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By: frangipani



All day at work I'm thinking about your cock. Wondering if you would fuck me later, how you would fuck me. If I would be lucky enough to get your cock shoved into my mouth, ramming into my throat and fucking my face as if it were my cunt, just another hole to be used for your pleasure.

Sometime in the early afternoon you text me to tell me that tonight you want me to put a butt plug in my ass, nipple clamps on my nipples, and a vibrator in my cunt and drive to the store to look for something for our upcoming camping trip. This makes me dripping wet thinking about my holes being filled and I can't wait for the day to be over. 

When I finally get home I wait a little bit, wanting traffic to clear up a bit before I go out. I resist going upstairs and making myself come, you didn't tell me to do that. You said I can come after I leave the store.

Finally, I decide, it's time. I go upstairs and pull out the toybox. Lubing up the butt plug and my ass, I lay down and slide it into my ass. It goes in rather quickly because I'm already so turned on. I then take a photo on my phone and send it to you. I flip over and spread my legs, my clit and pussy are dying to be touched but there's still work to be done.

You text me back, "good slut." I pull out the nipple clamps and pinch them onto my nipples, the initial shock is painful but then it starts to feel good. I tighten them so that if pulled on they won't come off and take another picture to send you.

"Very nice. How tight are they?" You ask. I tell you they are tight enough that if pulled on they will give my nipples and big tits some good tugs without coming off. "Wish someone would do it for me in my absence!" you text back, and so I take a video and send it to you if me tugging on the chain myself, my heavy tits being pulled up my the nipples. It feels delicious and I hope that when you get home later you will give my tits some good abuse.

"And what will you fill your cunt with?" Is your next text. I tell you that I'm not sure, the vibrators, as you requested that I use one, stick out too far for this purpose. I tell you that I was thinking the realistic like fleshy colored dildo I have or a vibrating egg stuck against my clit. "Ok, you pick." You text right at the same time as I text you the message, "or both, if it will please you."

Your immediate reply is, "Both!" So I slide the dildo into my dripping wet pussy and the fake balls shove up against my pussy lips and it feels good to have my ass filled with the plug and the dildo filling up my cunt. I then push the vibrating piece up against my clit and turn on the vibe, but have to turn it off for a bit or I'll come right there. I take a photo, and you can see the three toys lined up along my holes. The red egglike vibrator laying against my clit, the balls of the fleshy colored dildo, and the bugg plugs end.

"Beautiful. Just how a slut should look." You say, and I thank you. "Maybe next time I will make you wear the penis gag while you are driving. LOL!" You text, and this thought makes my cunt even wetter. I love having all three of my holes filled at once. I prefer one of them to be with your cock, but since your not here toys are good. I text you back and tell you the truth, that it's a scary idea and a turn on at the same time. I'm afraid to tell you that, because you'll want me to do it. And I am scared to do it. Your reply is, "You want to do that today?"

I think about it. I want to say yes, and I decide to bargain with you. "If I do will you promise to come on me later when you get home and then fuck my face after you shower?" I ask, since I asked you earlier this afternoon if you would please use me as a cumrag the minute you got home and cum all over my face and you said maybe if you felt like it, I figure this is a good way to get what I want. 

"Yes," you say, "but you must understand that I want to hear or be sent an email or text telling me all about your experience." I promise I will tell you everything and pull out the penis gag. "Ok." You say.

"Ok, I'm ready to go!" I text you. "Good girl." You text back. I leave the house, the toys still inside of me, my panties keeping the dildo in my cunt and the vibrator against my clit. It's not easy to walk, I have to go slow. I hop into my car and it feels even better. The seat pushes against all the toys, shoving them into me and I move around a little so they feel good as I move. I pull out of our subdivision and then when I'm a little ways away I put the penis gag on. I really want you to cum on me, I'd do anything for that right now. My cunt is soaking sloppy wet and I snap a photo of me wearing the penis gag and send it to you.

"Good slut." You say back. I find myself wishing we used the penis gag more often, that is of course, when I don't get the real thing in my mouth. Maybe when you fuck me in the ass the next time you could use it on me. Or someday if you want to tease me when we're hanging out around the house you could make me put it on, maybe with the nipple clamps.

"What a dirty fuckslut!" your text interrupts my thoughts, "People are all going to know what a dirty cock whore that you are!"

"Yeah that's embarrassing," is what I text you. But I love that you called me a dirty fuckslut and a dirty cock whore.

"What is, cumrag?" You ask.

"That they know that," I say, and I have to hold myself back from coming right then because you've called me a cumrag and that's what I really want to be for you tonight.

"But you like it, it makes you drip." You say.

"Yeah I do"

A little ways before I get to Target I pull off the penis gag and when I get there and pull into a parking spot, I breathe a few big breaths to calm myself and then exit the car. With the plug in my ass and the dildo in my cunt I have to walk slowly. They push at each other as I go and it feels so good.

Inside I look around nervously. I wonder if anybody else has noticed my funny walking, if they might guess as to the reason for it. What if somebody was near my car on the way there and they saw the gag in my mouth? Do they know I'm a filthy cockcraving cum loving whore? I grab a basket and walk slowly towards the back of the store. In the pharmacy section I grab a can of shaving gel so I can shave my cunt for you when I get home. I walk around and back to the camping section. My nipple clamps pull on my nipples and I wonder if anybody would notice the slight protrusion or if they just look like hard nipples? 

I get to the camping section and I browse. I don't know what I'm looking for, and I can't find anything we need except a lantern and I don't want to spend that much money on it. I think about your cock slapping me in the face later, your cum dripping down my face onto my tits. Or maybe you'll make me lay on the floor while you stand over me and cum. I love that.

"Can I help you find anything?" A woman asks and I turn and say, "No thanks." And turn away again. Do I look suspicious? Does she see I'm walking funny as the dildo and the butt plug move around my holes. I want to walk away, but I don't want to act suspicious. So I stand there awhile longer while she's doing something on the shelf then slowly I move down the aisle. She move to do something closer to me and I wonder if shes close enough to see the funny looking nipple area. I move away again, "Your not in the way don't worry." She says, and I smile a little and leave that aisle. 

I start my way towards the front of the store. My pussy is so dripping wet as I stand in line nervously wondering if anybody knows what a cockslut I am. After I pay and walk back out to my car I get in and turn the vibrator up to high and it's only a short matter of moments before I come.

"I came in my car like you told me to." I text you. You ask me if I had to touch myself at all, "No!" I say.

"Great," you say, "Sounds like you had lots of fun... being a dirty cock craving whore!" 

"Yeah!" I say, and I'm smiling as I head home. 

Text Addiction



My wife Patty and I are addicted to texting each other. Although both of us have access to e-mail -- me at work and Patty at home -- it's a lot more efficient to force ourselves to keep our messages to 160 characters. And, while I have to be careful about sending and receiving suggestive e-mails from my office computer, we don't have that problem texting back and forth on our cell phones and we sometimes get into long "conversations" that way. It's amazing what you can fit in 160 characters, and how quickly you can do it, when you both have full screen keyboards. We have even gone so far with our game that we will text each other while we're sitting together at a table at a restaurant, or next to each other at a bar. We'll have a "secret" -- and often quite naughty -- conversation on our cell phones while we are talking about the weather, work or anything else. It's fun.

Patty is a stunningly beautiful and voluptuous brunette, a dozen years younger than me. I know that her greatest asset is her gorgeous face and her intelligence and quick wit, but she also has an incredible cleavage that she shows off at every opportunity. Guys are always checking her out and she can be a bit flirtatious, which makes me both proud and jealous, and very turned on, all at the same time. Several years ago we decided to have an "open marriage" and even though our busy lives leave very few practical opportunities to follow through, we have (well, Patty mostly has) had a number of "adventures" over the years.

With all of that having been said, on to my little tale.

We recently took a long-weekend vacation to San Diego. We had earned free airline tickets by sitting through a 2-hour timeshare sales pitch so we didn't mind having only two days to ourselves. Besides, it was snowing back home, so a couple of days anywhere even a little warmer was welcome. We flew in on Thursday early evening and were surprised at how gorgeous and summer-like the weather was. After a late dinner in the hotel restaurant, we decided to take advantage of the unseasonable warmth and take a dip in the outdoor pool. It was already almost 10 o'clock but the pool area was fairly crowded, with a handful of people in the hot tub, a couple of dozen in the water and more sitting around on the deck chairs or at the meal tables. Luckily, everyone seemed to be at least in their 20s and older. No "other peoples' kids" to deal with. 

Patty and I played together in the water for awhile but I am not a very good swimmer -- I can barely dog paddle. So, as usually happens, we'll "swim" for awhile and jump in the hot tub for awhile and then Patty will do a couple of laps to relax her before we have a cigarette and head up to our room. That night was no exception. I relaxed in the lounge chair, enjoying the warm spring evening, and Patty jumped into the pool and started swimming toward the far end. I wasn't paying much attention because I had started playing with my cell phone. I was trying to come up with a suggestive text message that I hoped might lead to a naughty "conversation" and some fun when we got back to the room. Although we WERE pretty tired from the flight.

I looked up from my phone and noticed that Patty was sitting at the far end of the pool -- the 9-foot deep end -- with her feet dangling in the water and talking to someone. It appeared to be a man with dark hair who was in the water and was holding on to the ledge next to her. They were too far away so I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I took no particular notice of it as Patty will strike up a conversation with anyone at any time about anything. I went back to my texting. I kept starting messages and erasing them; I guess I WAS pretty tired after all. A few minutes later I looked up again and noticed that my wife and the guy she was talking with had traded places -- she was now in the water and he had climbed out and was sitting on the deck at the edge of the pool. At least it looked like the same guy but I couldn't tell for sure without my glasses. Which I had left up in the room. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she had started swimming toward the shallow end where I was sitting. The guy she'd been talking to seemed to have disappeared. Her head popped out of the water and she asked me to get her towel. I helped her out of the pool and she suggested we have a smoke before going to our room. She was toweling off so she didn't notice that I was typing on my cell phone.

When she sat down and lit her cigarette, we started two conversations.

"So, how are you doing?" I asked as I pressed "SEND" and slipped my phone into my jeans pocket.

ME (10:04)SO WHOS YOUR FRIEND?

"Great" she replied. Then she heard her phone beep, looked at me and smiled. She read my message and started typing a reply. She said, absent-mindedly "isn't it beautiful here?"

PATTY (10:05)NOBODY JUST A GUY I WAS TALKING TO

"Hope it's nice out tomorrow" I responded. We were planning a drive to tour the wine country.

ME (10:06)ABOUT WHAT?

"I saw the forecast while we were in line at the front desk ... it's supposed to be sunny," she said.

PATTY (10:07)JUST CHIT CHAT, NICE WEATHER & STUFF

"Who was that you were talking to," I asked.

"His name is Carlo," she answered. "He's with that sales group, you know, all those crazy people running around the lobby when we got here?"

ME (10:08)SO WHY DO YOU LOOK ALL FLUSTERED?

"What company are they from again?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. He told me the name but he had a thick accent I was having trouble understanding him," she replied. "He said he's from Italy or somewhere."

ME (10:09)"OR SOMEWHERE"? YOU GET FLUSTERED WHEN YOU GET HIT ON BY A GUY FROM "SOMEWHERE"?

She DID look flustered when she read my message.

PATTY (10:10)IM NOT FLUSTERED YOU ASS! HE WAS NOT HITTING ON ME OK SO HE WAS CUTE & HIS ACCENT WAS HOT & YES FROM ITALY

ME (10:11)SO WHAT WERE U TALKING ABOUT?"

"Do you wanna eat breakfast here tomorrow?" she asked, changing the subject.

PATTY (10:12)MAYBE U DON'T WANT 2 KNOW

"Sure, why not ... it'll save us time."

ME (10:13)WHAT? TELL ME

"Did you look at the menu?" she asked. Then I saw Patty look up and I followed her gaze across the pool. Carlo was standing there with a towel around his shoulders. I could see he was quite tan and was wearing white trunks, but I couldn't get a decent look at him. Patty sure was staring at him though.

The hot tub was right near the door to the hotel lobby, at the corner of the pool opposite where we were sitting. So, if Carlo was headed to the hot tub or going into the building, he would have had maybe a 30 foot walk. But instead he made his way completely around the pool, which meant he had to walk right past us. I watched him as he approached. He never made eye contact with me, but he sure paid attention to my wife. As he passed, he smiled at her and said "gooda night Pattee nice to meet you." Patty replied with a giggly "you too ... see ya."

I admit that when Patty called Carlo "hot" I had a momentary feeling that he was probably just "okay" but that she was just trying to make me jealous. But, after he walked by I had to admit she was, if anything, underestimating him. He was medium height with longish dark hair. He was well built -- "sculpted" but not "buff" and had noticeably white teeth. He only had a little bit of chest hair. His wet trunks were clinging to his body and, although i only glanced at it quickly, I noticed that the wet material seemed to nicely outline what appeared to be a fairly substantial "package."

She watched him until he reached the hot tub and climbed in. Then she looked at me and sighed.

"Getting late," she said "let's go in."

I nodded and we gathered our clothes and towels. Patty walked ahead of me. We also could have gone around the other side of the pool but she took the longer path that led past the hot tub. When we passed, Carlo looked up at her with his flashy smile and said "Ciao." To which my wife replied "Ciao" and then giggled again. Again he didn't even acknowledge my presence.

I was dying to know what she had refused to tell me about their brief conversation, but carrying towels, jeans and riding in an elevator is not particularly conducive to texting, so as soon as the doors closed I asked her.

"Why did you say that I wouldn't want to know what you and Carlo talked about?" I asked.

"Oh," she laughed. "I guess I didn't want to try and tell you in a text, that's all." But she paused, long enough that I had to prompt her to continue.

She started to reply, but by this time we had reached our floor and she whispered "I'll tell you when we get back to the room."

Of course, it was all I was thinking about as we walked down the long corridor to our room, unlocked the door and put our things down. She immediately went to use the bathroom. I heard my phone buzz. Of course it was Patty. As I mentioned, she and I have held some lengthy text conversations while sitting in the next room from each other, or even in the same room together. We thought it was fun.

PATTY (10:29):OK U WANNA KNOW? WE INTRODUCED RSELVES & RIGHT AWAY HE ASKED ABOUT U & I TOLD HIM AND HE SAID 2 BAD YOU R MARRIED I WAS GOING 2 ASK YOU 2 GO IN HOT TUB W/ ME

PATTY (10:30):THEN HE SAID "JUST LIKE MY WOMEN FRIEND SAY ALL THE GOOD ONES ARE TAKEN"

PATTY (10:31):ACTUALLY HE SAID ALL THE "HOT ONES" ARE TAKEN ;)

ME (10:32):AND?

This was getting interesting. I waited a minute or two and was about to text her again when she opened the bathroom door part way and I could hear the water running. She was actually brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed. I got up and poked my head through the open bathroom door. When she turned the water off I said

"So, you didn't respond to my last text message."

She giggled and said "oh, I thought it might be just easier if I just told you."

"So, tell me," I replied.

"Ok," she said. "But AFTER you get ready for bed."

So I began washing up and she closed the bathroom door. I was excited by the thought of Carlo trying to pick my wife up and looking forward to the rest of the story. Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open and Patty handed me my cell phone. "I think you have a message," she winked.

PATTY (10:40):I SAID IF WE NOT SO TIRED FROM FLYING HE WDNT HAVE 2 ASK TWICE 

ME (10:42):PRETTY OUTRAGEOUS 

PATTY (10:43):DUH! & HE ASKED WHAT ABOUT U & I SAID U WOULD NOT MIND & HE LOOKED AT ME FUNNY & HE SAID 2 BAD I PICKD WRONG NITE 2 ASK 

ME (10:44):THAT'S ALL?

PATTY (10:45):DON'T INTERRUPT

I waited patiently while she composed another message.

PATTY (10:47):THEN HE SAID MAYBE WE CAN HAVE A DRINK TOMORROW NIGHT AND I SAID MAYBE AND HE SWAM AWAY.

ME (10:48):ANYTHING ELSE?

She was lying in bed and she called out "NO, that's all he said. Now finish up in there and come to bed."

I put my cell phone down. That was all the texting we were going to be doing that evening.

I turned out the light and slipped between the covers, where Patty had already gotten comfortable. She was lying on her side facing away from me and as I cuddled up against her I nuzzled her ear and whispered "I suppose if I hadn't been there you would have gotten in the hot tub with him?" If the lights had been on when she replied I'm sure I would have seen a mischievous grin on her face.

"Of course. I just couldn't figure out a way to get rid of you!" she giggled.

"You don't have to ask twice," I giggled back.

She turned and faced me and we started kissing. I could feel my dick start to rise. We kissed for couple of minutes then I asked her if she was planning to have a drink with Carlo on Friday night. She laughed and teasingly whispered "I'll have to think about it!" 

"Bitch," I whispered.

"No, just a slut" she giggled.

"Yeah," tell me about it!" I responded.

She didn't tell me about it. As it turned out, I was the one who told HER about it. I grabbed her wrist and slid her hand between her legs. She grabbed my finger and made me feel how wet she was. I, of course, was hard as the proverbial rock and started stroking my own self. So, while we each touched ourselves I lay my head on the pillow next to her and whispered in her ear, telling her an entire made-up story about some guy whose name, coincidentally, was "Carlo" and who invited her to join him and several of his good-looking friends for a little party the pool, where they proceeded to force her to satisfy each of them repeatedly on the pool deck while other hotel guests were strolling by or sitting and watching. That led us both to explosive orgasms after which we fell soundly and contentedly asleep.

The next day -- Friday -- was everything we had hoped it would be. After a day driving around in the wine country we returned to the hotel in the late afternoon and took a dip in the pool, followed by a nap and a shower and then a short drive to a fantastic Italian restaurant for a sumptuous dinner. I wanted Chinese but Patty insisted on having Italian and I teased her about that. We didn't finish eating until about 9 and decided to return to the hotel and possibly have a nightcap at the bar before turning in. It had been a long day.

The bar area was quite large and fairly crowded, mostly with people from the sales convention. It was quite a noisy group. Almost all the tables were occupied but we noticed two seats at the end of the bar. We grabbed the, sat down and ordered the usual Absolut & Tonic for her and Jack & Coke for me.

We continued our conversation from dinner and on the ride back to the hotel, talking about things married people talk about, like home improvement projects, out next vacation, and the like. After about 15 minutes, Patty excused herself to use the ladies' room and I took the opportunity to do some people watching. I noticed a guy at the far end of the bar, talking with a group of his friends. The lighting was uneven and I had to squint a bit to determine that it was Carlo from the night before. I thought he looked over toward me but it was hard to tell. I was wondering if he had noticed us when Patty returned and sat down.

I continued our "normal" conversation but I had slipped my cell phone out of my pocket. I looked at Patty and winked as I composed a text message and hit the send button.

ME (9:44):DID YOU NOTICE WHOS SITTING OVER AT THAT TABLE?

.PATTY (9:45):YES!

ME (9:46):I BET YOU DID. SO YOU THINK HE'S HOT?

PATTY (9:47):WAY HOT! YUM!!

We were sitting at the bar and Patty had her back to the area where Carlo was sitting.

ME (9:49):HE KEEPS LOOKING OVER HERE AT YOU

PATTY (9:50):PROBABLY WAITING FOR U TO LEAVE SO HE CAN COME OVER & TALK 2 ME.

ME (9:52):DONT THINK SO HES WITH A BUNCH OF PEOPLE LOOK LIKE PEOPLE FROM HIS COMPANY SOME PRETTY HOT BABES THERE

PATTY (9:53):WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT REMARK?

ME (9:54):NOTHING HONEY. SO YOU THINK IF I WASNT HERE HED COME OVER AND TALK TO YOU?

She got a devilish smile on her face.

PATTY (9:56):IF YOU LEFT RIGHT NOW I BET HE'D BE OVER HERE HITTING ON ME IN LESS THAN 5 MINUTES

I had to think about this for a bit. She was probably right, I thought. And, the idea of excusing myself to see if Carlo would take the bait was very intriguing. I was about to reply but Patty laid down the gauntlet by immediately sending another text. 

PATTY (9:59):I BET 5 MINUTES

ME (10:00):YOU SEEM EAGER

PATTY (10:00):WELL DO WE BET OR NOT?

ME (10:02):REALLY EAGER, OK I BET IF IM GONE FOR 5 MINUTES EVEN 10 MINUTES HE WILL NOT COME OVER TO TALK TO YOU

PATTY (10:03):I STILL SAY FIVE MINUTES OR LESS

I said, out loud, "I have to use the mens' room." Patty smiled. As soon as I got out of sight, I texted her

ME (10:05):FIVE MINUTES STARTING NOW 10:05

PATTY (10:05):OK SEE YOU LATER YOUR GONNA LOSE THIS BET!

I went to the men's room and tried to take my time, but five minutes goes by pretty slowly when you are supposed to be giving your wife time to get hit on. Well, five minutes WAS the bet, so at 10:08, I was about to head back toward the bar when my phone buzzed.

PATTY (10:10):I WIN! 

I caught my breath. "Holy shit," I thought as my heart started to beat a little faster.

ME (10:11):WHAT'S GOING ON?

PATTY (10:12):CAME OVER RIGHT AWAY I JUST WAITED 5 MINUTES 2 MAKE U SQUIRM HE OFFERED TO BUY ME A DRINK 

ME (10:12):AND?

PATTY (10:13):YOU DIDN'T TELL ME I WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY NO

ME (10:13):YOU SAID YES?

PATTY (10:14):THAT'S WHAT U SAY WHEN U DON'T SAY NO, DUMMY

ME (10:15):WHERE DOES HE THINK I WENT?

PATTY (10:17):UP TO OUR ROOM I TOLD HIM ABOUT OUR BET AND THAT I AM TEXTING YOU TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE OK

ME (10:17):SERIOUSLY?

PATTY (10:19):ARE YOU GOING TO THE ROOM? I MEAN YOU'RE WELCOME TO JOIN US FOR A DRINK IF YOU WANT

"Hmmmmm," I thought, "now THAT would be interesting." But I didn't want to spoil Patty's chance ... and MY chance ... to have a quite memorable evening.

ME (10:20):NO HONEY THANKS FOR THE OFFER I AM KIND OF TIRED THINK I GO UP TO ROOM AND LIE DOWN 

PATTY (10:21):OK HONEY HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER BYE ;)

I made my way toward the elevator then had a thought. The Bar was made to look like an English pub and it had large wooden doors with stained glass inserts. I thought I might be able to get a look at what was going on with my wife and Carlo. I peeked through a clear panel of glass on the door and they were straight in front of me. I was amazed at Patty. She was laughing at something and had her hand on Carlo's leg and leaned forward to whisper something in his ear. And, I couldn't say for sure but it looked like she had one less button buttoned on her shirt than when I had left for the men's room. This was no more than 6 or 7 minutes after he came over to say hi and offer her a drink. I was dying to watch. I even considered whether I might be able to sneak in the bar unnoticed. But I decided that it would be better for me to actually go up to our room and so I did.

I had taken my jacket and shirt off and made myself a drink using a tiny bottle of bourbon from the honor bar. I had only been in the room for about ten minutes when my phone buzzed.

PATTY (10:37):HOW ARE U?

ME (10:38):FINE HOW ARE YOU ARE YOU OK?

PATTY (10:39):IM IN LADIES ROOM.

ME (10:40):WHATS GOING ON?

PATTY (10:41):HE KEPT TELLING ME I AM MOST BEAUTIFUL SINGIORA HE'S EVER MET

ME (10:42):& YOU ATE IT ALL UP, I SUPPOSE?

PATTY (10:42):BURP!

PATTY (10:43):HE SAID IF I WASNT MARRIED HE'D ASK ME TO HIS ROOM FOR A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE

ME (10:45):& YOU SAID?

PATTY (10:45):I SAID HE SHOULD TRY ASKING ME ANYWAY

My stomach did a flip at that one.

ME (10:46):SO?

PATTY (10:46):SO HE ALREADY WENT 2 HIS ROOM & I SAID I MEET HIM THERE UNLESS U OBJECT IF U DO I WILL TEXT HIM NO. U DONT OBJECT DO U?

I took a deep breath before I responded.

ME (10:48):NO

PATTY (10:49):YAY THANK U GUESS I'LL SEE U LATER I LOVE U

ME (10:50):I LOVE YOU TOO BUT WHAT DOES "LATER" MEAN?

PATTY (10:51):I SPOSE WE SHD AGREE ON TIME FOR ME TO BE BACK WHAT DO U THINK?

My imagination must have gotten the better of me -- or I must not have realized how early it still was -- I certainly wasn't thinking clearly when I responded:

ME (10:53):HOW ABOUT 2 OCLOCK?

PATTY (10:53):R U CRAZY?!?! ITS NOT EVEN 11 ... HOW ABOUT 12 OR 1230?

ME (10:54):OK 12:30

PATTY (10:55):OK LOVE U SEE U SOON OK?

ME (10:56):LOVE U TOO HAVE FUN NAUGHTY GIRL ;)

PATTY (10:57):U MEAN KINDA DRUNK GIRL 2 ;)

PATTY (10:57):AND KINDA EASY GIRL TOO

PATTY (10:58):& WET GIRL 2 ;)

ME (10:58):STOP ALREADY!!!!!!!

I decided to get undressed and get comfortable. I went out on the balcony to enjoy a smoke. When Patty was out "having fun" time seemed to creep by SO slowly. I was startled to hear my cell phone vibrate so soon. I had left it on the nightstand not expecting to hear from her for awhile. Maybe it was someone else, but who at this hour?




Text Addiction



Turned out it WAS Patty. At 11:08 -- barely 10 minutes after we had last communicated -- she sent a one-word message: "CONDOMS?"

Years ago I started the practice of making sure Patty always had a condom or two with her. Sometimes, when she was going to be out with a girlfriend for a drink or on a business trip, I would get cute and pack a whole dozen. It was my way of reminding her that her extracurriculars were not only okay with me buy i enjoyed and encouraged her to "misbehave." But, I hadn't put any in her purse that evening. So, I replied:

ME (11:09):OOPS!

PATTY (11:10):NICE GOING

I followed up immediately with another message ... a rather stupid message, in retrospect.

ME (11:12):WANT ME TO BRING YOU ONE?

I was expecting her to reply immediately. I don't know why. I would have gone down to the gift shop and bought a condom and took it up to his room if Patty had asked me to, silly as that sounds now. I guess what I was really expecting was a text from Patty saying that Carlo had found one. But nothing. I checked my cell phone every few minutes for awhile, but about 11:25 I gave up. I sat back on the chair and closed my eyes. Of course, I wasn't trying to sleep. Thoughts of what my wife was doing with Carlo in his room were running wild through my head, and I certainly didn't want to doze off and have her find me asleep when she returned. But doze off I did. I'm lucky I had my phone on my lap when i fell asleep or I never would have known about her next text message.

PATTY (11:47):HI

ME (11:48):ARE U ON WAY BACK?

PATTY (11:48):SOON

ME (11:49):SO?

PATTY (11:50):OMG AMAZING!!

I, of course, was dying to know all the details.

ME (11:51):THAT'S ALL?

PATTY (11:52):2 MUCH 2 TXT 

ME (11:52)::( 

PATTY (11:54):U CAN WAIT TIL I GET BACK R U PLAYING WITH YOUR LITTLE THINGIE? I AM PLAYING WITH NICE BIG THINGIE ;)

I decided to avoid her question ... it was "2 MUCH 2 TXT" to tell her that my "little thingie" started getting hard the minute she wrote "OMG AMAZING" and I'D grabbed it with my left hand and began stroking a few seconds later.

ME (11:56):WHERE R YOU?

PATTY (11:57):BATHROOM I TOLD HIM I WANT 2 TXT U

ME (11:57):WHY?

PATTY (11:59):MAKE SURE U R NOT UPSET & LET U KNOW ILL BE A LITTLE WHILE YET

I gulped when I read that. We had clearly agreed that she'd be back in our room by 12:30, which was only 10 minutes away. I wasn't upset about what had gone on so far but I wanted to know what she meant by "a little while yet"?

ME (12:01):WE AGREED 12:30

It took her a long time to respond. Finally

PATTY (12:02):YOU SAID 2 O CLOCK ;)

If she hadn't added the wink at the end of her message I probably would have gotten a little pissed off.

ME (12:04):OMG I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL 2!!!!!!!

PATTY (12:06):WONT BE THAT LONG SEE U WAY B4 THAT. NOW GOTTA GO I HAVE A BIG COCK 2 PLAY WITH FOR A CHANGE CIAO

I couldn't help myself from asking my next question:

ME (12:07):SO YOU FOUND CONDOMS THEN?

After waiting a couple of minutes I decided that she wasn't going respond. But then my phone buzzed.

PATTY (12:10):OOPS!!

I almost shot off when I read that. The thought of her having unprotected sex was almost too hot to handle. But coming always takes some of the "edge" off the excitement so I forced myself to let go of my "little thingie" and catch my breath.

I started watching the clock. My mind was racing. 12:12. What was she doing now? 12:14. Did they really not have a condom or was she teasing? 12:17. How big IS his cock anyway? 12:20 As big as it looked in his swim trunks?

These racing thoughts went on for about twenty minutes or so. During that time I drank a big glass of water, washed up, forced myself to take a pee, went out on the balcony to have a smoke. All to calm myself down and be "ready" when Patty returned.

My phone buzzed again. I assumed Patty was texting to tell me she was on her way. Little did I know I was in for one of the biggest -- and hottest -- surprises of my life.

PATTY (12:37):HEY MAN YOU THERE?

Now that was a VERY uncharacteristic way for Patty to start a text message. I would have expected "HI HONEY" or something. She tends to get very sweet and affectionate after she's been with another guy.

ME (12:38):WHAT'S THIS HEY MAN?

