as soon as her fingers touched it she almost came, it felt that good. Cloud reacted by rubbing herself faster to catch up. Without speaking they both knew they wanted to come together, looking into each others eyes. Ali flattened her finger on her clit, rubbing it in little circles while her other hand slowly slid two fingers down towards the entrance of her pussy. Her fingers felt warm wetness grow the further they travelled until she thrust them into her dripping pussy. Her hips bucked as she forced two fingers into herself, easily slipping them in up to the knuckle, searching for the G spot. Cloud made to copy her as they lay on their backs with knees bent, their sides touching and one leg intertwined. They each had one hand on their clits and the other inside their pussies. Their moaning increased and the room stank like sex as their hips began to move in unison, bucking down on to their fingers in time. All the sensations their bodies were receiving was pushing them close to sensory overload, their wet hands and warmth of someone else's body escalating their desire. Ali turned her head to find Cloud staring back at her, watching the pleasure on her face and as she moaned Ali felt her own climax begin to build deep inside her body. "I'm going to cum," Ali breathed. "Cum with me," Cloud moaned. Spurred on by her friend, Ali squeezed her clit between her fingers as she thrust her fingers into herself deeply, falling over the edge as she felt Cloud cry out. Her body shook. She couldn't breathe and her hips were moving involuntarily as the powerful orgasm exploded deep inside her belly sending her whole body tingling. The sensation was amazing, and Ali's orgasm seemed to go on for hours. While she was still cumming she felt Cloud's leg tighten around her own. She opened her eyes to see the girl cry out in a deep moan, shattered by short gasps of air as she came as well, her body shaking and her eyes closed so tightly they started to water and tiny tears fell down her cheeks. Ali was overcome at the sensuality of the moment and without thought grabbed the camera off her bedside table. Quickly she snapped photos of Clouds face in her moment of pure bliss, capturing her forever at her most honest and vulnerable. She saw Clouds eyes open and her mouth form a soft smile when she recognised the camera in her hand. They came down from their highs to realise that the movie had long been finished and the time was nearing three in the morning. Snuggling that little bit closer the girls felt secure in their nakedness and hugged like only people who will be friends for life can. With a quick kiss they held each other and closed their eyes, this time for sleep. A Quiet Night In For the benefit of any readers who can't understand that couples who have been together for 25 years and dearly love each other can enjoy an occasionally open relationship please don't bother reading any further as my sweetheart and I have had some marvellous times with a few like minded and level headed friends and intend to have even more. I was lying down in bed half asleep with the bedroom windows slightly open which gave a cooling breeze and allowed me to hear the rustling of the leaves of the trees in the woodland behind my house when I became aware of the kitchen door being opened, Cathy my wife was home. Cathy had gone out a few hours ago for 'some fun' with some friends, I knew that she had been enjoying some discreet liasons with a mutual friend of ours as she knew I enjoyed hearing about her adventures which she would tell me about not long after arriving home. She had been calling to a local club and bumping into our friend Wayne where with the rest of the crowd they would play pool, dance and enjoy a few beers, Wayne had fancied Cathy for a very long time and one evening while waiting for a cab she kissed him deeply, after that he was hooked. Cathy and I have an easy going relationship and are very much in love but sometimes the temptation of having a fling with someone one of us may be attracted to becomes strong and as long as each of us is happy about the situation then a great deal of pleasure can be had. As Cathy made her way around the kitchen I realised she was not alone as they made their way to the living room with soft giggles and happy voices floating up the stairs to me, as I lay wondering what was happening Cathy appeared in the doorway, the light music from downstairs having covered the sound of her footsteps on the winding staircase. I began to sit up as Cathy sat on the soft cotton sheeted bed next to me, her lovely 'Opium' perfume was accompanied with that bar room aroma of beer and smoke and judging by the glint in her eyes she had been smoking some grass. Her right hand slowly stroked my face, my neck, my thickset shoulder and then slowly along my arm, her fingers walking along my left hand and across my belly and then onto my stiffening cock, her adept fingers wrapped around my suddenly stiff member and then she kissed me passionately as her left hand cradled my head. Cathy's right hand squeezed and stroked my hard cock as she broke our kiss. "No, I haven't done anything apart from kissing Wayne a lot and squeezing him through his jeans, he did unzip himself and I did to him