0 comments/  29659 views/  3 favorites

Sharing Is Caring

By: RacyWriter



Shadows were lengthening as I swung the Lexus into the condo's car port. A chill was in the late winter air and I could smell wood smoke as I stepped out and grabbed my overnight bag from the back seat. A quick push of the key fob locked the doors and I stepped into the late afternoon sunlight. The carports faced a row of well-maintained units, many of them sporting planter boxes full colorful flowers. The far-left, end unit belonged to Brianna's friend Helena, and I noticed the front door was open, giving a view into the museum-like order and cleanliness that were the trademark of Helena's life.

As I walked by, I could see Helena busying herself at the kitchen sink. She noticed me, flashed a smile and gave a small wave before returning to her chores.

I first met Helena shortly after I began to visit Brianna in her condo. Brianna's deck overlooked the parking area and the front door of Helena's unit. When Brianna introduced me to Helena, I was impressed with her physical beauty, her tight, sexy physique and her obvious intelligence. That being said, I noted a discomfiting coldness underlying her outgoing, charming persona. On many occasions I had seen the warm smile disappear from her face the moment she turned away. Nevertheless, she was an interesting, sexy addition to my circle of friends, though Brianna and I rarely socialized with her. 

Brianna was as different from Helena, as oil is from water. Where Helena was cool, Brianna was warm. Helena's life was strictly regimented, whereas Brianna took life as it came, always enjoying the surprises. Brianna's condo was open to all comers and looked lived-in; Helena followed her guests around, constantly moving the used coffee cups to the sink where they would be washed before the users even noticed they were missing. Helena was the consummate hostess, with exquisite taste, but her sophistication was leavened by a wicked sense of humor and a vocabulary that could shame a sailor if she cared to use it. In social situations, men flocked to Helena, but she remained cool and aloof, an enigma.

Helena's world was much different from mine; she worked in high-finance, traveled the world and had, she once admitted, a man in every port. She and Brianna bonded over their children and often baby-sat for each other.

Both Brianna and Helena, being Asian, had beautiful soft skin, black hair and smooth bodies that can drive susceptible men wild.

I was, and am, susceptible to the charm and beauty of Asian women, which made Helena's occasional appearances welcome. Once in a while I thought I detected a "come hither" note in Helena's voice, and on one occasion she did invite me to call her if I got "bored" during one of Brianna's out of town trips.

Turning the corner toward Brianna's condo, I let the thoughts of Helena fade as I climbed the steps to the front door. I knocked once and waited. Knocking again I stood on tiptoe and tried to see in the kitchen window. The kitchen was dark in the fading light. I located the spare key, cunningly hidden under the mat and let myself in. "Hello," I called, "I'm here, Princess." No answer. I walked outside and checked the outdoor parking. Brianna's space was empty, obviously she had been detained at work, or perhaps she was at a school function. No matter, I returned to the kitchen and filled the kettle. Nothing like a good cup of tea to help pass the time.

"Hey, David, you in there?" Helena's voice was unmistakable. You could hear her laugh across a crowded room.

"In the kitchen," I replied.

"I saw you drive up a few minutes ago," she announced, as she breezed in.

"Brianna asked me to tell you she has a Parent-Teacher conference tonight and she couldn't reach you on your cell." "She said I should try to keep you amused until she gets home."

A momentary naughty vision flashed through my mind, and then disappeared.

"Thanks, Helena," I smiled, "I could sure use a nice cup of tea."

We left Brianna's condo and walked briskly toward Helena's place. She was wearing a loose cotton top and a pair of sweatpants. On another woman it might have appeared a bit dowdy, but she filled them out very nicely. From behind, I watched her ass move as she stepped out. Helena never wasted any motion; she was always on the move and seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of energy. Her ass was firm and it was obvious that she deliberately walked with a gait that showed it to its full effect. 

Entering her condo, I closed the heavy wood door behind us. Her kitchen was spotless, as always, and she filled a kettle and placed it on the designer stove. She reached up to grab a mug from the kitchen cabinet and her top momentarily lifted, exposing the smooth, brown skin of her back. 

I took a seat across the breakfast bar from her and gave her an appraising look. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled a smile that was just ambiguous enough to cause a slight rise in my body temperature. 

"I guess Brianna told you that Chris and I called it quits," she said with just a trace of irony in her voice.

"I heard rumors to that effect," I replied, "I'm really sorry, you guys seemed well matched."

"Well, I thought so, too'" she said ruefully, "but he couldn't do for me the things I needed. There are things that I need that I don't want ask for. It takes intuition."

"Really? I replied, "that's interesting...... very interesting."

The squeal of the kettle boiling interrupted our conversation. She poured two cups and returned the kettle to the stove. 

Raising her cup to her lips, she took a sip, and leaned forward toward me, her elbows on the counter. 

"So, David, how are you and Brianna getting along?" she inquired, flashing her perfect white teeth in a smile that I found slightly unnerving, though not unpleasantly so. 

As she spoke, she leaned forward for emphasis, and her low-cut top drooped. I was treated to a view of her luscious cleavage, and it was apparent that she was getting her underwear advice from Britney since she was not wearing a bra. She seemed not to notice my admiring glance and leaned closer, her eyes on my face.

"Brianna and I are doing well," I replied. "We enjoy our time together and keep our relationship fresh by sharing from time to time."

"Sharing?" Helena's face brightened visibly. She stood up quickly and moved to my side of the counter. "Do tell. Don't leave anything out. I know you guys get naughty, but Brianna keeps so much to herself."

Turning on my stool, I faced her, and placed my hands on her hips. Opening my legs I gently pulled her to me, my knees on either side of her. She smelled clean and freshly scrubbed

"Yes, sharing," I said quietly. "We've even contemplated what it would be like to include you in our bed."

"Brianna did mention it to me once," Helena whispered, her lips nearly brushing my ear," but I never really felt the time was right, what with my relationship with Chris taking sooo much work." But, now".......... Her voice trailed off.

She gave a small sigh and I felt her hands on my thighs, sliding up to my waist. She pulled my shirt out of my waistband and I felt her soft hands on my bare skin.

"I've always admired your body," she whispered, "you seem quite fit, though I've never had the opportunity to find out."

She bowed her head and rested her forehead on my chest. I put my face into her hair and inhaled her essence. I ran my fingers through her silky black hair; she sighed and leaned heavily into me. Grabbing two fistfuls of her hair, I firmly pulled her head up and kissed her. 

Her lips were soft and she tasted slightly of the sugar in her tea. Our tongues teased each other and her hands slid up and down my back.

Our breathing became more rapid and I couldn't conceal my quickly hardening cock. She pressed her groin firmly into mine and I heard her moan quietly. 

Still holding her head back, I traced the outline of her throat and chest with my lips. I slid my tongue into her cleavage and reveled in the softness of her breasts. I could see her nipples becoming erect, their dark brown complementing her tan skin. 

Releasing my grip with one hand, I lifted her top and cupped one of her firm breasts, her nipple between thumb and forefinger. On an impulse, I squeezed it hard and pulled it, watching the skin stretch. 

Helena cried out softly, and exhaled sharply. 

"Mmmmmm," she whispered, "I like that, David." 

I squeezed harder, and I felt her hands unbuckling my belt.

Lifting her top more I slid my head lower and began to kiss her breasts, her hard nipples between my lips, holding them gently with my teeth, nibbling them, feeling her breath on my cheek as she rubbed her face in my hair.

Abruptly, she disengaged and walked to each window in turn, closing the drapes and the Venetian blinds. The lights dimmed as she slid the controls toward "naughty" position. "With my job, I can't risk giving a show for the neighbors," she smiled as she returned to where I sat; "Now, where were we?"

Aaah, Helena. always practical.

Taking another sip of her tea, she walked slowly around me, her hands brushing my thighs, my chest, and then to my face. "Brianna tells me you never fail to give satisfucktion, is that true?" she inquired. 

"Let's just say I am not a selfish lover," I replied. "I love a woman's body, and I take my time enjoying it."

"Let's go upstairs and get ourselves a little more privacy," she whispered, "after all, we don't know how much time we have, do we?"

She turned and walked to the stairs, checking the front door lock as she passed. I walked close behind as she ascended the stairs, enjoying the view of her ass and the way her hair swung with each step.

She opened the door to her stylish and, need I mention, neat bedroom. Turning on the light on the nightstand, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Running her hands through her hair, she pulled it back into a pony tail and secured it with a rubber band. Shaking her head, she swung her pony tail behind her back then pulled it around her throat. Her shiny hair glinted against her dark skin.

"Well?" Her voice was almost meek. 

I looked around the room and noticed her bathrobe, neatly folded on a chair. I pulled it to me and removed the cord, watching her for any reaction. A small smile flitted across her face. 

With no warning I pushed her backward onto the bed and flipped her onto her stomach. She struggled but I was stronger, or perhaps she didn't really want to escape. Grasping both her wrists I pulled her arms behind her and secured them together with the terrycloth cord. Her breathing became rapid and she struggled against the bonds. I lay across her and removed my belt. Twice around her ankles was sufficient to secure her. I rolled her onto her back.

"Do I need to gag you," I whispered. 

"No, I'll be good" she replied. 

Her eyes were sparkling in the dim light, and her nipples were hard beneath her loose top and she stared directly, defiantly into my face. 

"What are you going to do to me," she whispered.

"That depends," I replied, "on whether or not you've been bad. Have you?"

"I've been bad, David, I dumped a really nice guy because he wouldn't do my bidding. I've been so cruel," she whispered submissively.

"In that case, you must be punished. You must atone for your sins," I said, resisting the urge to smile.

Jumping off the bed I walked quickly to the bathroom. A quick search yielded a pair of scissors and I returned to the bedroom. Helena remained still, lying on her back.

Helena's eyes widened as she saw the scissors in my hand. 

"Jesus, David! What are those for? She whimpered.

Saying nothing, I tossed the scissors on the bed and began to unbutton my shirt. I pulled it off, folded it neatly next to her robe and slipped off my shoes. I slid my jeans to my hips and my erect cock sprang to attention. Helena stared at my naked body, but didn't say a word. 

I climbed back onto the bed and straddled her, my cock resting against her breasts. I reached for the scissors..... the shiny blades glinted in the dim light.

With a smile on my face, I roughly grabbed the neckline of her top and slid the scissors through the fabric, all the way to her navel. Pulling the fabric open, her breasts were revealed in all their glory. She had beautifully shaped firm breasts. Her nipples were a dark brown and quite large. Her collarbones were well defined and the skin of her shoulders was smooth and a creamy dark tan. 