PATTY/CARLO(12:39):SORRY. IS CARLO. PATTY TELL ME TEXT YOU ON HER PHONE.

Now my heart was REALLY pounding. At the moment, I was beginning to get a little worried about her. It was only afterwards that I realized how fucking hot this moment was. I responded.

ME (12:40):AND WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?

I waited what seemed like forever for his reply. Finally

PATTY/CARLO(12:43):SHE SAY TO TELL YOU SHE CANT TEXT BECAUSE BOTH HANDS WRAPPED AROUND MY FAT COCK THOSE ARE EXACT WORDS SHE SAY 

Holy shit! I couldn't believe the balls on this guy (actually, Patty told me when she read this before I submitted it that she couldn't believe the size of his balls either). But I was also concerned about her.

ME (12:44):IS SHE OKAY?

PATTY/CARLO(12:47):SHES FINE BUDDY REAL FINE YOU SEE

ME (12:48):HOW DO I KNOW SHE'S OK?

Over the next two minutes, which seemed like an eternity, I started to get really worried. We both knew there was some danger when hooking up with a stranger. There were some indications that it would be safe: he was at a convention for his business and had a lot of friends and co-workers around, he obviously had a decent amount of money, and he didn't look or act like a creep. I had to keep reminding myself that Patty was a good judge of people. In fact, she could read most people like a book within five minutes of meeting them.

Just then my cell phone buzzed. I picked it up expecting to see another text from Patty, or Carlo, but instead the voice mail indicator was on. Strange, I thought, the phone hadn't rung. Then I remembered that our cell phone carrier recently made it possible to leave a voice mail for someone without actually calling them. My heart was pounding as I accessed my voice mailbox. I was barely able to dial in my password. I saw that Patty had left me a voice mail at 12:52.

"Hi, Baby" she said in a sultry voice worthy of a Marilyn Monroe sex scene. 

"Don't worry about me I'm great ... mmmmm ... I hope you're not mad that I had Carlo text you I was just having SO much fun sucking on his big fat cock ... his big fat ITALIAN cock ... mmmmmm!"

I heard Carlo's voice in the background but I couldn't make out what he said. Then Patty finished her message:

"Okay honey Carlo says I gotta go he wants to fuck me now I'll see you soon, okay?"

The message ended.

My little thingie was as hard as a rock. I went into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face then paced around the room. It was the only way I was going to be able to avoid touching myself. I did some stretching, I turned on the TV and channel surfed. All the while I was imagining Patty sucking on Carlo's big cock and imagining him fucking her with his "big ITALIAN cock." But without a condom?

It didn't take very long. I was startled by my phone buzzing. At first I had the craziest thought that Patty was going to tell me she wanted to stay out even later. I was relieved when I read her message.

PATTY (1:27):WALKING BACK LOVE U SO MUCH

ME (1:28):CAN'T WAIT LOVE U 2

A couple minutes went by, then another text from her:

PATTY (1:31):ROOM SERVICE

ME (1:31):???

PATTY (1:33):DESSERT AT THE DOOR. SLOPPY SECONDS I MEAN SLOPPY THIRDS COME & GET IT

I jumped up and almost fell over myself rushing to open the door.



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Jennifer and I go to a Caribbean resort nestled in a small community with secluded beaches. This resort is an all-inclusive kind that tries to encourage vacationers to meet each other, and therefore, has a small dining room where all vacationers have a reserved seat...with others they don't know at the same table. In effect, the resort forces us to eat with other couples in the hopes that we will make new friends and maybe even hang out with other couples (pool...hot tub...social event hosted by the hotel, etc)

We go to a social event the second night we are there and we strike up a conversation with another couple. We hit it off a bit (she's a short gal, like Jennifer and has a real mid-western, down to earth charm), and we mention that we went to the beach that day and it was really crowded. They mention that they know of a beach that is not crowded at all, and the beach itself is quite small, so not a lot of people want to go there anyway. Great for hanging out and a bit of swimming, but horrible for surfing or people watching. You have to walk down a road a bit and take a trail that looks like it goes through someone's backyard to get there, so not that many people know about it. The couple suggests we go check it out tomorrow and they draw directions for us on how to get there.

Jennifer and I sleep in late that next morning. We get some breakfast and decide to head for the beach about 10am. We load some gear into the rental car (folding chair, book, lunch, towels, sunscreen, etc) and head out to try to find this secluded beach we were told about the night before. We drive for about 10 minutes until we find the 'road' (it looks more like an alley or a dirt trail) so we park at the side of the road and decide to leave the gear in the car to see if this really is the place. We walk down the trail and through the wooden gate as instructed. We follow the brick wall for about 100 yards and then the wall opens up onto a small beach with rock outcroppings on both sides. The beach itself is about 100 feet wide and there is nobody there at the moment. 

Just what we were looking for. The rocks to the left of the beach jet into the ocean too far to make that side passable any further than the entrance we just came through, but the rocks on the right allow people to walk over them for a few hundred feet. I take a quick walk over the rocks to the right and find another beach a few hundred yards across the rocks. We decide to grab the gear from the car and try to traverse the rocks to get to the even smaller beach on the other side of the rocks. With yesterday's hustle and bustle of people on the public beach, a few hundred feel of traversing rocks to be alone on a beach seems to be well worth the investment.

We almost reach our rental car when we see Jan pulling up in her rental car as well. Although we were looking forward to having the beach to ourselves (if we were by ourselves I may have been able to convince Jennifer to go topless...so that dream was dashed...for today at least...), It was good to see someone that Jennifer hit it off with so well. We also really couldn't complain about Jan and Dave coming to the beach as well. After all, they were the ones that told us where it was, so of course they would be coming...

We grab our gear and wait for Jan and Dave and notice that Dave is not in the car with Jan. Jan starts pulling her bag and beach mat out of the back as I inquire about Dave.

"Working again," Jan concedes. "He comes on these vacations and then never really unplugs. He gets away when he can, but he's hole up in the room today having to finish something for work that of course is due tomorrow."

The way Jan said "of course" made me think that this is not the first time, or even the tenth time, that this has happened...and wouldn't be the last either.

We wander down to the beach, lugging our gear like the tourists we were, and finally get to the end of the wall and the beginning of the beach. It is a gloriously bright day. It was now around 11am and it was already in the 80's. Carrying the heavy stuff, I was already sweating a little bit and the ocean water, although calm due to the rock outcropping cutting into the wave action, looked inviting. I dropped the gear and as I dreamed of swimming right then, Jennifer reminded me that we were planning to go to the other side of the rocks. I dutifully pick up the folding chair and the towels and the bag with lunches and my camera in it and trudge towards the rocks.

"So you two have already found the hidden cove then?" Jan inquires, surprised at how quickly we found the spot on the other side of the rocks

"Yep," Jennifer replies proudly. "We wanted a place out of the main traffic of people and you sure lead us to the right spot."

"You are welcome. I only wish Dave could be here to. He really enjoyed meeting you last night"

"Well, he's missing out," Jennifer cajoles. "It's a beautiful day and he has to miss it."

"He said he might be able to make it later, but I kinda doubt it. Usually if he has to stay and work, he thinks the whole day is ruined and he just decides to work until after dinner at the earliest. We'll see."

We walk over the rocks and arrive at 'the secret cove' as Jan called it. We put our gear down and I unfold the chairs and lay out the beach mats so we have a place to sit and then I go for a quick swim to cool off and enjoy the emerald, calm ocean. Jennifer and Jan decide to stay on shore and get settled in for a day of sunning, reading, relaxing and generally doing absolutely nothing.

I take my t-Shirt off in preparation for a quick swim, Jennifer takes off her outer clothes to get as much sun on her red-bikini clad body as possible, sits in the freshly unfolded chair and begins to rifle through the bag for her book. Jan takes off her shorts to reveal a modest floral-patterned bikini bottom that matches her bikini top that she met us in. She pulls out her phone to check her e-mail, put some music on and to send a text to Dave to let him know that she made it to the beach safe and sound. 

When I return from my 5-minute swim in the ocean, Jan is still texting. She would send one and then 30 seconds later she would receive one back which she promptly responds to and then another 30 seconds goes by before her phone vibrates again.

"Dave?" I say in a way that suggest that I text a lot as well. "sounds like he wants to be here instead of working."

"Yup. Dave," Jan says as her thumbs fly in a blur in response to Dave's latest text. She hits send and lays the phone in her lap. It seems almost instantaneously after she lays her phone down that it vibrates again. "If he doesn't stop texting me, he's not going to get any work done," she says to me before she picks up her phone and reads the latest text. "If you don't stop texting me, you will never finish your work," she reads out loud as she types into her phone and clicks the send button with a bit more flair knowing that she now has an audience.

In another few seconds, her phone buzzes again with Dave's response. "Sorry about this, guys," She says, referencing that we are on a beautiful beach and technology is encroaching on the relaxation.

"Not a problem," Jennifer says. "At least you don't have one of those really annoying ringtones. Vibrate is good"

Jan goes back to speedily texting Dave as I towel of and get ready to eat some lunch. It seems that Jan is frustrated or angry about something as she texts Dave. Not that she is fuming or 'harshing the buzz' of the beach or anything, but it seems that she is trying to make a point and Dave is not listening. Yeah...that kind of frustrated. Every time she hits the send button, it seems a bit more emphatic. I can't tell if it's because she doesn't want to be texting all day while she is at the beach, she thinks Dave won't ever finish if he doesn't stop texting her or whether it's the actual subject matter of the text that she is upset about. Whatever the reason is, Dave is annoying her somehow, it seems. She hits send in a way that, if Dave saw it, he would not send a text back, and then she places the phone on her lap like a lady at tea time. She make a 'take that' kind of gesture toward the phone and then places it on the beach mat beside her as a way of putting it out of her mind as she starts to root through her bag for something to eat as well.

No sooner than she had pulled out a 'clamshell' type of Styrofoam container from her bag that screamed leftovers from last night's dinner out than the phone vibrates again. She lets out a sigh of resignation, it seems, she puts her Styrofoam lunch to the other side of her and picks up the phone once more. "Sorry about this, you two," she says as she reads the text on her phone.

"Really, it's not a problem. Is everything OK with Dave?" Jennifer says, reassuring Jan that the texting is not annoying her in the least. "We text each other all the time, so I really don't mind," gesturing to me as she explains.

"Thanks for not being annoyed with our texting, but that's not really what I'm apologizing for," she says as she takes a deep breath and puts the phone down.

"Do you have to go back? Is Dave ok?" Jennifer asks, concerned by the worried look on Jan's face.

"No, Dave's fine. In fact, he's more than fine," she says in a somewhat sarcastic tone. "See, I lost a bet a few months ago and I though he forgot about it, but he says I get to pay up now."

"Ok...," Jennifer asks. "So what is he making you do as a payoff?"

Jan, with a resigned look on her face sighs, and then quickly removes her bikini top and sits before us topless and a little bit resigned to her fate.

"Yep...that's a big payoff," Jennifer says right away.

I look at Jennifer with what must be a stunned look on my face because she looks at me with a face that I have come to realize over the years means a mix of "I don't know so don't ask me" and "That's not my problem so don't bother me with it." I decide not to try to discuss the situation with Jennifer through non-verbal either, and we all fall silent. After a very awkward pause, Jennifer finally breaks the silence with "Ok, so you are going to have to tell us what the bet was."

"Well," Jan begins as I sit down between her and Jennifer so I can look at my wife as she speaks, as the gentleman that I am (or at least try to be) wants to allow Jan's naked breasts to not be ogled by the ONLY guy at the beach. "Dave and I are both kinda competitive, and about a year ago, Dave and I were looking at getting back in shape and we wanted to work together on it, but we couldn't find something we could do together. I like to run and Dave likes to do weights, so we never really did anything together.

"I know," Jennifer interjects. "We are the same way. I like to run and he likes to bike"

"Ok, yeah, so you get it. Good luck finding something to do together unless both of you want to be triathletes, right?" Jan says, touching my shoulder as a gesture for me to join the conversation.

I turn to face her to give her an answer and because I am now sitting on the ground, I turn at eye level to her naked breasts. Expecting to see her face and not her small but erect nipple, I jump a bit and quickly trace her breast with my eyes from the roundness of her small, dark areola up her slightly freckled décolletage to her neck, chin, mouth, nose and finally her brown eyes, "where a respectful man's gaze should be" I think to myself as I respond with a barely articulate "yup."

"One day, Dave found the criteria for fitness for the military and thought it could be something we could work towards. It consisted of how many sit-ups you could do in one minute, how many pushups you could do in one minute and how fast you could run two miles. Running for me, strength training for him. Best of all, it's different levels based on age and gender, so me, being female...," as she said this she pushes her breasts out a little bit to make a point...or to tease me...I don't quite know, "I would have to do less to reach the same threshold."

"That makes a lot of sense" Jennifer says as in a tone of voice that tells me that we will be using this scale soon as well...whether I like it or not...

"Yeah, I thought so too..." Right then the phone buzzes again. "Sorry. I'll bet it's Dave again," Jan says as she rolls towards me and reaches down for her phone that is about an inch from my hip. As she reaches over, her breasts move to the side and her nipples brush against my arm as I try to get up and move away from her buzzing phone.

"Sorry about that, but thank you for your reaction," she says, referring to the growing erection I am experiencing which is clearly evident through the swim trunks. Jan reads the text and replies something quickly, rolls on her side to face the both of us and apologizes to Jennifer for referencing my penis.

"That things grows at the sight of anything, so I'm not offended that you caused that," Jennifer responds "Not that your breasts aren't beautiful...or erection worthy or...oh, whatever." Jennifer quickly backpedals, turning as red and embarrassed as I am having had my erection called to the attention of everyone.

"Well...that was awkward." Jan chuckles as she breaks the pregnant pause that ensued from all the apologies. "Anyway, sorry about the text. There will probably be more. Dave found this military thing. So, I think he was happy because when he showed it to me, he was somewhat excited to find something that we could both work on. I think he may have tricked me here, but when he showed it to me, he said that the guy's part was harder than the girl's part. I looked at both and I thought the girl's part sounded really easy. Maybe not the push-ups, but the run was going to be a cake walk. Dave said he wasn't sure about the guys' part. I didn't want to tell him I though the women's part was easy, so I told him I though the guys had the easier part."

The phone buzzed again. She answered it with a quick text and got back to her story. "I think I convinced him that the girl part was harder, but I also accepted the challenge that I could get it done before he could. That's where I went wrong and my big mouth got me into trouble."

The phone buzzed again, and again she answered the text with only a few words. Then, she stood up, grabbed the other folding beach chair that I brought with us and positioned it to face both of us head on. Now, this beach chair is much like the folding metal chairs with the cloth straps that one would find at picnics and campgrounds, except the legs on the chair are only a few inches off the ground. This shortness requires the seated person to stretch their legs out in front of them instead on down on the ground.

So now, Jan is facing me with her legs outstretched and her heels on the beach towel that I am using to lay on. She is seated in a chair facing us with her breasts fully on display. Jennifer is behind me in the other folding chair. Her chair faces the beach, but she is turned in the chair to face Jan.

"So, my big mouth and bragging got me in trouble. I bragged that I could get my part done before he could get his part done. Then the betting started. I bet that I could get done first and the loser had to take the winner out to dinner at the winners' favorite spot. The bragging continued as I got closer to the goal so we kept upping the bet. Eventually the bet turned sexual."

Her phone buzzed again and when she read it, another resigned look came across her face and "really?" fell out of her lips. She hands the phone to me and says "Dave wants you to take a picture of me topless and send it to him. He doesn't believe I'm topless. Whatever."

I take the phone and look at Jennifer, who seems to be becoming more comfortable with a topless woman talking with me, and I take the phone from Jan. I snap a pic of her topless in the beach chair and hand the phone back to her to send it to Dave.

"So, what did you end up betting?" Jennifer asks

As Jan sends the pic to Dave, she tries to speed up the story "We ended up agreeing that whoever lost had to be the sex slave of the winner for a whole day. It seems Dave picked today for some reason."

"Wow," Jennifer replies, shocked. "That's a bold bet. I would never bet something like that."

Jan's phone buzzes again and she makes a frustrated gesture and reads the text out loud to us "The sun is in the background. I can't see very well. Can you turn around?"

"Turn around?" I ask. "It's the middle of the day. Wait...," I say with a mischievous look on my face. "Hand me the phone." I stand and take the phone from Jan and I ask her to get up, turn the chair to face AWAY from us as I take a picture of the back of her head and the back of the beach chair and send it to Dave.

"That's gonna be funny...and he's not gonna like that," Jan says with a smile.

Not more than a few seconds go by before there comes a response from Dave. Jan reads it out loud to us again "Not that turn around!" She chuckles a bit before she reads the rest. "Turn to face the sun."

I think for a moment and chuckle a bit as well. I tell Jan to take her chair and set it the way it was to begin with, and I go around behind her and take the picture, again capturing the back of her head and the back of her chair, yet facing into the sun as requested. I send the pic to Dave and hand the phone back the Jan again.

"Ok. That's even funnier. We'll see what he thinks about that one," she says with a wry smile on her face.

When the text comes back, Jan throws her head back and laughs out loud. This makes her breasts bounce a little and piques our curiosity of what Dave's response was. Jan reads it out loud to us, trying not to laugh out loud as she reads "Who the hell is taking these crappy pictures?!"

Jennifer laughs so hard she even snorts a bit. Jan laughs at the snorting and both girls are off to giggle-land. I can't help but watch Jennifer's breasts bounce in her red bikini from the laughing and Jan's breasts bounce in the open air. I also can't help from broadcasting my enjoyment of the sight through my now erect penis. Jan snaps a quick picture of the tent in my bathing suit, types something quick before I can stop her, and sends it off to Dave.

We look at each other for a few seconds not really knowing how Dave will react to an erect penis being the one that is taking pictures of his half-naked wife. Dave responds with, "If it's a guy, why is he trying to hide the view instead of enjoying the view?"

That question made us all think. Not about why I am trying to obstruct the view, but how can we take a picture to send to Dave that answers his question in the most obnoxious (yet compliant) way possible. While we are discussing the next pic we should take for Dave, another text from him comes in. "He's enjoying the view, but I am not. Not fair."

This made us laugh all over again. Jan sent back the message of "if you didn't have to work, you could be enjoying the view. It's beautiful here." She hit the send button with an extra amount of flair and dramatics on that one.

Jan reads Dave's next text out loud to all three of us. "I still haven't seen the view. Send me a picture of your naked breasts on the beach."

All three of us think for a moment and then Jennifer comes up with a solution. "Lie down on your stomach with your breasts in the sand. I'll take a pic from the side so that he can see your naked breasts on the beach."

"Nice," Jan replies as she gets up out of the chair and begins to lay down on the towel.

"Wait," Jennifer responds. "To make it work, your breasts have to be in the sand"

"Oops. That makes sense," Jan concedes. Jan kneels down on the edge of the towel facing the ocean and then stretches her hands out into the sand, laying her naked torso gingerly on the sand trying not to get the sand in her face or in her hair. She lays down slowly and Jennifer and I watch as her nipples disappear out of sight into the sand and her breasts squeeze out a bit as she raised her arms up to support her forehead. Jennifer gets in close to frame the shot of the side of Jan's breast and the beach sand supporting it. She takes a few pictures and then informs Jan that she can get up and choose which one to send to Dave.




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Jan gets up out of the sand and her entire front is covered in beach sand now. She takes the phone from Jennifer and holds it out from her body in an attempt to keep the sand from her breasts from getting into her phone, she looks through the pics Jennifer took, chooses one and sends it off to Dave. Jan hands her phone back to Jennifer with a 'thanks' and then begins to try to brush the sand from her torso. She begins at her collarbone and begins to brush the sand lightly down over her body and back to the beach from whence it came. When Jan gets to brushing the sand from her breasts, she is very careful to get every grain from her areolas and nipples, knowing full well that both Jennifer and I were watching intently.

"Is that red from the sand or are you starting to burn?" Jennifer asks as she stares at Jan's breasts, particularly the parts that are customarily covered by a bathing suit of some kind.

Jan's phone buzzes and we all look at each other wondering how Dave will react to yet another photo of Jan doing exactly what he asked but still not letting him see what he wants. Jan covers her mouth a bit in a gesture that makes us think Dave is now truly mad and then reads the text out loud to all of us.

"I can make you do more, you know."

"That sound ominous for you," Jennifer concedes. I think we should send him the pic he wants.

"Maybe," Jan concedes as well. "I'll think about it," Jan says to Jennifer as she hands her the phone and walks over to her bag to rummage through it for something.

"I don't know, Jan," Jennifer warns "He sounded kinda mad...and there is not much more he can make you do."

"And that is why I am going to make him wait," Jan says as she comes up out of her bag with some suntan lotion. "If he wanted to see me half naked on a public beach, maybe he should not have worked today." She ceremoniously squeezes some lotion into one of her hands, puts the bottle down, rubs the lotion into both hands and then begins applying it to her breasts.

"Wait," Jennifer calls. "Cover your breasts with your hands like you are applying lotion to them and I'll take another pic and send it to Dave. It's not exactly what he wants to see, so we can still mess with him a bit but it is a lot closer to what he wants to see, so he may be a bit nicer."

"If you want," Jan chides, nonchalantly and she goes right back to applying suntan lotion to her breasts. Jennifer snaps a few pictures with Jan's phone and then holds the phone out to her so she can pick which picture to send. "You just pick one and send it," Jan says, not even wanting to be bothered with this at the moment.

In a few seconds, the phone vibrates in Jennifer's hand with Dave's response. Jennifer reads it out loud... "Send me a pic of the lucky guy's face that is not taking the right pictures for me but still gets to see your tits...and I still want to see your nipples!"

"Time to pay the piper," Jennifer says, both to Jan, who actually has to send a pic to Dave the way Dave wants, and me, who might get on Dave's bad side and stay there for the rest of my life. "Who wants to go first?"

"Wait," Jan cautions. "I have a great idea. Jennifer, I want you to take the pic again and your hubby and I will be in the pic together." She says to me.

"Sounds like a plan," Jennifer interjects, "but how is that a great idea?"

"OK. Here," Jan says as she pulls Jennifer close and positions the phone for her. "Take a picture really close up of my breast and nipple and you..." Jan pulls me by the arm "...you get your face as close to my nipple as you can," She says as she grabs the back of my head and pulls it into her chest.

Jennifer takes the camera as I press my cheek against Jan's left breast. I can hear her heart beating fast and I can hear her breathing is faster and more irregular than normal. I get my mouth so close to her nipple that if I pursed my lips like I was going to kiss someone, I would end up kissing her nipple. I smile as Jennifer counts down from 3...2...1...

"Got it. Do you want to see before I send it?"

Jan leaves the phone in Jennifer's hand but grabs her hand and turns the phone to face her. "That's a great pic," She says. "I have never had another guy that close to my nipple before. I don't know what Dave will think, but that was fun. Send it."

"If it helps, I don't think he's ever been that close to anyone's nipples but mine," Jennifer says, acknowledging the newness of the encounter for all three of us.

"Nope," I say, wanting to reassure my bride of several years. "Never that close, but then again, I have never seen nipples as good as Jennifer's in any pictures I have ever seen."

"Not even mine?" Jan asks, teasing me a bit, pouting her lips and wiggling her breasts back and forth.

"Um..." I try to stall to try to think of a response that will neither offend my wife nor make Jan feel bad that she is taking this risk with us...particularly me..."they are lovely, but I like big nipples. Yours are great, Jan, but Jennifer's are just my favorite."

"He has to say that," Jennifer cajoles, "but look at him blushing..."

"So, are your nipples bigger?" Jan asks.

As soon as the question leaves Jan's face, her phone buzzes again with a text from Dave. "Saved by the bell," Jennifer whispers to me as Jan takes the phone back from Jennifer to see what the text reads. I wasn't sure if Jennifer was referencing me not having to answer any more questions about Jan's nipples or Jennifer not having to answer any more questions about her own nipples, but Jan's laughter stopped us from finding out

"He wants to know if you enjoyed that," Jan says as she shows me the text. She holds the phone up and takes a quick picture of Jennifer in her red bikini and says out loud as she types "Not as much as hers, he says," and clicks the send button before Jennifer can get over to her and wrestle the phone away from her. 

Jennifer relents as soon as she sends the text, and then Jan begins again. "So...are they bigger?"

"Yeah, maybe a little."

"They stick up a lot more as well," I interject

"Hey!" Jennifer says as she slaps my shoulder

"What?" I ask. "There is a woman here who is showing me her naked breasts and we are talking openly about her nipples, it's only fair to talk about yours as well."

"Unless you want to just show them," Jan says in a tone that could be either playful or a flat out dare.

With that, Jan's phone buzzes again. Jennifer shoots a look to me that echoes her 'saved by the bell' look from earlier. Jan types something quick to Dave and sends the text back without saying a word.

"What did he say?" I wonder out loud to both Jennifer and Jan.

"He wants to know why you like her nipples better, so I told him they were bigger and stick up more, just like you said."

"What?" Jennifer exclaims, half offended that people are talking about her nipples and half shocked that they are talking about them so nonchalantly.

Jan's phone buzzes again. "That was quick," Jan observes. She reads the text and says "Hmm." 

"What," comes a second time from Jennifer.

"He wants to see your nipples now."

"Since when did your bet become about my nipples?" Jennifer says emphasizing the people involved by pointing at Jan's breasts and then her own.

"Since he..." Jan points at me, "...compared your nipples..." Jan points at Jennifer, "... to my nipples" and as she says 'my nipples' she takes her own nipples in her fingers and rolls them around slightly to make them stand out just a little bit more. Jan picks up her phone and begins to text Dave again. "She says that's not going to happen," Jan replies out loud to us as she types and then sends to Dave.

"I could take a picture of just your nipple and send it to him," I suggest to Jennifer. "You won't have to have your top off for long. You know I have always wanted to get another guy to see those wonderful nipples of yours."

"Et tu brute?" Jennifer responds to my 'traitorous' suggestion.

"C'mon. I can frame it so he can see just the nipple."

"I could take the pic and you two can pose just like we did when you took the pic," Jan suggests to Jennifer. "Can you feel the peer pressure building?"

"Yes."

Jan's phone buzzes again and we can tell she is a bit shocked by the text from Dave as she quickly recoils her head in disbelief. "Wow," is all Jan said before she hands the phone to me to read.

"Her top or your bottoms need to come off. Convince her to go topless or you need to be nude."

"Wow," echoes Jennifer as she reads over my shoulder. "Looks like you get to be completely naked."

"Really?" I ask Jennifer with my puppy-dog eyes. "You are going to make Jan strip down to nothing without showing her your nipples after she has flaunted them for so long already?"

"You'd like me to be naked, too," Jennifer chides. "I can tell by your shorts that have a tent large enough to sleep 6!"

"C'mon, Jennifer," Jan pleads "One pic and we can go back to the nice day at the beach. If we pose it like we did mine. You might not even need to take your top all the way off." As Jan suggests the pose, she takes her phone back from me and begins to pose us as if Jennifer has no choice in the matter anyway.

Jennifer takes a deep breath as she slowly brings her hand over her left bikini-covered breast. "Alright...get ready to click," she says as she curls her fingers inside her bikini top "1...2..."

"Wait!" Jan shouts. "I'm still getting the camera up on my phone...ok...almost there...ok...1...2...3."

When Jan said three, Jennifer quickly pulls the left side of her bikini down revealing her breast and nipple. As soon as the nipple was in view, Jan snaps the pic and the nipple is put away...just that fast.

"Wow," I confess, sadly. "That was really quick. I didn't even get to see. Jan, could you forward a copy of that to me?"

"You get to see those every day," Jennifer wonders out loud. "Why do you want another picture of them?"

"It's not every day you pull out your nipples on a public beach in front of other people, ya know."

"Soon as I send it off to Dave...the Neanderthal..." Jan replies to my request as her fingers work to send the pic to the first recipient, smiling from the fact that she didn't have to go buck naked on a public beach AND that she is sure he will enjoy a picture of another woman's nipples. "He's supposed to be working, but instead he's got me sending naughty pics of other women to him."

"You'd probably like me to be half-naked like Jan, huh?" Jennifer chides, ignoring Jan's musing on her sending naked pictures of another woman to her husband

"Nope," I reply without hesitation

"What?" Jennifer remarks "yes you would, and you know it!"

"No...not really," I goad Jennifer on...

"Whatever," Jennifer says with a gesture that tries to wipe away the conversation. "I know better. You've been trying to get me naked on a beach for years."

Jan's phone buzzes and halts our argument about whether I want to see Jennifer as topless as Jan and we all huddle around to see Dave's response. "Lovely, but she's not topless and you're not nude," comes the response.

"True," I readily agree.

"You don't want to see me nude, so it looks like you get to see Jan nude instead," Jennifer argues, half offended and half playful.

"I never said I didn't want to see you nude," I reply to Jennifer, "but he does have a point Jan. He said Jennifer needs to be topless or you need to be nude."

"You did so say you didn't want to see me nude," Jennifer jumps in, ignoring that fate that looms for Jan.

"No, I said I don't want to see you topless like Jan."

"Hey," Jan chimes in a tone that lets me know that I have offended both ladies now.

"Look," I say to both ladies at once, trying to get a hold of the conversation again. "I said I didn't want to see you," pointing at Jennifer, "topless like Jan for two reasons. First, I didn't think you wanted to be topless, so I didn't want to force you to do something you didn't want to do. With the amount of playfulness I'm seeing and the way your nipples are plainly hard under your bikini, I'm not so sure about that one."

"Hey," Jennifer reacts as she covers her breasts with her arms to shield her nipples form view.

"They are great nipples," Jan encourages, "and I am saying that from experience...I just saw one of them. Dave thinks so too, remember."

Just then the phone buzzes again with a text from Dave that simply asks "So?"