what I'm doing to you but that is all, I thought I could bring him home and play with your cocks as you sit each side of me on the sofa, you okay with that? Of course you are". Cathy looked at me knowing the answer, I am always up for a good time. "Lead on sugar tits, we don't want to keep our guest waiting". I quickly got off the bed and pulled on my robe, I wanted Cathy's hand back on my cock as soon as possible and followed her downstairs barely able to take my eyes off her lovely round jean clad ass. I went into the kitchen for a drink as Cathy joined Wayne in the living room and thought I would give them a minute or two to settle while I anticipated the coming entertainment. The background music was soft and conducive to a pleasant atmosphere, an atmosphere charged with sexual electricity and desire. Cathy and Wayne were dancing to the music, kissing while they were dancing to the music and Wayne was fondling Cathy's breasts/ through her checked cotton blouse, her lovely big breasts filled that smart cotton blouse and gave her that lovely country and western look; Cathy had stopped holding Wayne's head and was now unbuckling his belt, his right hand quickly undid his zip before sliding around to her hot round ass and giving it a squeeze, Cathy pulled Wayne's jeans and pants down allowing his cock to spring out, it didn't seem very big, maybe 5" but that didn't bother Cathy. She lowered herself onto her knees and took Wayne's cock in her mouth causing him to gasp deeply, having on countless occasions had the pleasure bestowed upon my cock which was now being bestowed upon Wayne's cock I knew why he was gasping, Cathy is very good at sucking a cock and if she's in the right mood you'll come within ten seconds. Cathy tugged at Wayne's jeans and pulled them over his feet, right foot first, a slow deep suck on his cock then she pulled his left foot out. Wayne ran his fingers through Cathy's hair, panting and gasping as her hot wet mouth worked its magic on his cock, her tongue snaking its way around and over his eager hot end. Cathy shuffled her jeans down her thighs and slowly stood up leaving Wayne's cock unattended while she pulled her feet out of her jeans, Cathy stood up straight, all 5'2" and pulled 5'8" Wayne against her and slightly downward, his cock pressing into her belly which she then took in her hand placing it between her legs and slipping into her thong, Wayne bent his knees and began to slide his cock in between Cathy's black lacy thong and her very lovely hot moist pussy whilst burying his face in her soft sweet neck, Cathy kneaded Wayne's head with her small tender hands as his cock stroked back and forth against her now wet and eager for action pussy. Pre-cum was running freely from Wayne's cock making for some very slick sliding action as he slid back and forth, Cathy's thong keeping it on track as it began to open her wanting pussy, Wayne knelt down lower and with the angle about right he pushed the end of his cock into her wet pussy and gasped with extreme pleasure, the wait was over, his cock was inside my wife's lovely pussy, he made to kiss her but Cathy pulled back causing them to separate, Wayne's cock was suddenly out in the open and unattended to, I don't know who was the more surprised, him or I. "I'll suck your cock and play with it, you can even rub it against my pussy, I'll wank you and you can cum all over my pussy but you can't shag me as the big man in the corner won't allow it". It was the first time Cathy had called me the big man in the corner and it was the first time Wayne and I had looked at each other so far, not that we had not wanted to look at each other it was just that Cathy had been receiving our undivided attention during this time. I had never said that Cathy could not shag Wayne, in fact we had never even discussed it, I figured that she had her own agenda and maybe just didn't want to go all the way with him. If Wayne was disappointed he certainly didn't show it, he peeled off his top and said - "Kissing you is a privilege Cathy, and having your hands on me is a fantastic experience and I'm thoroughly enjoying every second and oh yes, you're in charge". Cathy kissed Wayne and began stroking his stiff cock, she then steered him to the nearest big armchair and sat him on the broad leather arm, her mouth was once again on his cock causing him gasp and close his eyes in pleasure, her mouth was off him – "Who's in charge Wayne?" "You are, you my sweetheart, you are in charge...." Cathy was back on Wayne's cock as he lay sprawled over the arm of the chair, her tongue licking its way from the tip and down to his balls, her mouth was back over the end, sucking and taking most of his 5" in her mouth, she looked up at Wayne as she stroked his cock with both hands. "I'm in charge of you sweetmeat and the big man in the corner is in charge of me, just you remember that, just remember that..." Cathy had said all that she wanted to say and before Wayne could reply, if he wanted to that is, Cathy once again took his words away by pushing him back onto the arm of the chair and straddling him, slowly she slid her thong down and her right leg out and then she pushed Wayne's cock flat to his belly with her pussy and began to slide along