I reached down and untied the drawstring of her sweatpants. I took the scissors and ran them to her ankles on both legs, peeling her pants off like the skin of a banana. She had on a pair of very small, sheer lace panties in a pale pink. Her pussy lips were just visible and I was aroused even more when I saw that she was smoothly waxed. I slipped my hands into the leg openings and ripped the flimsy fabric into pieces, and in a few seconds the remains of her panties lay on the floor. I threw the scissors onto the nightstand and lay down next to Helena's tightly trussed naked body.

Helena's breathing was now coming in rapid bursts. I laid my face on her belly, running my tongue down to her sweet pussy cleavage. She pushed her hips toward me, but I pulled back and sat up on the bed, taking in the sight of her nakedness. Her pussy was smooth and tidy, with a nice tight slit. I forced her knees apart and her pussy lips parted, treating me to the sight of a large clitoral hood, the pink tip of her sex. Briefly, I teased the pink tip of her clit with my tongue, tasting her juices and inhaling her sweet perfume. She writhed in pleasure, but I pulled back.

Letting go of her knees, I put my hands under her hips, and with a quick movement, flipped her onto her stomach I lifted her ass into the air, and spread her knees. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her up off the bed and pushed a pillow under her chest. Her ass was small and firm and her pussy lips protruded between her thighs. Her labia were quite large and glistened with a few drops of moisture. Her tight, puckered asshole, darker than the surrounding skin invited my gaze.

"Oh God," I heard her whisper. "Don't hurt me, please."

"You must be punished, Helena, and punishment always involves pain, physical or mental." I was beginning to enjoy the power I had been granted.

Without warning, I slapped her ass, hard, with my open hand. She yelped, but then fell silent. I slapped her again, and again. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries. I watched the impact of my blows shake her ass, like ripples in a pond. She had a muscular physique, but her ass shook with each blow. I slapped her thighs and then between her legs, gently smacking her clit. Her moans became less frantic, and I noticed how wet she was. A small rivulet of liquid ran down the inside of her thigh, dissolving into the sheets. Her buttocks were now a bright pink, as the spanking brought the blood to the surface. I gently soothed the hurt by kissing and caressing her butt, running my fingers between her legs and taking her juices to her asshole.

Pausing a moment, I turned away and pulled open the drawer to her nightstand. I was treated to the sight of Helena's "Tool Kit." Helena had held "Fuckerware" parties for her girlfriends and had always dropped hints about the size and variety of her toys. There was a large collection of dildos, butt plugs and vibrators. I grabbed a substantial-looking purple dildo and turned back to contemplate Helena's fine ass.

I slid the tip of the dildo up between her labia, getting the head nice and slippery. A couple of twists made sure it was wet. Helena was moving her ass side-to-side as she anticipated.................. what?

I removed the dildo for a moment, then quickly slid it inside her, rotating and pushing firmly as she took its whole length. She shrieked into the pillow, but then began rhythmically pushing her pussy toward the dildo. With one hand I rubbed her belly; with the other I shoved the dildo in roughly, but not cruelly, as far as it would go. She took the whole length and as I withdrew it, I could see her pussy juices shining on the plastic. I moved the dildo in concert with her hips and I could hear her quietly moaning.... "Mmmmmmm, Yes, Yes, Oh god that feels good."

I reached inside the drawer again and chose a nice little butt plug. I kept the dildo moving and took some of her moisture on my finger to her tight little pucker. Circling it, getting it wet, caused her to stiffen and her breathing slowed. 

"What are you doing, David?" she whispered, "Don't do that, I don't like that."

"Really," I hissed. "I don't believe that...... at all."

And with that I roughly pushed the butt plug in as far as it would go. Helena let out a cry that was more animal than human, but stayed on her knees. I slowly rotated the plug and moved it in and out rhythmically. Her asshole gripped the plug and she began to relax. I moved the dildo and plug in unison and she lifted her head off the pillow. 

"Oh David, I've never let a man do this to me. It feels incredible. It hurts, but it's a good hurt. Please be gentle. Please."

Helena's bound hands clenched as the pleasure and pain overwhelmed her. Abruptly, I withdrew both the dildo and the plug and she relaxed with an audible sigh. Then, without warning, I pushed the huge dildo into her ass and she writhed in pain; tears welled in her eyes and she gasped uncontrollably. I left the dildo motionless, hanging out of her ass as she adjusted to the sensation. After a few minutes passed, I began to move the dildo, slowly, not as deep as before, but deep enough to cause some discomfort. As she relaxed, the pleasure began to suffuse her body. Her movements were fluid and a smile began to appear on her perspiring face. 

"Oh God!" she exclaimed, "OH GOD!" I think I'm going to come!" Just as she got the words out, her body was wracked with spasms and she let out a small, choked cry. Then she rolled onto her side and was still, her panting was the only sound that broke the stillness. It was then that I realized she was crying, the tears coursing down her cheeks, puddling at the corners of her mouth. I leaned over and licked the tears and then kissed her softly. 

"Jesus fucking Christ," she murmured. "That was incredible." You are a fucking sadist, David. Get that thing out of my butt and untie me."

"Well, Helena, I'm not sure I should. Perhaps you need more punishment." I laughed out loud. "Since you've had your release, what about me?"

"I am nothing, if not a good hostess," she replied. "Just ask Brianna."

She rolled onto her stomach again; I gently removed the purple dildo, then untied her feet and hands. Rolling onto her back, she stretched out on the bed and reached out to me. 

"Let's try a little vanilla for a few minutes," she cooed.

I lay down beside her in the rumpled sheets. I looked at her in the dim light and she looked more relaxed than I had seen her before. I ran my hands between her legs and felt her smooth pussy lips. Her breasts were soft and her nipples impressive. She faced me and pulled me close, kissing me tenderly. She had a soft side, after all. Her kisses were warm and sweet and her hands flitted over my skin, touching my chest hair and sliding down my belly to grasp my cock. 

"David. How nice, you're shaved, too. That really gets a girl going, you know." She whispered.

Her face slid down my chest, kisses drifted across my belly, then I felt her mouth, warm and so soft, enclose my cock. With one hand on my balls, and one on my cock, her mouth and tongue swirled around my shaft. The tip of her tongue teased the opening and her hand moved ever faster, firmly on my shaft. 

Just as I was almost beyond the point of no return, she gently released my cock and I heard her rustling through the "Tool Kit." There was the sound of foil being ripped and I felt her sliding a condom over my stiff shaft. 


Sharing Is Caring



"I wasn't going to send you home without feeling you in me, David," she smiled. 

And with that, she positioned herself on her hands and knees. Holding her hips I slid my cock into her waiting pussy. It was warm and smooth. I felt her tighten her vaginal muscles and it was an incredibly erotic moment. I began to move, moving my cock faster. My balls were slapping her smooth pussy and I leaned on her back, my hands caressing her swinging breasts, her nipples between my fingers. She buried her face in the pillow, her hands behind her head, her fingers in her hair.

All this foreplay had me incredibly aroused and I felt my orgasm becoming imminent. I reached between her legs and touched her clit. She bucked and then continued her rhythmic movements. I felt her little bud getting harder and tried to not lose focus as I climbed the mountain. I could hold it back no longer and with a gasp, I came. Helena made a noise that sounded like a trapped animal and came again, gasping and writhing as we both fell back onto the bed. 

A few minutes passed, as we lay in silence, our hands touching. 

"Wow," was all I could say.

"David, Brianna wasn't bullshitting me. That was great," Helena murmured.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Oh my God!" Helena cried, a look of panic on her face. "I can't face Brianna looking like this. I've got the 'just been laid' look."

"Try not to worry, Helena," I spoke reassuringly. "I'll sit down with Brianna and tell all. She'll be pissed initially, but she knows you and I are not likely to become lovers and she'll want to know all about it. It may enhance our love life even more. Jealousy is, indeed a great aphrodisiac."

With that, I rolled out of bed and strode to the top of the stairs. "I'll be right down, Bree," I shouted. 

Quickly pulling on my clothes, I walked to the bed. Kneeling down I gently pulled Helena's head toward me and kissed her softly. "Thank you for a wonderful evening," I whispered. My hands lingered on her face, and we gazed into each other's eyes. "It was memorable, but now I must go." I stood up and took one last look at Helena as she lay on the bed, the sheet pulled up over her breasts. I closed the bedroom door quietly and descended the stairs to the front door.

I opened the door and Brianna stood there, a look of bemusement on her face. I hugged her close and kissed her, our eyes met and I could see that she already knew.

"Let's grab a bottle of wine at the little store," I whispered, "I have a lot to share with you, Sweetie." Her hand found mine and we walked into the gathering gloom together. 

Helena's porch light blinked off.



Sharing Is Caring



Lust and anticipation blend as you await his arrival in the same spot as before. Expectation and sexual desire have been building for days now, with the memory of our shared pleasure and the remembrance of our conversation as we confessed to each other how deliciously satisfying we all found our first encounter. The tender hope swells within you that this will be even more pleasurable now that we know each other's tastes and bodies a little better, and - wanting to explore your own sexuality and ours further and further - you determine that your going to be much naughtier with us. 

We've asked you to bring any favorite toys with you this time, and temptation smolders hotly as you remember the scrumptiously strong vibe your little buzzer gives. The night is dark and moonless, and there's no one in the parking lot, and he's called to let you know that he's running a hair late. Your fingers stray to your bag and you draw out the little wonder. A last look around confirms your temporary solitude and butterflies tumble in your belly as you decide that you're going to see just how wet you can get for his fingers without cumming before he arrives. You lift up your long black skirt over your thighs and part them wider as you turn on the buzzer and touch it lightly against your the outer folds of your arched blossom. A wave of need floods your hidden form as you slip your other hand beneath your blouse and lift and squeeze your breasts inward and upward and begin to gently fondle the nipples, first one and then the other.

The memory of his humor and gentle manner and her tender shyness and the light touch of her hands on you... our caring eagerness to ensure that we all please each other and to welcome you into our loving... the feel of her hot cleft on your fingers and his breath on your neck... her wet musky velvet on your tongue as his cock slips in and out of your aching sex teasing over your oil slicked button and then back up in your belly as your fingers slide up in her to work her sweetspot... the taste of your flow on his glossy purplish head as she wantonly devours your glistening nectar, the warm and slippery feel of our oiled bodies as we move against each other – all these thoughts and feelings swirl within you as your fingers move that toy in circles and up and down over your swollen clit. Your heart pounds as you start to get closer to peaking, but you hold off and let yourself cool just a bit before touching again, savoring your mounting hunger for that luscious release.

Light washes the pavement as his car pulls into the lot, and little colorful wings flutter again in your tummy once again as he pulls up on your right and steps out. You choose to remain in your enticing position, and you allow him to watch through the window as you hold that buzzer against your nub and lift your blouse to reveal your naked breasts, turning to present yourself more fully to his smoky gaze. He drinks in the sight of you as he leans his forearms against the top of the closed door, and he involuntarily licks his lips and presses his upper teeth into his lower lip. Your craving to be touched and to touch is swelling within you, but you opt for the moment to play the shamelessly taunting strumpet for him, and you hold your toy aside as you slip your middle finger into your tight heat and draw it out slowly over your swollen pink bauble and then up onto your licking tongue. His hand wanders over his hardening flesh as you taste your own sweet musk, and your fiery yearning to cum blazes up even hotter at the sight and the taste. 