"Yeah, but HE doesn't want to see them," Jennifer says, pointing at me with an accusatory finger.

"And second," I start, picking up where I left off in my argument. "I said I didn't want to see you topless like Jan because I would much rather see you completely naked."

"I'm sure HE would too," Jan adds, waving the phone in the air.

I walk over to Jennifer and I hold her close to whisper in her ear. "I can tell you are thinking about going topless," I suggest. "Why don't you just bite the bullet and do it." As I am speaking to her, I slip a hand in between her legs and rub her pussy a little bit through the bikini bottoms. She jumps a little bit as I slide my hand between her thighs, but she puts up no resistance to my groping her in front of Jan.

She takes a deep breath, partially caused by my hand and partially caused by the decision making process and then pronounces, "Alright. I will bow to peer pressure and save your pussy from being exposed, Jan."

As she makes the pronouncement, she pushes herself away from me (and removes her pussy from my grip as well) walks over to Jan and gets close enough to her touch nipples if both were topless. She turns around, looks right into my eyes and asks Jan to unclasp her bikini. Jan hands me the phone to free up her hands and then unclasps the bikini in the back, letting the bottom of her bikini loose but not yet revealing her breasts. Jennifer holds onto the bikini with one arm as she pulls her other arm out of the shoulder strap. She switches arms and holds the bikini tight to her chest as she slips her other arm out of the shoulder strap. With a flourish only a magician could equal, Jennifer raises her hands above her head in a 'Ta-Da' move and her bikini falls to the ground revealing both of her milky white breasts for the first time in public...ever.

The phone vibrates in my hand as I stand enraptured by both Jennifer's and Jan's naked breasts side by side. I wake from my dream-like state and see Dave's text of "I'm still waiting for a picture."

"He still needs a picture of what the choice is," I say as I start to aim the phone at the four naked breasts before me. "Wait...I have an idea. Put your arms around each other," I say, trying to pose the picture I have in my mind. Jennifer and Jan immediately embrace face to face, breast to breast, nipple to nipple. 

"That's not what I had in mind, but hold that pose anyway," I say, trying to both enjoy the view and take a picture for Dave at the same time. I get in close to their breasts and get a picture of the side of their breasts squeezed together so no nipple is showing for either woman. I show it to Jan, who approves and I send it out to Dave.

"We'll see what he thinks of that," Jan says as she reluctantly lets go of Jennifer.

"I need to send this one to myself," I say as I text the picture a second time to my cell phone as well.

Jennifer bends down and picks up her bikini top off of the beach and looks at me with a look that is a mix of apprehension and arousal. I can tell from the look in her eye (and how wet she was when I put my hand between her legs) that she is enjoying this time, but I also know that she is too much of a 'good girl' to let on to that fact.

Jan picks up the bottle of suntan lotion again like nothing new has happened "Jennifer, can you get some of this on my back? I have a feeling we will need a lot of this today. You might want some as well," Jan suggests, pointing at Jennifer's milky white breasts. "He was right. ya know."

"Who was right about what," Jennifer inquires as she takes the bottle from Jan and begins to apply the lotion to Jan's back.

"Your nipples. They are bigger and they do stick up more than mine do." Jan turns around and takes the bottle from Jennifer. Jan squeezes some out on to her hands and motions for Jennifer to turn around so she can apply some to Jennifer's back now. "Thanks for going topless with me, by the way."

"I'm still not sure I want to, but he's been after me for years to try it, and I finally just gave in, I guess."

"Don't tell Dave," Jan whispers in Jennifer's ear, "but I kinda like the freedom of being topless. I'm actually starting to enjoy it. It is OK to be topless in front of your hubby, though, right?"

"Yeah, I think so." Jennifer nods. "He's having a great time, I'm sure."

"So am I," Jan confesses as she motions for Jennifer to turn around and she picks up the bottle again to get more lotion. Jan unceremoniously puts some lotion in her hands and grabs Jennifer's breasts to rub the lotion on them as well.

I immediately pull out Jan's cell phone and take as many pics as I can of Jan rubbing suntan lotion onto my wife's naked breasts. As soon as I start taking pictures, a text from Dave comes into Jan's phone, but I ignore it as I continue to take pictures of Jan playing with Jennifer's breasts. I take pictures as Jan kneads Jennifer's breasts like lumps of bread dough. I take pictures as Jan runs her open palms over Jennifer's nipples and up to her shoulders and back down. I take pictures as fast as I can as Jan takes one of Jennifer's nipples and rolls it between her fingers. When Jan rolls Jennifer's nipple, she jumps a bit and seems to be broken out of her trance. She backs away from Jan and asks "Did I hear a text from Dave?"

"Maybe..." I respond.

"Well...didn't you see what he said?" Jan asks, inquisitively.

"No, I just kept taking pics of you...," I wave the phone towards Jan, "... playing with her breasts...," I wave the phone at Jennifer

"Hand me the phone," Jan demands, incredulously. "You guys are all the same. What is it with you guys and girl-on-girl stuff anyway?"

"I don't think that was girl-on-girl, was it?" Jennifer interrupts quickly as she rubs lotion on her bare abdomen, trying to keep her good girl persona alive.

"No," I reply to both topless women. I type something into Jan's phone and answer Jennifer's question with "Let's let Dave decide," as I hit the send button, attaching a few pics of Jan fondling (protecting with sunscreen?) Jennifer's breasts.

"Give me that!" Jan demands again as she strips the phone from my hand. She takes the phone and scrolls back up a few texts to both see what I have sent to Dave and to see what Dave's last text was. As she is scrolling, yet another text comes from Dave and Jan begins to laugh.

"What?" We both say in anticipation.

"Dave says that yes, that was girl-on-girl action...all of the pics were, including the ones with our breasts together, but he still hasn't seen our breasts like he wants."

"Tell him if he wants to see our breasts like he wants, he should stop working and texting and come down here," Jennifer says with a mix of flirtation and annoyance.

"I agree," Jan says forcefully, standing a bit taller in defiance of Dave, pushing her breasts out just a bit more and putting her hands on her hips.

"Wait!" I yell "Stay just like that. I say we take a picture of the both of you in that pose," I say as I point to Jan with her hands on her hips in defiance, "but from the back. We text him that if he wants to see the front, he should come down here and stop texting us."

Jennifer agrees and immediately jumps up in solidarity with Jan. She links arms with Jan and they stand like stalwart Marines at parade rest; legs apart, arms behind their backs, chests out (my favorite part), shoulders high and chins up. I position them looking out into the ocean and the sun at their backs. I tell them to clench their butts a bit to give them a bit more amazing shape (although neither one really needed any help in their string bikini bottoms), I crouch down to catch some light streaming over their crotches from the front and I snap a few pics. I send the pics to my phone first, and then let the ladies decide which one to send to Dave with the ultimatum.




Text Directions



Jan takes the lead and types up the ladies' demands. "If you want to see both of our breasts, you need to stop working, stop texting and come down here." She chooses her favorite picture of the bunch, shows it to Jennifer, who nods in agreement, and then hits the 'send' button with as much flourish as she could muster.

Dave sends a text back in a matter of seconds that simply says, "Let me see what I can come up with," and then...nothing. The texts stop for what seemed like an eternity to Jan. The longer the texts were silent, the more she worried that Dave was mad...or that he was able to get off work and was coming down to the beach to join us without telling her. The longer she waited for another reply, though, the more sure she was that he was mad.

"Are you mad now?" she finally texted to him, wondering why he was silent, but there was no response. After five minutes or so of more waiting, Jan takes a picture of her naked breast and texts it to Dave with the caption, "Both of us are still topless. Are you coming down?" but again, no response from Dave. All three of us were contemplating caving in and taking the picture of both topless beauties from the front when a text response from Dave finally came in.

"Can't leave work. Have the other woman call me."

Jan's shock at the silent reading of the text from Dave had Jennifer and I worried for a bit. After Jan told us what the text said, we were even more worried. 

"Dave must be really mad," Jennifer said in a way that was apologetic for both getting Jan in trouble and nervous about why Dave wanted to speak with her.

"I can't tell, but maybe," Jan conceded. "Why would he want to talk with you, though?"

"I don't know," Jennifer defended. "I don't know if I want to speak with him. Not that he's a bad guy or anything, but why is he mad at me?"

Dave chimes in with another text. "I have to call in to another meeting in 5 minutes. She needs to call me now."

"Yeah, that doesn't sound good," Jan states as she starts dialing Dave phone and hands it to Jennifer.

"Hello...Yes, this is her. Yes, she is. Yeah, we met you in the bar last night...ok, just a minute." Jennifer gets up and walks off towards the ocean with the phone to one ear and her hand covering the other ear. She talks to Dave for a minute or two. She laughs once or twice and (I think), and seems to argue with him once or twice. She nods her head a few times like they have come to some sort of understanding and begins to walk back to Jan and I who have been watching her for the entire time. As she comes back into earshot, she says "OK...yeah, I think that's ok. I will tell her...you too...bye." And she hangs up the phone. She hands the phone back to Jan like nothing ever happened.

"AND..." Jan says, waiting for the other shoe to drop or something.

"He had to go set up for his other call."

"AND..." Jan repeats, hoping to get a better answer.

"What?"

"Why did he want to talk with you?"

"He wanted to see if I was OK with the things he asks you to do," Jennifer says, nonchalantly.

"Why didn't he ask your hubby over there as well? Why did he want to ask just you?"

"Because he knew that any man would be OK looking at your naked body. He wasn't sure about their wife's opinion," Jennifer says, like she knows everything now that Dave talked to her instead of Jan. "And it looks like he was right," she says playfully as she points to my still erect penis.

"Wow," I respond. "A little bit of knowledge and it goes to her head"

Dave's text interrupts Jennifer's gloating a little bit. Jan picks it up to read it and immediately breathes a sigh of relief. She reads it out loud to all three of us "I'm not mad at you, I just wanted to make sure it was OK with the other woman."

"Told you," Jennifer says, almost bragging.

Jan types something quickly into the phone and sends it to Dave. Dave responds moments later with "Are you liking being topless? I know you have always wanted to do this."

"Yeah, It's fun, but I have been topless for a while now, can I put it back on?" she texts back.

"Getting boring?" Dave replies.

"Aren't you in a meeting? And not really, just been topless for a while and I hope to be done paying off the bet soon."

"Is the day over? You are mine for a day, I thought" Dave replies. With that reply, Jan got a bit of a worried look on her face.

"No, the day isn't over, but maybe topless could be?"

"What else did you have in mind?" Dave teases. Jan sends something back that she does not share with Jennifer or I and waits for Dave's response. When the text comes back, Jan immediately lets out a "DAMN. I knew it,"

"What?" I ask, knowing that the only that would get that kind of reaction might be more clothes coming off.

"He told me to take my bottoms off now too. I KNEW it. I knew he was mad at me."

"He's not mad at you," Jennifer responds. "He told me you would think he was mad when he made you take the rest of it off. He told me to make sure that you don't think he's mad at you."

"What else did he tell you?"

"Well, I can't really say. We talked about a number of things, so I'm not sure what he's got up his sleeve."

"What does that mean?"

Jennifer stands where she is and motions for Jan to stand up with her. Jennifer puts and arm around her like a good friend would right before a heart to heart conversation and begins to walk towards the ocean again like she did during the phone call. Jan and Jennifer huddle in tight a few times and have about as animated conversation with each other as Jennifer did with Dave on the phone. Towards the end there was some nodding and a bit of hand-holding and then both of them came strolling back to the towels...and me.

They both reach the edge of the towels when they walk back and then stop. Jan bends down to pick up the phone, she hands it to me and says in a resigned sort of voice, "Here. He'll probably want to picture of this. Tell me when you are ready."

I take the camera and await the unveiling of Jan's pubic hair...or lack of it...I'll find out in a moment...

"OK, first, take a pic of both us girls. He wanted to see all four breasts at once, right?"

"I make sure to frame the shot with Jennifer and Jan in the frame and count down. 3...2...1" I snap the pic and ask, "should I send it to Dave?"

"Not yet," Jan says as she tries to build up courage to comply with Dave's latest request for complete nudity. "Alright. I'll count off this time." Jan looks at Jennifer and her encouraging eyes and musters the courage to count down as I steady the camera for what is about to happen. "Ok...3...2...1..." 

As soon as Jan says "...go", she grabs her bikini bottoms at the waist and slides them as quickly as she can to the sand as I watch through the phone's camera. She comes back up to vertical and as I snap the pic for Dave, I notice that Jennifer has also gone to completely naked as well. 

Jennifer gets a sly smile on her face as she watches me grapple with the view before me. There stands my beautiful blushing bride in all her glory next to another beautiful woman...also naked.

"Let me see the pic," Jan says, breaking me out of my trance. Jan sits down on my left and crowds me to see the photo on her phone. Jennifer sits down on the right side and crowds me as well. I am holding the phone in both hands, and I now have four naked breasts pressed up against my arms and four naked legs rubbing on me.

"It's blurry," Jennifer notices.

"Well...he was quite excited, you know," Jan quips, pointing at my rock hard member trying desperately to get out and join the ladies.

"OK, that's enough of that," I say, trying to protect my dignity...if that is possible.

"Oh, you've always wanted me to be naked on a beach, so stop it. You are getting a two-for-one special here," Jennifer teases.

"Send the topless one to Dave, but let's reshoot the naked one," Jan suggests as she hops back up to assume the pose she had before.

I send the photo of both girls topless to Dave as Jennifer jumps up to pose with Jan again. "You know," I suggest, "The main shock to me was Jennifer getting naked as well. What do you think about getting a video of that. Put your bottoms back on, act all scared about it, and then both drop them on camera. Let Dave see what I just saw, except he isn't here to get teased about his erection."

Both gals like the idea, so they quickly get their bottoms back on and try to wipe the smiles from their faces knowing that they will be teasing Dave. Jan gets her worried face on, I press the record button and give them a thumbs up sign to tell them I'm recording. Jan takes a deep breath as if she is nervous and says "OK...3...2...1...go" and just as last time, both Jan and Jennifer grab their suits at their hips and quickly push them into the sand. They stand back up and pose for Dave. I press the stop button, and just as last time, they quickly crowd me on both sides wanting to view the video before it's sent.

I press the play button on the phone so the girls can review the video and both ladies crowd in even closer than before, pressing their breasts against my sides. Jennifer runs her foot up my leg while the short video plays, letting me know that she is hot and horny all of a sudden. I don't know what kind of mood Jan is in, but that foot move of Jennifer's is unmistakable after 20+ years of marriage. She's hot and wet and she wants (needs?) to do something about it.

Jan grabs the phone from my hand, types something into the phone and clicks the send button with, "let's see what he thinks about that."

Jennifer hasn't moved from her spot snuggled up next to me and she continues to run her foot up and down my leg. I turn my head to look at her and she kisses me deeply on the lips before I knew what happened. 

"What's got into you?" I whisper in her ear as soon as am released from the kiss.

"Hopefully you," Jennifer coos, teasing me even more.

"Wow," I murmur in disbelief. "What did you and Dave talk about to get you this horny?"

"Not tellin," Jennifer continues to tease. 

I slide my hand between her legs and slip a finger easily inside her. "I can make you tell me," I whisper in her ear as I slip another finger inside.

"Not gonna happen," she cajoles as she grabs my wrist and pulls my fingers out of herself and places them into my lap like a good school marm trying to tell a student to keep their hands to themselves. "Saved by the bell," Jennifer announces to all three of us as soon as she hears the sound of Jan's phone chiming again, announcing a reply from Dave.

Jennifer gets up and stands behind Jan, who is now seated in the beach chair, so she can read Dave's response.

"That guy is one lucky bastard," comes Dave's response.

Jennifer laughs, looks right at me and states, "Yes. Yes he is."

"I'm going to text that right back to him," Jan exclaims as she begins typing. 

The sight of the two ladies is almost unbearable. Jan sitting in the beach chair completely naked. Her legs stretched out directly towards me with her legs slightly apart affords me an amazing view up the inside of both legs all the way to her closely shaved pussy. Up a bit further and her breasts are on display with hardened nipples from, presumably, both the slight breeze and the arousal of being naked on the beach.

Behind her, looking over her shoulder still, is my bride in all her glory as well. Breasts out in the open air with her nipples standing at full attention from what I can tell now, is from extreme arousal. Allow the eyes to travel down and I can see Jennifer's full bush on display for the first time on a beach...and if I am seeing it correctly, her bush looks quite wet.

Dave chimes in again and I try to adjust my dick in my swimsuit while the ladies are reading the text.

"I would say so," Jan says to Jennifer. Looking over her shoulder "wouldn't you?"

"Yep," Jennifer retorts, looking right at me.

"Say what?" I ask, not sure I want to know.

"Dave wanted to know if you are enjoying the show," Jan teases.

"He turning red...isn't that cute..." Jennifer teases even more.

Jan types something into her phone, shows it to Jennifer, who chuckles like a little school girl and Jan sends it.

"What?" I ask again, not wanting to know but not wanting to be left out of the loop.

"I told him you have a raging hard-on," Jan states, matter of fact.

"Nice," I concede.

"Well, it's true," Jennifer interjects, trying to sound like me when I use that phrase.

"Well you don't have to tell him!" I contest, trying to save a little bit of my dignity.

A text comes back from Dave and Jan seems a bit confused about it. She gets this look on her face that's not quite shock and not quite confusion. She shows it to Jennifer and Jennifer just shrugs her shoulders as if to say she doesn't know either and Jan sends something back to Dave. 

"What?" I ask, not sure if I want to know the answer since it probably has something to do with my 'raging hard-on.'

The ladies ignore my question as they are looking at something on the phone. Jan smiles and then the flash on the camera goes off when, I assume, they took a picture of me lying there on the beach towel as proof to Dave that I am, indeed, enjoying the show these two naked, beautiful creatures are putting on for me. While I see Jan's thumbs moving on the phone in an attempt to send the pic (or do something with it at least...I have stopped asking by now), I hear another text come in from Dave.

"Wow," Jan responds and shows the phone to Jennifer. "Are you OK with that?" Jan asks as she cranes her head to see Jennifer's reaction from behind her.

"Yeah, that's something me and Dave talked about. Want me to take pics?" She asks as she comes around to the front of the chair giving me a wonderful view up her legs to her naked bottom and the hairy patch where they meet...now slightly glistening...

"Sure. I'm sure Dave would appreciate that," Jan responds as she hands Jennifer the camera and gets up out of the chair herself.

"What?" I ask again, even more sure this time I really might not want to know the answer. The ladies turn towards me and extend a hand each to help me up from my repose.

"You have to sit in the chair," Jennifer says with all the authority she can muster. I grab Jennifer's hand to be assisted up and as soon as I get to an upright position, Jennifer continues with, "without those," as she points to my swim shorts.

"It's only fair," Jan interjects as she calls attention to her naked body by running her hands down each side of her chest.

"Does Dave seriously want pictures of me now, too?" I ask, somewhat worried.

"Sort of," Jennifer quickly replies as I slip out of my trunks. I sit down in the chair and put my feet out and immediately Jan kicks my feet apart and walks between my legs. "He still wants pics of Jan, mostly." Jennifer continues as Jan grabs my dick at the base, kneels down in the sand directly in front of me and slips her mouth over the tip in one smooth motion.

I look at Jennifer in bewilderment as I'm not sure what to do about another woman's lips around my penis with my wife standing right there...taking pictures! "Not that I would react any different if my wife were not right next to me" I think to myself as the flash for Jan's camera starts going off.

"Stop looking at me like that and enjoy," Jennifer teases. "You've wanted to be blown in public for a long time, you just expected it to be me."

I take Jennifer's advice and gently grab Jan's hair right behind her ear and guide her mouth up and down my shaft in a slightly slower rhythm than she had already began to take. Jennifer comes in a little closer with the phone and Jan pulls her mouth off of me and poses for the camera with mouth wide and the tip just barely inside her mouth. Another pic with her kissing the tip and another one with her tongue licking the shaft and she is right back to her rhythmic motion of in and out of her wet and warm mouth.

"Dave says you need to swallow, too," Jennifer says as soon as the phone vibrates again, letting us know that Dave is both getting the pictures AND calling the shots still. Jan slides my dick out of her mouth just long enough to respond with a "figures!" and then goes right back down to her work.

It doesn't take but maybe another minute or two and I can feel the pressure building. I grab Jan's head and shove her a little more down the shaft. I start to moan a little bit from the sheer amazing feeling of her mouth on me

"He's about to blow," Jennifer interjects, getting the camera in as close as she can to capture the eruption on film.

As soon as I release the first spurt of cum deep into the back of Jan's throat, she pulls her mouth off of me and continues to milk me with her hand. She keeps her mouth an inch or two away from the spurting tip as Jennifer tries to catch photos of my cum flying into Jan's mouth. A few spurts make it into her mouth, but a few spurts end up on her cheek and one even landed on the bridge of her nose before I was finally done. Jennifer took a few more pictures of Jan's face covered in my cum and then Jan wiped off most of it with her fingers. Jennifer continued taking pictures of Jan wiping her face with her fingers and then ceremoniously licked her fingers clean as if she just ate a very juicy chicken...and she just had, I suppose. 

Jennifer and Jan reviewed the photos on the phone and texted a few to Dave as proof that she had done what he had said and then handed me the phone so I could see the pictures that were taken as well.

"I've gotta get cleaned up," Jan observes. "Let go swimming," she suggests to Jennifer as she uses her head to point to the ocean. Jan runs toward the ocean completely free and completely naked leaving me there in the beach chair to relive the moment with the photos. 

Right before Jennifer runs after her, she looks at me and says, "enjoy the photos, but your mine next," and runs towards the water to join Jan. 

I watched both ladies, naked as the day they were born but certainly much more alluring, run towards the ocean with abandon. I immediately tried to snap one or two photos of the naked water nymphs playing in the surf, but Jan's camera phone simply did not have a good enough zoom feature to make the pictures of any quality. I quickly realized that not only are the photos I was taking not all that good, but they were on Jan's phone and I had very little photo proof of the amazing day I had had on the beach.

To remedy the situation, I start looking through the pics that have been taken already and start texting the best ones to my phone as well. The one of Jan rubbing suntan lotion into her breasts...and the one of Jan rubbing lotion into Jennifer's breasts is a definite keeper. My face next to Jan's nipple was definitively one I want to keep, I decided as I text it to my phone as well. I watch the video of both girls stripping down to nothing a few times before I send it to my phone as well. I start looking through the pics my wife took of Jan sucking me and I begin to notice my 'recovery' from what had just happened.

As I look through the pics and text some to my phone, I slowly feel my dick rising to the occasion again. "Damn these are great pics," I think to myself as I text more to my phone and relive what just happened.

I am jolted out of my bliss with a splash of cold seawater on my bare chest. I startle at the surprise and the cold as I look up to see my bride shaking the seawater out of her hair (on to me on purpose), making her breasts swing from side to side. I notice that her skin is red from the cold sea water, but her nipples are standing proud in defiance of the cold sea from whence she just came.

"I'll take that," Jan scolds as she swipes the phone from my hand from behind me. As soon as she grabs the phone, she pushes me down from the top of my head and makes me lay down on the beach towel. She stands with her feet on either side of my head giving me a commanding view up the entire length of her legs and straight to her wet (from either the ocean or the activities) pussy.




Text Directions



Jan starts taking pictures from this angle as Jennifer grabs my cock and strokes it a few times. She kneels on top of me and declares, "My turn!" as she slides me inside her and starts to ride me like a bucking bronco.

She raises and lowers herself on top of me for a strokes and then leans back to grab my knees to stabilize herself to ride me more. Jan, all the while is standing over me taking pictures of my bride bouncing up and down on my cock.

I reach up with my right hand and start to play with Jennifer's clit, which makes her moan a bit and lean back a bit more to allow me access to all of her. Jan leans in a bit more to get some close-ups of Jennifer sliding up and down on my shaft and a few of my fingers working her woman parts.

Jennifer sits a bit, trapping my hand between her pussy and my pelvis and reaches for the camera from Jan. "Give me that," she demands as she holds one hand out to receive the camera and uses the other to move my hand out of it's entrapment. As soon as Jennifer receives the camera, she starts grinding herself into me in a circular format, taking all of me inside her and enjoying every feeling of being full. 

Once my hand is removed and her grinding becomes rhythmic, she reaches out to Jan with her left hand and as soon as Jan grabs it, she pulls down and says "Sit down."

Jan takes her leading and sits down on top of me facing Jennifer. Jan lowers herself down and positions her pussy directly over my mouth. She wiggles her hips a few times to find a comfortable place as I run my tongue up and down her wetness a few times. I assume Jennifer is still taking pictures up there, but I really don't care who is taking pictures of what, as I have one woman rubbing her pussy on my face as I have another pussy grinding my cock.

I dutifully lick the pussy mounted on my face as I feel the familiar feeling of Jennifer sliding up and down on my dick. It only takes a minute or two before I feel Jennifer's pussy tighten up and the bouncing ease up as she cums first of all of us. As I continue to service the pussy on my face, I pray that somebody (meaning Jan) got a picture of Jennifer as she went over the edge. As quickly as the thought comes into my mind, I feel Jan push down harder on my tongue as she cums as well.

"Probably not," I think to myself, trying to focus on the throbbing clit I can only taste and not see. I continue to taste Jan's sweetness as Jennifer slides off me as I feel two hands wrap around my member to continue the stimulation. As soon as Jan is done having her way with my tongue, she rolls off me, picks up the camera and continues to shoot photos of Jennifer as she finishes me off with her hand, letting my juice squirt over her and Jan.

As soon as I am finished...again, we jump up and run into the crystal blue water to wash off and cool off at the same time. When we return, Jan texts a few pictures to Dave. We only received one response after that...

"I hate work."



Text for Sex



How had things got this far? How had I lost my mind in all of this? I scrolled through the text messages from Jacob.

The first had been very innocent; just a simple question about work deadlines. The last had lost all of it's innocence; asking for a picture of me, naked.

My face flushed crimson at the idea of sending such a picture, yet I felt a burning between my thighs. The same burning I felt every time I opened a text message from Jacob.

A flurry of thoughts flashed through my mind. Should I send a picture? Should I even text back? Before I knew it my mind had run away with me and I was thinking about how I should pose and what I should wear.

I text back, 'you would like to see a photo wouldn't you.'

My heart raced as I waited for a reply. Why was I so nervous? Jacob was just a guy from work. I had worked with him for over a year.

He had never caught my attention before, and didn't seem like the kind of guy who would say such explicit things to a woman.

I wanted to send a picture but I was scared. What if he passed it around work? I could never live that down.

I was busy undressing, ready to change into my gym clothes, when my phone buzzed on my dressing table.

I gingerly walked over, anxious of what the next text message would say. I picked up my phone and clicked open the message.

'Show me yours and I will show you mine. That's how much I want to see a picture,' it read.

Oh god, I wanted to send a picture, just so I could receive a picture from him.

"Oh what do I do?" I said out loud.

I had pictures I could send already, or should I take another one. I looked down at myself, I was only wearing my underwear. My jade green matching lace bra and knickers.

"I can't believe I am doing this," I said as I unhooked my bra.

I brought up the camera on my phone and stood in front of my full length mirror. Using my arms to push my breasts together I smiled as my cleavage looked great.

I pouted as I clicked the camera into action. My bedroom window was open, letting in the cool October breeze. My nipples started to get hard. I couldn't decide whether it was because of the breeze or because I was getting turned on at the thought of sending the pictures to Jacob.

Getting brave I pulled my knickers down, noticing the wet patch on the crotch. Maybe I was more turned on that I had thought.

I propped my phone on my dressing table, pointing it towards the bed, and set the timer. I knew I only had 10 seconds before the camera started taking pictures.

I rushed into position, putting my arms above my head, my legs slightly apart and standing on my tip-toes. I did my best pout and I could hear the camera clicking each time it took a picture. I changed position at every click, ending with my hands flat on my bed and my ass in full view of the camera.

The burning between my legs intensified as I flicked through the pictures. I had to admit, I looked hot.

My heart pounded in my chest as I sent each picture. I had never done anything like this yet I was excited. All I could think was if Jacob didn't like the pictures I didn't have to see him till Monday. Thank god it was only Friday.

I had decided against going to the gym; I wouldn't be able to text Jacob if I went.

After waiting for five minutes for Jacob to text back, I started to become anxious again. 

To take my mind off things I decided to go for a shower, maybe that would cool me down as well. 

I turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up. I shook my hair loose of its pony tail, letting it fall around my shoulders.

I stepped inside the shower and tested the water with my hand, the warmth made my arm tingle. Goosebumps appeared all over my body.

I slid the shower door shut and closed my eyes ass the powerful jets of water cascaded over my naked body.

I grabbed my body wash from the shower rack and squirted it all over my chest and legs. I instantly imagined Jacob's juices running down my body. 

My hands instinctively dropped to my heaving breasts. I lathered up the body wash, my slender fingers slid over my nipples. I let out a moan. It had been a long time since I had felt this way; wanted. I pulled the shower head from the stand and washed the suds off my body.

I lowered the shower head, to wash between my legs. I let the water pummel my clit a little longer than I normally would. 

My nipples hardened involuntarily. The shower had meant to cool me down, instead it had me ravenous for the release my body so badly craved.

Washing away the last of the body wash, I replaced the shower head and turned off the water. I stepped out of the shower cubicle and wrapped the soft white towel around myself and dabbed away most of the moisture.

Realising what I had been waiting for I rushed back to the bedroom, over to my phone. I lit up the screen and my heart almost stopped beating. I had only been in the shower for 10 minutes and I had two text messages from Jacob. 

'Wow, your body is so beautiful. I would love to get my hands on those gorgeous tits,' read the first.

I blushed at the thought of him fondling my breasts.

The next text message made me hot between the legs again. 