its length, his hands rose up and began unbuttoning her red checked blouse, the light grey and blue lines were a nice contrast to the red of the blouse which went well with her soft auburn hair, Cathy unclipped her bra but kept her blouse on as she continued to bring Wayne closer to the boil with each stroke of her pussy along his hard cock. Cathy slid forward and off Wayne's cock, leaned down, kissed him and slid back to his cock which was now standing up, rising up and keeping her pussy against his stiffness she positioned herself on top of his length before sitting on it and allowing him to enter her hands free, she rode up and down about three times before taking his full length inside her but after wriggling and gyrating on him for less than half a minute she got back off him and stood up on the soft deep pile carpet then gently pulled Wayne by his cock to a standing position. Cathy got Wayne to spread his legs until she got him to the height she wanted him at, she turned around and enveloped his cock with the soft pliable cheeks of her hot arse then reached behind him and pulled him in tighter until he realised that she wanted to walk forward, it was only a few steps to the large sofa and when there Cathy bent over and rubbed the end of Wayne's cock in her wet open pussy whilst slowly squeezing and stroking him, his hands were holding her by the waist and his knees were pressed into the back of her lightly freckled thighs, it must have taken all his self control not to lunge forward deep into her lovely wanting pussy. Cathy slowly rolled forward onto the soft brown leather sofa, onto her side and then onto her back, she shuffled around until she found the position she wanted at an angle and with her head at the bottom of the left hand side arm and her legs over her belly with her cute feet pointing toward the ceiling. With the angle she was at we could look at each other as she fondled her large shapely breasts and I could see her lovely sweet pussy which was begging for some attention. "I want you rub your cock in my pussy Wayne, I want you to wank over it and I want you to cum over it and rub your spunk in it with your nice hot cock". Wayne looked at Cathy's pussy and with his left foot on the floor and his right lower leg and knee on the luxurious brown leather began to rub his cock up and down in her wet opening... "Uh uh uh uh, now now Wayne, don't get carried away, I'm in charge of you and the big man in the corner is in charge of me, remember that now..." "I'm sorry Cath my sweetheart, I'm getting carried away". "I'm teasing you, and if you get carried away don't worry, the big man won't and with the position I'm in there's not much I can do to stop you...". Both Cathy and Wayne's breathing was ragged and uneven as pleasure coursed through them, Cathy had engineered the whole situation, if Wayne did lunge forward she would be in no position to stop him, he'd be inside her all the way up to his balls and he hadn't realised that she had given him the green light – or had he? Wayne was rubbing his cock in Cathy's pussy, up and down and then side to side, a few quick strokes with his hand then he'd push it slightly in between the hot slick and soft fleshy folds of her pussy then rub his pre-cum in her slippery opening, he turned to face me with a look of lust in his eyes, I smiled and he pushed his cock into my wife. Wayne held Cathy by the upper thighs until her hands gripped his forearms and pulled him in close and tight, their passions taking over as they made love on the sofa. I knew only too well what sensations Wayne would have been experiencing as he pushed his cock deep inside my wife's pussy, slowing stroking in and out pushing in as far as his cock would go, the rim of the helmet of his cock being stroked and caressed by her sensational tunnel of love as she would grip him as he pulled out and give herself to him as he pushed back inside her. Wayne was holding Cathy by her upper arms and had pushed his head between her knees as he picked up the tempo, his thrusts were much faster, the end of his cock was coming out of her pussy but going straight back in again, full length fast deep strokes and my wife was loving it, waves of pleasure were washing over them as their lovemaking approached its climax, Wayne's sweat was running off him everywhere, his head his back his chest but the ecstasy which was coursing through him was going to be filling every fibre in his body as their passion intensified, Cathy had given herself to him he had taken her and full advantage of all the sexual action he could get and was coming, coming like he never had done so before, his balls were pulsating as they pumped their load of semen up and out through his cock which had swollen considerably due to the powerful orgasm which was coursing through him and out of his cock, flooding her pussy with his cum, his balls still pulsating and his cock twitching as it pumped it's load deep inside sweet lovely Cathy who was enjoying every second and every sensation of pleasure in the same way that Wayne was. Cathy had opened her legs so although Wayne was still pressing against the backs of her thighs and still had his left foot on the floor he was lying on her lovely breasts which were