You unlock the door and he enters slack-jawed, declaring, "Fuck you're hot!" Then his mouth is hard on yours, and you sense his deep response as your nectar passes from your tongue to his and your pure scent fills him with primal urgency. His fingers slip between your legs and glide up against your silky warmth, "Mmmm – you're so wet, I love it... ...wanna feel how hard you got me, huh?" His pants are opened in a moment and he frees his stiff shaft as your fingers reach him and stroke his smooth sleekness. Before another word can pass his lips you move forward to take his cock in your mouth as you cup his balls and suck the head and lick the underside just beneath it. He rakes his fingers into your hair and tightens firmly as he slides his length slowly deeper and then back out again, "OK, that'll be enough of that for now, or I'm going to take you right here."

You lean back and spread wider, showing him your puffy and cherried flower again before slipping in your middle and ring fingers and probing it lustfully in front of him, "Would that be so bad?" 

He bends down over you and his hands and mouth are on your tits, sucking and nipping feverishly as you spread wider to work your slit in front of him and reach out with your other hand to graze it delicately along his prick. Then he draws your hand from between your thighs and licks the soaked fingers lasciviously and looks around to observe the passing traffic some yards away. A humorous growl of frustration escapes him before he answers, "That would be fucking awesome, but I'm equally sure that we'd both rather spend the night playing in bed together with three tongues and six hands. Besides, I promised that I'd be good."

"Mmhmmm, you're good alright – you were both so very good last time, and I haven't stopped thinking about it all night." You pause before making a daring confession, "Part of me does really want to fuck you right here and now though." 

His eyes blaze into yours, and he slides his arms beneath your legs and tugs you over to the passenger seat as he backs himself outward, and he kneels onto the asphalt as he lifts your legs and buries his mouth there, his wet tongue plunging deep in your opening and drawing upward as he sucks your folds and your button. You breathe out a tender profanity as he licks you, and you hunger so much more deeply to be filled with that convulsive ecstasy, but he leans upward and whispers over your breasts, "Grab your things and lets go. I want you to spread wide for her tongue as you ride my cock."

The drive passes like a lurid dream - with your hand carefully caressing his bared cockshaft, and his skilled musician's fingers playing with your almost desperately ravenous lily - and then, with the welcome sound of their garage door closing behind you, a fresh flutter of wings stirs inside you as you walk with your bag toward the back of the house and enter with him.

She's there on the bed relaxing, her full nakedness illuminated only by the small ornate lamp on the side table, her fingers toying through the curls of her dark patch. You shed your clothes like an unwanted husk as you reach the bed and move over her, trailing kisses from her ankles up her thighs and over her belly, between her breasts and onto the side of her neck. She fairly purrs at this wordless greeting, and presses her palms against your back and shoulders as his now unclothed form moves gently against the cheeks of your ass and his hands begin covering you in melting oil from your shoulders all the way down to your inner thighs. You kiss her deeply and allow her to sense your passion, along with the faint trace of your own musk still on your lips. Then you edge downward again and raise up onto your knees at the edge of the bed as you bend down to taste her recesses, and at the same time you boldly display your soaking and impetuous blossom to his throbbing shaft. As you hungrily spread her open and skillfully tease her folds and her moist and hardened nub with your lips and tongue, he touches the swollen head of his cock to your slick petals and jiggles it fitfully over your clit before sliding the top of the entire length against your glistening flow so you can feel him slipping along the folds on the outside of your tender slit from top to bottom.

She arches wantonly into your mouth and she lifts and squeezes her tits as you delve into her with your tongue, and then you move to fill her a little with your fingers. He enters you precisely as you enter her, and his cock is cool and solid as it slips in a little ways, then out a little, then in a little deeper, coating his shaft with your juice until his whole span is up inside your belly and his hilt is pressed into your opening, and you press backward, spreading yourself brazenly out to him as he thrusts. Her pussy is hot and wet, and as you feel her opening out inside as her passion builds, you reach deeper into her with your first and middle fingers and press upward into her sweetspot as you flick the tip of your tongue loose, soft and fast on her clit. His hands grip your slippery waist as his cock slips out and over your clit, and he grabs it and shakes it against your button and spanks it heavily on your ass cheeks, and then slips it all the way back up inside again and plunges in and out with several sharp strokes.

You can feel her reaching her plateau as you work her depths and devour her folds and clit. You slip your fingers out and turn your hand over, and then slip your index finger back inside to press and rub downward deep against the bottom of her tunnel as you suck her clit harder and rub with the nectar-slicked flat of your thumb against the entrance of her tight quim. Her head is thrown back now and her body is arched and tense as she slips onto the threshold, panting rapidly as waves of quivering begin to shake her. You move your other hand up to slip in your index finger in and gently work that inner puffiness behind her pelvic bone, and with a rising groan she shudders and bucks into your fingers and tongue, and she nearly squeezes you out with the force of her contractions as her hot fluid gushes out against her thighs and onto the sheet. 

After a moment of breathless recovery, she leans up with an appreciative moan and kisses and licks and bites the side of your neck and feels up your tits, as his thrusts alternately quicken to fierce slam-fucking with the base pressing hard into your entry, to very gradual penetration and withdrawal almost all the way out and then back in again. She reaches under you and diddles your little button as he fucks you slow and easy and then she spanks your ass firmly as he suddenly shoves his prick in hard and deep. Then he pulls very, very slowly all the way out and tells her to hold his shaft against your pussy with her palm as he moves back and forth over your clit and your folds. "Ready to ride me and feel her tongue on your clit with me inside you?" He drops on his back with his legs over the edge of the bed, and guides you over his staff with your back toward him.

You squat over him to straddle his wet shaft, steadily impaling yourself on it and leaning back slightly to steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders, as you present your spread thighs and cock-filled pussy for her to lick as you ride him. She kneels on the floor between his knees and bends forward, looking up teasingly into your eyes as she prepares to deliver a tongue lashing to your penetrated folds and your engorged little pinkness. Her breath and her tongue are hot against you as she laps first up one side of his shaft and then the other, adding the warm moisture of her wet tongue to your already generous flow of nectar. 

You rise and fall unhurriedly over him, savoring the rare combination of sensations, as she laps upward over your flesh where his shaft sinks into you and then up across your clit, and she steadies the base of his cock with the fingers of one hand and reaches up to roll your nipples one at a time between the fingers of her other. She once slips him all the way out of you as you reach the top of your stroke, and she takes his cock in her mouth and sucks your nectar off it like honey off a spoon before guiding it back up in you again as you slip down over it. You feel at once so wantonly naughty, sliding up and down on his shaft like a naughty jezebel and spreading yourself with total abandon for her eager mouth, that you now utterly give in to your lustful wildness and begin to feel that deliciously lustful ecstasy building up to a crest within you. Sensing your wave coming, she licks and sucks more fervently as she feels each of your tits up in turn. Wordlessly, sumptuous cries of passion flee your lips and you begin to tremble intensely against his cock and her mouth. Your perception is shattered into swirling fragments of sensual consciousness as you press down against his hilt and feel him flexing deep within you, spilling his seed as his beastly growl swells to a peak behind you.

Little by little the tide ebbs, and we allow you to collapse down onto the bed. We nestle together as you lay back by his side and she rises between your thighs and settles next to you. The fan cools our sweat-drenched and oil-glossed skin as we regain our breath and the afterglow fades to serenity. 

After a long and appreciatively restful pause, he observes that we still haven't broken out any toys, and that there's still a nice bit of time left before we ever need to start getting ready to take you back toward home. She responds with a shy giggle, and reveals that she has a few little surprises that she bought recently as well.



Sharing is Caring



Dear friend... 

I wanted to tell you about that time my first boyfriend shared me with a stranger. I had already told you that he liked to discipline me and push me to the limits of trust and obedience. This was to be the ultimate proof of my devotion to him. He talked about this with me, we read erotic short stories about switching partners and inviting guests to lovemaking, and we watched porn movies about threesomes and gangbangs together. It was a long build-up to the point where he asked me whether I would be willing to have sex with another man in his presence, if he asked me to.

At first I was very reluctant and didn't know what to make of it. I thought he was rather testing my faithfulness than my obedience. Looking whether or not I might betray him. But that wasn't the case. We had a couple of fights and several long nights of reconciliation before he could convince me of his sincere motives. He made it perfectly clear that I needn't do it if I really didn't want to. That it was just something he wanted to try to test my level of obedience and devotion to his pleasure. That I would not be punished for whatever I would do with another man.

That I could choose where and when, and he would merely choose the guy I would be dealing with for me. He said he was so proud of how much I had learned and of how beautiful I was that he wanted to share that bliss with another man, a friend I had not met before. I suspected he was going to prostitute me, but he assured me there would be no money involved, and none of this would ever be made public.

Anyway, after a long series of talks and struggles we both agreed to give it a try. I must admit, I was a little turned on by the idea, but also very scared. On the other hand, I had always wanted to be fed with the cum of more than one man, since I had first watched a gangbang movie with him. The sheer amount of cum that the actress had swallowed had made me jealous, for I was already, due to my beloved one, a lover of sperm.

I was 21 when it finally came true. I had told him I would need to have at least a familiar environment to feel comfortable with this, and so we arranged the evening in my own flat. He brought his friend to dinner. A tall, broad shouldered man with greyish dark hair, not very handsome, but not ugly either. Just someone you wouldn't normally notice on the street. They both wore business suits, and I had put on a tight black dress, stockings and mary janes (women's shoes). I had fixed dinner for us, and was doing my best to be a good host. Although my heart was racing from the first ring of the doorbell up until dinner was finished.

I could tell Mark - that was his name - was checking me out every time my boyfriend didn't seem to look. That even got me more excited. I guess I blushed more than one time. He must have thought I was very shy and introverted. He hadn't been told before what awaited him this evening. All he knew was he was going to meet his friend's girlfriend and have dinner with us. Pretty tame.

After dinner my boyfriend - in fact, did I ever tell you his name? His name was Josef. Makes it all easier to narrate. After dinner we went into the living room to smoke something together. No cigarettes - we used to do something more potent. Josef had connections to a friend from the Netherlands who supplied him with fine weed. Yes, yes I know what you might say to that - but I was young and foolishly in love and very careless. I never got addicted, though, and have never touched anything alike in the last 7 years.