'I can't help it! I have to release this raging hard on. I have my cock in my hand, thinking of you.'

Was he really masturbating over me? My mind was all over the place, and I hadn't noticed but so were my hands.

I was rubbing my clit. I could smell my sweet scent hanging in the air. My nipples felt harder than ever before.

I sat on the edge of my bed, opening my legs wider so that I had better access to my clit. My fingers slipped down to my wet entrance. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself moaning. The window was still open and I didn't want my neighbours to hear me. 

My phone vibrated in my other hand. It startled me but didn't stop me pushing my two fingers deep inside my wet pussy.

As I opened the message I started to finger-fuck myself faster. My question had been answered, Jacob was masturbating over me. 

The picture message was proof. There he was, just as he had said, with his cock in his hand. I couldn't work out whether it was the angle of the picture or whether his cock really was as big as it looked. His fingers barely met as they wrapped around his manhood.

I couldn't resist it anymore. I jumped off my bed and almost ran over to my dressing table. Pulling open the bottom drawer I grabbed my favourite toy; my clit stick.

I made my way back to my bed, lay down and thrust my two fingers back into my pussy. Working up a rhythm I switched my clit stick on. The low hum of the vibrating got me more excited than usual.

I quickly flicked the stick over my clit. I jumped as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel my juices flowing over my fingers. I had never been so turned on while masturbating. I rubbed the stick over my clit again, harder this time. My mind wandered to thinking of Jacob's manhood. I thought of him pumping his member in his hand while looking at pictures of me.

My hips thrust up to my fingers at the same time as grinding my hips against the clit stick. I felt my skin tingle, I knew I was close to cumming. My pace quickened, my pussy walls tightened around my fingers and I moaned out loud as my orgasm crashed over me.

My body shuddered as I pulled my fingers from my spent opening. My juices glistened on. I glanced at my phone and in the spur of the moment I parted my lips and ran my tongue over my finger tips.

It tasted sweet, but strong. Nothing like I imagined. I got carried away and tongued at my fingers, like I was starved, until they were clean. It was like they had never been buried deep in my pussy only minutes ago.

I switched off my clit stick and placed it back in the drawer. I had a feeling I would be using it a little more often. 

I picked up my phone, surprised to see another text message from Jacob.

This one read, 'I have to see you. I want to feel those tits in my hands. I want to bury my cock deep in your pussy. Can we meet?'

I was shocked at his request but found myself replying 'Yes come to my apartment.'

Realising my mistake, I quickly sent another text message with my address. In my haste to get him over to my apartment I had forgotten he didn't know where I lived.

Jacob text me back almost immediately, explaining he would be over in about an hour.

That would give me just enough time to get ready I thought. I walked over to my underwear drawer and picked out my favourite red bra with matching red thong. Placing it on the bed I went back into the bathroom. Picking up the damp flannel from the sink, I washed between my thighs making sure I got rid of the 'evidence' from the fun earlier.

Feeling refreshed I got my floor length silk night-dress from the wardrobe. Putting it next to my underwear, the clash in colour looked sexy.

I needed to put some make-up on at least before Jacob arrived. I powdered my face and applied mascara and a coat of my best lip gloss. I brushed my long red hair and decided to leave it down. I loved it when it was down because it went curly.

Time seemed to fly by. I knew I was going to have to hurry if I wanted to open a bottle of wine too. I got dressed, putting on my thong first. I checked to see if my behind looked as good as it had in the pictures I sent to Jacob. Checking the time I quickly put on my bra and night-dress. I loved the innocence of my white night-dress and the devilishness of my red underwear. I felt ready for anything.

I rearranged the bed, getting rid of the creases I had made writhing around in pleasure. 

Making my way to the kitchen I took two wine glasses out and placed them on the granite work surface. I bent down, feeling my night-dress pull tight on my ass, to get a bottle of wine from the rack.

I opened the bottle, at first struggling to get the cork out. My thoughts drifted to my pussy being wrapped that tightly around Jacob's manhood. I snapped back to reality as the buzzer sounded. Within second I felt more nervous than I had ever been. Pressing the button to open the door I took a deep breath, this was it there was no going back now.

I put a smile on my face as I opened the door. Jacob was stood there already, smiling back.

"Hi Maxine," he said. His voice deep and masculine.

"Hey Jacob," I replied. My voice sounded sexier than I had intended.

"Please come in," I motioned towards the sofa. 

Jacob, without being asked, removed his shoes before making his way to the living area. I briskly walked to the kitchen and started pouring the wine.

"I hope red is ok," I asked. I knew I was making small talk.

"I don't mind. We both know I am not here for the wine," replied Jacob.

I blushed, I didn't think he would be so honest. I didn't really know what I had expected.

"Oh yes, sorry I didn't think," I apologised.

"Don't apologise. Come here," Jacob pulled me down on the sofa next to him.

He looked me in the eye and cupped my face with his big manly hands.

"I am here because those pictures you sent me made me hornier than I have ever been," Jacob said. "I came here to see if you looked as hot naked as you did in those pictures, because when I see you at work I never imagined that amazing body."

My cheeks flushed red again. Not as embarrassment of what Jacob was saying but at my noticeably hardening nipples.

I closed my eyes as Jacob lowered his lips to mine. His soft lips brushed against mine. I moaned in my throat, my lips parting slightly. Taking his time Jacob ran his tongue across the crack in my lips, forcing them apart even more. His tongue filled my mouth, it tasted sweet but bitter at the same time.

My own tongue started to dance around his. I hadn't been kissed like this in such a long time, I had almost forgotten what it felt like.

I felt so good to feel a man hold me and kiss me with such a passion I almost came right at that moment.

"Jacob I want you to fuck me," I found myself saying.

I don't know who was more shocked; Jacob or me. I had never used profanities in front of him before but I wanted him inside me more than anything and I wanted him inside me now.

Jacob pulled me back in, this time kissing me harder and more ferociously. I pushed my tongue back against his, licking and sucking on it too. I pressed my body into him, I could feel my hard nipples pushing into his chest. It had the effect I wanted when Jacob's hand slid from my cheek to my left breast.

He rolled my nipple, through my night-dress and my bra, between his thumb and forefinger. My pussy started to throb, I knew my thong would have a wet patch on the crotch.

Jacob broke the kiss, I gasped but then smiled when I realised he was making his way down my body. He slid off the sofa, onto the floor and knelt in front of me.

He pushed my night-dress up around my waist and looked down at my red thong.

"You sexy little minx," he rasped. 

His masculine voice sent a chill down my spine. He pushed my thong to the side and put his face into my pussy. He took a deep breath, taking in my scent. Then without warning he plunged his tongue into my wet opening.

I moaned out loud as his tongue pulled in and out of me. He was lapping up all of my juices and still tweaking my nipples. I could feel myself losing control.

"Yes, baby lick my pussy. Don't stop!" I moaned.

Digging his tongue deeper inside me, Jacob had his nose pressed against my clit. He stopped rubbing my nipple and slid his hand down my body. I barely noticed that Jacob had replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, until he flicked my clit with his soft tongue.

It shocked me so much I jumped off the sofa, forcing my clit into Jacob's mouth. He pulled it in, sucking and nibbling. He pumped his fingers into my dripping opening.

My entire body began to shudder, my pussy tightened around Jacob's fingers

"Oh god, I'm Cumming," I almost screamed.

An orgasm ripped through my body, but Jacob didn't stop licking my clit. Only once I had finished shaking did he stop.

He slipped his fingers out of my pussy and climbed onto the sofa, straddling me.

He dipped his face towards mine, kissing me hard. I could smell my juices on his face and taste myself on his lips. 

I was surprised when he slipped the two fingers, he had buried inside me, between our dancing tongues. The taste was a lot stronger than it had been on his lips. 

Even though it was almost over-powering, I found myself taking both of Jacob's fingers into my mouth and sucking them clean.

It was the second time this evening I had sucked fingers clean of my pussy juices.

"That is so kinky," groaned Jacob.

"That's nothing baby," I said sexily.

Jacob clambered off me and stood in front of me. I grabbed his waistband, pulling him towards me. His crotch was just in front of my face.

I slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, not realising how baby they were as they fell to the floor.

Jacob's tight boxer shorts show cased his manhood perfectly. I could see a perfect outline of his stiff member, proving it was as big as it had looked in the picture message he had sent me.

I hooked my fingers in the waist of his boxers and pushed them down to his ankles. His throbbing cock was finally free and I was struggling to control myself as it twitched, just inches away from my face.

I took his cock in my hand, and stoked it gently like it would break if I was rough with it.

I bent my head and took his cock in my mouth. I had to open my mouth wider than I had expected to take his head in. I certainly didn't think a man could be blessed with both length and girth in the trouser department.

I could already taste his pre-cum as his cock forced its way down my throat. I was used to deep throating but I felt like I couldn't swallow another inch.

I was getting more turned on as Jacob's cock hit the back of my throat. He moaned each time I brought my head back up.

"Maxine, you are so good at this," he said.

He grabbed the back of my head, pushing my mouth further down his shaft. My nose brushed against his wiry pubic hair. I felt like I was going to choke but I was getting wetter each time he rammed his cock into my mouth.

I was working up a rhythm with my tongue as Jacob fucked my face harder.

"Baby stop!" He said. "I'm going to cum if you carry on."

He pulled his 8 inch cock out of my mouth, I flicked his bulbous head with my tongue making him jerk backwards.

Grabbing my arms, he pulled me to my feet. Before he kissed me again he stepped out of his jeans and boxer shorts.

He kicked them to one side and picked me up, like I weighed nothing, I wrapped my legs around his waist. My night-dress was still hitched up past my thighs.

I kissed him again, passionately. I wanted him to know I was ready for him. The kiss had the desired effect because Jacob started walking towards my open bedroom door.

I couldn't wait any longer, I needed Jacob inside me. I had waited all evening for this and I was looking forward to it.

He practically dropped me onto the bed and took his t-shirt off before I had a chance to recover. He leaned over me and pushed my night-dress further up my body until it slipped over my head revealing my bra and thong, which was still pushed to the side.

He pulled my thong down to my ankles so quickly they almost ripped. He was a s eager as I was. Crawling up the bed her threw my legs apart and climbed in between them.

Taking his cock in his hand he rubbed it across my wet slit before he plunged into my hot entrance.

I gasped at the sheer size of him as Jacob stretched my walls to accommodate his cock. I don't know whether it was because it was slightly painful but the pleasure was nothing like I had ever felt. I was on the brink of cumming already and he was only half way in.

He worked a slow rhythm, moving in and out of me, pushing a little deeper each time he trust into me. It didn't take him long to work all 8 inches of him inside me and now that I was used to his size I didn't want him to take it easy.

I pulled him towards me and whispered in his ear, "fuck me baby. Fuck me hard and deep." Grabbing my ankles he leaned back and put my legs on his shoulders. He pumped faster and faster, thrusting deeper each time until my head was almost banging against the wall.

I reached back and unhooked my bra, releasing my 36DD breasts. They bounced in time with Jacob thrusting into me.

Still keeping his rhythm Jacob fondled my breast with one hand and lowered the other to my clit. He began to rub my clit with his thumb.

I felt myself cumming, my moans became louder until I was almost screaming when my orgasm crashed over me like a wave.

I knew Jacob must be close, I could feel that his cock was as hard as steel.

Jacob pulled out of me and flipped me over so that my ass was in the air. Yes, I thought, he was going to fuck me doggy style. It was my favourite position and I loved it rough.

Jacob pulled me toward him, his hands on my hips. He pushed my legs apart with his knee and then guided his pulsing cock into my pussy. 

The position made my pussy tighten around his cock. I could feel ever vein as he pulled in and out of me. 

"Yes Jacob fuck me. Fuck me like the little bitch I am," I said.

My dirty talk must have turned him on even more because he grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to pull me back onto his cock. 

He was thrusting into me hard and fast, his balls slapping against my clit.

"Spank me baby!" I shouted.

Jacob brought his free hand down on my ass cheek over and over, making me squeal each time. Jacob started to grunt, I knew he was on the verge of cumming.

I reached between my legs and rubbed vigorously at my clit. It was too much for me to handle as Jacob spanked my ass again.

"Yes, I'M CUMMING!" I screamed into the bed.

My body shook, I pushed back onto Jacob's cock and I heard him moan my name over and over as we rode the orgasm together.




Text for Sex



He exploded like a volcano, releasing what seemed like a flood of semen into my pussy.

After we had both stopped convulsing against each other, Jacob let loose of my hair and his now flaccid cock slipped out of me.

I lay on the bed, my breathing heavy, as Jacob crawled up next to me. He wrapped his muscular arm around me and all he said was "Wow," before drifting off to sleep.

I turned over to spoon into him when I caught sight of my phone. I smiled and wondered, would Jacob be texting again?



Text From a Mystery Girl



Thanks to Cambria Rose in editing this story.



I noticed that she hadn't moved since I went to the master bath to take a shower.  She was on her back, with her head resting on my pillow. The little make-up that she had worn to meet me was long gone. Her eyes were glassy; her cheeks were red and her lips slightly swollen. 

Val was particularly proud of her C-cup breasts. They stood out, with her pointy nipples bright red. I suspected that they would be very sore, when she encased them in a bra the next morning.

Her legs were slightly spread with her bald pussy, enflamed ruby red lips and a stream of my cum on full display. 

If she had turned over and opened her spectacular nineteen year old ass cheeks, I would have seen an equally well used asshole and another stream of cum.

"Do I really need to leave?"

"You know you do," was my answer.

"I can't believe you have a date with my Mom, right after you spend a couple of hours fucking me."

I smiled, shrugged and started to get dressed.

"Can we do this again?" Val asked.

"I'm surprised you want to."

Val thought for a moment and then said, "I couldn't go through this every day, but the orgasms you gave me, were incredible. I want more of those."

She smiled and sighed and climbed out of the middle of my king size bed. It took her less than a minute to pull her black tee shirt over her head, step into a pair of short jean shorts and fasten it at her waist and pull on a pair of flip-flops.

As Val finished dressing, I went to her, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. When our lips parted, she laughed and said, "It's nice to know you can be gentle too!"

I laughed, kissed her lips again and told her, "I can be very gentle ... very loving, but that's not what you wanted or needed."

Her face blushed. She stood on her toes and kissed me for the last time. Together we walked to the front door. Val walked to her car and began her 90 minute drive back to her campus dorm room and I went to straighten up the bedroom and change the sheets to remove the traces of my romp with Val.

I'm Chris. I'm a 45 year old widower and have been single for the last four years. I'm an even six feet, 180lbs, clean-cut and in good physical shape. I'm an attorney by education, but early in my career, my family convinced me to take over the family's third generation building supply business. It was the best decision of my life. 

I had been monogamous since I met my wife as a junior in college and through a one year grieving process after her death. Since then, I've had an ongoing series of friends-with-benefits type relationships.

One of my current friends is Lori McMichael. She's a cute, athletic thirty seven year old, part-time aerobics instructor. Lori stands 5'3", has strawberry blonde hair that is stylish and reaches her shoulders. Her body is well toned and athletic and shows off natural B-cup breasts, a slim waist-line and a drop-dead gorgeous bottom and legs. And oh – by the way, Lori is married to her high school sweetheart. 

I also date Ginny Tomlin. Ginny is once divorced and currently engaged.  She is forty-one and the nurse at our local high school. Ginny is almost as tall as my six feet. She's thin with A-cup tits, a long frame and legs. She has long brown hair and is a bit of a tomboy.

It's also interesting that Lori and Ginny are best friends.

One week earlier:

It was a rainy Saturday and business was slow. I had let all but two of the staff head home. We were killing time, till closing, when I heard the "ding" of a text coming through. 

I'll admit that I'm not a huge fan of texting. As a businessman, it's just one more type of communication that needs to be tracked. I turned my phone over, punched in the password and saw a message from an unfamiliar number. 

My first thought, when I opened the message and saw a photo was, "I didn't know you could text pictures."

My second thought was, "That's a beautiful pussy."

And after examining the pussy and widely spread legs, my third thought was, "I've never seen this bald wet pussy before."

Under the picture was a message that said, "Chris - Do you think your horse cock would fit in my tight pussy?"

As I was trying to decide if I would answer, another photo came through. The picture showed a naked woman standing with her back to a mirror. The figure held a camera-phone over her shoulder. I couldn't see her face, as the flash obscured her features. She was thin, young, athletic, and very sexy, with light brown hair that hung down her back. The message attached asked, "Or in my virgin ass?"

As much as the pictures were turning me on, I was a middle aged guy and the woman in the pictures appeared to be in her early twenty's.

"How old are you?" I wrote back.

Almost instantly a new text appeared that said, "Old enough to want a big cock!" 

"That's not an answer," I texted. 

"I'm nineteen, legal, horny and want a big cock stuffed down my throat, fucking my tight pussy and cumming in my unused ass"

I decided to change course and wrote back, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm average size."

"No you're not. You are nine inches, really thick and can fuck for hours!" 

I'll admit I was perplexed. This person was exactly right. I dated. I had regular sex with a couple of friends-with-benefits, but all were close to my age. I had no idea who was texting me.

I decided to ignore any future texts and deleted the current grouping from my phone.

I finished my day in the office, took a short nap when I got home and was sipping a beer when my phone rang. I answered, talked to a friend and after hanging up, I noticed a string of instant messages from that afternoon's number.

I flipped through a series of pictures showing a faceless woman deep throating a fat pink dildo. The first showed a tongue touching the tip of the plastic toy. In the next picture, her lips were slightly parted and half the mushroom head penetrated her lips. The third picture had half the eight inch cock in her mouth. The fourth showed three fingers holding the end of the toy, while the remainder was stuffed into her throat. The only change in the fifth photo was her tongue sticking from between her lips and licking the plastic balls. That last message said, "I wish this was your cock."

I have to admit, I wished it was my cock too. I flipped through the pictures a couple of times and was feeling increasingly horny each time. 

I had a long week and had decided to stay in on Saturday night. However, after seeing the photos of the nineteen year old deep throating the giant dildo, I decided to see if I could get a little action.

I had fucked Lori earlier in the week, so I phoned Ginny instead. Her cell phone went directly to voicemail. I didn't identify myself and just asked, "Can you come over for a quickie?"

When Ginny hadn't returned the call fifteen minutes later, I called Lori. She answered on the second ring with a simple, "Hi."

"Do you have anything going on tonight?" I asked.

"Bill and I are meeting friends for dinner at Dillon's Pub. Bill's coming from the Country Club and is going to meet me there. Do you want to join us?"

"No thanks. I've had a long week. Have fun."

"Why did you call?" Lori asked.

When I didn't answer immediately, she continued, "Are you just looking for a slut?"

I admitted, "I'm worked up tonight and was hoping you'd be able to stop."

Lori said, "I can't Chris. If I blow you, my face will look like shit when I show up at the restaurant. Bill's going to want to fuck me when we get home and even if he's drunk, he'll be able to tell I've been fucked."

After pausing for a second I suggested, "How about your ass?"

"Jesus Chris. Really? You want me to sit through dinner with my husband and our friends, minutes after you cum up my asshole?"

"Please?" was my one word plea.

"You're a sick pervert," was her answer. After a beat she finished with, "It will have to be quick. I'll be there in ten minutes."

Lori was right on time. Her white Infinity sedan pulled to a stop in front of my garage. When she circled the car, I wondered if she had changed into the short cotton skirt, to speed up our encounter. Lori pecked my cheek as she walked in. After only the briefest hesitation, she walked to the living room and over her shoulder said, "No foreplay Chris. I need to be at the Pub in twenty minutes. Let's do it!"

She stopped in front of the arm of the sofa, leaned over, crossed her arms and braced herself. When I was behind her, I unbuckled my shorts and let them drop to the floor. Since it was going to be no-frills, I didn't bother to step out of them.

I lifted Lori's skirt and tossed it over her back. The string of a tiny red thong was wedged in her crack. I pulled it out and let it settle over the round curve of her right butt cheek. When I nudged her ankle with my foot, she spread her legs further. 

When I placed a palm on each ass cheek and spread her wide, I chuckled. Before leaving her home, Lori had greased up her tight pink asshole.

"Just give it to me, Chris. Fuck my slutty ass and let me go to my date."

I used my left hand to hold her cheeks apart and took my cock in my right hand. Lori grunted, "Oh fuck," as I pressed into her ass. She opened slowly and when I felt her relax, I pushed half my cock into her tightest hole.

"Give it to me, fuck my asshole," was her urgent plea.

I let go of the globe of her ass and took a hip in each hand. I was rock hard and started a forceful ass fuck.  It took a minute to bury myself completely and then I started a full in and out fuck.

"Harder. Fuck my ass harder!"

Lori slid one hand between her legs and palmed my swinging ball sack. 

She pleaded, "Cum! Fill me with cum!"

It didn't take long. My balls started to boil and I shot five jets of spunk up her slutty ass.

After I eased from between her round globes, Lori reached back, pulled the string of her thong between her cheeks, stood and let her skirt fall into place, turned and kissed my cheek and left as quick as she had arrived.

I pulled up my pants and went to the kitchen for a beer and was sitting on the porch a few minutes later when my door bell chimed. When I got to the front door and opened it, I was momentarily surprised to see Ginny, until I remember the message I'd left her, before talking to Lori.

Ginny was dressed in a cute purple button up blouse, with the first three buttons undone. As her tits were so small, she rarely wore a bra. She had on tight jeans and three inch heels. In those shoes, Ginny was two inches taller than me. She gave me a dazzling smile, leaned in and gave me a scorching kiss. She pressed her lips to mine and after a second forced her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dueled for almost a minute, before Ginny took her tongue back, patted my cheek and made her way into my home.

I caught up with Ginny as she was pulling a beer from the refrigerator. She easily twisted the cap off and took a long swig. When she finished she asked, "I guess you're horny tonight?"

I smiled and told her, "You know I'm always horny!"

"That's my stud! Come over here, so I can suck your cock!"

I countered, "Let me take a two minute shower to clean off."

Ginny smiled and said, "You know I don't mind a little sweat. I love the smell of man."

I had to confess and told her, "Lori left five minutes before you showed up."

Ginny faked a pissed-off look and said, "That little slut!" But then she smiled, shrugged and said, "Don't worry about cleaning up. I've sucked pussy juice off a cock before. Bring it over here Chris!"

She made me laugh and I told her, "I wasn't in her pussy."

When she crinkled her face in confusion, I continued, "She was meeting the Rhodes and Bill for dinner. She didn't want me to fuck her pussy because she'll be having sex with Bill later."

When she still looked confused, I told her, "I fucked Lori's ass."

We laughed together and Ginny admitted, "I'm a slut, but I'm not going to suck Lori's shit off your cock."

As I walked to the bathroom, I told Ginny, "I'll only be five minutes.

I stripped on the way to the bathroom and didn't wait for the shower to warm up. I jumped in and lathered up my groin, soaped my entire body and then washed my cock again. Any residue from Lori had been washed down the drain when I turned off the shower and reached for my towel.

I had just put a clean towel on the hook outside the shower stall and it was empty. I heard Ginny giggle and say, "You don't need a towel, Chris."

When I pulled the shower curtain to the side, Ginny was naked, except for her three inch come-fuck-me shoes. She was leaning her bum into the bathroom vanity. Ginny has a killer smile and she was grinning ear to ear. Her small A-cups and pink nipples had no sag. Her tummy was flat and hard. She had small hips and a landing strip above her pink swollen slit. Her legs were long and crossed at the ankles.

Ginny's gaze zeroed in on my flaccid cock. "I thought you'd be happy to see me!"

I smiled and told her, "I bet you can remedy this problem."

Her smile equaled mine, as she stepped to me and sunk to her hunches. She reached for my cock and lifted it to her open mouth. Ginny sucked, licked and kissed the mushroom shaped head and thick shaft. I started to get hard almost immediately and when Ginny started to deep throat my entire length, I could cut a diamond.  She grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and slowly swallowed me over and over until her nose was buried in my groin.

After ten minutes of non-stop deep throat and cock sucking, Ginny pulled my cock from her mouth and said, "I'll need to thank Lori for taking care of that first quick load. I love it when you go a long time!"

Ginny's hand caught the edge of the vanity to help her to her feet. She hoisted herself into a sitting position on the edge of the counter, spread her legs and asked, "Please come fuck me."

I walked cock-first between her thighs, placed the head of my dick at the entrance of her fuck-hole and pushed. Ginny was soaked and easily accepted me. I placed a hand on each side of her waist and started and easy fucking motion, spearing her over and over with my fat cock.

Ginny threw her head back, opened her mouth and begged, "Don't stop!"

I wasn't about to slow or stop and banged her pussy until she grunted, "Cuuuuuuuuuuuing!!!" I continued to bang away. When her second orgasm seemed just out of reach, she moved a hand to her clit and started rubbing herself. This time she shuttered and cursed out, "Mother Fuuuuuuuuucker!"

Ginny was fairly tired from holding herself up with one hand. I coaxed her off the vanity, turned her around, bent her over and took her hard and fast from behind. I pounded her open cunt and together we raced to climax.

I held off as long as possible and when Ginny raised her face and looked to my reflection in the bathroom mirror, her entire body tensed. I could feel her cunt grasp my pistoning cock. The walls of her pussy milked me and together we came. I unloaded four shots of cum into her willing tunnel.

Ginny didn't leave as quickly as Lori. We dressed, grabbed a beer each and sat on my back porch in the cooling night air. After a second round, she asked, "Is there any chance I can get you hard again?"

I smiled and told her, "Sorry baby! I'm done for the night!"

I didn't have much planned for Sunday, other than puttering around the yard. I had finished cutting the grass and had put the equipment away when my phone beeped indicating I had a text. When I looked at the screen, I was surprised to see a note from my mystery woman.

It said, "You were a busy boy last night!"

I was tiring of this game, but typed back, "It was actually a quiet night."

Her answer was, "I know you're lying!"

"I'm an old man. I was asleep by nine!"

Her response back was, "LOL – you may have been asleep, but it wasn't because you're old. It was because of all the sex!"

I decided not to respond. A moment later she wrote, "Do you want to know a secret?"

Again I ignored her, but I was stunned when she texted me the secret. She said, "Lori only pretended to be mad. She actually loved the anal sex. She loved the quickie. She loved feeling her abused ass while she had dinner. "

I was trying to figure out, who the hell was playing with me when the next text popped through. "Want to know another secret?"

This time, when I didn't answer, she sent, "OK. I guess you don't want to know ... "

I can't say that I debated with myself very long before texting, "I'd like to know the secret."

With confidence, she wrote back, "I knew you would!"

And then she told me, "Ginny wants to try anal and is pissed Lori can take your log. She wants you to rape her ass!"

I wrote, "Bullshit."

She texted back, "I never lie! I've got to run. TTYL!"

I wasn't sure how this woman was getting her information and was convinced she was wrong about Ginny wanting anal sex. I'd asked for anal many times and she had always refused. Since I had regular anal sex with Lori, I wasn't deprived, so I had never pushed Ginny.

I thought about the latest series of texts while I showered off the grime of the yard work. After dressing, I decided to see if my mystery friend was correct. I texted Ginny, "Any chance you can stop over?"

It took twenty minutes for her to text back, "Lori and I didn't wear you out last night?"

Smiling, I texted back, "You did wear me out last night, but I'm horny today."

She responded, "MMMMmmmm. Me too!"

And a few seconds later she wrote, "See you in an hour."

My mystery text buddy had said that Ginny wanted her ass raped. There was no way I'd go that far, but I decided to be forceful and see what happened.

I was looking out the front picture window when Ginny's vehicle pulled into my driveway. I took a second to admire her as she slid from the car and walked up my front path. She was wearing a black sleeveless tee shirt, a knee length khaki skirt and wedge sandals. 

I made it to the front door and opened it as Ginny was about to ring the bell. She was smiling as she walked in and she let my arm circle her waist and I pulled her toward me. We kissed hard. 

I leaned into Ginny and trapped her against the front door. As our lips opened and tongues tasted each other, I let my hands explore her body. I palmed her braless tits through her shirt and pinched her nipples. I let one hand move to her round ass and coaxed her skirt up. When it was high enough, I palmed her naked butt and found that she hadn't worn panties. A finger found her dripping snatch and as I traced her wet folds, I teased, "You little slut!"

Ginny's hands had been busy too. She'd unbuttoned my shorts and they dropped to the floor. She was jerking my shaft as I stepped out of the shorts.  I hooked my right arm around Ginny's left leg and lifted it. With my left hand I guided my cock to her willing cunt. I was able to wedge the first two inches into her. I lifted her other leg, pressed her against the front door, palmed each ass cheek and let her drop into my rock hard dick.

Ginny grunted, "I love your fucking cock!"

It's almost impossible to fuck in a standing position, so I spent the next few minutes grinding into her filled twat and kissing her hungry mouth.

When Ginny begged, "I want to fuck!" 

I told her, "Wrap your legs around my waist." 

Her legs circled me and I carried her to the living room couch. I sat, with all nine inches of cock buried in Ginny's pussy. As soon as I settled, Ginny started bouncing on me. She'd lift until just my mushroom head was in her stretched cunt and then she'd drop.

I lifted her tee shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. I attacked her small A-cup tits with my mouth and teeth. Her arms circled my head and trapped it against her tits.




Text From a Mystery Girl



She moaned, "So fucking good."

She continued to bounce in my lap as I bit, chewed and sucked her little titties. Her grip on my head tightened as she groaned, "Cuuuuuuuuuming!"

Ginny slowed her up and down motion as she recovered from her first orgasm. I wrapped my hands around her and took an ass cheek in each hand. I spread her wide and traced a finger through her well lubricated crack and over her virgin anus. 

When I pressed my middle finger past her sphincter, she said, "Wrong hole, Chris!"