exposed as her blouse was wide open, Cathy's lovely tits were wet with Wayne's sweat as he pressed against her while they kissed and the waves of passion slowly receded but the lusty glow inside both of them remained. They continued to hold and kiss each other for several minutes while I looked on in my mesmerised state, watching my wife have sex with a friend has this effect on me but my love for her is as strong as ever as is my lust for her dreamy body and desire to hear her captivating voice so when she gently pushed Wayne up from their passionate embrace and looked at me I knew my chance to kiss and hold her was approaching. Wayne moved backwards and looked at my wife's pussy from which his softening cock had just slipped out of, as he stood to the left and then knelt down on the soft oatmeal carpet and took Cathy's right hand in his hands and began to kiss the back of it. Cathy brought her knees and feet together and straightened her legs out as she lowered them onto the soft leather sofa upon which she lay, she looked at me and gave me a mock frown which I presumed was because I was not already kissing her belly and breasts but I had not wanted to disturb their post passion embrace and if I had she would have frowned at me for that so I couldn't win but I could certainly see a very lusty sexual encounter with my wife was about to take place. Cathy didn't move as I rose from the large comfortable armchair which I had been slouching in for the past half an hour but looked at my robe and said – "Take your coat off love you look like the rent man". With that she smiled as I dropped the robe and my 8" cock sprang into view while I slowly strolled over to Cathy lying stretched out on the sofa with an aura of sexual satisfaction about her, as I leaned to stroke her feet she drew them toward herself opening her legs at the same time and allowing me to see her juicy just fucked pussy with Wayne's cum lining it. I'm not attracted to other guys but there is definitely something erotic about sliding my cock into my wife's cum filled pussy which accepts my large cock without any resistance and it certainly turns her on too. As I knelt on the sofa Cathy decided to get on the floor on our soft deep pile oatmeal carpet which she had chosen due to its depth and softness, with hardly any finesse she pushed Wayne who had been kneeling at her side with her elbow and slid shoulders first onto the floor with her hot sweet ass and waist dragging their way off the sofa and onto the floor where she rolled onto her side and beckoned me to lie on my side and face her, as I did so she held me tightly and began to kiss me while her right leg wrapped around my left thigh and my rigid cock made contact with her spunky pussy. I pushed Cathy over onto her back and mounted her, my twitching cock found its way into her wet opening and slipped straight in due to the pussy loosening properties of Wayne's sperm, I wanted to kiss her but she had Wayne's stiffening cock in her right hand and was steering it by way of gently pulling it in the direction of her mouth. My cock was sliding sloppily in and out of Cathy's wet and open pussy and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came due to the tingling in my balls and the end of my cock, Cathy worked her mouth around Wayne's cock and the sucking and slurping noises added to the sexual tension as Cathy knew that we were both on the verge of cumming inside her. Her seemingly magical cock sucking mouth was beginning to draw Wayne's cum up from his balls as I pushed most of my cock into Cathy's slack and slippery pussy with a quickly increasing pace and rate of thrusts, the tingling in the rim of the helmet of my cock seemed to be equal to that in my balls and with that I began spurting and spunking in Cathy's pussy and completely flooding her, even in my highly excited and turned on state I was aware of the wetness oozing out and around my balls and then I could hear Wayne grunting and moaning as he came in Cathy's mouth, a mouth that kept sucking and squeezing until his cock was drained of cum. My heart was pounding and I was panting as the last waves of pleasure flowed from me through my still stiff cock while my body glistened with sweat, Cathy made a lot of swallowing sounds as she licked and sucked Wayne's cock, Wayne was puffing and cooing while stroking Cathy's head as he spoke to her in a high pitched and gasping tone – I certainly enjoyed my quiet night in. A Quiet Night in With James Anne had, had a few visits lately, from the son of an old friend of her husband. The boys father had died when he was young, and Anne's husband had been close to his friend and the boy (James) liked to talk to him and hear about what his father was like. Anne was 43 years old 5'4,"with medium length brown hair and she had a 36-24-36 figure. Her husband worked hard, but he also drank hard, and nearly every night he would go for a drink after work. James was 18, stocky and blonde. He normally came up to the house on a Friday evening and would sit for a while, not saying much. He always went to the bathroom when he was there, and seemed to be in there for a long time. Anne's husband didn't usually get in before 11.30pm and if he fell asleep on the train, he