After some conversation and some wine and weed Josef mentioned that he had bought me a present, and that he'd like me to unpack it. It was a tight black dress, all made from patent leather, long and tight and very sexy, even kinky looking. I blushed a bit at the sight of it, but the weed and the wine had already loosened my inhibitions and made me feel eroticised by this situation. I always had a tendency to get a wee bit horny from the stuff Josef smoked, and smoking it myself had an even greater effect.

He asked me whether I cared to put it on for him, so he could see how I'd look like wearing it. I looked over to Mark, whose eyes grew wide as he seemed to imagine me in that dress. I asked him if that would be okay for him, and he silently nodded, muttering something I could not make out. As I stood up and turned to go upstairs to change, Josef casually asked me if I'd not rather stay and just change into that dress right there in the living room. I was startled for a moment, looked over to him, then to Mark who choked on his drink.

Mark said to Josef that he could not be serious, and that's when Josef dropped the ball. "Look, Mark, I have noticed you admiring my girlfriend's beauty and her sexy body, and I have to admit, I don't mind sharing that with you at all. In fact, I think you deserve it, after all we have been through together, and all you have suffered from women in the past years. She is beautiful, isn't she? Sweet and sexy. Far too much for one guy alone. I know you would not take her from me. But I will gladly lend her to you to give you the attention from a beautiful girl that you deserve. "

There was an awkward silence between us, me standing there still with the dress in my hands, my heart shaking and pounding, and the two of them exchanging silent, solemn looks as they seemed to converse with each other in thoughts alone. I have never before or after witnessed two men so close to each other. It moved my heart to watch them.

I was trembling from head to toes. Mark sighed and looked over to me, then blushing and casting down his gaze, saying to Josef: "You are the best friend a man could ever want, but you cannot give your girlfriend to me that easily. She's a human being, not a toy, and has her own will. I think you should apologize to her now, Josef. I blame the alcohol and the weed. You always get easily affected..."

That was when I made my move. I still don't know what got me so bold, but I confessed to him that Josef had already suggested that idea to me weeks and months before, and that without my agreement, we would never even have had this dinner together, let alone anything else.

Needless to say he was speechless. He looked to Josef again, and my beloved boyfriend smiled at him in a very endearing way, admitting: "That's right, Mark. She has agreed and is ready to be shared, if you want her."

Mark was flabbergasted and shook his head, burying his blushing face in his hands, muttering: "I don't know what to say..."

I stepped over to him, touched his hand and caused him to look up at me, then laid my hand on his cheek and said: "Maybe you'd like to start by helping me out of my clothes and into this new dress?" I will never forget his gaze as I spoke to him. It seemed to me like it was a dream coming true for him or something. I didn't know yet that he had always been in abusive relationships with women who were far beneath his level, never even coming close to a halfway normal looking girl, let alone someone he would deem "beautiful".

That's why I thought he was only flattering me when he whispered with bright eyes: "I have never been with such a beautiful girl before."

And man, did I feel flattered by it. Two men adoring me in the same room. My heart was racing, and I felt like I was floating in mid air as Mark stood up and got behind me, unzipping my dress and slowly caressing my back up along my spine, his fingers hooking into the straps of my dress and gently sliding them off my shoulders. I was wearing no bra underneath, and my nipples were hard and perky and aching for a tender touch. My voice was just a whisper as I asked him to kiss my neck and grasp my nipples. Josef came over and helped me out of the dinner dress as Marks hot lips teased my skin and his strong hands cupped my little breasts and rubbed my hot nipples.

I got really excited and horny. Josef kissed me on my mouth and put his hand on my moist, warm mound. He whispered into my ear: "Be nice to him, okay?" And I nodded with a smile, looking into my lover's wonderfully stern eyes.

"You don't mind me watching, I hope?", he asked Mark, who didn't object. Josef then sat down on the sofa again and continued smoking while he watched Marks hands roaming over my naked body, undoing my garter belt and slowly rolling off my stockings, helping me out of my high heels and getting me completely naked. He even removed the clips holding up my hairdo. I had shoulder long nutbrown hair at that time, and it fell smoothly on my back.

Mark stepped in front of me and stared at my chest and crotch, looked me over, let his fingertips wander over my body. I could not resist fishing for compliments, so I showed my body off to him, turning myself around a couple of times, smiling up at him (he was a head's length taller than me) and saying: "Do you like my body?" And he gladly gave me all kinds of sweet compliments. Then he helped me get into the black patent leather dress that Josef had bought for me. It was skin tight and got very warm very quickly. It made rustling noises with each and every movement and smelled wonderfully sexy. I felt as if every detail of my body was showing through the tight fabric. The skirt was slit up to my waist on both sides, and the dress had no part covering my breasts. It obviously was from a sex shop. Very kinky.

Our living room had a windowed front to the balcony, and outside it was already dark, deep in the night. So the glass showed our reflexion when I turned towards it and served as a good mirror. I looked like either a domina or sex slave, and I felt very horny about it.

Josef made me show myself off to them in that dress, and then he added an "accessoire" he casually mentioned to almost have forgotten. He pulled out a black leather collar with four metal rings on it and fastened it around my neck. He told me that this was to remind me I still belonged only to him, and to encourage my obedience to his will. He asked me if I liked my new dress, and I silently nodded.

Then he pinched my nipple and made me whimper as he grasped the collar's forward looking ring, pulled me closer and whispered coarsely into my ear that he now wanted me to suck off his friend, and do my best to make him feel very good about himself and his manhood. I was to take my time and not hurry it, but make him last as long as he could, and give him a good orgasm. If I did well I would receive a good hard fucking later that night. Josef's commanding voice sounded sexy as hell, and I shivered with lust as he withdrew to sit back and watch again.

I sat on Mark's lap, who had sat down again and taken a sip of wine. I let him fool around with my body a little more and suck on my titties while I stroked his head and moaned at his caressing touch and nibbling lips.

Then I asked him as nicely as I could if he would allow me to give him a blowjob, because I wanted his cock so badly. It wasn't even enacted anymore. I was so horny I spoke the truth. I slid off his lap and knelt before him in my kinky dress, unzipped his pants and helped him out of them and his underwear. His cock was straight as a pole, thick as a banana and as long as an average carrot. He was not circumcised, but his cock was clean and his balls shaved, a small patch of dark pubic hair with greyish streaks above the shaft, and the foreskin was very smooth and tender.

I took my time admiring his beautiful manhood and complimented him on his size, his taste, his fragrance, everything a man likes to hear, as my boyfriend had taught me. I started by kissing his shaft all over and rubbing my face on his dick, caressing his thighs and stomach and grasping the base of his shaft, cupping his balls to play with them... I licked his shaft and his balls, purring and moaning and letting him know I enjoyed what I was doing.

My heart jumped when he complimented my boyfriend Josef on "what a fiendishly skilled cocksucker" his girlfriend was. I slid his bulbuous head into my mouth and gently nibbled on it with my lips, tickling it with my tongue.... making him moan...

And that was only the beginning. Josef had taught me how to prolong the pleasure of a blowjob for a guy by observing his state of arousal carefully, and adjusting my efforts to it. I sucked on him for a long time. Ten minutes or more of just pure, raw cocksucking, my lips tightly sealed around his shaft, my tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock, my head bobbing up and down on his manhood, my hands gently kneading his ballsack and the base of his throbbing shaft. Slowly, gently, tenderly, while whimpering hornily on his hot meat and listening to his moans of pleasure and his outcries of amazement towards my boyfriend, who was from time to time commenting on my performance.

I felt embarrassed and yet so desireable and sexy at the same time, it was awesome! Also, it felt really, really good to have a warm, hard, pulsating piece of man meat in my watering mouth.

To relax my muscles and spare my lips a little, I then let him slip from my mouth and put my pouted, but closed lips on his shaft, rubbing them up and down on him. After that I licked and nibbled on his shaved balls and massaged his shaft with my hands. In between I even let him rub his penis on my exposed tits.

Whenever he got too excited, I did shy away from his trembling dick, smiling at him teasingly, tickling his tip with my tongue to keep him close to the edge. When he almost came, moaning louder and starting to shudder, I put a finger on his lips and said: "Shhh.... not yet... not yet, okay?" His amazed look when he nodded and slowly calmed down made me proud of my ability to please and control a man's lust.

I think it went on for over an hour. I did no longer notice what Josef was doing. Probably masturbating to the live porn he was witnessing.

After a while Mark asked me to go to the window front with him and kneel down with my back towards the window. He wanted to watch me suck him off in the reflexion. So for the last couple of minutes he stood before me in front of the balcony windows, and I knelt on the floor, my hands on his hips and my lips wrapped around his swollen, red-hot manhood. He buried his hands in my hair at the back of my head and guided my every movement delicately and carefully. I could feel his balls tighten and his shaft hardening even more, gaining a little in size as tension grew to a climax. My own juices were already running down the insides of my thighs and leaving little drops of liquid on the floor. My blood was rushing, I could feel my hearbeat in my ears and my throat. I heard myself moan on his erect cock with every stroke.

When he finally came, he unloaded a powerful stream of sperm into my mouth that I could barely hold. With a loud "FUCK!" he stumbled back as soon as he was spent and fell into the cushions of our couch. I still knelt there with my mouth full of cum and my chin stained with drops which had escaped the corners of my mouth. Josef came towards me with his cock out, jerking it. He put his hand on my head, petting me, murmuring in an excited tone: "Good girl, Alavia. Good girl... here, have some more, baby..." and grasped a handful of my hair, tilting my head up and yanking his dick in front of my face. I looked up into his eyes and opened my mouth. "That's my girl... there you go..." he said, and then unloaded his seed onto my tongue, adding his own sperm to that of his best friend. My mouth got filled with semen, and flowed over, staining the patent leather of my dress and dripping onto my naked tits.

Then he made me swallow it. I had some trouble gulping down all of that sticky mess. But it tasted good, if a little bitter and very salty.

Josef told me to go have a shower and make myself more comfortable. He would be accompanying me in our bedroom soon. As I walked past Mark, my legs very shaky from the amount of arousal raging inside me and from kneeling on the floor for such a long time, he looked up at me and gasped a "Thank you, Ally... thank you so much for that..."

I blushed, but told him I had enjoyed it very much, and that he was very welcome. I do not know what went on in our living room after that, but I guess it would have been interesting to be there and listen to what kind of conversation might have occurred between them. Josef never told me much about it. Only that he had found it appropriate to keep this a once in a lifetime experience, and that he had talked about it with Mark.

I took an extended shower, still horny as hell on the inside, and spent a good deal of time touching myself and recounting what had just happened to me. In fact I must have showered much longer than I was supposed to, because I was not yet finished when Josef accompanied me. And, as promised, I was rewarded for my obedience and devotion. Very much so. We did it in the shower, and because I had spent most of my time there pleasing myself, he had an easy time making me orgasm. We took a break, drying ourselves off and heading off to our bedroom. He told me Mark had gone home and had left "his compliments to the lady of the house". Giggling and teasing each other foolishly, we ended up in bed fucking like rabbits. The last words I heard before falling asleep in Josef's arms with my head on his chest, listening to his thumping heart, with his warm semen oozing out of my sore pussy, were "Ally, my sweet little Ally.... I am so proud of you, my girl...."