I didn't respond and started to finger her asshole as she fucked herself on my cock. I looked up and Ginny had her eyes closed as she adjusted to the double penetration.

After a short time, she started bouncing with more urgency. She groaned, "Yeah ... yeah ... so fucking goooood!"

Soon I could tell her second orgasm was approaching, as she grunted, "More .... More ... cuuuuuuuming!'

When she exploded, I snuck a second finger up her tight butt hole. She screeched, "Noooooo ... noooooo .... Fuck yessssssssss!"

When she finished, she collapsed against my chest with my still hard cock buried in her pussy and two fingers full embedded up her ass.

She kissed my cheek and suggested, "Let me suck you off."

I told her, "I'm in the mood for more fucking!"

"Jesus Chris. You just wore out my pussy."

I rolled Ginny onto her back and was kneeling between her widely spread legs. I reached into the cushions of the couch and pulled out the tube of lube, I'd left earlier.

Ginny asked, "What's that for?"

I didn't say anything, as I opened the cap, squirted a large dollop of lube into my hand and started to coat my rod. 

When I was thoroughly coated, I pressed another glob of lube into my hand. I looked at Ginny and instructed, "Open your ass cheeks for me, baby!"

She said, "No Chris. You know I don't do anal!"

I ignored her and said, "It will be much more comfortable if you let me lube you."

I almost laughed, because Ginny took hold of each round ass cheek and spread herself completely open, while at the same time saying, "Please Chris. No. I don't want to do this."

I pressed my first and then a second finger into Ginny's virgin hole and stroked her a couple of times. I pulled free and poured more lube onto my fingers and finger fucked her ass some more.

While still holding herself open she begged again, "Please don't do this!"

After pulling my fingers from her, I crawled forward, took hold of my raging cock and ran it along her crack. I wedged myself against her anus and said, "Remember to relax!"

I had to press hard before her anus blossomed and allowed my cock head to pop in. Ginny gritted her teeth and said, "Noooooo!"

Ginny was huffing and puffing as I leaned forward and pushed again. It was slow going and took nearly five minutes to hit the six inch mark.

"Your ass feels so good, Ginny!"

She didn't say anything and instead started to rub her throbbing clit. I took this as a good sign and started to stroke a few inches of fat cock in and out.

I love anal fucking and Ginny's asshole was magnificent. I was able to fuck three inches in and out at a comfortable speed. She continued to circle her clit and rub her pussy lips.

Soon, her expression changed. She huffed," I can't believe it!"

Her fingers worked hard on her snatch and her other hand found my ball sack and she massaged me. "I'm getting close, Ginny!"

"Me too! Me too! Fucking meeeeee tooooooooo!"

As Ginny exploded and had her third cum, my balls contracted and I exploded deep into her no-longer virgin asshole.

Ginny was wasted and sore. She took a quick shower before taking off. We didn't talk much and just exchanged a few words.

On Monday morning, two things happened:

I received a text from the mystery girl that simply said, "I told you Ginny wanted you to take her ass."

I didn't acknowledge the message.

I also received a call from Lori, asking if we could move our weekly Thursday afternoon date to Saturday night. After I agreed, she asked, "Why do you think Ginny thinks I told you to have anal sex with her?"

I admitted, "I don't know."

Lori asked, "Next time you talk to her can you tell her that I didn't put you up to it?"

I agreed and added, "What do I get from you?"

Lori laughed and said, "Christ, what more could I give you?"

The work week was busy as always. On Thursday morning I was sitting in my office doing some paperwork and all of a sudden, I knew ... just knew who the mystery texter was. I didn't know how she got her information, but I was positive I'd solved the mystery.

I flipped open my phone and scrolled through the photo's she had sent over the last couple of days. There were a set of three pictures of her breasts with nipple clamps attached to each nipple. Another series showed the fat pink dildo from the deep throat pictures being fucked into her pussy. My favorite was a series of six pictures of the girl's incredible ass. Her cheeks were open and the end of a string of beads was all that could be seen. In each picture, one bead from a set of anal beads had been pulled from her anus.

Since I worked a full day most Saturdays, it had been my habit to take Thursday afternoon's off. I took a ninety minute drive to a nearby college town. I found a college bar with a decent lunch menu and ordered food and a beer.

Once the waitress left, I took out my phone opened to the mystery woman's phone number and typed, "Val, when you're done with class, come meet me at The Home Plate Bar."

Twenty minutes later, she responded, "Fuck! How did you find out?"

When I didn't answer, she wrote, "Does my Mom know?"

I answered, "No!"

"I'm on my way."

Fifteen minutes later, as I was finishing my sandwich, Val McMichael, Lori's college aged daughter tentatively walked into the restaurant. She was dressed in typical college student clothing with a tight red American Eagle tee shirt highlighting her young firm breasts. She had tight jeans that were molded to her teenage hips, ass and legs. She wore flip-flops on her feet.

The bar was nearly empty so she easily spotted me and walked to my table, pulled out the chair next to me and sat.

"How did you find out?" was her greeting to me.

I shrugged and admitted, "I don't really know. I wasn't even thinking about your texts. All of a sudden, I knew."

After a pause, I asked, "How did you know the details of my ... our sex life?"

Val blushed and confessed, "I was working on Mom's laptop last time I was home. She forgot to log out of her secret Yahoo account. I read through the emails in her history between her and Ginny. Mom uses the same password for everything, so I've been following the action."

I'll admit that I smiled and laughed. "Are you going to tell my Mom?" She asked.

I shrugged and told her, "I doubt it."

"What does that mean?" 

"It means ,I doubt that I will tell your mother that you've hacked into her secret email account, read emails about her sexual affair, and teased me with text messages and pictures."

Val blushed, looked at the table and said, "Oh shit!"

A moment later Val said, "So I guess its blackmail. Mom doesn't find out if we have sex?"

I told Val, "I'm not going to blackmail you for sex."

"What then?"

I took a pen and piece of paper from my breast pocket and handed them to her. When she looked at me questioningly, I said, "Write down the email address and password."

Val's eyes got huge and mad and she nearly shouted, "No way, Chris. It's not going to happen!"

I pointed at the paper and said, "Write."

When she stared back angrily, I said, "You've got ten seconds or I call your Mom. I'll also call Ginny and tell her why I knew I could take her asshole. I'm sure she'd love to know."

Val was pissed, but it only took her another instant before she started writing. She didn't look at me as she slid the paper and pen across the table.

I sipped my beer and was going to get up and leave, when Val told me, "I thought you were going to make me have sex with you."

I explained, "I never force anyone to have sex."

After nearly a minute of silence she quietly asked, "Would you want to have sex with me?"

Smiling across the table, I said, "Of course I would."

While staring at the table, she told me, "My Mom could never know."

Nodding, I replied, "I wouldn't tell her."

Val looked at me, with a nervous smile and asked, "Do you want to go to your car?"

I smiled back and shook my head.

"I guess we could go to my dorm room. I don't need to be at class for an hour."

I told her, "That's not nearly enough time for me to enjoy your body."

Val blushed and asked, "Tonight?"

"Let's have lunch at my home on Saturday afternoon. Drive down and be there at noon."

Val nodded and admitted, "I can't wait to make love to you!"

I stared at Val and told her, "We're not going to make love. I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to fuck you hard!"

She was staring at the table, her cheeks bright red, when she said, "I know and I can't wait."

Val got up, leaned over the small table and kissed my cheek, and left the bar. I watched her tight athletic body walk away and hoped she wouldn't change her mind.

It wasn't until Friday afternoon, when things slowed at work that I had some time to hack into Lori's secret email account. There were nearly one hundred emails between Ginny and Lori, dating back to a few months before our affair began.

The email trail outlined Lori's desire to have sex with me. I read about her attempts to flirt and get my attention. Along the way, Ginny gave her some ideas to move things along faster. After nearly a month into our affair, Lori dared Ginny to try and seduce me. 

From there, the emails traded details of our sex, until about a month ago. At that point, I read with interest as they included fantasies they each thought about, including Ginny's desire for anal sex. I learned a great deal about the two women and planned to use the information to my advantage.

Shortly after noon on Saturday, the doorbell rang and when I answered Val was standing there. She looked beautiful. As she walked past me she put her arm on my shoulder, rose up on her toes and kissed my cheek.

"We're having lunch on the porch. What can I get you to drink?"

She answered, "Just a diet Coke, please."

I pointed toward the sliding glass door as I went to the kitchen for two diet Cokes. When I backtracked and made my way to the porch, I found Val sitting at one of the lunch settings. She had already served herself a healthy portion of Chicken Caesar Salad. 

She sheepishly looked at me and said, "I've been really nervous and haven't eaten since yesterday. I'm really hungry."

I smiled, handed her a Coke and served myself. We ate in silence for a few minutes, before Val asked, "Can we talk about rules for today?"

"Like what?"

She blushed and said, "I don't want to do anal today."

I pretended to consider her request, before taking out my phone. I found the folder with the most recent pictures she sent me, opened the first picture in the folder and handed the phone to her. Val scrolled through all seventeen pictures, including the series of her pulling the anal beads from her butt.

I told her, "I've been looking at your ass for over a week and will be fucking it this afternoon."

"I've never done it before," she admitted.

"You won't be able to say that, after today."

We ate in silence for a few more minutes before Val asked, "Will it hurt?"

I shrugged and said, "Yes. It will hurt at first."

I noticed that Val was just picking at her plate when I decided to get things going. I told her, "Please stand up."

Val looked at me and asked, "Why?"

I smiled and said, "Because I asked nicely."

When she was standing, I pointed toward her flip flops and said, "Lose the sandals."

Val kicked them off and they landed under the table. 

"Now the shirt and bra."

Val was wearing a tight A&E tee. She crossed her arms and in a practiced motion, pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on her chair. Her bra joined the shirt a few seconds later.

Val's body was incredible. She was athletic, with a tight college-aged body. Her C-cup tits stood high with no sag and were topped by small brown nipples.

As I started to point to her shorts, her hands were already unbuckling the button. As she pushed them over her slim hips, she hooked her thumbs around her white panties and pulled them off at the same time.

I wagged a finger in her direction and she approached the chair, was able to plant a knee on either side of my hips, lowered herself onto my lap and we kissed. It only took a second for Val to open her mouth and accept my tongue.

As we kissed, Val's arms circled my shoulders and my hands roamed over her body. I felt-up her ass, tits and nipples as my hands slid over her body.

When Val pulled away, she reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then she leaned back a bit further, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. She felt inside my pants and when her hand found my rock hard cock, she groaned, "Oh shit!"

She struggled to free my cock, but it was soon out of my pants and pointing to the sky, with Val's hand stroking it.

"They weren't lying. You're big!"

I pulled Val closer, opened my mouth and let her right nipple fall in. I sucked, licked, and chewed on her little nub as she continued to rub my cock.

My hand snuck between her spread legs from behind and I found her dripping snatch. I slid my fingers along her wet folds. I increased the length of my strokes and was soon rubbing her from her clit, through the crease of her ass. Val jumped every time my finger tip bumped over the clit.

After a few minutes of teasing, Val urgently pleaded, "I need your cock Chris." She rose up and slid the head of my dick along her wet slit a couple of times, before positioning me at her hole and dropping down.

Val was tight. Her wet cunt opened and a couple of inches of cock disappeared into her folds. Val's arms circled my neck and I found a nipple with my mouth. She circled her hips, dropped again and groaned, "So fucking big!"

My hands were holding her spectacular ass cheeks as she performed her sexy dance. She continued to circle her hips and drop down and more and more cock disappeared into her teenage pussy. 

It took seven or eight times, before her pussy was resting against my groin. Val's left hand wormed down between our bodies and I could feel her fingers circling her wet clit. Her first cum was fast. Her body went rigid; she bit into my shoulder, shuddered and groaned, "Cummmmming!"

When she had rested, I bit the lobe of her ear and whispered, "Fuck yourself girl! Fuck yourself on my cock."

I was in heaven as she started and up and down motion, making her strokes bigger each time. It didn't take long before she would raise her body, until only my cock head was wedged between her pussy lips, and then she'd drop herself.

Her tight hole was milking my rod and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I told Val, "Get off me. I'm going to cum soon!"

She said, "I'm on the pill. Cum in me! Fill me with cum!"

I told her, "I'm going to cum in your ass the first time, baby."

Val begged, "Please Chris! Do my ass later!"

I explained, "It's up to you Val. I'm about ready to cum and will explode up your ass in only two or three minutes. We can wait until later and it will take me much longer to cum next time. I'll be banging your ass for thirty minutes or more!"

She realized that it would be much easier to let me cum in her ass for my first cum. Val climbed off me and as she stood in front of me, I picked up my shorts and found the tube of lubricant in the pocket. I took the tube, squirted a dollop of KY onto the head of my cock, and lubed the head and shaft of my cock.

I turned Val around and helped her sit back. Holding my cock in my right hand, I aimed it at her tight asshole. Val grunted and groaned while I encouraged her to breathe and relax. It took a good deal of coaxing before I broke through her anal ring and took her virginity.

Her tight ring was snug and every movement brought me closer to a cum. When four inches were in her bum, I encouraged her to start a slow fucking motion. I knew Val wasn't enjoying her ass being stuffed, but I also knew I was close to cumming.

"If you want me to cum faster, play with my balls!"

Val's hand shot to my ball sack and almost instantly, I yelled, "Cummmmmming!" And I unloaded five heavy volleys into Val's tight asshole.

Val raised herself off me and my semi flaccid cock slapped against my leg. I think Val was a bit angry when she looked back at me. She grabbed her clothes and said, "I think I need to go."

Even though I was enjoying the afterglow of a great cum, I got out of the chair quickly, took her hand and as I led her into the house, telling her, "Val, we're just getting started."

She hesitated for a second, and I encouraged her along with a slight tug of her hand. Val meekly followed me into the house and to my upstairs master bedroom. I pushed Val toward my bed and she crawled into the center and lay on her back.

I followed her in, crawled between her legs and attacked her bald wet pussy with my mouth. She was wet, slippery and delicious. I ate Val to a huge orgasm before adding a finger to her pussy and licking her clit. A short time later, she came on my face again. I added a second finger and fingered her pussy and ate her clit until she begged, "Please! No more!"

I smiled up at the sexy teenager and asked, "Are you glad you stayed?"

She grinned, "Hell yeah!"

I left the bed and went to my bathroom. I was going to fuck Val's pussy and wanted to wash my cock, as I'd been in her ass.

Val hadn't moved when I returned to the bed. I crawled back between her spread thighs, hooked my arms around her knees and pulled her legs high and wide. Val knew what to do. She grabbed my cock and brought it to her needy hole. I pushed to the bottom in three strokes and pounded the sexy girl in the missionary position. When she came, I circled her body with my arms and rolled. Val ended up on top of me and she started bouncing on my cock until she came again.

She asked me to stop, but I urged her into a doggie position and took her from behind for two more cums and until I dumped my second load into her cunt. 

I was exhausted from the nearly three hours of nonstop sex, so I went to the bathroom again for a refreshing shower.

When I returned, Val asked, "Do I really need to leave?"

"You know you do," was my answer.

"I can't believe you have a date with my Mom, right after you spend a couple of hours fucking me."

I smiled, shrugged and started to get dressed.

Minutes later at the front door, Val suggested, "I hope we can do this again!"

I told her, "Sweetheart, you have my number. I hope you'll keep in touch!"

I watched as Val jumped into her car and started the drive back to school.

Four hours later, at seven o'clock, my front door bell rang. I answered and Lori stepped in. She was dressed in a simple summer pullover dress and with her large nipples already pressing through the thin cotton material, I knew she wasn't wearing anything under the dress.

I had already poured her a glass of red wine and I handed her the glass. We clinked in a toast and Lori said, "To good sex!"

I added, "To the best sex yet!"

Lori took a sip and laughed. She said, "You nearly fucked me to death the last time. I don't think sex could get any better!"

What Lori didn't know is that I had read her secret emails and knew that she wanted to be gang-banged. We walked hand in hand into my living room. Lori stopped in her tracks when she saw four other men, sipping drinks.

She looked at me questioningly as I introduced her to the group. Lori didn't know any of the men. They were guys that I knew and trusted. I had told them the basics of what I wanted to happen and that it would most likely be a one time thing. They had all agreed.




Text From a Mystery Girl



Lori stood facing my other guests and I stood directly behind her, with my hands on her waist. As I pulled her against me and let her feel my hard-on through our clothes, she asked, "Chris, what's going on?"

My right hand glided up her side and my fingers brushed against the side of her braless tits. She jumped and then groaned as I took a fist full of her hair and pulled it to the side, exposing her neck. I kissed and licked her neck and she moaned again and asked, "Chris! Please! What's happening?" 

"Raise your hands over your head."

She told me, "No!"

I easily found her left nipple and pinched it hard and told her, "Hands up ... now!"

She reluctantly raised her hands over her head and in a swift motion; I pulled her dress over her head. The four men's jaws dropped when they saw a completely naked Lori.

After playing with her naked body for a few minutes and giving the guys a show, I put my hands on Lori's shoulders and urged her to the floor.

When she fell to her knees, I dropped my shorts. Lori didn't hesitate; she inhaled all nine inches of cock and deep throated me like a nasty slut. I let the show continue for a few minutes, enjoying her mouth. I knew though that after spending the afternoon fucking her daughter, I'd only be good for one more cum. I pulled out of her mouth, walked behind her, went to my knees and pushed my cock into her soaking wet cunt from behind. Lori came as I bottomed out. As I fucked her from behind, Lou Grey stepped in front of Lori. She opened her mouth and took Lou to the root. 

I kept fucking Lori as Lou came in her mouth, pulled away and was immediately replaced by Simon Leeks. Simon wasn't satisfied with Lori's deep throat blowjob. Instead, he fucked her mouth and she eagerly gagged every time he bottomed out.

Lori was getting pounded at both ends and her cunt was a vise on my cock. I dug my fingers into her hips and fucked her as hard as I could, until I exploded deep in her womb.

I was exhausted from the entire day's worth of sex. I got to my feet and headed to the kitchen for a glass of ice water. While I was there, I decided that I'd never be able to get another erection and was going to head to bed.

After finishing one glass of water and pouring a second, I went back to the living room. Simon had changed positions. He was lying on his back and Lori was impaled on his cock. Joe Ritter was kneeling behind Lori and was sawing his hard cock in and out of her ass, while Peter White took her mouth.

When I told the group I was heading to bed, Lori spit Peter's cock from her mouth, looked at me and asked, "Did Ginny put you up to this?"

I told her, "No!"

Lori gave me an award winning smile and said, "Thank you," before taking Pete back into her mouth and down her throat.



Text Messages



Ok... so I'm not really sure why I finally decided to start writing these things down, but I guess now is as good a time as any. My name is Alyssa and I am a 21 year old college student here in the good old US of A. I would be more specific but you and I both know what kind of people read these things... 

My grandmother runs a video store that is about ten minutes off campus, and this is where I work. It is a tiny little mom and pop place where we have regular customers who come in all the time, but since we are right near campus we also have a lot of students who come in. 

Now we rent regular movies, ones that go to the theatres and such, but we also have a "BACK ROOM" where all of the good movies are. I've worked at the store for all four years of my college career so I have seen it all. I've seen the dirty old men come in and check out four movies and come back the same day right before we close to get four or five more, but these are not the guys that interest me...

This particular story starts two weeks ago, I thought it was a regular Friday night, we had been kinda busy during the early evening but things had started to taper off after dark. I was about to close up when I saw these three frat-rats coming up to the store. Now I am a college girl and I recognize that most frat boys are cute, but they don't make me all gooey or anything. Of these three guys I recognized one from campus, but he was not the cute one. Luckily for me, the cute one was the one that wanted to get a membership.

So I started working on Seth's membership; that was his name, the other two were Brian and something else... The third one was not worth mentioning, he wasn't cute or interesting. So I find out that Seth is only a week away from being 21, so it is safe to assume that the other two guys were the same age. After the membership was finished they asked if they could see the BACK ROOM. I had to put up a few movies so I walked them back there. 

I must admit that to a couple of frat guys, I'm prolly not the best looking thing they have ever seen. I am 5'4 and around 140 pounds which means that I look like most girls who are not anorexic or whatever. But I noticed that the boring looking guy kept checking me out. I laughed and left the room. When the guys came up to check out Seth got another text message. It was the third one that I had heard in the less than 10 minutes they had been in the store. 

I didn't really think anything about it, but I heard Brian say something to the effect of "You never should have let that girl give you head..." I choked and started laughing, that is just like some sorostitute to think that just because she went down on a guy they should get married. Apparently the guys noticed that I couldn't breathe because they asked me what I thought was so funny. I told then that I had never had that experience. The no name guy apparently thought it was his turn to speak because he said "It's okay, a lot of girls don't like giving blow jobs." He obviously thought he was being smart because he wasn't laughing or anything.

I looked at him and said "that's not what I meant." Brian and Seth were still staring confusedly so I decided to enlighten them. " Normally when I give a guy head it is him that is calling begging for more." All three guys turned red and Seth mumbled something. I didn't understand so I just left it alone. They paid and left. So was the end of an interesting night... so I thought.

As I was getting in my car to go home I got a text message from this guy John. He is a cutie that I met freshman year. In fact he was the first guy that I ever gave head to and he has not left me alone since. He made up some crap about being stressed and wanting to grab a beer, which was his code for "My roommate is here so can I meet you at your store?" Of course I couldn't turn him down, I hadn't blown him in almost a month, I kinda thought that he might have had a girlfriend. So I went back in the store and waited on him to show up. 

A few minutes John walked in. John is a good ole' Southern Boy. He drives a big truck likes football and talks with this super hot country accent. So I make chit chat as I grab his hand and lead him back to the office where there is a very comfy, very well used couch. I have to admit that I was really looking forward to going down on him, that Seth guy had really pushed a couple of buttons and I was ready to go. I sat John down and told him about the guys that were just in there. I unbuttoned his pants and saw that he was all ready to go. I picked at him and said something about his girlfriend not treating him right. 

Then I slid my tongue from his base all the way to the tip of his cockhead. John and I have known each other for so long that I know exactly how he likes it and he knows that I prefer to swallow, it makes for less clean up. So I start to suck of the tip of his member and he starts talking to me about his classes and anything else he can think of. We learned early on that this is the only way to keep him going. I apparently have a knack for getting rocks off rather quickly. 

While I tuned him out I focused on the task at hand. I really like John's member, he is just the right size, I can slid him down my throat without gagging myself, but he is still enough to make me have to work for it. I was really getting into it using my hands to cup his balls and gently dragging my teeth with just the right pressure to maintain his attention. I was thoroughly enjoying myself when suddenly I heard a voice that was not John's. I jumped and almost bit him. 

When I glanced at the door I realized 3 things all at the same time. 1. I hadn't locked the door back when John came in. 2. My shirt was almost completely unbuttoned. and 3. Seth's dick looked like it was out of a magazine. I had a strand of precum dripping from my lip as I stared at him. 

John was the first to break the silence. He stuck his hand out to Seth and said "Hi, I'm John, Alyssa's friend. And you are?" Leave it to a country boy to not be surprised by anything. I noticed that his hardon hadn't dwindled in the least. Seth introduced himself and explained who he was. I stood up, buttoned my shirt and went to lock the door, I didn't need any more unannounced visitors, but it wasn't only that. I wasn't about to let Seth out of there without tasting that glorious piece of meat he had.

So I went back into the office and both boys had buttoned up. I was disappointed but I had a feeling the night was not nearly over. I asked Seth for an explanation. He said that he was beyond turned on by my remarks and that after dropping off Brian and the other guy that he had to come back and try to catch me. I quickly explained about John's message. Seth looked at John and asked, "So she was serious, you call asking for more." John laughed and said " Well I believe that I asked her to meet me for a beer, but 'Lyss does better work when she is sober yes." We all stood there for a second before I said " Okay boys well I will have you know that my time is precious and I still have to write a paper tonight." John needed no further instruction, he was very well trained.

This time he completely lost the pants. John and I joke a lot about each other's habits but we were both virgins when we met and we are still the only ones that each other has slept with. It isn't exactly a relationship, but it works for us. Seth looked at me and asked if he could join. I laughed as I grabbed his pants and yanked them to his ankles. His glorious cock would have hit me in the face if I hadn't been prepared for it. I immediately took it into my mouth and started to enjoy myself. Meanwhile, I felt John lining up his 6 inches with my sopping pussy. He pushed in slowly, but I still had an orgasm from the sheer sensation. I was paying more attention to Seth than I was to what John was doing. Not because John is boring, hardly, but because I had been fantasizing about Seth since I saw his cute ass walking out of my store.

Obviously Seth wasn't used to having such an insatiable mouth pulling at him because he very quickly lost his first stream of cum down my throat. He started to pull out but I sucked him in harder. John must have realized what was going on because he said something and Seth calmed down. Only when he was finished did he fall back onto the couch. I had cum running down my legs and I was almost ready to cum again myself. I begged Seth to play with my tits. He was very happy to oblige. Very quickly my nipple was in his mouth and I was being worked over like a 2 dollar hooker by John. 

It took about five minutes for me to be able to walk without falling over but I managed. I suggest that we have a drink and that we finish up later. I went to the bathroom, cleaned up and got dressed. When I came out of the bathroom, the guys were shaking hands and I asked them what was up. John said that it turned out they had a class together a couple of semesters ago. I told them that I didn't care but that I needed a salty dog. Seth, again, was out of the loop, but John knew the name for a drink with grapefruit juice and vodka in a salted glass. 

We went to some local dive and grabbed a couple of barstools. Joey, my favorite bartender, recognized my disheveled look and made me a double. He leaned over the bar and whispered: "One of these days, you should let me do just a few of the things that these two got to do tonight..."

But that is another story for another night. 



Text Messages



LaShawn laid there naked covered in a mix of sweat, saliva and cum thinking about the events that had just transpired. These events were started with a simple not-so-innocent text message conversation.

Ace: Hi

Me: Hey

Ace: Wuz up what u doin

Me: Nothin' addin' pics 2 my MySpace page what u doin

Ace: Nothin

Ace: I wanna see u

Me: I wanna see u too

Ace: Come here and lay down wit me

Me: Aight I'll be there

Ace: Aight call me before u come

She had read back the conversation just as the bus pulled up, and continued reading it when she got on the bus. She doesn't know where she came up with the name Ace when his name is Trevon aka Tre. Her only 2 answers were she needed a name to tell her mother when asked what his name is, or maybe it was because she was too scared to ask him his first name, eh she didn't know and didn't really care. 

She met him on MySpace one day after having a one night stand with some random dude off her friend's list. They traded MySpace messages that day and he wanted to meet then but she was hesitant about meeting him in person, so she made up some random lie to cover her ass and explain why they couldn't meet that day. She told herself to quit being a little whuss and meet him so she did. 

They met at Lakeforest Mall by the food court and became instant friends, or so she thought. After knowing him for only a mere 3 weeks she slept with him. The rest is pretty much history to her.

LaShawn is a beautiful big black woman. This is something she's struggled with all her life. She loves being a big girl and wouldn't change it for the world! She loves being 5'10 and having 48 D'S too. 

Sadly she's all breasts and no butt apparently her body missed the big butt memo. She also loves her long yet solid legs, luscious lips, caramel skin and deep set brown eyes. Oh yeah she loves herself and rightfully so. 

Trevon on the other hand is your typical brother in DC, he's hard-working and GO-GO rocking. He has a degree from the University of Maryland-College Park in civil engineering although he highly doubts he'll apply it to anything. He's also the lead of the Full Throttle Band or FTB for short. He's 6'6 and somewhere in between scrawny and muscular and has that heavy DC accent.

As the bus neared her stop she got a little hot and excited, it was the day after her 20th birthday so she considered this his birthday present to her. 

She texted him to see if he was still home, while she walked the short path to his house; when she got there she rang the doorbell and waited. She looked around for few seconds scanning the other pretty houses in the neighborhood until she heard the door open. 

"What's up wit you?" he asks as he greets her at the door.

"I'm chillin' man what's up wit you?" she replies.

"Chillin' chillin, it's a little cold out there ain't it?'" he answers her back.

"Yeah but it could always be worse" she suggests.

She followed him up the steps to his bedroom, a room she had gotten very accustomed to very fast. She kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed while he excused himself so he could finish handling whatever business he had over the phone. Once he hung up his phone they began chatting with each other. 

He explained all the juicy drama going on within the band and people are always fighting and blaming him for all of it. She offered her solutions to his problem, or at least she tried to offer them to the best of her abilities. He thanked her by planting a light kiss on her cheek. She was flabbergasted for a split moment; a kiss on the cheek wasn't exactly something she expected from him. 

He kissed on her neck while simultaneously unhooking her bra from the back. She felt the heat between her thighs rise higher while suckled on her big ass breasts. "This dude works pretty damn fast" she thought to herself. Within less than a minute or so she thought she was completely naked showing all her goodies to the world and so was he. 

He laid her down making sure she was comfortable by putting a few pillows under her head. He laid down next to her and her right tit into his mouth and slid 3 fingers into her sopping wet heat. She was in pure ecstasy his thumb was rubbing her sensitive bud while 2 fingers slid in and out of her tight pussy. 

"Yes" she moaned urging him to continue. He pulled his mouth away from her breast and slid further down the bed until he was face to face with her hungry snatch. Throwing her legs over his shoulders enabled Trevon to dive right into her dripping pussy. She grabbed the sheets when she felt him plunge his tongue deep inside her. 

"Oh my God! This nigga is hitting my spot!" she said to herself. She moaned louder as he licked and slurped faster. He wrapped his arms around the top of her thighs and buried his tongue way down deep. 

It caused LaShawn to let a high-pitched blood curdling scream. He climbed back onto the bed stroking his now rock hard dick. She replaced his hand with her hot willing mouth. 