wouldn't get home until 3am. Anne told her husband that James had visited a few times on a Friday evening, and he promised to get home early. But when he was in the bar, he never left until closing time at 11pm. Because he drank so often, Anne wasn't getting too much sex or attention. She only had sex properly about once a week, and the other times when her husband was horny, she would get a screw, but because of the drink, it wouldn't be any good and would leave her frustrated. She often had to masturbate, to get any satisfaction, and sometimes, the fantasy of her masturbation was young James. She imagined his young eager hard cock plunging into her and making her come hard and wet. It was Friday again and as usual Anne would have a bath, in anticipation, in case her husband was reasonably sober and would want to make love to her. As she dried off, she had a premonition that James would call this evening. She threw her dirty underwear in the basket next to the bath and thought about what to wear. She dressed in a mid-thigh length skirt and figure hugging top. Underneath she was wearing a white lace bra with matching panties and a garter belt with flesh coloured stockings. At 10 o' clock the doorbell rang, Anne knew it would be James. She had thought about him most of the evening and she had a plan. When she opened the door, he was there. A stupid grin on his face and he was smartly dressed and smelled nice as he walked past her into the hallway. Anne led him into the living room and he sat on the couch. She asked him if he would like a beer and he nodded. When Anne came back she handed him his beer and sat on the couch next to him. After a few minutes of talking and catching up, Anne could see James looking down at her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up a little, but it was enough to reveal the tops of her stockings. She left it for a moment and then adjusted herself pulling her skirt down a little to cover her modesty. James excused himself and went to the bathroom. Again, he was taking his time in there, and Anne thought she would go and listen, to see what he was up to. She went silently down the hall and listened at the door. Anne could hear groaning coming from the bathroom and had an idea that James was not in pain. She tried the door handle and found that it was not locked. She slowly and quietly turned the handle and opened the door. James did not realise that the door was open and Anne was watching him. She was looking at James sitting on the toilet with his trousers and shorts at his ankles, he had a pair of her dirty panties in his left hand, which he was holding to his nose, and he was wanking the biggest, thickest hard-on that Anne had ever seen. Anne watched this beautiful sight for a few seconds before she let out a cough, to catch his attention. He mumbled "sorry," as he tried to cover himself with the hand that was holding the panties. Anne looked steadily at him, and slowly pulled her skirt up with one hand, to reveal her lace covered crotch. Anne said, "if you want, you can sniff these." She walked toward him, saying, "but first, Let me finish you off." She knelt in front of him and took the massive tool in her hand. His prick was 8 ½ to 9 inches long and about 2 ½ inches in diameter and it was circumcised, with a big thick knob. She took it into her mouth, and began to run her lips up and down it. James must have been ready to come, because after a few deep sucks, she felt his hot salty spunk shoot into her mouth. She swallowed it all and looked up at James with a big smile on her face. His mouth was open and he had a look of disbelief on his face. Anne came up and French kissed him, giving him a taste of himself in the process. She stood and turned to walk out, and told him to "hurry back to the living room." When he came into the living room, Anne was sitting on the couch, she patted the couch and told him "come sit next to me." James sat next to her. Anne took his hand in hers' and said "have you been fantasising about me." James nodded, he said "I've Been wanking and imagining fucking you for ages." Anne looked at the clock. It was 10:30pm, her husband wouldn't be home for at least another hour. She said "that's some cock you have, you must be a hit with the girls." James said "I'm not, I don't have a girlfriend, I think I'm too shy to try and speak with one." Anne said "you mean you don't speak to girls of your own age." "No" said James " I can talk to girls, it's just that I'm too shy to ask for a date." "You mean you haven't fucked anyone with that gorgeous cock." "No" said James "I'm still a virgin." Anne put her hand on his thigh. "We've still got an hour before he comes home, Do you want to do it with me." James looked at her, this woman was offering him something he had only dreamed about. "Yes" he said "Yes please." Anne leant forward and took his face in her hands and kissed him fully on the lips. Her tongue went into his mouth, French kissing him madly. She felt horny as hell as she thought about him impaling her with his stiff young prick. James put his hand over her covered breast and squeezed hard. Anne put her hand on top of his. "Be gentle" she said "don't be so rough." She took his hand away from her breast