And that's the story of my night with two guys. Not really a threesome, but close to it as it gets. It only occurred this one time, and we didn't repeat it.



Sharing is Caring



"Sandy, we're leaving! Sure you don't want to come?" It was Sunday afternoon, and Sandra was alone in her bedroom, and horny.

I sure do want to come, just not the way you mean, mom, she thought, but what she said was, "That's okay, mom! See you later!" The eighteen year old had been looking forward to a nice, long masturbation session ever since her mom had mentioned a family shopping trip the night before. She would have the house to herself--or so she thought.

She sighed as she heard the car pull out of the driveway. Almost immediately, her hands were in her panties and the house filled with horny moans as she rubbed her clitty. Her hands went to the buttons on her shirt and undid them just enough to give her access to her the stiffening nipples capping her large teen breasts. She moaned again, longing for a hard cock to fill her tight puss.

Of course, all this moaning woke Sandra's father, who had been sleeping just down the hall. He had begged off from the shopping outing, claiming that he worked hard all week and the last thing he wanted to do on a Sunday was trudge around the mall forking over cash for things he neither wanted nor needed. So his wife had let him sleep in.

But now he was wide awake. Thinking his daughter was moaning in pain, he grabbed a robe (he slept in the nude) and rushed down the hall to her room. The sight that greeted him took his breath away.

Sandy, his little teenaged daughter, was splayed out on her bed, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, one hand pinching and massaging the hard pebble of her nipple, the other a blur on her clitty. The lips of her pussy glistened with moisture, and were so engorged that they pouted open. The sight would have made any man hard as a rock, and Sandra's father was no exception. In a matter of seconds his previously flaccid dick was hard as a tire iron and poking through the flap in his robe. It stuck out over eight inches, and almost unconsciously, his hand came up to stroke the monster hard-on. Sandy moaned again, and his dick jumped in his hand and drooled a little precum on the ground. He was beginning to get weak in the knees. He knew there was no excuse for what he was about to do, but he knew he was going to do it anyway. This little girl needs a fuck as badly as any woman ever has, and I'll be damned if I'm not the one to give it to her, even if I am her own father, he thought, continuing to fist his cock. 

Sandy was so lost in her lust that she didn't hear her father's labored breathing just outside her door. She just kept moaning and thrashing around on the bed, pushing her hips up at the air and arching her back so that her teen jugs jiggled. She was close, so close! If only she had a nice, hard cock packing her pussy. She'd never felt one before, but she knew it was just what she needed to push her over the edge.

Just then her father bellowed, "YOUNG LADY, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

Sandy's eyes flew open and she sat up in bed, hair a mess, looking dazedly around until her eyes lit on her father. He stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, his open robe revealing the throbbing cock that stood so handsomely at attention.

Sandy felt the blood rush to her face. "Daddy, I was just--what are you doing, Daddy? Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I asked you a question, young lady," said her father sternly. "Now, let me be more specific since your hormone-addled brain seems to be having some trouble. Were you or weren't you just thrashing your little clitty like it owed you money?"

"I--I--"

"That's what I thought," he said, nodding his head. He took a few steps into the room, his boner bouncing with every move. "And are you or aren't you aware that you are not the only person in this house who gets horny?"

"Daddy, I swear, I'll never do it again, I--huh?"

"You heard me. Here you are in a house with your father and two teenaged brothers who must be chomping at the bit to fuck, and you go flouncing about in your skimpy little outfits, give us all hardons big enough to split our pants open, and then don't even have the decency to offer your pussy as a source of relief?"

He took another few steps towards her, until his cock bobbed in front of her face. His piss slit drooled some precum onto the floor. Sandy had to fight the impulse to reach out and grab that beautiful, flared purple head and slurp it right into her mouth--it looked so tasty!--but years of socialization stopped her clean in her tracks. That was disgusting, wasn't it? She couldn't really be horny for her father...could she? It was all she could do to tear her eyes away from her father's cock and look up into his face.

"Lord knows, I get enough prudery from your mother, but at least she pulls her weight in other ways. And your brothers both do plenty of yardwork, while you sun yourself in practically nothing. That in and of itself might be alright. But then, to add insult to injury, I find you rubbing your little pussy alone? Without helping anyone else? Young lady, if that's not the most selfish thing I've ever heard of, I don't know what is." And he shook his head as if utterly disappointed in her.

Now, Sandra loved her daddy, and would do anything to please him. She just couldn't stand the idea of him thinking poorly of her!

"And this is not a selfish family, Sandra. When one of us is in need, we do anything we can to help them out. If you're horny, then the least you could do is help out someone else in the house. Anything else is just selfish, and that's not the way we do things around here. If that's not the way you want to live, then I'm afraid that there is no place for you in this home!"

"Daddy, please! I'm so sorry, I--"

"Well, Sandy, you're going to have to start making up for it in a big way. From now on, every time you get the itch, you are to come straight to me and and I will fuck you senseless. There's no way I'm going to let perfectly good pussy go to waste under this roof. And if I'm not here, you go find one of your brothers and you let them fuck you until you're limp and satisfied and they can't get it up anymore, understood?"

"Yes, daddy," Sandy said meekly.

"And if I ever, EVER catch you getting off by yourself again, so help me I will fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week! Do we understand each other, young lady?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said again, but she was already formulating ways to get herself off without being seen. Heck, she was horny as hell, but there was no way she was going to go to her father or brothers and begging for sex. There was not way! But then her father said something that made her planning fly right out the window.

"Now, lie back, baby. I can tell you're still horny, and seeing you frig your little muff's given me a boner that just won't quit." And he stepped towards her, cock in hand.

"But, Daddy, I--I can't! I'm a virgin!" Which was true, technically. She'd never had sex. but she'd lost her hymen to a hairbrush long ago.

Her dad laughed. "So was your mother, but I took care of that quick enough! Now, lie back and scoot that cute little ass over here and we'll make your first fuck one to remember." And without waiting for her to comply, he took hold of her ankles and dragged her ass to the edge of the bed. Sandy was about to protest when he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Oh, Daddy, n--oooooooooh," she moaned as he suckled on her sensitive tit. He did marvelous things to it, things that her hand could never do, and soon she decided that it might be okay to let him suck on her nipples while she decided how to get out of this. She was having trouble coming up with a plan, though. It was hard to concentrate when someone was licking and sucking your titties in a way that made you want to lift your hips off the bed and thrust them in the air, trying to find something to grind your pussy against--which, without realizing it, was exactly what Sandy was doing.

Robert chuckled. He was enjoying her inner turmoil. She obviously balked at the concept, but the reality of fucking her father seemed to turn her on as much as it did him. "Okay, sweetie, we'll get your pussy full of hard cock in a second here. Just be patient."

He took his meaty cock in his fist and lined it up with her tiny, perfect pout. She felt her daddy's knob at the entrance to her pussy, rubbing and smearing its slimy goo all up and down her pussy lips.

"Okay, baby. Daddy's gonna make you feel good now," he murmured.

Before she could protest, his head popped into her slimy opening without any resistance, and the first thing she thought was, "I feel full in a place where I never realized I felt empty." But it had, it had been empty, and her daddy's marvelous cock was making it feel all better! Now he was pushing, his nasty old boner sliding deeper into her tight teenaged cunny. He went nice and slow, sliding in and out, in and out a little deeper each time until she felt his fluffy pubes press against her little pussy lips. She felt like she had a big log stuck up inside of her, but it wasn't a log, it was her daddy's dong! It didn't hurt, she just felt...stuffed. Then he reached down and rubbed a spot right above where his massive adult dick stretched was stretching her little hole.

"Oh," she said, then, "unh!"

"That's right, squeeze daddy's cock. I knew you'd be a hot little slut once I got you going."

This was starting to feel really good! I must be a slut if I like my daddy's dick so much, Sandy thought to herself. Her breath was getting short, and she couldn't help but try to force more of his cock up inside of her. Her hips rose off the bed, wiggling and squiggling, trying to get as much hard dick into her as she could take. Something was going to happen, and if daddy's hand kept working her clitty back and forth and his nasty cock kept filling her cunny so deliciously, it was going to happen soon! Suddenly, she went stiff and she jammed her hips up to meet his, stuffing her pussy with his big daddy dong.

"Ah! Ah! Unggh! Daddy, don't stop! I'm cumming! Oh, Daddy, you're making me come so gooood!"

"That's right, baby," he crooned as her spasming pussy chewed on his cock. "Come on daddy's cock. Oh, you're pussy's so tight, it feels like you're milking me. Oh, you dirty little slut, you love your daddy's cock, don't you?"

"Oh, yessss, daddy, I love your cock, it's so big and it feels so good!"

When she had come down from her orgasm, he took hold of her hips and slowly started to slide his meat in and out. Her tight teen pussy was nice and wet from her come, though, and soon he was wailing away inside her twat as though he'd been fucking her for years. "I hope I will be fucking her for years to come!" he thought. She was whining and grinding on his cock again like a bitch in heat, and the sight of his own daughter savoring the feel of his manhood as it slithered in and out of her tight quim was more than he could take. He began pounding her pussy like a man possessed, and soon his cock began to twitch and jump inside of her.

"Unh, yes, daddy, fuck me hard! Unh, gonna come again!"

"Oh yeah, baby, that's good," he grunted, "come on my cock while I spurt inside of you!"

Suddenly her eyes flew open in alarm. "No, Daddy, no! Don't come in my pussy! I'm not on the pill--oooooh, yes just like that--"she groaned as he lifted her by the ass cheeks so he could plow her more deeply. "Daddy, I could get--unh, unh--I could get--"

His body stiffened. His balls tightened, ready to launch their incestuous load into his teenaged daughter's womb. He thrust iron prick as deep inside of her as it would go.

"--PREGNANT!"

His prick spurted, shooting blast after blast of silvery baby-making juice up inside his daughter. As it did, her pussy clamped down on it in an orgasm so intense that all she could do was squeal, "DADDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Again and again he spurted, dumping as much sperm into his little girl's womb as he could, and her tight teen pussy milked every last drop from his squirting prick. He didn't care if she got pregnant--heck, the thought kind of turned him on. He just loved dumping his load in her and, despite her protests, it seemed as though she loved feeling his cock shoot off inside of her, too.

As soon as he could catch his breath he pulled his wilting cock from its slimy union with her twat and took a moment to admire his handiwork. She lay on her back, eyes closed, still catching her breath. Her large breasts were red from rubbing against his chest. Her pussy lips were red and stretched, and as he watched, a white blob of his sperm dripped from her pussy and onto the bed.