Now he didn't have a Mandingo dick not that she wanted him to, well his dick was about 7 to 7.5 inches, which was just fine with her especially since he worked it so fucking well. She closed her eyes and sucked the head into her mouth soon every inch of it followed until she had him balls deep in her mouth. 

"Ooh yeah baby just like that" he moaned giving her the approval she wanted. She began to slowly bob her head, up and down around the top of his pole to get her go a little deeper he put his on her neck and gently pushed her head lower. He rubbed her back while she sucked his dick and played with his balls. 

He was in heaven, she was sucking him off something serious but he knew was time for him to do her absolutely proper. He pulled his dick out her mouth and mounted her from the back. 

He didn't bother to put on a condom because he loved how she felt around his bare dick. He spit into his hand and rubbed his dick with his saliva, and then he lined up the head with her hidden entrance. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she him enter her. 

He started out real slow wanting to make sure she was relaxed. He started moving in and out of her pussy slowly but soon found his rhythm. Soon the room was filled with the sounds their moans and groans as he banged her out.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she shrieked, he was hitting her G-spot oh so well that it made her want to die at that very moment, it was excellent ecstasy to her. It was just as enjoyable to him as it was to her, her pussy was like a vice grip in the way it held his dick. He felt like a king because every time he pulled out he went in harder than before.

"Damn she is puttin' it on me man" he thought to himself. He had never actually been this aggressive with a woman but her pussy was like no other. He dug his nails into hips and banged the hardest that he could. That's when he couldn't go anymore well not doggy style at least.

He turned her over onto her back pushed her legs as far back as he could get them and fucked her missionary. God she squeezed his dick with her pussy so good in fact, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He was fucking her hard fast and not to mention senseless. 

"Tre oh god! Give it to me Tre! Keep going! Don't stop!" she screamed begging him for more. 

By now the whole world heard them but they could've cared less. He felt his cum rising and would soon need to release it and what better place than her eager pussy. 

Before he unloaded inside her there was 1 thing he wanted, he wanted her to ride him before he spilled his seed. 

Now riding a nigga was not something she ever wanted to do, main reason is: although she loved being a big girl she remembered she was fat first and foremost, which meant she was not going to let all her fat and body rolls go up in the air and wave around like a flag. 

But she gritted her teeth and made the exception for just that 1 time. He rolled her over and watched as she bounced on his meat. She thought she was going to hate the feeling of being on top but she didn't she absolutely loved it! She began riding his dick harder, that's when he grabbed her hips while she rode him and matched her bounces, and that was it he couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh shit! Baby! I'm bout to cum! Yeah! That's it boo! I'm cumming and it's all for you!" he shouted to heavens. That and the fact she had his cum gushing nonstop inside her, happily sent her over the edge as she crashed down on his dick.

"Ooh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum inside me ooh I feel it! It feels so good! Oh god! I'm about to cum! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming baby! I'm cumming!" she screamed soon after than she collapsed next to him, holding him close. 

While laying there covered in a mix of sweat, saliva and cum she just thought. She thought to herself "if he thought this was good he ain't seen nothin' yet" she thought while slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms.



Text-ninja



Lee and I had met online, bumbling through several weeks of awkward IM and text messaging. Even with the awkwardness, I really had fun chatting with him. He was glib, down to earth, funny, and our chats felt like a good chess match. I was not used to the online thing and neither was he... there was no rulebook for how to do this. So we tried getting to know each other in this awkward fashion for a while. But really, for the most part we sucked at it. I had no idea what he was really like, and he kept getting me all wrong too. 

But we had spent those same weeks checking each other out online. A lot. Every time I texted with him, I had to pull up his profile. And boy did he look cute. He was a Marine, over six feet tall and covered in lean, golden muscles in that particular way that adds up to veryy sexy proportions. His arms were each almost half the thickness of his V-shaped torso, he had a long waist decorated with 6 individually articulated ab muscles, and nicely defined, muscular legs with just enough hair on them. He was well-traveled and extremely well read too, which made for interesting conversations. From what I could tell, even though he was not what I would call a "big fish" (a really complex guy who's got it all), he was still plenty Interesting with a capital "I."

I'm pretty sure he pinged me the first time mostly because of my superhot profile photos. I'd just happened to have some from a chance photoshoot, I wasn't really a model, but I'd gotten lucky with the photos... I looked like a pro pin-up girl. Not the queen-sized kind either ... so my inbox was flooded with "Yumm" and "Hi beautiful" and simply "What a bod!" I got messages from impossible places (like Italy) and from impossible matches (you know, guys who would look really odd next to me in public). My inbox was a hodge-podge and I almost never found anybody interesting there. I had to hunt and peck myself, enter their profiles to see more photos, and then surf away from their pages. That was enough to get a message from the guy. What an oddly delicate dance.

Lee's first message to me was short and made it clear he'd actually read my profile after checking out my photos. "So you like dolphins. How come you intimidate people?" Thus our banter began. He was sensitive and blunt, but never pervy like some of the others. We had the Big Important Grownup Conversation about Relationships. I wanted NSA and he wanted Mrs. Right, sort of. I started to feel like the shallow one. But he put up with it and gave me a chance, let me lead a little. He was about 10 years younger than me, had a few stars in his eyes, and said he liked that I knew what I wanted and had that "confidence." Being the "older woman" was totally bizarre to me, I'd always picked older men, followed their lead.

So after a couple of late nights texting, we both realized we were going to have to meet up and get brave. I was more nervous than I expected... it felt like I was about to audition for a role I didn't know if I wanted. The transition from the comfortable texting to actually meeting was... visceral. We agreed to meet somewhere casual so neither of us would get all "done up." He seemed to have this weird thing about keeping it real, which I thought was funny given my profile photos. I could rock casual just as easily. It never mattered what I was wearing, I turned heads in a baggy sweatshirt. So I put on a pair of flared jeans and a clingy T-shirt with something hipstery on it, and walked over to the coffee shop near my house... casually hiding my racing heart. And ordered a cup of coffee. The barista was cheery and her flirting helped calm my nerves. He came right up behind me in line, smiled and winked, and ordered a tea. That was cool. And weird. And he was really really cute. And my knees went a littl soft. I forced myself to make eye contact with him, and put on my "one of the guys" act. We settled into low easy chairs in the corner. And then it got really hot. His eyes were all over me, I felt like a piece of meat. I suddenly wished we'd sat at a table, so I could have something between me an him. We were both grinning from ear to ear. I almost couldn't sip my coffee. I nudged his foot with mine and said,

"OK you're the guy so you start. Out with it, first thing that comes to mind. Whatever it is, no editing."

Aimiably, he fixed his eyes on the floor, smiling. 

"Ok, you're really fucking hot and its weirding me out."

I almost spit out my coffee, took a deep breath, tucked a foot underneath me and said,

"I know what you mean. And I feel like everybody is watching us. Are they?"

Both of us scanned the room. The coffee shop was pretty busy, I was (thankfully) wrong. 

"No," he said, still smiling. "Just me. But I'm going to just stare at this spot on the floor for a while. Its easier."

God, he could read my mind already. That was _my_ trick. I giggled.

"Ok I'm going to pick two spots on you for a while that are Ok to look at. Your left ear, and your right foot. That way I don't have to make eye contact. Its freaking me out."

He nodded, saying.

"You do that. Um. So now your turn. What do you think? I mean, about me now that you've actually seen me in person?"

The question hung in the air like a wrecking ball. My mind raced, too many answers. I blurted out, oversimplifying,

"I think you're even more interesting than you were before. And you are cuter than your photos."

He was. He had a really nice ass under his camo shorts. I sensed him breathing a sigh of relief, then I imagined what he'd sound like moaning. I could have kicked myself. So I stared at his left ear and continued, masking the tension,

"Want to take a walk?"

He lurched foward like the seat was on fire. 

"Great idea."

He opened the door for me, I felt like everyone watched. Chivalry is nice, but sometimes seems so pomp and circumstance, like in a hipster coffee shop where everyone is supposed to do away with frills. Outside things cooled down and as we strolled along, we were able to talk almost like regular people. I showed him around the neighborhood, he talked about the drive over, I carefully avoided my street so I wouldn't have to NOT tell him where I lived. That would have been weird. He didn't ask. He seemed to like the neighborhood, and the ease with which we were finally talking. Once in a while I'd catch him staring at some part of me and grinning. I avoided looking anywhere but his left ear, eye contact was weird. I felt like a fish out of water, I was used to meeting guys in night clubs, dressed to the nines, surrounded by my cushion of amazing friends, and buzzed. This was his comfort zone, not mine. He seemed afraid of nothing here. 

We eventually reached a little park where kids were playing kickball and dogs were fetching. It was a beautiful day and I could tell he liked the park. 

"Want to try sitting again?" he asked, making eye contact, and thankfully, this time it wasn't weird. I still had some coffee left, was glad to have something to do with my hands. He started in on questions about me, about my many fascinating hobbies, about my windsurfing and flight attendant school. It was sweet that he wanted to know. I wasn't used to that. Nightclub boys just want to know if you're taken yet. I felt like I was talking too much about myself. I picked a new place to stare. He had nice, big, callused hands that looked like they picked up lots of heavy things. 

I stopped chattering, and just waited. He turned my way, saw me watching his hands fidget, smiled. We must have looked like wary opponents. A little dog ran up and panted on his leg, then mine, ran off. I leaned in, he bristled, and I said softly 

"You're making me nervous. Nobody does that." His thighs twitched and he laughed,

"Me too. Its weird. OK where can we get a beer right now?"

"I thought you'd never ask" I giggled, and led him to a kitschy dive bar 3 blocks away. Beer plans became a Rum & Coke, which I tried to delicately gulp. He smirked, reassuring me. 

"Don't worry, nobody watches people in dive bars."

I shifted in my seat, trying not to look tense, and replied,

"OK so now that nobody is watching, we can stop behaving normally. Your move."

His eyes sparkled. Fearlessly. Then he turned his stool to face me, leaning an elbow on the bar and angling forward, looking me dead-on from head to toe and flashing his insanely bright brown eyes. I almost flinched. It felt like a flirt at recess in grade school. He wasn't being pervy but very clearly giving me all of his attention with every inch of his lean, elegantly muscled body. Every dirty thought in my head evaporated and I was giggling like a schoolgirl. I covered the schoolgirl face up with my drink. Fueled with liquid courage, I responded,

"You're funny. And you're making me even more nervous, so I'm going to start small talk now. Tell me about where you went to school."

So it went, quite nicely. we talked about bikes and photography, which he was into, and our favorite drinks, and where we were from, and what we didn't like about the downtown nightlife. We could have talked like that forever. He was smart and opinionated and very down to earth, and laughed at my jokes. Sometimes he would stop midsentence and stare at the floor for a few seconds, and then pick up again. I caught his eyes crawling hungrily down the neckline of my top, and it almost tingled. I liked his light Texan accent, wondered what it would sound like talking dirty against my neck. We finished our drinks and he paid the tab, and I hinted I was ready to be off.

Then the awkwardness came back. I didn't know how what was next and like the mindreader he was, he asked me. I blurted, "I guess we each go off and ponder some more."

He liked that and after an awkward handshake that made me want to hug him for some reason, I slowly walked back to my house, the back way so he wouldn't see me as he drove off. And pondered. I liked him and kept weighing his normie-ness. I could tell I was the most complicated woman he'd ever flirted with. His fearlessness became hotter to me the more I thought about it. I imagined myself in his shoes, facing the many layers of me, the intrigue, the mystery, the enormous, wild life I led... and I decided to let him come to know those layers in large terraced amounts, not hold back much, and see if he would run screaming. There was no other way to deal with it.

The next night he texted me late, and pretty soon we were doing the getting-to-know-you thing he was comfortable doing. But an hour into it, he simply dropped pretense, saying,

..OK now I'm going to try something here. I'm going to say a word.Just putting it out there as a word... we are aware it exists...

... Sex ...

... Just saying, no big deal.

Having already terraced the Big Important Conversation about Relationships (where I explained to him I thought of myself as a modern-day Geisha, sans kimono), I was ready to answer his wary question. I told him to ask me anything, but be prepared to run screaming. Fearlessly, he did... carefully at first, with simple questions. Things like when I last had sex, what were the circumstances. Then I got a weird impulse to just dump all the information in his lap at once, to give him the "TMI Sex Speech", with the caveat that he could stop me at any point if it really became too much. He let me. He was so curious, and fearless, he practically begged me to. It went something like this.

...I write erotic literature. Most of it is true and from my own experiences. I have tried a fair amount of wild sex. Orgies, elaborate toys, threesomes (with couples or two single people, MW and FF), soft swinging, voyeurism including striptease and performed or public sex, light BDSM and rough play, some (clean) fetishes, lesbian trysts, and even mild asphyxia. Although I consider myself mostly straight, I like playing with girls; they tend to give the best head and ridiculously attentive, delicate foreplay. They also help me tune into the dirtier part of my mind and just enjoy that part of myself... although honestly, the orgasms are rarely as intense as with men. I have had a lot of incredible, ecstatic sex, some of it unprotected, but I am extremely selective and careful, and only play with people I know fairly well. I do not actually have a lot of sex compared to many people, and I do not tend towards one-night stands; its safer and sexier to fuck people who take responsibility for the whole process, who want to do a good job and know what they're doing and get better at it with practice. Its usually not what I would call "lovemaking" ... that's a very specific type of sex and I'm not into it these days. I started exploring all this wilder sex just about when the relationship I was in stopped really rocking my world. 

... R U OK? 

(he said yes, of course, please don't stop, this is neat!)

...Sometimes, I "play" with people I consider true friends, people who know what they are doing and keep any sort of emotional drama out of it. Usually, I don't go all the way with them, and when I do, its sort of like falling in lust or love very temporarily. Afterwards, we go right back to being friends and its totally fine and not weird. After all the experimenting (and I did enjoy most of it), I discovered that basically, I like normal, straight sex most. I do not enjoy BDSM or anal, and I only like giving oral so far under unusual or drug-induced circumstances. Some drugs can occasionally make me very oral. I do, however, consistently like rough sex, talking dirty, tight clothing and latex, and have a sort of fetish for penetration if you can call it that, but its not a size-queen thing. I just like straight-up fucking and watching it; myself, others, mirrors, performance sex, you name it. I have always wanted to try playing a "gentle" dom, and (separately) sex with more than one man at once (one cock at a time though), but I suppose every girl does, so maybe that's not really that unusual. Bisexual men don't generally attract me but I am willing to give it a try since they are probably exceptionally skilled.

... U run screaming yet? 

(he said no, of course)

...Good. Diatribe almost done here. Anyways, basically, I am simply not all that kinky after all that experimentation, but I'm pretty curious and open-minded to new stuff. The upshot of all this is, I am told I have mad fucking skills, and am a weak-in-the-knees-good kisser. I am a yoga "gumby," I am mostly double-jointed and a former gymnast, and can do some really crazy positions. I am exceptionally in touch with my body, and I think it helps me tune into others'. Furthermore, I come very easily, usually just from my clit, in a minute or less. I do not fake orgasms, and I never act reluctant unless I really am. I don't mind the lights on most of the time (especially if I am wearing something amazing), but I am not very visual myself (I climax faster by turning inward, closing my eyes), and sometimes it makes me self-conscious depending on my mood. I usually dish out wilder, more gratifying sex in the dark, and/or with drugs, champagne, rum, and/or tequila involved. I like being touched and kissed a lot, all over, adored, owned, thrown around, fucked from every angle, used like a toy, told exactly what to do, almost relentlessly. 

... Keep going? 

(he said yes, please! laughing)

...One of the sexiest things in the world is a man who knows himself, owns his shit (no games, no bullshit), and just plain knows what he wants. My sex partners do not need to be soulmates or even "activity partners," but they do need to spend time around me enough to know who I am, and very overtly want me. Light romance helps too, but you don't have to tell me that your love is forever. Physically, I tend to like tall, muscular, extremely athletic men with big shoulders, hands, and legs: hulking Slavic types, badass/outdoorsy gentle giants, and funny, smart, capable men who are passionate about their lives. They turn me on when they make me feel pretty, safe, fascinating, and delicate, and then overwhelm me rather intensely. I have rape fantasies, which probably means that deep down I am still a little uptight and need to be excused for my own horniness. 

... What I don't like: Men who do not know what they want or move too slowly or timidly. Non-athletic people, poor hygiene, Cokeheads, short or skinny men, poor situational awareness, talking too much during sex, too much focus on sex without enough hanging around time, too much focus on a fetish, and awkward sexual scripting. I generally don't go for lots of piercings, or for dark-skinned or very hairy men (although I do like tight facial hair and a well-groomed, visible amount of body hair on a guy is fucking sexy as hell).

OK I think that's everything. U survive?

As he furiously crafted his answer, I remembered what he was like in person... almost. I had trouble remembering, it had only been a two hour meetup. I remembered his bright, deep brown eyes, the freckle in the right one, and his hands. 

...This is totally awesome, and weird. You are such a grownup woman, not some girl, you know so much about this stuff. You have this power over me. I have so much less experience than you, I have to respect it, not judge it. I want more of this.

I thought that was funny since really I'd never thought of myself as a sex goddess, and really believed there was a lot out there for me to learn, see, and experience still. He was sweet and honest, and the oddness evaporated quickly from the conversation, and soon he was joking and almost sexting, sweetly, still fearlessly... admitting he couldn't stop staring at my boobs, joking about how horny he was. I continued to terrace him, as gently as I could, telling him about the orgy that happened at my last party (which I was not part of) and explaining swingers, "play," and various types of open relationships. He seemed to like that I knew these things, and was very curious. Deciding that he was not enough for me, I mercifully finished the night by "sending him off" with a very hot photo from a recent hotrod calendar shoot I was in, scantily but not untastefully clad. Let's just say he did not run screaming. 

Twenty minutes later, a message shot across my phone:

"It Worked! Thank YOU!"



"Text" Sex



Sean made his way home after another monotonous day at the office. He was practically humming with sexual frustration as his girlfriend Lena had been away for the last two weeks abroad, and Sean was someone who was used to sex at least twice a day. Driving home, he thought of all the things he wanted to do to her, and gradually became more and more hard as he fantasised about Lena's tight body and wet pussy that loved to clench tightly around his aching cock. As he pulled into the driveway, he could hear faint music drifting from the house, which was odd because Lena normally liked the peace and quiet of their house after a long day at work. Locking his car and making his way to the front door, the music got louder, until Sean could recognise it as the sensual, seductive tune that Lena often belly danced to, which made the bulge in his trousers even more prominent, pressing almost painfully against his zipper as he thought of her naked body arching as she moved. When he opened the door, there was no sight of Lena. But there was a piece of paper taped to the banister of the stairs. Moving forwards, Sean read the words on the piece of paper and nearly came in his boxers.

I'm teasing my clit and slowly sliding my finger inside of myself thinking of you, right on the spot where you'll be standing. Come upstairs...

Almost panting, Sean bounded up the stairs three at a time, and looked around wildly, wanting to find Lena quickly and bury his cock in her. Instead he found a second note, on the floor of the landing.

I'm getting closer... my fingers slide easily inside of me as I imagine your thick cock hitting my gspot. I'm moaning enough for the neighbours to hear... come satisfy me Sean...

With his cock practically begging to be released from the confines of his trousers, Sean made it to the bedroom door where he found a third piece of paper, with Lena's familiar writing on it. Although he could hear noises from inside their bedroom, he still stopped to read the final note, and his knees almost buckled. 

I need to come Sean. My fingers are sliding fast over my clit, making me moan with pleasure thinking of you thrusting hard and fast into me, but I need you to make me come Sean... Step into paradise...

Biting back a groan, Sean turned the handle and stepped into the room. The sight before his eyes almost gave him a coronary. Although the main light was off, the room was glowing gently from the flames of little candles that were dotted around the room on whatever surfaces were available. The floor was covered in deep red rose petals, creating a seductive atmosphere that only increased Sean's blood level more. The candles and petals were a nice touch, but Sean couldn't take his eyes off Lena, who had captivated his attention as soon as he'd spied her lying on the bed, with her legs wide open giving him a full view of her wet glistening pussy as she tilted her head back and moaned, one of her hands busy toying with her hard nipple and the other frantically circling her throbbing clit. When Lena next opened her eyes, which were glazed over with lust and filled with a dark, deep desire, she spotted Sean and gave him the dirtiest smile he had ever seen. 

"Can you see how wet I am Sean? I need to come so badly. I need you to make me come. Please Sean..."

He didn't need to be asked twice. Ripping his shirt off when he couldn't unbutton it fast enough, he winced as he undid his zipper over his now painful erection, and shed the rest of his clothes in a heartbeat. Crossing over to the bed, he surveyed what was before him. The bedsheets were rumpled where she had twisted and turned on them in a state of lust, the pillows were nearly off the bed, and Lena was completely naked, breathing hard with both her nipples rock hard and sticking up in the air, her smooth legs spread wide and her pussy was absolutely soaked, Sean could see the moisture from his standing position. 

Disregarding his aching cock, he climbed onto the bed and straddled Lena's slim waist, careful to keep his weight off her. Leaning down on his elbows, he looked into her flushed face and then lowered his mouth to hers, teasing her endlessly with short perfunctory kisses, and quick swipes of his tongue against her eager lips. Eventually Lena could take it no more, wrapped both of her arms around his neck and slid her tongue straight into his mouth. With a loud groan Sean gave up, and kissed her back passionately, whilst letting his hand drift slowly downwards until he could lightly abrade her already hard nipple with his palm. Lena moaned as she felt his fingers moving in circles round her nipple, driving her crazy as she rocked her hips to try and alleviate the ever growing throbbing between her legs. 

Sean tore his mouth away from hers and kissed a path down her neck, licking her delicate collarbone before slowly moving his lips downwards to suck a nipple into his mouth, pressing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Lena arched her back and tangled her hands into his hair, keeping his head anchored in place as she whimpered with pleasure. Sean moved to take the other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment until Lena was moaning beneath him, begging him to touch her properly. With a wicked grin, Sean moved lower, licking a circle round her navel before quickly dipping into it with his tongue. Then he moved his mouth downwards, and settled between her open legs, propped up on his elbows and surveyed what was before him. Lena was evidently very turned on, she was so wet that even her inner thighs were damp, and Sean swiped his tongue from her thigh to her hip, licking her clean but also teasing her mercilessly until her hips came off the bed in a silent plea for more. 

Eager as she was to move things along, Sean moved slightly closer and lightly drew the tip of his tongue across her clit, which was highly sensitive and tender to his touch. Then he ignored it completely, using his fingers to open her wider and drawing his tongue across her outer lips, tasting her and getting more and more turned on as her moans grew louder and the smell and taste of her seemed to cloud his judgement, until he could think of nothing but making her come, letting her feel the pleasure she'd been waiting for ever since she left him the first message. Lena once again slid her fingers into his thick hair and shifted her hips, letting him know she needed his attention focused on one place only. He lowered his head once more and started to lick and flick her swollen clit, zeroing in on that spot alone, and her hands tightened in his hair as she got closer and closer to reaching orgasm. She was going crazy now, her hips were lifting uncontrollably and she was moaning loud enough to wake the whole street, but Sean didn't care as he continued to tease and torture her aching clit. As soon as she started panting, he could tell she was getting close, and slid one long finger straight into her, causing her to groan as her tight inner muscles closed on his finger as he slowly stroked her gspot. The pressure was building in his hard erection, but he ignored it as he upped the attention to her now dripping pussy and licked her clit even faster, and slid a second finger into her, thrusting faster and faster until she screamed his name at the top of her lungs and began to come, spasming almost uncontrollably and tightening on his fingers, her inner muscles clamping down hard as waves of immeasurable pleasure washed through her, racking her body until there was nothing left.

Lena was panting hard as she tried to catch her breath. She felt completely boneless as she lay limp on the soft mattress, still struggling to take in air as aftershocks zapped through her body, until she felt like she was floating on a cloud of pure heaven. Sean pressed a soft kiss to her tingling pussy and moved back up her body, a look of pure satisfaction on his face as he watched her breathe in great lungfuls of air, her cheeks flushed as her entire body relaxed, all her muscles loosening as an effect from her tremendous orgasm. He bent his head and kissed her languorously, trying to keep his control in check as he suddenly became very aware of his aching cock again, resting against her hip as his tongue dipped into her open mouth. Despite just coming, Lena began to get turned on again as Sean's tongue explored her mouth, and she began to kiss him back harder, passionately sliding her tongue over his bottom lip as she wrapped one of her smooth legs over his masculine hip, bringing his hard erection flush with her soaking pussy. He groaned into her mouth, struggling to stay calm as his dick throbbed harder still at the thought of sliding inside her hot, tight wet heaven. 

Suddenly Lena wrapped both arms around him, entangled her legs with his and then rolled to the side, taking him with her until she had flipped him to a lying position on the wide bed, and she was straddling his stomach. Sean shut his eyes to combat the wave of desire that flooded through him as he felt her wet pussy against the flat planes of his stomach, exhaling loudly as she shifted slightly and he felt the full extent of how soaked she was, rubbing tantalisingly against his belly, just in front of his rock solid cock. Just as suddenly as before, Lena lifted herself up onto her hands and knees. After leaning forwards and delivering a kiss that would've made his knees buckle had he not been lying down, she moved downwards, past his well defined chest and past the spot where she'd left a slight wet mark, until she was right in between his legs. Sean knew what she was going to do, but he was so hard that he might come if he didn't try and control himself. Clutching at the sheets, he waited in highly-strung anticipation for the first feel of her wet tongue against the aching tip of his erection. However when it came, it wasn't what he expected. 

Instead of touching his cock, Lena gently took his balls into her mouth, and sucked softly until he let out a strangled groan. Shutting his eyes and tipping his head back further onto the soft pillows, he almost shouted as her delicate hand wrapped around his aching dick. The duel sensation of her cool hand on him and her hot mouth slowly licking his balls was driving him crazy. But this was nothing compared to what he felt when she switched her methods. Sean really did shout when her hot mouth closed on his swollen cock, her tongue slowly flicking the sensitive spot on the underside of his penis and her hand encompassed the thick base and began to put pressure on the base of his cock. Lena studied his cock for a moment, and then with a very dirty smile on her face bent down again, and sucked the sensitive tip straight into her mouth, her tongue frantically teasing him as her cheeks hollowed from the effort of sucking him for so long. When she surfaced for air, she was grinning from ear to ear, and dove straight back in, eager to taste him again. She went deeper this time, letting his cock slide into her mouth as far as it would go, and using one hand to gently start caressing his tight balls. Sean could feel himself getting closer and closer. He wound his hands into her long hair, and almost came when he felt her talented mouth suck on the hard tip of his cock, the most sensitive part, and panted fast. With a groan, he gently lifted her head from his aching erection, knowing that if she kept going he would come in her mouth. Although this sounded like a very tempting prospect, he wanted to enjoy this time with Lena for as long as possible, and that included making her come again, making her shout his name for the world to hear. 

Lena sat up, straddling his hips, letting Sean look his fill. His eyes turned several shades darker with desire as he drank in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her slightly kiss-swollen lips, her round breasts and hard nipples, all the way down to her flat stomach and the hot, wet pussy that was pressing against his still aching erection. Wrapping his strong arms around her back, he pulled her forwards until their bodies were touching from chest to toe, and then swiftly rolled so she was underneath him, her small form seemingly tiny compared to his broad chest and strong muscles. Kissing her fiercely, Sean reached between their sweat-dampened bodies and began to gently tease her swollen clit, knowing she would be sensitive from her previous orgasm. As she began to moan, he slid two fingers into her warm, tight sheath and continued to massage her clit with his thumb, drawing louder noises from her as she became even wetter, almost dripping onto his hand. Lena started to arch her hips into his hand, gasping for breath and moaning until he silenced her cries with his mouth, mimicking with his tongue the motions his fingers were making inside her, thrusting rhythmically into her mouth until she was almost begging to come, her entire pussy soaked and ready for him. She grabbed his throbbing cock and tried to steer him towards her entrance, her seeking hands almost taking him over the edge. He shifted slightly to find the best position, pushed Lena's legs slightly wider apart, and with his tongue still intimately exploring her mouth, thrust into her.

Sean nearly came just from entering her. Her inner muscles had clenched down on his cock, and she was soaking wet. Gritting his teeth and regaining some of his very shaky control, he began to slowly stroke in and out, making sure to move slowly enough that she would feel the movements against both her oversensitive clit and her gspot. Her hands moved to clutch his shoulders as both of her long legs wrapped around his waist, locking her feet together and using her heels to press against his back, encouraging him to move faster inside her. Screwing his eyes shut, Sean began to move faster, thrusting into her pussy more forcefully as she tightened around him every time he pulled halfway out. They were both breathing fast now, all their concentration taken by straining to reach orgasm, she moaning and he groaning as his rigid cock slid in and out of her, taking them both closer to the brink. 

Lena's nails suddenly dug into his back as his strokes became stronger still, his every thrust rubbing against her gspot, making her moans even louder as waves of pleasure began to wash through her entire body. With a shout, Lena started coming, wild and hot, her whole body racking so hard with an orgasm that Sean felt it too. Her inner muscles were closing tightly around him, and the feeling was so exquisite that he nearly lost control as she continued to spasm around his aching erection. Sean kept thrusting into her tight passage, knowing that he was so close to coming that he wasn't going to last more than a few more strokes. One, two, three strong thrusts later and his long awaited orgasm rushed up to meet him, sending him into a spiral of ecstasy from which he never wanted to escape, his groans of pleasure mingling with Lena's still erratic breathing. Finally his hips stilled and he slumped on top of her, his body weight pushing her into the mattress as he struggled for breath, her arms wrapping around him once again to hold him close. When he could feel enough strength in his arms to lift himself up, he propped himself up on his elbows, and looked down at her flushed face. She smiled, and he grinned when he realised she could feel his hardening cock against her thigh. Well, he would have no problem with starting all over again... 