and placed it at the top of her stockings, where her skirt had ridden up to. "Just stroke gently around there, and we'll see where that leads too," she said. James paid attention to her and Anne felt his hand running up and down the top of her thighs, from her stocking tops to the crotch of her panties. As he was kissing and stroking her, they both slipped back into a position where they were lying on the couch with him on top, but only at one side, leaving him free to stroke between her legs. Anne felt him get bolder, as he started to run the tips of his fingers up and down the crotch of her panties. James felt for the first time, that warm moist feeling that you often get when stroking a horny willing panty clad pussy. Anne opened her thighs a little, to let him get his fingers under the crotch. Instinct told James that she was opening up to him, and he slipped his fingers under the lacy material. He ran a finger up and down her moist slit and he could feel warmth, some hair and a lot of soft wetness as the lips of her pussy yielded to his eager caressing fingers. He put a finger in and started to move it around slowly. Anne was sighing with pleasure as his uneducated fingers seemed to hit the right spot. She closed her thighs trapping his hand in between them. This made him more eager to please and he wiggled his finger furiously inside her. Anne let out a deep moan and relaxed the pressure of her thighs. James had nearly slid off the couch and had one knee on the living room carpet with the other on the couch. Anne ordered him to kneel on the floor. When he was kneeling, Anne swung one of her legs over his head, to leave him kneeling between her legs. Her skirt was now up around her waist and James was staring at her panty covered crotch with garter belt and stockings. One of her pussy lips was lying to the side of the crotch. "Pull the panties off" Anne said to him huskily. James put his fingers under the waistband and stated to pull them down. As he peeled the panties off, he saw pubic hair and then he saw her pussy emerge. This was the first adult pussy he had seen, other than in a magazine. Finally he pulled the panties over her feet, and threw them to the side. Anne watched James looking at her pussy. She said "you can kiss me there if you want." James looked at her and then bent forward and kissed her on the pussy lips. Again instinct took over and his tongue at first started to lick at her crack, but soon Anne felt it start to probe between her lips. As his tongue sank deeper into her, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her crotch forcefully against his hungry lapping tongue. Anne moaned as his eager tongue probed her inner pussy and she started running her hands through his hair. As she got more excited she was grabbing his hair and thrashing her pubis against his face. She had a massive cum and let out a loud sigh, before releasing James from her clutching hands. James pulled away and looked up at her with a grin on his soaking face. "I loved that and I love the taste of you" he said. He sat back on the couch beside Anne and she could see his hard-on pressing through his trousers. She undid his zip and pulled him out. She gave him a little suck and then knelt on the couch with her back to him. James again sat silent as he watched Anne pull her skirt over her ass. "Do you like this view" she asked. James nodded. "Put that big cock in me now and fuck me" Anne said. James stood behind her and Anne took hold of the thick throbbing cock and inserted it in the lips of her cunt. James started to move easily in and out of her. Again he grabbed her hips and as Anne bucked back against him, he thrusted forward with force. As Anne was being royally fucked she thought about James's cock. It was at least 2 inches longer than her husbands and a lot thicker. She felt as if she could feel every vein and ridge on it as it pumped in and out of her tightening pussy. James moved his hands up the front of her underneath her top and pushed her bra up over her tits, before taking them in his hands and gently squeezing. Anne felt his cock pulsate in her cunt as he rode her hard. She was writhing back against him and he was practically lying on top of her instead of kneeling or standing. They were both getting up to a frenzy and Anne felt James shoot a load of white hot cum deep into her pussy. She quickly gasped "keep going" and he obliged. She started to feel herself cumming as every bit of her tingled and throbbed and the sensation seemed to include a feeling of being impaled by a hard thick rod of iron. She yelled "I'm CUMMMINNGGG" as she came like she hadn't come for quite some time. They both collapsed, with James lying on top of her back. He was showering her neck and face with little kisses and Anne was trying to kiss him too. She felt him get softer and as she was sopping his prick slipped out and she felt his wetness against her thigh. They both sat back and started kissing. When they broke off, James asked if he could come back another night. Anne stood, she said "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up. When I come back we'll sit and wait to see if he comes in at 11.30. If he doesn't I'm taking you to bed for a while." To be continued...