He stood and grabbed his robe. Before leaving, he turned back to her. "Thank you, sweetie. That was wonderful. I appreciate you sharing your pussy with me like that. And remember, the next time you get horny, you come to me or one of your brothers." He emphasized his point by wagging his cock at her. "I promise, we'll take good care of you!" And with that, he strode out the door and downstairs to watch the game, a satisfied smirk on his face. He had just discovered that his daughter was a horny slut, and he looked forward to taking advantage of his daughter's horny, slutty nature for as long as she lived under his roof.



Sharing Is Caring



It seemed my wife Dee and I had picked a good weekend for an overnight stay in town. It was a lovely hot sunny Saturday morning as we drove in and both were in a relaxed and playful mood. Dee was feeling quite flirty and contented so even wore a nice thin cotton dress to travel in and, as I discovered within the first ten minutes, no panties! I had slipped my hand up onto her bare thigh, which I could never resist, had a little stroke upwards and felt the soft bareness of exposed pussy on the outside of my hand. Dee had eagerly permitted my intrusion by silently looking straight ahead and opening her legs for me to obtain a good feel.

This was a pleasing development so as I teased Dee to wetness with my strokes and nudges, I made sure to discuss what mischief we could get up to in the evening. Maybe a meal and while away a few hours in a nightclub so Dee could chat up a few guys and dance, tease them into having an erection by rubbing herself against them in the slow dances and all the while let me sit as if a stranger and keep an eye on things. Dee loved this new flirting game of ours so I knew I would be getting her excited when we just talked about the options!

However, I already had made plans for the afternoon, unbeknown to Dee! I was tossing up in my mind whether to tell Dee or surprise her, but once we had got half way, I had resolved to really get her juices flowing and confess what I had lined up.

"Well." I announced in a matter of fact manner, "I've actually got the afternoon all planned."

Dee could tell by the cheeky grin on my face that I was up to mischief.

"Oh?" Dee asked, trying to hide the eagerness to know what. 

"Yes" I continued, "there's someone I have been eager to introduce to you and they are going to come and meet us at the hotel."

"Who is it?" Dee asked excitedly as her mind started racing. Dee were wondering what this was all about and why the mystery.

I pondered again whether to just keep her guessing.

She was going through scenarios in her mind and based upon my cheeky demeanour and the way I had been idly arousing her with my touching, concluded that it was going to involve a great deal of sexual pleasure... Could it be a couple we had encountered online? Maybe it is another woman? Or, Dee wondered, even maybe a guy?

Dee started asking me, like a game of twenty questions and I was economical with the clues. In fact, what I had planned had taken me a few weeks and if Dee had known what I had already arranged and the exchanges of facts and information, she would have probably been cross with me!

This was going to be my finest hour. I was filled with some trepidation because I had such mixed feelings about it, but I knew it would be the ultimate idea to pleasure Dee and my love for her and love of pleasuring her were the key elements in my decision to proceed.

I had scanned different people online specifically looking for one particular guy that I thought might provide Dee with the ultimate experience. I had contacted a few and settled on this one guy, been to meet him, talked with him about Dee and found him to be a really nice guy. Physically, he would be everything I knew Dee would enjoy the most. Just to whet his appetite I had shown him pictures of Dee naked in all her glory. Described her lovely skin, the softness and fullness of her breasts, Her wonderfully sensual kisses and every little detail of the woman I knew. He was certainly keen to help me with my quest and was eager for us to make it happen.

Her excited questioning and badgering me for an answer finally took their toll.

"Ok." I said flatly. "I have arranged for a guy I met to come and meet us. I've spoken to him at much length, met him and he's a lovely bloke. In his early thirties, very good looking and he had an amazing big cock that, after telling him about you and showing him pictures of you naked, he now desperately wants you to have it!"

There was a stunned silence. Her mind stopped racing through alternatives and the reality of what was on offer began to sink in. Also, the fact that I had shared so much about her with some stranger including erotic images of her naked!

"So you've arranged for this guy to join us?" Dee asked in a way that was as if she were struggling to believe it to be true and also put an emphasis on the word "join" to express it in a sexual way rather than a social connotation.

"Kind of..." I replied. "In fact, what I have in mind is that you and Kane, that's his name by the way, are going to spend some time alone together this afternoon in our hotel room and also in our bed."

I chose the words carefully because I wanted to make sure I used the key words and phrases that I knew would excite and arouse Dee most. "Alone together," "hotel room" and "bed." More than this, he had a big cock in my judgement and I was going to leave Dee alone with him to have sex!

Suddenly, Dee felt filled with a mixture of blind panic and excitement. The anxiety was outweighing the excitement as soon as I had told her my intention, but my words started to dance in her mind and her sensual side started to surge. This was a 'fait a complete' being presented, my tone told Dee it wasn't negotiable and she was now feeling a hotness and buzzing between her legs as her nipples hardened and she felt herself blushing with arousal.

Dee turned to me and gave an ironic smile.

"I love you baby! What a wonderful thing to give me. I'm sure I shall love it."

Dee said it in an almost reassuring way but tinged with reluctance as if to assuage my own doubts and jealousy.

"I have no doubts you will." I stated and drove in silence and allowed her mind to get to work on anticipating the experience. Was he good looking? Would Dee actually fancy him? How big IS his cock and if I liked him then Dee probably would too.

Once at the hotel we checked in and went up to the room. As arranged, there was a king sized bed which dominated what was essentially a standard arrangement for hotel rooms. It was a large open plan room with a bed, two armchairs and round coffee table and a nicely appointed bathroom off the hallway as you entered, plus luggage rack and small fully stocked fridge and shelf with kettle and various hot drink sachets. There was a large dresser with huge mirror installed at the end of the bed. As soon as we had unpacked, I sent a text to Kane, which was his signal to come on over in exactly one hour and gave him the room number and floor.

"You'd better get a wiggle on and shower and change" I instructed. "He will be here in exactly one hour."

Dee threw her arms around me and gave me a lovely warm kiss.

"I'm scared!!" Dee confessed.

"Well don't be" I reassured. "He really is a nice guy and very good looking. Besides, he fancies you something rotten!"

I took the time in our embrace to gently unclip her bra behind her back as we kissed a long, lingering and loving kiss. I slowly slid my hand up under her dress to between her legs and gently stroked her pussy, which was now soaking wet. I noted just how soft and smooth Dee felt, having given herself a shave and moisturise that morning. I unzipped her dress and let it gently fall to the floor around her feet exposing her nakedness, then I gently suckled her engorged nipples sensually and lovingly, my hands stroking her neck, back and buttocks.

I desperately wanted to fuck her there and then, but didn't want to maybe spoil the anticipation Dee held regarding events that were going to take place in an hour or so.

I slipped out of my clothes and led Dee by the hand to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and once the temperature was right, stepped into the shower cubicle with her and we washed each other lovingly. Dee washed her hair and conditioned it and stepped into the fluffy towel I held open for her when she finished rinsing.

"No need for you to worry about what to wear" I stated. "You are going to be wearing this..." as I grabbed a big white fluffy towelling robe from behind the bathroom door.

Her pretty eyes looked up at me and suddenly she looked vulnerable, beautiful and loving. Her nails were all painted. She was clean and soft and all that was the difference between her looking like a sex goddess was a hairdryer and some mascara!

Once she had brushed her teeth, I led her wrapped in her towel and sat her on the stool to the dresser and she used their hair drier to start drying her hair.

Whilst Dee got herself organised, I grabbed one of the two bottles of Merlot we had brought from our case and opened one, pouring her a glass and placing it alongside her on the dresser.

"Get this into for Dutch Courage" I insisted. Dee gulped a couple of mouthfuls and I sat watching her get ready and apply her eye make-up. Every now and then I fussed over her whilst keeping an eye on time and refilled her wine glass.

Once Dee had finished and applied perfume (a swift squirt to her pussy too, I noted!) I took the towel and slipped the robe over her shoulders as I stood behind her standing naked assessing herself in the mirror.

*****

I checked my watch.

"Ok. I'm going down to meet Kane. He will be here in five minutes so I shall send him up when he arrives. Ok?"

Dee gave me a worried look and feigned a cry.

"I'm not sure I can go through with this" Dee pleaded.

"Well too late. No choice" I stated. "I love you baby, don't ever doubt it! I want you to have a wonderful time. I will be back in a while to see you."

With that, I kissed Dee and stroked the side of her face and neck. I needed to make the break clean as I was having second thoughts too and fighting to quell my jealousy and self-doubt, so I simply walked to the door. I turned and gave her a smile and she f***ed one in return, then I opened the door and left her.

The sound of the door slamming brought on a brief moment of panic. Five minutes. And then a stranger will be knocking on the door!

Her feminine sensuality took over. Dee studied herself in the mirror, adjusted the robe to conceal her nakedness beneath as far as possible and secured the belt with a firm bow. Dee checked her hair, make-up and all the details that were going to form the first impression and started to try and visualise the coming face to face with a stranger. What to say, how to act. Dee felt herself blush and, noticeably, her nipples hardened and sent shocks of pleasure down her tummy to her pussy. Dee quickly rubbed her hand over her pussy to make sure it wasn't too wet and rushed to the bathroom to have a wee, being careful to douche afterwards and wash her hands. Then she brushed her teeth yet again and patted her tingling pussy dry with a towel, then readjusted the robe in the bathroom mirror.

Suddenly there was a gentle knock at the door.

Dee jumped, startled from her gaze in the mirror and took a couple of deep breaths. She gently padded to the door and peered through the spy-hole. There was stood a good looking guy looking down below the viewing hole as if trying to hear movement. Her heart jumped. "Wow! He's very nice!" Dee thought to Herself and felt the excitement surge within her stomach.

With a final deep breath, Dee reached out and took the door handle and gently opened the door and peered at the visitor around the half opened door with a soft smile.

The first thing Dee noticed was his piercing blue eyes and a nice set of teeth in a broad smile. He was over six foot and therefore taller than me, athletic build and wearing a loose checked white and blue shirt, grey chino style jeans and casual brown loafers.

"Hi! I'm Kane!" he announced. "Dee isn't it?"

"Hi Kane. Yes! I'm Dee." She opened the door and Kane stepped past her into the hallway.

As he passed Dee noticed he smelled clean, kind of soapy and fresh with a hint of a pleasing aftershave. He had short mid brown curly hair and he was very nice indeed!! He was about six foot two so towered over Dee barefoot and he had a good build, slighter than me but looked very athletic.

Kane stopped as he entered the main room and turned to Dee as she followed.

Offering his hand he said "Your husband has told me a lot about you. I'm really pleased to meet you at last."