Text Tease



I get off to pictures and videos of my slutty girlfriend playing with strangers.

*****

I really didn't know what to expect. My workday was nearly over and I had gone through most of it in a glaze of horny distraction, my cock swelling and twitching at the slightest reminder of my girlfriend, whose schedule on campus across town was packed until this evening. 

We had been dating for six or seven months and she was a wetter and wetter dream to me every time we hooked up. We typically spent Friday or Saturday nights together and met up on the odd weeknight when time permitted, but it was never enough for either of us. 

Ashley had just entered her senior undergraduate year, having turned 21 over the Summer. She was a petite, perky blonde, a studious tomboy whose years of playing hockey in high school toned her muscular legs and upper body, filling out her ass to generous proportions. She wore glasses over a pair of sharp, smiling green eyes and tucked her wavy yellow curls behind ears I had to work my tongue into every time I tossed her on my queen-sized bed and climbed atop her small, sturdy and sensual frame. She stood 5'4" in white athletic socks with a body made up of tight little curves and pert, demure breasts that she liked to let bounce around inside loose cotton tank tops, her nipples brushing erect against the thin fabric. 

I was in my mid-30s but despite my years of experience with women, my hands had never been as full as they were with Ashley. We often played around with the age gap in bed. She'd call me "daddy" and remind me of how many things she had done only with me so far: 69ing, anal, bondage. She liked playing with both boys and girls but I was the first to make her cum. And she loved teasing and indulging all of my many kinks. It wasn't long into our relationship before I revealed my obsession with group sex and sharing. I particularly liked the idea of a threesome or foursome with me, Ashley and another horny guy or two. 

We had recently discussed exploring a sexually open relationship. I knew she liked the idea and the jealousy it caused me was what excited me the most. She added that it could be a good way for her to find other people to invite to bed with us. At first it was just pillow talk but, as with everything else, we moved pretty fast. The talk got dirtier and more enticing as we filled in the gaps to the point that it was more like a plan than a fantasy. 

So that evening as I left work with butterflies in my stomach because I knew she was already on her first date with another guy. His name was Frank. He was just some grad student she knew from around campus. She said he was cute and harmless, a good candidate for testing the waters of our little experiment in poly play. 

My mind raced as I got home and settled in. It felt like I glanced at my phone every few moments. Their plan was to get a little dinner and watch a movie, but it was obviously a pretext for going to his apartment to play around. 

Ashley sent me a brief, teasing text just as the guy picked her up at the group house she shared with a few of her girlfriends: "Here we go. Wish me luck! And try to control yourself. ;)." 

She knew I would be on edge and monitoring my phone all evening since one version of the fantasy we had enjoyed involved her sending me cell phone pictures capturing some highlights of her casual hookups. I had taken a lot of photos of Ashley during our own sessions—everything from tasteful erotic nudes with lingerie to lewd shots of her with legs spread and ass plugged, bound, collared and wearing my cum. But the thought of receiving images in real time of a complete stranger having his way with her gorgeous young body drove me wild with jealousy and anticipation.

By around 8 P.M., I knew that they must be into the movie and that they might already be fooling around. The minutes dragged on. With some effort I resisted the urge to jerk off to the thought of what my girl might be doing at that very moment in a dimly lit room on the other side of town. 

Had my 21 year old girlfriend put her soft, sexy little feet up on her date's lap in the same playful, flirtatious tease that started so many of our own lustful sessions? 

Was she straddling him on a couch, her perky bare breasts bouncing in his face, red bite marks on her puffy, sensitive nipples? 

Had he made her wet with his fingers or his mouth? 

Was that tight slit of hers that I loved so much wrapped around the thrusting shaft of a guy I had never met? Did he have her pinned down on a mattress, panties pulled aside or dangling from a bare ankle? 

Was she begging him to push deeper inside, egging him on with the same slutty talk she used on me? 

Had she sucked him yet? Was his cock much different from mine? Was she comparing us in her mind, whispering complimenting into his ear between bites at his neck? 

Was she getting off on the thought of me jerking off at home, furiously jealous but hot for every detail?

I realized I had been distractedly pacing the floor. After about half an hour of tormenting myself with these thoughts, I was ready to cave in and relieve myself when the first text finally came through. It simply read, "We're having fun. Want to see?" 

My heart pounded out of my chest when I saw the words. My palms were sweaty as I rapidly fired back, "Please." 

I fumbled with my belt to release my aching shaft where it strained against my fly. The first pic light up the screen of my cell just as I felt the hot weight of my cock in my hand. 

I swiped right and enlarged the image, which showed my girlfriend standing in an elevator. The shot was taken from behind, with Ashley glancing up and over her shoulder at the person holding the camera. She had hiked her short white dress up over her hips, exposing the tight plump cheeks of her ass split down the middle by the thin red line of a thong she often wore for me. The flirtatious look on her face was meant for me and the photographer both and my cock swelled in my hand at the thought. 

God, I thought, they probably didn't even start the movie. There's no way he wasn't painfully erect after she flashed her naked ass and a naughty smile. 

The confirmation came a few minutes later with the next pic. I swiped right and saw my petite girlfriend squirming on someone's bed, half undressed, blonde curls spread out on a white mattress. She lay on her side, her short but curvy legs curled under her. She was barefoot, wearing only the tiny red thong and a loose grey shirt. The picture was snapped when her eyes were closed and her lips were curled up in a sexy, provocative smile.

I jacked my cock with deliberately slow strokes, pacing myself for what I hoped would be a long show. After an agonizing wait of 10 or 15 minutes that flooded my imagination with images of what was going on behind the curtain, I got my wish. 

I received a series of pics taken from alternating points of view. First a few of Ashley alone on the bed in a variety of inviting positions, including a shot of Frank's hand holding her thong between her upraised ankles, poised to remove it. These were followed by a couple of her lewdly on display: on all fours, ass up, shoulders down against the mattress, knees apart, her fingers reaching between her thighs spreading the swollen lips of her smooth-shaved pussy. In the dim warm light of Frank's bedroom, Ashley's ruby lips glistened wet.


Then my girlfriend took a turn with the camera and I saw what she was seeing from her place on the bed. Frank's shirt came off first, then his belt and pants. I received a close-up image of Ashley's small hand reaching out to touch the long, curved bulge in the white cotton of Frank's briefs and then, without further ado, one of her holding his thick shaft between her fingers. 

Frank's cock curved steeply upward and was crowned with a thick, dark mushroom cap that made it look like a large, top-heavy fruit. I pictured my girlfriend bringing the bulging head of this stranger's manhood to her lips and the next text I got showed exactly that. 

I came dangerously close to orgasm as I flipped through the next half dozen shots of Ashley bathing Frank's swollen member with her talented tongue, tracing it from his balls to the tip and eventually closing her pretty mouth over the bell-end. Her eyes stayed with the camera, though she squinted when most of Frank's pole disappeared into her throat.

Things seemed to move quickly after that, with subsequent images showing milestones in the encounter: Frank between Ashley's legs, his face buried in her wet pussy; his head pressed to her breasts, her thick nipples pinched between his teeth; his cock poised to enter her narrow slit from behind. 

I got a shot taken from above and behind Ashley. She was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air and offered to the photographer. His hand could be seen pressing his cock head against her engorged lips, spreading her. I don't know how, but somehow I held off when the next pic showed Frank inserting his hard cock into my cute, 21-year-old girlfriend. 

I stared at the image of Ashley's lips wrapped tight around a shaft about halfway down to a small bush of neatly trimmed pubes. I increased the screen brightness on my phone, rotated the image several times, enlarged it. I gingerly teased my cock, slowly massaging the aching head, wanting to make it last and sure that much more stimulation would bring me off. 

I was right; it was the next image that did me in. I gave in and jacked my cock furiously at the sight of a wet thumb pressed rudely into the dark, wrinkled opening of my girlfriend's tight ass. Frank was fingering her sensitive anus while fucking her hard from behind like she was a dog in heat. I imagined the sound of his legs and balls smacking firmly against her thighs and reddened cheeks with each forceful thrust, the sound of her moans and gasps as he slid one and then two fingers into her backdoor, filling both holes. 

I had often fantasized about my young lover's body intimately tangled up with another man's in a dimly lit room, the raw sounds and strong smells of their fucking filling the air. The knowledge that this was happening at that very moment sent me careening over the edge and I cried out as my cock erupted in a fountain of sperm that flew hot against my stomach and pistoning hand. I groaned long and hard as my rod jerked and spurt involuntarily, shooting my pent-up load all over me.

I snapped a quick shot of the cloudy pool of spunk that had collected on my stomach, cleaned up some with a towel I had put aside and pressed send on the text. "I just came. This is torture. But by all means, continue. And keep the curtains open. :)"

Ashley replied, "Mmmmm, that looks delicious. I love knowing that you're enjoying yourself. We're having fun, too. ;)"

"Tell Frank he doesn't have to go so easy on you," I ventured. "I love seeing you just plain fucked, but I know there are other things you like." 

All along I harbored a nervous desire for Ashley to get kinky with her date. In our bed, she had found that she had extremely submissive tendencies she had never explored with past partners. During our pillow talk about sharing her, she bashfully revealed that she was interested in exploring her submissiveness with others, and possibly with multiple partners. This was as good a chance as any for us to test those waters.

All I got in response to my query was another winking emoticon from my little cocktease. I smiled. 

It didn't take me long to get it up again. A pic or two of Ashley's head bent over Frank's lap, his fingers and then his prick bulging her cheek obscenely to the side, brought my cock back to life. 

Ashley and I had discussed the possibility of Frank taking her ass, and we had decided to play it by ear. If she felt comfortable with it, she would text me asking if it was okay. It's a very intimate act between us, so we agreed that if we both felt ready for her to cross that line with another guy, then that and virtually anything else would be fair game for the evening. 

So I was shocked when, after a series of pics of Frank drilling Ashley's slick cunny, the next one showed her pussy accommodating his cock and the neighboring hole clenching a clear purple butt plug. 

This came after some gorgeous shots by Frank of Ashley straddling him, her hands on his chest, his hands on her small, round tits. I had cum hard from the first pic I got of vaginal penetration and nearly did again with these. So the subsequent image of her ass plugged in preparation for something bigger was nearly too much. I had to stop touching myself for a while to keep another orgasm at bay. 

This gave me a chance to inquire about their intentions via text. Ashley admitted that she hadn't put up much of a fight when Frank slid the plug into her hole since he had been preparing it manually all night and she loved his fingers. I told her I was open to whatever got her off. 

In response, I got a pic of the shiny, now-withdrawn plug in Frank's hand next to the bright pink, slightly dilated opening of Ashley's petite backdoor. No sooner had she sent another winking emoticon than I got my first video of the night. It depicted the bulbous crown of Frank's tool slowly but firmly pressing past Ashley's ring into her dirtiest and most intimate hole. It was clearly a very tight fit judging by the way Frank's veiny shaft bulged around the constricting rim and by the abrupt yelp that came from Ashley's unseen mouth when the tip and the first few inches of his shaft slid inside her.

The next text was from Frank: "God, her ass is tight! It's gripping my cock really hard. Difficult not to cum inside. You're a lucky guy."

In the months we had been dating, Ashley had gotten used to taking it up the ass. She found she loved it so I had the pleasure often. She soon loosened up for Frank, and for the next half hour or so I was treated to a series of snapshots showing Frank have his way with all of Ashley's holes in a seemingly endless variety of positions. 

Her ass proved to be too much for Frank. I received a lovely, filthy shot of Ashley's well-used anal orifice, gaping and leaking sperm where Frank had gotten off deep in her ass. 

He was fast to recover because not 10 minutes later they moved from the bed to a nearby chair where Ashley blew him to full hardness again. And from there they moved to the sofa in the next room. 

I didn't have time to process what this might mean before I received the most surprising text of the evening, one showing Ashley kneeling between Frank's legs while he sat on a deep leather chair, blowing him. And a naked man, tall and black, seated on the couch in the background, erect cock in hand.

My eyes flew open and I stuttered, "W-what the fuck??"

Ashley's text came immediately. "Sooooooo, Frank told his roommate about our little date earlier and he canceled his other plans. Turns out he's been here the whole time, listening from the next room. He just walked into the living room naked and asked if he could watch. It's a lot, I know! A little taken aback myself. What do you think...?"

I didn't know what to say! Again my mind raced and I struggled with feelings of outrage and arousal at the possible implications.

"Sorry, baby! I didn't plan this," she explained after a minute or two of my hesitating.

"It's ok, hah," I cautiously replied. "Are you okay with it?"

Ashley's response came a little too soon. "Oh yeah. I think it's hot. :)" 


Of course she did. I took the plunge. "Have fun. Just show me everything."

"Absolutely. Love you!" she replied.

Most of the images I swiped for the next quarter of an hour showed the unnamed roommate seated on the chair Frank had formerly occupied. He was a feature in the background of the frolicking taking place the couch, his cock always hard and in his hand. 

Then I got some shots of Frank and Ashley tangled or spread out on the bed and I knew they must have handed the phone over to their audience. I wasn't complaining since this gave me a nice look at them as a couple in heat and that provided another maddening flavor of the ongoing tease that the evening had become. 

Seeing Ashley's legs wrapped around Frank's thrusting torso, her arms pulling him down to drive his cock deeper into her pussy and his tongue full into her willing mouth, stoked my jealousy. Frank and Ashley must have explained the rules to the roommate because it wasn't long before he was sending me pictures and vids in rapid succession. 

One nice long video showed Frank mount Ashley, his thighs and muscular ass clenching as he thrust down and hard into my girlfriend, pinning her onto the mattress by the wrists. He alternated between slow and fast strokes. She moaned, cooed, and cried out in response to the pace he set rocking back and forth against her compact, writhing body. 

The videos were a nice touch because I could hear all the little sounds they made responding to each other's bodies. I could make out the soft slapping sound of their bodies pressed and moving together, sharing sweat after an hour or two of wandering all over Frank's apartment to fuck.


My head swam with the knowledge that two men I didn't know were now naked, horny and sharing a room with my young, naked and horny girlfriend. After all, I knew my girl was newly curious about playing with multiple guys. The subject often came up when we were sharing our fantasies. So it only heightened my arousal when I swiped right to find some overhead shots of Frank kneeling between Ashley's widespread legs, leaning over her, with the roommate's knees covering her upper arms where they stretched out above her head. My lover was being held down at the waist and the wrists by two naked men whose erections were dangling over her breasts, nearly touching. 

And now that I had a good look at the roommate's equipment, I saw how well endowed he was. The earlier pics showed him to be even younger than Frank, probably in his early 20s, but his cock was considerably longer than either Frank's or mine. I knew my girlfriend must have noticed all this, especially in her present state, swimming in pheromones and surrounded by two men whose pricks she had been teasing now for almost an hour. What next? I couldn't help wondering. 

So it didn't surprise me much when Ashley texted me, "His cock is really nice, baby. I think he wants to fuck me." 

Obviously she was referring to Frank's black, unnamed "roommate." I noted that, for all I knew, Frank lived alone and this guy was a friend he invited over to share my girlfriend like their personal whore for the evening.


"Yeah? I bet he does," I responded.

"He's black and I'm so, so curious. I've never had that before. I'm really fucking horny. Would it be ok...?"

"Do you want their cocks?" I asked.

"Mmmmmmm, please," she replied. "If you let me have them tonight, you can pee on me tomorrow night..." 

She knew I wanted to play around with that, so her little incentive told me how badly she wanted this. In fact, at this point, I probably couldn't tell her 'no' even if I wanted to. She was going to fuck them both and frankly I wanted it to happen as much as she did.

"Ok, baby. Be their little slut. But I want a video of you begging for two cocks."

Ashley didn't waste any time. I got exactly what I asked for: a video of my young girlfriend kneeling nude between two penises stiff and bobbing inches away from her face, one white, one black. I saw again that the roommate's cock wasn't as thick or exquisitely curved as Frank's but it was longer, longer even than mine. 

Ashley reached up and took one in each hand, asking her hosts in her softest, sweetest voice to use her like a toy and make her their slut. It went on for a few painfully slow minutes of her taking turns teasing their pricks with her pleading mouth, eventually bringing their heads together at her open lips and tickling the sensitive skin underneath with her cheating tongue. 




Text Tease



She never once called the roommate by his name, which led me to think that she was never told and probably never bothered to ask. In all likelihood, this was just some guy Frank knew. Maybe he had a thing for interracial hook-ups and wanted to see the horny little slut he was using for the night take a black cock in addition to his. None of it mattered to me. If anything, the idea of this being just some guy off the street got me off even more.

Frank and "the roommate" passed the phone back and forth for the better part of an hour, taking turns documenting their use of my petite lover. 

They spitroasted her, stuffing her mouth and pussy while she was on all fours. They flipped her over onto her back and took turns between her legs, the one not in her pussy riding her face, sometimes smothering her mouth with his balls and ass. 

The dirtiest stuff was video-documented so that I wouldn't miss anything. I got some nasty footage of Ashley's nimble little tongue reaching up to tickle their sacks and then lick and penetrate their tight assholes. This began when they straddled her face and pounded her missionary style, but eventually they handed the phone back and forth, taking turns bending over and pushing Ashley's face into the splayed ass in front of her. The roommate filmed Ashley spreading Frank's ass cheeks with her hands and leaning in to lick him from sack to crack. Then he had his turn and I saw my girlfriend tongue-fuck the tiny dark star of his anus. 

"Fuck!" he said between deep breaths, looking back at Ashley, then at the camera and at Ashley again. "She is one filthy little slut. She loves eating ass, doesn't she?" From behind the camera I heard Frank agree, adding that they didn't have to talk her into this latest wanton act. "She told us she wanted it."

It turned out the roommate couldn't handle much of Ashley's rimjob. He jacked his cock while she buried her tongue in his ass and I could tell he wouldn't last long from the moment she began teasing his hole. After only a minute or two of this treatment, he announced that he was close, flipped over, spread his legs and told her to keep going. She put her tongue back where he wanted it and Frank moved overhead to capture his friend's orgasm, which wasn't long in coming. 

The roommate beckoned Ashley closer as his moans increased in volume. She got in position just in time to catch a thick rope of sperm arc up across her mouth and splash against her widespread lips. My girlfriend's anonymous lover held her roughly by the hair until his orgasm subsided but it came in waves and she made sure to direct her mouth to each place on his muscular stomach where sperm landed in little pools that stood out white against his dark brown skin. 

Suffice it to say that this little display made me cum for the second time that evening, and again I snapped a pic and pressed send on the text. 

The roommate took a little while to recover, but Frank was happy to step in and give Ashley a treat for being such a good guest. He ate both her holes, bringing her to a series of loud and squirmy orgasms. Seeing this, the roommate and I both got it up before long.

Ashley's pussy was loose and sloppy by now, having been stretched wide and reamed deep by a thick white cock and a long black one. Her ass hadn't seen as much action as I had thought it would after the date with Frank became a threesome. But that changed for what turned out to be the finale.

The camera angles were a little awkward due to the logistics of it, but I got to see my petite blonde girlfriend receive her first double-penetration. Frank and the roommate took turns in Ashley's pussy and ass with the girl sandwiched between them in a couple of different positions. 

She started out straddling the roommate, his long black cock half-sheathed in her cunt while Frank easily speared her ass with a little lube, though it didn't require much after their earlier anal play. 

The men then exchanged positions and laid my girl on Frank's chest with his cock lodged in her backdoor, her legs up and ankles hooked over the rommmate's shoulders while he stretched her ass in ways that even Frank had not. 

Everything I had gotten for the past half hour was a video. But between footage of her extended DP session, Ashley sent me texts making sure I knew how loose she was and how easily even the roommate's cock, which she described as "scary big," fit inside any hole he chose. "I love having you inside my ass, baby," she teased, "but I don't know if I'll ever be as tight for you again. ;)."

I jacked hard through the DP session but couldn't cum a third time. I was spent. But it was just as well, since I had more than enough material on my smart phone to last me for years. 

I hoped for a double facial cumshot, with Ashley's two playmates beating off all over her pretty face, but the reality wasn't as picturesque as that. It ended up being even hotter though. Each guy climaxed once more, the roommate driving deep into Ashley's shaved pussy and blowing his load inside her womb and Frank enjoying sloppy seconds and pulling out at the last minute to splash her tender clit with his own thick wad. The footage showed the guy who wasn't mounting Ashley kneeling on the bed above her head, pinning her arms to the mattress, his other hand possessively around her throat.

I got a final pic of Ashley's poor, ravaged cunny, her outer lips fatter than usual and the inner lips bright red, flared to either side, the knotty spunk of two men running from the gaping hole down the crack of her perfect ass to the rear orifice I wondered if I'd ever fuck the same way again.

All I got from Ashley after that was a text that read, "Ow. OW. But, good 'ow.'" And then, half an hour later, the address of an intersection where I was to collect her. 

When I got her home, we cuddled but didn't talk much about what happened that evening. That conversation began the next day and led to more dates with Frank and his friend, whose name we learned was Caleb. 

As I had surmised, Caleb was just a drinking buddy of Frank's. He lived in a nearby town, so when Ashley group texted the three of us a few weeks later suggesting a foursome, he was happily available and, of course, happy to join. In fact, he was so glad to be included again that he offered to invite an out-of-town friend who visits to hook-up every so often—a cute 20-something brunette named Sarah who, like Ashley, liked both men and women and thought that a gangbang with two girls and three guys sounded hot. 

And it was. 

~



Text Trouble



It was a chance comment that started me thinking, just one of those random statements during a conversation that can trigger a thought process where one thought leads to another, then another and so on.

I'd just mentioned to a colleague that my twenty-fifth wedding anniversary was coming up, Silver anniversary as it goes, and in all those years I'd never strayed from the path of marital fidelity. 

'Yeah,' my colleague joked, 'but what about your wife!'

Ok, it was a joke, in poor taste if you ask me, but a joke nonetheless. The conversation moved on and the comment was forgotten. Forgotten until I arrived home later that evening and my wife's car wasn't in the drive where it usually sat. Now, that in itself was no big deal, she could be in any one of half a dozen locations, all of which were entirely innocent, but...

As I went about my usual evening routine I thought about how I could surprise my wife on our anniversary, but then I remembered my friend's joke earlier that day – What about my wife? Had she ever been unfaithful? Where was she now?

I had no real reason to suspect that Abigail had ever been untrue, no reason at all, but the tiny seed of doubt had been planted.

Abigail breezed into the kitchen in her usual style about an hour later.

'Hi, baby,' she said brightly and kissed me on the cheek. 'Good day?'

'Yep,' I replied and took a moment to study my wife as she moved briskly around the kitchen. 

I hadn't really 'looked' at her for a long time. Physically she was still the same curvy, full-breasted girl I'd lusted after when we were both nineteen. Ok, she was a little bigger around the hips and bust, and maybe her tummy wasn't as flat as it has been when we'd first met, but likewise, I was no longer a 32 inch waist, with the same laws applying to my body as Abigail's. Abigail's fresh faced prettiness had developed into what I thought was a striking beauty and she'd actually grown more attractive as the years had passed. Maturity gave her a certain indefinable quality. A woman either had it, or she didn't... and my wife simply oozed confident sexuality.

Abigail definitely had the attributes that would lead men to attempt to begin an affair with her; I knew that even if I was her husband. I didn't think Abigail would be tempted to look elsewhere for sexual gratification, things had never been lacking in that department, but I just couldn't shake that nagging "yeah, but" notion.

As I absently considered the situation a sudden rush of affection for Abigail overcame me and I took hold of her around the waist and kissed her mouth quickly.

'Wow,' she responded with a laugh. 'What was that for?'

Her question struck a chord within me. Had it been a long time since I'd shown her any affection? I decided to remedy that situation right there and then.

'Because I love you,' I retorted, 'and because I think you're still a damn sexy wench.'

I accompanied the comment by reaching around Abigail and pulling her into me. I kissed her mouth again, but this time kept up the pressure and even pushed my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss lasted for a long moment and then continued as she moaned quietly in appreciation. I ran my hands down Abigail's back to knead her lovely, pliant buttocks. She wriggled a little from side to side, a sure sign that she was becoming aroused and my penis thickened quickly at the realisation.

'That was nice,' my wife whispered and smiled as the kiss momentarily broke. 'And what do we have going on down here,' she continued and pressed that open palm of her hand against my bulging trouser front as we kissed again.

Abigail deftly unzipped my flies and fished my now stiff cock out from where it had been confined. My erection jutted between our bodies as we kissed with increasing ardour. I had to stop kissing Abigail as I sucked in a great gasp of air when she surprised me by taking a tight grip on my cock at its base. 

'Wow,' Abigail commented, 'what's got you so stiff?'

'Just the usual,' I replied, my voice husky with my sudden arousal. 'Just the thought of your lovely, big tits swinging as I fuck you.'

Abigail laughed throatily, a sound that somehow managed to turn me on even more. 'Well,' she said and stepped back a pace, 'let's see if you can get them swinging.'

She pulled the cotton blouse she was wearing out of the waistband of her skirt and began to unbutton it. She smiled deviously, as though she was harbouring some kind of secret and her eyes narrowed to feline slits as she watched my reaction to her impromptu strip show. That look was one I knew well. It meant that Abigail was feeling horny, particularly so, and I was taken aback by how quickly she'd become so randy.

Abigail shrugged the blouse over her white skinned shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her. She unzipped her skirt and wriggled her hips to move the garment down over her slim, elegant, shapely legs. She pulled her underwear down swiftly as well and then posed with her hands on her wide hips, taunting me in a way she knew would send me insane with wanting her.

'Do you want to see my lovely, big tits,' she teased and cupped her still bra covered jugs in her palms.

'Yes please,' I croaked, 'please show me.'

Abigail laughed again and unclasped her bra. Her fantastic tits swayed heavily as my wife allowed me to gaze on their symmetrical beauty. The sight of her almost naked caused a burst of lust to tighten my belly and I groaned out loud, growing desperate to fuck my divine wife as I looked at her, transfixed.

The combination of Abigail's high-heeled shoes, along with the stockings and suspenders she'd purposefully left on mesmerized me, just as the calculating bitch new they would. She knew I had a penchant for the lingerie and that I loved her in her shoes and stockings.

'Now that I've shown you my beauties,' Abigail whispered, 'I think you should give me a little treat.'

She turned and, with hips swaying provocatively, strode from the room as her high heels clicked on the floor tiles. I'd always associated the sound of clicking heels on a hard floor with sex, ever since Abigail had teased and tormented me one evening early on in our courtship all those years ago. She had tied me to a chair in the old kitchen in her parents' cottage and had spent the entire evening posing and strutting around in front of me dressed almost exactly as she was now. She'd exacerbated the torture by using first her fingers and then a large girthed candle on her increasingly sodden sex. By the time she'd untied me I was as randy as a dog with two cocks and I'd cum hugely inside her after a frantic, short-lived, but very hot fuck.

Abigail paused by the kitchen door and looked back over her smooth shoulder and smiled. 'Come on, lover boy,' she breathed vampishly, then added crudely, 'Come and lick my hot kitty, make it piss cum.'

Damn Abigail knew just how to get me going. Her dirty talk never failed and I hurried after my wife's receding figure as she headed upstairs.

I didn't have to go very far though, since Abigail stopped at the top step, sat down and opened her stocking clad legs. I knelt on one of the lower steps and pushed my face against her plump, sparsely haired vulva. Instantly I slid my tongue along the cleft of her sex and felt her lovely labia peel apart reluctantly, sticky with Abigail's arousal.

I lapped at Abigail's clitoris and heard her gasp of pleasure. At the same time as I slurped at Abigail's large clit I probed at her opening with my finger. I slid my digit into my wife's gooey sex and massaged the spot inside her that I knew would send her into orbit.

Sure enough Abigail began to pant quickly in time with my probing and I knew she would come within a matter of minutes.

'Oh yes, baby, that's it, that's the spot,' She whispered as she warmed up. 'Lick my clit, finger my cunt.'

Abigail's voice was high pitched with her desire and I felt her juice dribble from her opening around my fingers. I tasted the syrup that slid from my wife's body and I listened to her heightened excitement as she sighed and urged me on.

Abigail squealed out as her climax poured through her body. As she came loudly she pulled me up so that my face was close to hers and then kissed me. Our tongues danced as she licked her juice from my tongue and then my chin and cheeks. Her climax tapered off and my wife sat on the top stair and panted heavily as she tried to catch her breath. 

I grinned at her as I watched her big breasts jiggling sexily as her chest heaved up and down.

'You liked that, huh?'

'Mmm,' Abigail responded, her face and chest flushed a rosy colour from her exertion. 'Lovely,' she continued and then lifted herself from the carpet. 'Come with me.'

I followed my wife into our bedroom. My cock was still huge and jutted from my trousers since I was still fully dressed. Abigail sat on the bed and took hold of my shaft before she dipped her head forward and took the big head of my cock between her lips. 

'Shit,' I groaned as Abigail slurped and slobbered over my cock. She sucked at me eagerly and wanked my cock at its root at the same time.

She scooped my balls out of the confines of my trousers as well and rolled them in her fingers, sounds of appreciation coming from the back of her throat.

Abigail let my cock bounce from between her lips and I looked down at her smeared lipstick while she grinned up at me.

'Time for a tit fuck I think,' she smiled and squeezed her pliable tits around my cock.

I jerked my hips so that my cock was buried in the deep cleavage of Abigail's breasts. My precum left a wet trail of clear goo along the track of my thrusting cock all over Abigail's pure, white skin as I fucked between those big tits. The squelching of my cock as it popped into view with each upward thrust was obscene, but hugely exciting and I soon felt my semen threaten.

'That's it!' Abigail cried as I began to grunt. 'Fuck my tits, come on my tits.'