Dee put her hand in his and noted its size and softness as he gently grasped her in a hand shake, returning his smile. Not sure what to say and somewhat overwhelmed at how sexy this guy was, Dee blurted "Can I get you a glass of wine?"

"That'll be nice" Kane confirmed and Dee filled the empty glass for him and topped hers up again. As she did so, she could feel him eyeing her up and down, looking at her bare feet and legs and gazing at her breasts cosseted within the towelling robe but with nipples totally erect and by now tingling in anticipation.

Handing him his glass he returned her eye contact and simply said "Thank you."

Her nervousness was clear during these opening moments and she wasn't quite sure what she felt about the situation.

Kane broke the awkward silence.

"You know" he stated. "It has always been a fantasy of mine to meet a woman who is as attractive as you are but older than me and to be alone with her like this. Women I usually meet don't seem to be as relaxed and as confident as you are."

Dee emitted a chuckle at the irony of his statement. She felt anything but confident and in fact, found him to be very open and confident, a trait she rather liked about him as well as his good looks.

"I can assure you that I'm not as confident as you think!" Dee blurted.

"Well, you seem more confident than I am" observed Kane.

"I can assure you that I'm actually shaking like a leaf inside right now!" Dee offered.

"Oh? Well please don't be nervous" Kane assured her and reached out and placed his hand on the side of her face, cupping it in his hand. He gently stroked her hair and tucked it behind her ear with his finger. His touch was electrifying. 

Dee felt shivers run down her spine and her pussy ached with arousal. She wanted this man and her body was betraying any sense of calmness she was trying to portray.

*****

Kane placed his glass on the dresser and stepped toward Dee. Still with his hand cupping the side of her face he stooped from his position towering over her and gently kissed her on the lips. Dee raised her face to receive it, placed her glass down on the dresser and closed her eyes to enjoy the warmth and softness of his lips, breathing in his scent and feeling her heart thumping in her chest. Her legs were shaking by now too, as Kane put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him in an embrace, which Dee returned by putting her arms around him and hands on his back.

Dee continued the kiss and felt Kane's tongue gently probe her mouth and toy with her own tongue. The kiss deepened and his hands were now exploring her through the robe, stroking her back and bottom, holding her against him as he kissed her and she felt his groin pressing urgently against her belly. Her excitement and arousal at the feel of his cock swelling against her were becoming too much to bear. She wanted to know this man. She wanted to see and feel how big he was but she wanted to make the anticipation last. But the swelling that was evident was definitely large.

As Kane kissed her, he held her bottom with his hand and freed the other to raise each foot in turn and untie his shoes and slip them off along with his socks. Dee remained engaged with his kiss and felt his firm muscular body through his shirt, stroking up his back to his broad shoulders. Once he had removed his shoes he moved back from her with his chest, still pressing his arousal against her and slipped a hand into the fold of the front of the gown seeking out her bare breast with a soft, strong hand. It found its target and brushed over her nipple, which sent shocks like static electricity to her clitoris which throbbed and ached for touch as she rubbed against his thigh.

Dee decided she needed to investigate; to know this man with her hands. She slipped a hand between their bodies and sought out the big bulge that was pressed against her belly. Dee stroked the palm of her hand over it and it was immense! Her hand wouldn't fit all the way round it and as she stroked down to his balls and up along its length her excitement almost peaked. Dee could feel an orgasm welling inside of her at the sheer excitement and anticipation of having this immense cock pulsing and throbbing in her hands, her mouth and penetrating her...

Kane broke off the kiss and looked Dee in the eyes.

"Time to give you what your husband wants you to have" he stated and stepped away from her. Dee immediately gazed at the focus of her recent attentions, a massive cock that was bulging rudely and straining against the front of his trousers. He stared Dee in the eye as he unbuttoned his shirt in an instant, discarding it with distain then retaining her gaze, quickly removed his trousers and boxers in one fail swoop. He was totally naked there stood in front of her in his magnificence and he calmly went and lay on the bed...

Reaching a hand out to Dee as he reclined, he beckoned her to join him.

"I need your help over here to deal with this" he stated, glancing at his magnificent erect cock that was propped upwards off of his belly by the fingers of his right hand for her to admire.

Indeed, it was an incredible sight. There was this amazingly handsome man reclining naked on the bed with the most beautiful cock Dee had ever imagined, there presented to her for her enjoyment and inviting her interaction.

Dee couldn't take Her eyes off this magnificent sight and her first orgasm swept through her as she untied the gown and slipped it from her shoulders seductively, causing the material to stroke across her nipples and down her back triggering her body into climax. Dee gave out a sigh and moved almost stealthily, cat-like and crawled onto the bed between Kane's legs and knelt there taking in the vista, she reached for him with her right hand and stroked its length almost like she would pet an a****l, from the top of the shaft down to his large, masculine testicles. Dee felt his cock pulse powerfully and jump as she stroked him and felt the softness of the taut skin and his huge balls. Taking his magnificent cock in her right hand she grasped the shaft and gently tugged downward. Kane sighed loudly and closed his eyes, throwing his head back onto the pillows he had propped himself up with. Dee placed her other hand on him and with one hand near the base and one near the top gently jerked his erection seductively.

Immediately, the thought crossed her mind; how would this feel inside of her? Could it fit inside her? Could she possibly ride this magnificent cock?

Dee leaned forward and licked the trickle of clear pre-cum that oozed from its tip, up over and all around the ridge of the purple, swollen head and took it into her mouth as far as it could go. Kane moaned with appreciation. Dee held her breath and took the head deep into her throat as far as she could and with it jammed in her throat it was only still half in!

Kane gave out a moan of pleasure and submission to her attentions. Dee gently sucked and licked the head of the cock in and out of her hungry mouth and felt the shaft twitch and pulse with every flick of her tongue. Her pussy was now so wet that her juices were running down her inner thighs and her calf was soaked with her sweet juices where she had settled onto it to kneel in comfort as she worked this beautiful organ.

Dee wanted no more foreplay or attention, just to have him inside of her, so she crawled up and over Kane and straddled him grasping his stiff cock in her right hand and steadied herself with her left hand on his chest. Slowly she backed up onto the head of it, guiding the tip to her waiting and slippery gaping pussy and lowered herself so the head was inside her. Her pussy stretched painlessly to accommodate it and she felt a second orgasm overtake her. "Oh My god!"




Sharing Is Caring



This is dedicated to Matt Moreau of 'Loving Wives' fame.

***

THE CHARACTERS:

Bob - Husband, 42 years old, 5' 5", 240 lbs., auburn hair, green eyes

Jenny - Wife, 39 years old, 5' 7", 124 lbs., 34-24-35, auburn hair, brown eyes

Derek - Lothario, 34 years old, 6' 2", 185 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes

Bert - Bartender, 53 years old, 5' 9", 300 lbs., shaved head, brown eyes

***

SCENE ONE - Bob and Jenny's living room

Bob: Alright Jenny, you said it was an emergency so I drove home as fast as I could. What's so important that you couldn't tell me over the phone? (Pauses) And who's this?

Jenny: Well, that's the reason that I wanted you to come home early. (Takes deep breath) I wanted to introduce you to Derek.

Bob: Jenny, introducing me to your friends isn't an emergency! You could've introduced us over lunch or coffee during the weekend. I was actually swamped with work at the office and I dropped everything to come home for this?! Dear God, I thought there was a fire or a break-in or some-

Jenny: Bob, stop ranting! This is an emergency. I'm horny.

Bob: (Pauses) Being horny is an emergency?! We have sex almost every night, honey! If you wanted to do something special or romantic tonight, we could've talked about it over the phone and I could've arranged something! (Lowers voice) But I don't think it's appropriate to talk about our sex life in front of your friend.

Jenny: That's the thing, Bob, I've already arranged something. Derek isn't just a friend. He's my lover.

(Cue chirping crickets)

Bob: He's what?

Jenny: He's my lover, or at least he's about to be. We've never actually had sex yet, but I'm planning to take him upstairs to the bedroom and do just that. I didn't want to do this behind your back; that would be cheating. So, I wanted you both to meet first.

(Cue plane flying overhead)

Derek: (Clears throat) It's good to meet you, Bob.

Bob: You want me to break your hand, is that it? Is that why you're sticking your hand out like that? I ought to smash your teeth in, you wife-stealing son-of-a-

Jenny: (Raises voice) Bob! There's no need to be vulgar! Besides, if you both did get into a fight, Derek would mop the floor with you, and I'd still be taking him upstairs.

Derek: (Chuckles) It's okay, Jenny. If Bob wants to tangle, I don't mind the foreplay. It'll just be a light workout before our private session.

Bob: Jenny, this is insane! You're horny, so you call me to come home to introduce me to this jackass?! I'm your husband! I'm supposed to take care of things when you're horny! I can't believe you'd do this to us, to our marriage! Don't you love me anymore?

Jenny: Oh, Bob; of course I still love you. You're my husband and you've always taken good care of me for the past fourteen years that we've been married. You're smart, you're sweet, you're romantic and you've a steady job with good pay-

Bob: And all that isn't enough?!

Derek: Bob, she's trying to let you down easy here. You're steady and dependable. That means you're boring. Nothing wrong with that; you're an accountant, you're supposed to be boring.

Bob: I'm not talking to you, asshole! I'm having a conversation with my wife! You're not even welcome in this house, so why don't you take your dinky dong and your fast-food minimum-wage salary and get out of here?!

Jenny: Don't be crass, honey. Derek's my guest, so he is welcome in this house. And he doesn't have a small penis.

Bob: And how do you know that? I thought you said that you haven't had sex with him yet?!

Jenny: Well...

Derek: Buddy, I earn in a month what you make in a year. Jenny, you may not count hand-jobs and blowjobs as sex-

Bob: WHAT?!

Jenny: Honey, there's no need to shout. As I was saying, Derek and I have never actually had sex yet, but I'm dying to find out if I can fit all of Derek's nine-inches inside me. I've only ever touched Derek's penis and put it in my mouth just the once... maybe twice... and I've never been able to deep-throat him. Bob, you were my first; until now you were my only. Your five inches do the job just fine-

Bob: Five-and-a-half!

Jenny: Alright baby, five-and-a-half. I almost always get there with you, and it's always good when we make love. But-

Derek: But five inches of rubber can't compare to nine inches of steel.

Bob: FIVE-AND-A-HALF! And what's this about 'almost always'?

Derek: And Jenny, I'll make sure all nine inches fits nice in that tight, wet pussy.

Bob: Why the hell are you even talking to us, asshole? Why are you even still here? Didn't I just tell you to fucking leave?! You get out of my house right now!

Derek: If you point that finger at me one more time, it'll be assault. And when I break it and punch you in your flabby guts, it'll be self-defense.

(Cue ringside boxing bell)

Jenny: Boys! There's no need to get violent! Now Bob, all this arguing is giving me a headache, but I'm still horny and I'm taking Derek upstairs whether you want me to or not.

Bob: You've never wanted to have sex when you have a headache. Was that just an excuse you reserve for me?

Jenny: Oh honey, don't be mad. Nothing's changed between us. We'll still be making love like we always do; the only difference now is that you'll be sharing my time with Derek.

Bob: Why the hell would I want to share my wife with an asshole?!

Jenny: You're always going on and on about how people should share more often, how sharing is caring-

Bob: I was talking about paper clips and French fries!

Jenny: (Sighs) Oh honey, it's neither here nor there. You'll see; Derek and I having sex won't get in the way of anything. And I might learn a new trick or two that we can use to spice up our sex life. Derek, let's go upstairs.

Derek: Lead the way, pretty lady. Hey Bob, you can come watch us if you want; you might learn something.

Bob: Why the hell would I want to watch you fuck my wife?! And where the hell are you both going?! We're not done here yet!

Jenny: Yes we are, Bob. You came home, and you've met Derek. You're not going to fight him, and you're not going to kick up a fuss about this. He and I are going upstairs now, so you should get back to the office. Derek, are you coming?

Derek: Right behind you. And then you'll be coming, over and over!

(Cue cheesy 70's porn music)

Fade to black

***

SCENE TWO - Bert's Bar and Grill

Bob: Hey Bert, give me a double scotch, neat.

Bert: A bit early in the afternoon for scotch, isn't it? Shouldn't you be at the office?

Bob: I should, but I'm not.

Bert: Work troubles? You got fired or something?

Bob: No, I didn't get fired.

Bert: Your secretary's pregnant and you're the father?

Bob: No!

Bert: It's your boss' daughter, then.

Bob: Nobody's pregnant! I'm not screwing anyone at work! Work is fine; just give me my drink, will you?

Bert: Alright, no need to shout, I'm right in front of you. I'm just making conversation here, you know, like those bartenders you read about on those erotic story websites. (Cocks head at reader)

Bob: Sorry for snapping at you, Bert. I'm just a little on edge. (Gulps down drink) Hit me again.

Bert: Take it easy with the drinks there, buddy. You still need to get home after. (Pauses) Or is it home troubles?

Bob: Home troubles it is, Bert. Jenny's screwing some jack-off right now. Dirk, Dork or whatever his name is. She even introduced me to the guy before she took him upstairs. (Gulps down drink) Hit me again.

Bert: She introduced the guy to you? Damn, that hurts. Here, this one's on the house.

Bob: Thanks.

Bert: So, he's at your home fucking your wife in your bedroom, and you're here getting drunk. Shouldn't you be over there beating the tar out of this guy and kicking his ass out the front door?

Bob: C'mon, Bert. Look at me! I'm overweight, out of shape, and the last fight I got into was with Sally Albright in sixth grade, and she kicked the shit out of me. If I tried to rough up this Dork guy to get him to leave Jenny alone, he'd kick my ass and throw me out of my own house, and he'd still fuck my wife! I'm not some tech-savvy, Navy SEAL, Special Ops superspy playboy millionaire like those guys you read about online. (Cocks head at reader)

Bert: Well, getting drunk and burying your head in the sand isn't going to make the problem go away. Or is your wife planning on making this a one-time thing?

Bob: One-time thing or not, it's one time too many. Besides, it seems that she's been cozy with this guy long before today. Bitch.

Bert: Maybe I'm reading too much into that, but it doesn't sound like you'd be taking your wife back after she's done with this fling or whatever. You considering divorce?

Bob: I'm still thinking hard about that.

Bert: Pussy.

Bob: What's that supposed to mean?

Bert: It means you're thinking about staying with your wife because of her pussy. It also means you're thinking of staying with your wife because you're a pussy.

Bob: Go to hell, Bert!

Bert: If I did, who'd listen to your woes and ply you with drinks? Besides, I'm not the one who's thinking of staying married to a woman who's blatantly cheating on me. If you stay married to her, you won't have to go to hell. You'd already be there.

Bob: Easy for you to say. You don't love that stupid bitch.

Bert: And I know that you do.

Bob: Anyway, if I did divorce Jenny, she'd get half of everything and I have to pay her alimony on top of everything else. 'Thanks for cheating on me, Jenny. Here, have some money'! What's the point of going to court if all you'll do is make rich lawyers richer? (Gulps down drink) Hit me again.

Bert: There you go. It's your last one, though.

Bob: (Sighs) Say I do divorce her, Bert. Say the courts are shockingly merciful and I happen to come out even, more or less. When the dust settles, who'd want to be with a divorced, 40-something, short, overweight, boring accountant? Especially one who has to live in a crappy one-bedroom apartment after he has to sell his house and split the proceeds with his ex-wife?

(Cue weeping violins)

Bert: If you're going to convince yourself to stay married to your wife, it seems to me that you need to find a way to keep her from straying in the future.

Bob: I'm thinking hard about that one, too.

(Cue 'Final Jeopardy' music)

Bert: Don't over-complicate your strategies. Keep it simple. You're an accountant; what are your strengths?

Bob: (Sighs) I don't have much, at least not any that I can use in this situation.

Bert: Okay, then use somebody else's strengths. (Pauses) What about Ernie?

Bob: Ernie?

Bert: Yeah, Ernie.

Bob: Ernie of 'Ernie's House of Chinese Cuisine' Ernie? I do his taxes for him, I help him keep his account sheets balanced, what about it?

Bert: Finish your drink, and then give him a call. Share your troubles with him; sharing is caring, after all. I have a feeling that he can help you get your accounts balanced.

Fade to black

***

SCENE THREE - Bert's Bar and Grill

Bob: Hey Bert, give me a double scotch, on the rocks.

Bert: A perfect time of the evening for scotch. Where've you been these last couple of weeks? Haven't seen you drag your feet in here since that afternoon.

Bob: I was just lying low; keeping myself busy at the office, taking care of Jenny when I'm home-

Bert: Still keeping her around, I take it?

Bob: Still keeping her around. What can I say? I love her. (Sips drink)

Bert: Not worried about her screwing around on you anymore?

Bob: Not for the foreseeable future, no. And thanks for your good advice, by the way.

Bert: My pleasure. (Pauses) What'd you mean by 'taking care of Jenny'? What happened?

Bob: Some guy broke into our house a few days ago. He took off with some jewelry, my watches, the blender and the coffee machine. (Sips drink) Jenny was alone when it happened, but I came home just in time to scare the guy off and call the cops; the guy didn't hurt her too bad, and thank goodness she wasn't raped...

Bert: I can only imagine the trauma she's feeling.

Bob: I had to install a security system in the house, just to make her feel a little safer. But now she's scared to be home alone at night; she's always calling me to find out when I'm coming home.

Bert: Ah, the knight in shining armor.

Bob: I don't know about that. But it does feel good to be needed. (Sips drink)

Bert: At least she's looking to you for comfort, and not somebody else. (Pause) Whatever happened to that guy Dirk, or Dork or whatever his name is?

Bob: I don't know if I should get into details.

Bert: C'mon, you can tell me. Think of me as a priest. Confess your sins.

Bob: (Pauses) First priest I've ever known that encourages imbibing alcohol. (Sips drink)

Bert: You want to spill your guts and you know it. Go ahead, unburden yourself.

Bob: Well, let's just say that Ernie's been a good friend-

Bert: I'm glad you took my advice and called him.

Bob: Yeah, and let's just say that Ernie has been very... sympathetic... in helping me deal with my problems.

Bert: Everybody needs friends.

Bob: Don't I know it. By the way, there was that unfortunate incident two weeks ago involving a mugging. Did you read about that in the paper?

Bert: I only read the sports section and the funnies.

Bob: Here, let me read it to you. (Pulls out newspaper clipping from wallet) 'A local resident was mugged and sexually assaulted in the alley behind Dominic's Gym on South Street late Tuesday evening. The victim, Derek Jones age 34, was taken to Field's Memorial Hospital for treatment of his injuries and is currently recuperating under intensive care. Mr. Jones has been unable to identify his assailant, and at this time the police have been unable to locate any witnesses to the crime, as well as linking it to any other muggings that have occurred in the past. The public is requested to come forward with any information relating to this incident.'

Bert: Intensive care? What did Ernie do to him?

Bob: Who said it was Ernie? I didn't say it was Ernie. Did anybody say it was Ernie?

Bert: Alright, it wasn't Ernie! So you don't know who, or what, happened to this Derek Jones guy.

Bob: I only know what's reported in the papers. (Sips drink) And what the nurses at the hospital tell me when I went to visit.

Bert: You visited him?!

Bob: Only as a concerned citizen. Anyway, I was already at the hospital 'visiting' my 'Aunt Martha', and I just happened to stroll by the ICU on the way out.

Bert: And?

Bob: (Chuckling) Two black eyes, broken nose, split lip, missing teeth, six broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, three broken fingers on his right hand, four broken fingers on his left hand, shattered left knee, sprained right ankle, and they're doing all they can to save his testicles.

Bert: I'm confused. I don't see how any of that can be considered sexual assault.

Bob: Yeah, about that. (Pauses) It seems that 'somebody' shoved a nine-inch piece of rebar up his ass.

(Cue blaring foghorn)

Bert: Let me top up that scotch for you. (Pauses) Well, it seems that Mr. Derek Jones is physically feeling a little bit of the emotional pain he put you through.

Bob: Well, sharing is caring, after all. Now he's sharing my misery.

Bert: So the temptation's been removed, but there'll be others in the future.

Bob: (Sips drink) I realize that, but I try not to lose sleep worrying about it. Besides, I get the feeling that Jenny's preoccupied with trying to keep me at home. Speak of the devil, that's her calling now. (Answers phone) Hello? ... I'm at Bert's... it's just one scotch, Jenny... considering what our marriage and our lives have been through these past few days, I think I'm entitled... don't worry, I'm not going anywhere... you'll have to be brave for a few minutes longer until I get home... you can do it... I know you're scared; if I'd gone through what you did and I'd been hurt during the break-in, I'd be scared, too... that's why we installed the alarm system, right? ... I'll be home before you know it... don't forget our appointment with Dr. McCoy tomorrow afternoon... okay, bye... (Sips drink) What'd I owe you for the scotch?

Bert: Four-fifty. You're pretty calm for a guy facing the stress of a home invasion and a cheating wife.

Bob: I've got liquor to calm my nerves, and I've got friends like you and Ernie with shoulders that I can cry on. Besides, I just squeeze Jenny's wedding ring in my hand and it reminds me to hold on to the good things in my marriage. (Sips drink)

Bert: You're carrying Jenny's wedding ring with you? How come she doesn't just wear it?

Bob: A bit hard for her to wear it, considering that she's now missing her ring finger. (Finishes drink)

(Cue 'Psycho' shower scene music)

Fade to black