She was trying to flick her tongue over the head of my cock as it appeared with each thrust and her voice sounded almost as excited as I was feeling.

I groaned and moaned as my spunk splashed out onto the delicious ivory slopes of my wife's breasts. A think rope of cum dangled from her chin as she watched my ejaculation intently. The cum hung tenaciously to Abigail's face and swung wildly as she moved her head. More goo spattered across her cheek as it jetted from my cock until finally the thick, violent eruption died off.

'Fuck, Jimmy,' said Abigail. 'You covered me in it.'

She smeared my spunk into her lovely, big jugs and scooped some of the stuff into her mouth from where it clung wetly to her chin and cheeks. Then she kissed me and I tasted myself on my wife's tongue, not in the least bothered by the thought of eating my own cum as we kissed.

'Well, baby,' smiled Abigail. 'I'm a fucking mess now, but it was a lovely surprise.' Then she stood up and exaggeratedly swayed her hips to tease me as she headed for the en-suite.

The Phone

In spite of there being no sign at all of infidelity on Abigail's part, that nagging suspicion wouldn't go away and after an age of deliberation I decided to put her to the test.

Let sleeping dogs lie, they say. Wise words, but I just couldn't let it lie and I embarked on my crazy plan anyway.

What did I do? Well, it was simple, looking back it was fucking ludicrous – doomed to failure; well, you would've thought so. The trouble was it all went so well.

I bought a pay as you go sim card for my mobile phone, one with a number that Abigail wouldn't recognise. Then I sent her a text message; one that appeared to have been sent to the wrong number, but one that was crudely worded so as to get Abigail's attention.

Simple? 

If she replied innocently, telling the sender that he had the wrong number – then no problem. If she failed to respond at all – well absolutely no problem. Then there was scenario number three; if she responded... 

The question there was how far would my darling wife go? 

'Hi baby, big and hard and waiting for you.' Would that grab Abigail's eye?

I sent the message ...and waited.

A day passed ...nothing, so far so good.

Another day followed and then two more. I was feeling decidedly foolish and more than a little ashamed that I'd doubted Abigail. Then, when I turned the phone on a full five days after I'd sent the original text, the phone buzzed and vibrated – A message! 

There could only be one person who could've sent the text for only one person had ever received the number – Abigail.

The small envelope icon blinked accusingly upon the screen, taunting me, daring me to open it and read the contents. Even then I had the power to stop, to go no further, but the power had deserted me so I opened the message and read the lines my wife had written.

'Interesting text, but wrong number. Let me know if she doesn't get back to you. Abi xxx' Ok, she'd flirted, it didn't mean much, I could even see her doing it and laughing. She'd probably tell me about it later. But if that was going to happen, why hadn't she shown me the message in the interval between the sending and now?

I wrote back. 'Oops, sorry Abi. I'm embarrassed now! Mick. xx PS, she didn't... are you busy?'

Her response was almost instant.

'Not busy. Are you?'

And it followed from there. 'Mick' and Abi ascertained that, miraculously, they were in quite close proximity geographically - Strange that, isn't it? – And the flirting got more and more daring with every subsequent message that was passed.

This went on for a week or so and I was amazed at my reactions and emotions. I went through peaks and troughs. One minute in the depths of despair over my wife's apparent ease at infidelity. I mean how many men had she had over the course of twenty-five years? Then I recognised that part of me was actually mildly aroused by the flirtatious 'Abi'. She was fun, daring and crude even... and I felt a twitch of desire every time the phone buzzed a new message.

This could have gone on forever with no resolution to my problem at all. The to-ing and fro-ing of these texts was ludicrous and proved nothing. I would have to act... and so the second, insane, part of the plan was born.

I would have to arrange for Abi to meet Mick.

Now, obviously, I couldn't put in an appearance as Mick myself, so I hired an actor.

He was a handsome enough guy, well groomed, physically appealing and at thirty-two years of age he was neither too old, nor too young for a woman of Abigail's fine vintage – he was perfect in fact.

I watched my wife prepare for her clandestine meeting with 'Mick'. She was going out, she said, to meet her friends for a celebratory drink for some fictitious reason. I was amazed at how cool she was. It was as if butter wouldn't melt and I felt the now familiar conflicting, yet paradoxically tuned feelings of jealousy and lust.

Part of me wanted to tell the deceitful bitch that I knew what she was up to, but it was like the devil and the angel on opposing shoulders, with one whispering and cajoling and the other offering moral support. Part of me actually wanted Abigail to come home later with the stain of deceit oozing from between her legs and with the ache of another man's penis bruising her opening.

'Bye, Jimmy,' Abigail kissed my cheek and was gone.

My guts coiled and I tasted the corrosive, copper tang of jealousy at the back of my throat. She was out there now on her way to her potential lover. I had no means of knowing what would happen. I couldn't call Abigail, not without a sound reason and 'Mick' now had the 'dirty' phone that I'd used to set up the whole affair.

Abi strays

The man smiled when he saw the mature woman in the red dress stride confidently into the restaurant. 

'Wow,' he thought, 'she's quite a sexy looking lady. This makes more sense now.' He stood up as the lady approached and gave her his best 'audition' smile. 'Hi, you must be Abi?' he said out loud.

'And you must be Mick,' she teased in reply and took the man's proffered hand in hers briefly.

'In the flesh,' the man known as Mick laughed and then brushed Abigail's cheek with his lips.

He didn't want to appear too forward, he understood from reading the texts that the husband had shown him just how flirtatious "Mick' was supposed to be, and he was the consummate professional; he'd play it just right.

'So, Abi... at last...' Mick left the sentence hanging and smiled again at the woman now sat opposite him. 'Damn, she's really very sexy,' he thought to himself. 'Look at those jugs... Damn.'

'I must say,' Abigail began, 'that you're better looking than I'd actually pictured you...' Then she added, 'Sorry, I didn't mean to be so... forward. I'm just surprised that's all.'

'Surprised?' asked Mick, a little confused.

'Yes,' Abigail reddened slightly. 'I mean I must be at least fifteen years older than you... you must get tons of girls...'

Mick thought: 'I'd still fuck you into a coma.' Then spoke out loud, 'I've always loved the more ...mature woman, they're so much more developed intellectually; have more idea of what they want,' he held Abigail's eyes with his own stare, 'and they know how to get it,' he concluded suggestively.

'I wouldn't know about all that,' Abigail responded, her confidence appeared to slip for a moment. 'I've never actually done anything like this before... I don't know why I'm here, really... Intrigued I suppose.'

A waiter who had arrived to take the order interrupted them but Mick dealt with the man confidently. The waiter slipped discretely away leaving the couple alone.

'You were saying...' Mick pressed gently.

'Well,' continued Abigail. 'I've never done this before... Never met a man without my husband knowing. I've never lied to him, never been unfaithful.'

That was all Mick really needed to know. He could leave now of he wanted to. He could make up a quick excuse and be gone, his job was done, and he'd get paid just the same. He could still find something to do with his evening. He could report back to the husband that Abigail was a paragon of virtue. He believed her when she said she'd never strayed – why should she lie? No reason at all.

Yep, he could go right now, but she was just so damned sexy... He wanted to stay. 

The food was superb and the wine flowed. Abigail loosened up more and more as one bottle led to a second. Mick turned on the full spotlight of his charm and the embryo of a plan formed. He could do this... he could seduce this woman and still report back that she had never strayed; not until tonight anyway... if he had his way.

'So tell me, Abi,' Mick leaned close over the table and took Abigail's hand in his own. 'Tell me a fantasy of yours; right now ...just tell me.'

Abigail blushed, 'No,' she demurred, her eyes downcast as the rosy glow spread over the upper slopes of her breasts that were tantalisingly revealed in the deep V of the dress. 'Honestly, I couldn't... Sorry.'

'Go on, Abi,' Mick teased gently. 'Tell me; tell me something that would shock me. I bet you can't shock me.'

Abigail chuckled, 'Oh you're good,' she whispered suddenly changing her attitude again. She took a deep breath, 'Ok,' she said, 'a threesome, that's what I'd love to try... two men at once.'

'Well,' Mick replied. 'I'm not shocked, not at all.' He held Abigail's hand and drew small circles on her palm with his finger while his other hand stroked the soft skin just on the inside of her slim wrist. 'Just promise me one thing, Abi.'

'What's that?'

'That if you ever do go for it, call me; I'd love to be part of it. I'd love to be one of the cocks that you take.'

Abigail felt her insides clench and her pussy begin to oil. The combination of wine, Mick's handling of her sensitive skin and his borderline lewdness was turning her on.




Text Trouble



'Why not?' she thought. 'Why not just throw caution to the wind? Ok, maybe not a full on three-way, not tonight, but just having this handsome thirty-something take her to bed, have a different cock in her hand, her mouth and yes, inside her kitty. Why not?

Suddenly Abigail's desire burst hotly between her thighs and she squirmed in her seat. Her clitty began to pulse and she felt her nipples throb in sympathy.

'Do you live nearby?' Abigail's throaty voiced question took Mick slightly off guard.

'Er... Not too far,' he replied.

'Take me there,' Abigail whispered simply.

Mick acted immediately after a very quick recovery. He paid the bill and escorted Abigail to his car. A short drive later and Abigail found herself in Mick's flat. She didn't have time to look around, for no sooner than they were in the door than Mick made his move. He took hold of Abigail's waist firmly and pulled her close. He pressed his mouth to Abigail's painted lips and kissed her. After the briefest moment of hesitation, Abigail responded and returned the kiss with ardour.

Mick lifted Abigail's dress up and the woman lifted her arms in a gesture of submission; he was in charge and she would do as he wanted.

'Fucking hell, Abi,' Mick murmured when he surveyed an almost nude Abigail. She stood in front of him like an Amazon of legend. She was braless now and her tiny thong lay in a discarded heap to one side. His eyes roved over the generous curves of her breasts, her narrow waist, then down and over the swell of her hips. He looked at her plump vulva that nestled at the junction of her smooth thighs, and he was mesmerised by the slight wisp of her pubic bush that hung like smoke over the cleft of her sex.

Abigail was back to her confident self as she stood in her stockings and shoes in front of the handsome man. She knew the look; she may be years older than him, but she knew she had him and that he desired her.

'You like it, hmm?' Abigail teased and held her heavy breasts in her palms. 'I want you to lick my kitty and make me cum,' she continued with no trace of self-consciousness at all. She was confident in her own sexual allure; she knew how to arouse a man since she'd never failed to excite Jimmy with her sexy clothes and potty mouth.

The thought of her husband sent a quick sliver of guilt through Abigail, but she had made up her mind and wouldn't back out now. Then, Mick pulled his suit trousers down and showed Abigail his truly magnificent cock.

'Oh my, Sir,' she lisped with feigned deference to his manhood. 'That looks like a very tasty cock, why not let me suck on it for you?'

'Come and get it, baby,' Mick growled and Abigail swayed across the room with her hips swinging and her big breasts jiggling saucily.

She took hold of Mick's thick phallus and kissed her lover eagerly. Then, she dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled his cock towards her face.

'Shit,' Mick groaned as Abigail sucked hard at his angry red cock head. 'You can suck cock... Jesus,' he blasphemed.

Abigail grinned up at Mick as best she could with her mouth full of his meat. She popped the head out from between her lips and licked the shaft from tip to balls and back again several times.

'Come on lover,' Abigail whispered wantonly. 'Fuck my mouth, use me and then use my big tits.'

Abigail's lewd language had the desired effect and soon Mick was pushing his cock rhythmically in and out of Abigail's mouth. Then she wrapped her big jugs around his cock shaft and urged him to fuck her cleavage.

'Are you going to spunk on my tits, baby,' she cried. 'Cover my tits with it, come on; cover my big tits with all your hot stuff. I love it; I love it on my tits.'

Mick couldn't hold back after Abigail's entreaty to cover her breasts in semen. He groaned loudly and felt the sublime relief as his seed spurted from the eye of his cock. Thick goo spattered onto Abigail's cheeks as Mick's ejaculation erupted powerfully and sprayed beyond the target zone. More thick spunk slapped onto Abigail's chin and then the lesser, dying spurts hit the offered skin of her breasts.

Viscous cream slithered from Abigail's chin and fell in pools onto her big, already spattered breasts.

'I love it when it hits my tits,' Abigail sighed and lay back on a sofa. She smeared the stuff into her chest and soft breasts as she spread her thighs for her lover. 'Lick my dirty cunt,' she offered obscenely. 'Make me come with your tongue.'

Mick knelt in front of Abigail and held the heavy, hanging folds of her slippery labia apart with his fingers. Abigail was slightly embarrassed by what she considered to be the ugliness of her loose, drooping flaps.

Mick however found their size an immense turn on and whispered almost in awe: 'Jesus, Abi, you're beautiful... every bit of you... beautiful.' He took a moment to study the hot, pink centre of Abigail's sex and then swirled his tongue around her opening.

Abigail moaned as Mick worked his tongue against her with élan. He was widely experienced and knew how to please a woman orally. He flicked at Abigail's tight, pulsing clitty with the tip of his tongue and then pushed his finger into the soaking opening to her body.

'Oh my fucking, God!' Abigail squealed as Mick probed deeper and deeper into her body. He pushed a second finger in beside the first, and then turned them inside Abigail to really excite her.

There was no doubt that after minutes of this assault on her sensitive sex that Abigail was going to climax. Mick was rewarded with a lengthy and vociferous torrent of filth and obscenity as Abigail told him in no uncertain terms that was coming – and that she was doing so now!

'It's going to piss out of me. Yes, it's going to piss... I'm going to cum, oh, baby... finger me, lick me... My cunt's on fire.'

Jimmy had taught his wife to use the filthiest language she could find to describe her sexual activity, and the habit was breaking through her subconscious now as Abigail surrendered to the bliss that flooded through her. Then Abigail's whole frame tightened as her orgasm ripped through her body and mind. She lost all control and just writhed and wriggled on Mick's fingers like a landed fish.

Mick watched as syrupy juice literally squirted onto his hand and wrist. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'she really does piss it. ...The filthy bitch.'

"Fuck me, please, fuck me now,' Abigail called as her climax began to subside. She squeezed her breasts and fingered her nipples so that her areola puckered in a visible display of her arousal.

Mick lifted Abigail's legs and hooked the back's of her knees at the crook of his elbows. Abigail's cunt was angled up towards him now, and Mick pushed his renewed erection at the slippery opening to her sex.

Mick noticed that Abigail's stocking tops were stained with patches of her own juice as he slid quickly into her accommodating body. The sight of Abigail's physical arousal was a huge turn on for Mick and he growled deeply as he plunged in and out of her slick pussy. He dipped his mouth to Abigail's breasts and sucked at her thick, elongated teats hungrily.

'Fuck, Abi,' Mick grunted. 'You're the sexiest woman I've ever...' 

'Fucked?' Abigail finished for him. 'The best you've ever fucked? Is that it?' Abigail humped her broad hips up as her lover's cock speared her incessantly. 'Stick that big cock in me and really fuck me,' she urged through clenched teeth. 'Come on, use it on me, batter my nasty cunt, and make me sore... Go on, I want to feel you tomorrow when I move, when I walk. I want to feel that you've really fucked me.'

'You dirty, depraved slut,' Mick groaned and then pounded at Abigail in an effort to satisfy her. He could hear the squelching of their coupling as his shaft stabbed in and out faster and faster. Abigail pulled her knees back to her shoulders and offered herself at a more acute angle as she strove to find her release. Her hips bucked and her buttocks lifted in a counter thrust to her lover's determined battering.

Finally, Abigail groaned. She'd been manipulating her clit and squeezing her breasts as Mick fucked into her and now, finally, her climax broke.

Abigail's moaning and writhing were a signal for Mick and he let loose with a huge groan of his own as his semen spat into Abigail's body. He felt his seed gush from his cock and he slumped down onto Abigail, spent.

'That was so good, baby,' Abigail crooned when her own climax cooled. She held Mick close and kissed him tenderly as her breathing calmed. 'Nearly twenty-five years; it's been twenty-five years since another man has fucked me.'

"You feel Okay?' Mick asked concerned.

Abigail felt the hot tears spill from her eyes as she realised the full import of what she'd done. 

She'd been unfaithful to Jimmy, her darling husband.

'I'll be fine, honest, just give me a minute... please.'

Mick held Abigail close and let her tears dry.

'Okay, now?' he asked a few minutes later.

'Uh, huh, I'm fine.' Abigail dried her tears with the back of her hand. 'Phew, sorry,' she smiled sheepishly. 'I was just a little emotional, that's all. I'm fine now.' Abigail kissed Mick deeply and then murmured, 'I want to do it again, soon. Not tonight, I have to go, but soon. Can we?'

Mick said nothing, but just nodded.

Then, as an afterthought, and before she fully realised what she was asking, Abigail said: 'I want to have a threesome as well, with you... Can you arrange it?'

Mick grinned as the light of inspiration flashed on in his head, and although he had no idea about how he was actually going to bring off the little scheme, he said: 'Sure,' and nodded. 'Sure I can... I know just the man.'

Jimmy Again

'How did it go?' I asked when I called 'Mick' the following day.

'Yep,' he replied. 'You've got nothing to worry about. She's been faithful from day one... told me herself right off the bat, no problem at all.'

'So... So what was all the flirting about?' I asked.

'Just that - flirting.' The man chuckled down the phone line. 'She was having fun, seeing how far she could push it, how far she dare push it. She met Mick, had a drink and a meal, and then she said goodnight.'

'Thanks,' I said, relieved. It had all been pointless. I'd had no cause for concern. What a fool I was to doubt Abigail in the first place. 'Well, thanks for your trouble; I'll send your cheque.'

I was about to hang up when Mick spoke again: 'There is one thing you might like to know.'

There was something in his tone that held me. I couldn't define it; there was just something there in his voice.

'What's that?' I asked as my guts slid with angst. 

'The babe would love a threesome.'

He laid it out as easily as that, even called Abi a "babe". Well, there was no faulting his taste...

'Right,' I replied, not fully comprehending right there and then. I thought he was about to give me some devastating news, but this wasn't too bad.

'Well,' he continued. 'I was wondering ...if.' 

'If, what?' I asked although by now I had a fairly strong inkling what the "If" would be.

'Well... uh... you know.'

'Do I?'

He sighed; the sound was loud in the earpiece of the phone. 

'Okay,' he said. 'It was just a thought. Your wife... I mean, she's really sexy... Well, I hope you're not offended...'

Offended? Not at all, if this man thought my wife was attractive and sexy, well all the good to me. I was a lucky man.

'You'd want to be part of the deal,' I said at last. 'If we went for a threesome?'

'Oh, God, for sure,' he said eagerly. 'In fact,' he went on, 'I was thinking...'

I smiled to myself. 'Go on.'

'Well, I could use the phone. Tell her I've got someone in mind for a three-way. See if she bites.'

My stomach flipped at his suggestion and I felt that weird mix of jealousy and arousal again deep in my guts.

'You, me and Abigail?' I croaked, my throat suddenly dry.

'Oh yeah!' Mick said. 'That'd be so good. To see her being taken from both ends...'

His enthusiasm was lost on me at that moment. I was caught up with my own vivid images of my beautiful wife being speared by another man's cock. I could see her face filled with wonder while she accepted a lover between her thighs. I could hear her moans and sighs when he fucked her. I could hear her voice urging her lover to fuck her...'

'So?' My reverie was shattered by Mick's voice in my ear. 'What do you think? Shall I try?'

'Yes.' I hung up, surprised at what I'd done. What wheels had I set in motion? What would be let loose by opening the lid to Pandora's Box?

I didn't expect Abigail to take the bait. After all, she'd met Mick that time and he'd reported back that she'd been faithful since we'd married. Did the threesome idea really intrigue her to such a depth? I wonder why she'd never brought it up with me. I wracked my brain trying to think of a reason why she'd be prepared to go with Mick... And a stranger! I'd never considered that aspect. My wife was going to fuck another man for the first time in almost twenty-five years, but not only that, on top of the infidelity she was going to compound the sin by taking a complete stranger as well!

Okay, so the second man wouldn't be a stranger, but Abigail didn't know that. She thought she'd be fucking one man she barely knew and the other... He'd be completely alien to her. 

That now familiar feeling was back in my stomach. The slut, that brazen bitch... I was furious at her for her duplicity, but once again, I was turned on by the whole sordid affair. So much so that I was compelled to masturbate fiercely, and all the time I was pulling my cock I was picturing my wife, dressed for sex and being used by two men. 

My semen spurted from me and I cried out with the relief of it. If this was the effect mere imagination could have then I could barely begin to imagine what state I'd be in if I lived the fantasy.

Confessions

I spent the following days in a virtual trance. I watched Abigail constantly and leapt upon every facet of her behaviour, devouring it in a frenzy of analytical thought. I was watching for clues, sniffing for a scent as I waited for some sign that Mick had made the call and that the sordid appointment was set.

How Abigail failed to notice my agitation was unbelievable, but perhaps she was as distracted as I was. I assumed that to contemplate infidelity after nearly a quarter of a century of marriage, and with two men to boot, rather took a person's eye off the ball so to speak.

Then came the moment that Abigail told me the bare faced lie.

'The girls are out again on Saturday, Jimmy,' she said on a Wednesday evening.

'Really?' I replied. 'Are you planning on going too?'

'Well, I hadn't planned to but...'

There it was done, she was preparing the groundwork for her duplicitous plans and she'd delivered the lie with no outward tremor at all. 

I moved to my wife and put my arms around her waist from behind. I gently nuzzled the back of her neck and rubbed my fingertips against her nipples through her blouse. I wanted to make her feel bad, I wanted her to feel as guilty as sin, and I planned on doing this by paying her lots of attention. I planned to be as caring and as attentive as I could be so that she'd vile at her betrayal... I wanted her to pay.

As Abigail sighed at the touch of my lips against her throat, I slowly lifted her skirt and kneaded her bare buttocks. I cranked up the pressure by gently biting her throat, barely grazing her soft skin with the edge of my teeth in the way I knew would turn her on.

I turned my wife around so she was facing me and pulled the hem of the blouse free of her skirt. After baring her midriff by undoing the buttons, I knelt to showered Abigail's tummy with feathery kisses. She sighed again and ran her fingers through my hair while I continued to kiss her stomach. I then kissed my way up to Abigail's mouth via her smooth, creamy breasts that spilled over the top of her bra cups. Abigail's tongue pushed into my mouth as soon as my lips touched hers and I felt her fingers brush my cock as we kissed.

Abigail unzipped me and my thick, hard cock was soon in her tight grip.

'Do you want me?' she asked; her breath quickening as she stroked my penis. 

'Always, babe,' I whispered. 'I always want you.'

'Take me now,' Abigail groaned. 'I'm wet for you, do it to me here.'

I slipped my hand down between Abigail's legs and found her sodden. I turned her around again so that she was facing away from me and then pushed her shoulders as a sign that she should bend forward slightly. Abigail gripped the side of the kitchen table and pushed her hot derriere out in invitation. I quickly hiked her skirt up around her hips and offered the blunt tip of my cock to her soaking sex.

One push and I was inside her and I heard my wife gasp as I forced myself deeper. I was no longer the gentle, caring, attentive husband. I was an animal whose only desire was to use the woman on the end of my cock. I grabbed my wife's hips and fucked into her brutally, heedless of the fact that she wouldn't be entirely receptive at this early stage of our coupling.

Abigail cried out as I fucked her hard and fast, but I couldn't have cared less at that point. I wanted to punish her for her planned betrayal.

'Jimmy, please,' Abigail whimpered. 'It hurts; please... slow down, not so hard.'

'It hurts does it?' I groaned as the insanity rose in me. 'I'll make it hurt.'

I pounded at Abigail's body with harsh, vigorous strokes. I was intent on teaching her a lesson. What that lesson was, I had no idea myself. I was just taking out my frustration and anger on her in the only way I could think of. The only problem was that as I forced myself into Abigail's body, I began to babble. I had no idea what I was saying, that was until I heard myself say: 'If I'm hurting you now, you'll be no good for a threesome.' 

That word, "threesome", penetrated the darkness of my lunacy like a beacon. Almost as soon as I uttered the word I realised what I'd let slip and immediately ceased my assault upon my wife's sex.

My cock slid out of Abigail and she turned to look at me, her blouse flapping open and her skirt still rucked up to her hips.

'What?' she said quietly with wide eyes and an open mouth. 'Why did you say that? And why did you use me so harshly?' 'What's going on?' 

'I... I...' There was no way out, no excuse I could use, so I told the truth.

Abigail pulled her skirt down to cover her modesty as I began to speak. She sat down on the small sofa we keep in the kitchen and listened, incredulous in parts, to the whole sorry tale of how I'd engineered the meeting with the man she knew as Mick. I'd told her how hurt I was that she was lying to me about Saturday night and that I knew she was planning to fuck two men... although one of them was me. I left nothing out, spared her no detail until, finally, I fell silent.

'But...' Abigail started, but was unable find the words. 'But... how could you hope to pull it off...' She shook her head as though clearing her thoughts. 'Do you think I'd have fucked you if you'd just turned up out of the blue?' She looked at me. 'I'd have been humiliated... Humiliated and scared... and I would've felt stupid...' Abigail stared at me as though seeing me for the first time. As though I was no longer the man she'd been married to for all this time, and I suppose I no longer was the same man. Let's face it; what sort of man pulls a stunt like this on his own wife? The woman he loves?

Then Abigail hit me with the big one.

With tears rolling down her cheeks she confessed.

'You stupid, stupid bastard,' she sobbed. 'If you hadn't... If you hadn't played such an insanely idiotic trick...' Abigail broke into a real fit of sobbing now. Her shoulders heaved and her head fell forward while the big, fat tears plopped wetly onto the kitchen floor. 'I never would have met him... Never would have slept with him...'




Text Trouble



That was like a physical slap in the face for me. Slept with him? She'd fucked him? My world spun and I felt nauseous.

'You slept with him?' A gasp from me.

Abigail nodded. 'It was only him, Jimmy, I swear. He was the only one that I've ever...'

'But you were going to do it again... You were going to fuck him again, only this time there would be two of them!'

Abigail didn't answer, there was nothing to say. In spite of Abigail's infidelity I felt responsible. If I hadn't doubted her in the first place, and it appeared that my doubt was originally unfounded, then none of this would have taken place. If I hadn't put the temptation to Abigail, almost rubbed her nose in it, then we would still be emotionally intact and our marriage complete. I looked into the desolate eyes of my beautiful wife. I still loved her.

What a huge fucking mess.

******

Where do I take them now? Reader's suggestions needed.



Texted Masturbation



"I have been getting off twice daily for about a week. I moaned loudly for you tonight."

The text message was sent. I have been thinking of him more and more lately -- my long distance lover. 

A small smile crosses my face as I read his text back and I relive the masturbation in texts for him.

It was a game we played. Nothing concrete but fantasies, voices over the phones, electronic bits flying, temporary relief, and perhaps in the end, a broken heart.

My fingers, which are still scented of my cum, fly across the keyboard in an attempt to portray the desire he arises in me while fantasizing he is just as turned on and masturbating to my tale.

My flesh felt on fire with lust as my mind raced, thinking of our shared past. My nipples hardened and my cunt was starting to get wet. I pushed my hand through my hair and began to search for batteries. My vibrator would need some.

Loading my toy with batteries, I take the time to admire it, this one I've had for years. It was about six inches long, clear, with delicious bumps along it for both pleasures on the clit and deep inside of me. Taking it with me, I set it on the bed and took my clothes off slowly. In my mind's eye, I saw my perky 36C breasts, my nipples instantly harden to my desire and to the cold. I gave them both a pinch before taking off the rest of my clothes. Getting under the blanket, I pulled my toy close and turned it on.

Its vibrating head slithered down my torso, igniting a small moan from me. I lick my toy before paying more attention to my nipples. They are fully hardened now, soft pink, and jutting out no less than inch. The wet vibrator encircled one nipple while my hand pinched and pulled the other one. 

My cunt was getting wetter and wetter, begging for me to touch it. I imagined his hands pulling one of my nipples while his mouth goes down on the other. His tongue plays tag and his teeth grazes, soliciting a loud moan from me. In my fantasy, my slit was rubbing on his thigh begging for attention while in reality, my hips buckled in jealousy.

My vibrator trailed down my stomach as my fantasy lover took small bites towards my clit, driving me mad. I wanted a release, he wanted to tease. My long legs are spread wide, my hips twitching as I felt his touch getting closer to my wet slit. My hand slid down from one of my knees and curved around my ass while my other guided my toy, my lover, towards my hardened clit. 

The vibrator's touch sent a jolt as it caressed me. Squeezing my ass, my distant lover takes my clit in his mouth and begins to suck gentle and hard, using his teeth to drive me insane. His tongue darted in between the folds of my lips and found their way into my hole, lapping up the juices. His fingers entered briefly and as the vibrator slides out, his mouth rejoined my clit.

I texted back to him. "The tease and the hard. Oh my."

He made no mention of his own pleasure but speaks to me in his whisper, telling me all the things he loves doing to me as his mouth continued to assault my sensitive clit.

My breath came in heavy sighs as I whisper his name -- make me cum. The vibrator obeyed by continuing circling my hard clit, slamming into my hole as I imagined his fingers were doing to me. My skin danced and my stomach clenched as I felt the orgasm approaching. My lover inserted three fingers and curved them, using his palm to set the guide in order to slam into me harder and harder. The bed shook and my cries for him became louder until I started to cum. I moaned a low loud moan, something more feral than I have heard in a long while. My clit pulsated while my cum was flowing out onto my toy, his hands. I laid there in the dark with my toy close to my heart and sighed, wishing he was there really.

I received a new text from him. "Just close your eyes and smile."

My response -- "Mmm, I bet it doesn't compare to the real thing."



Texting



Morgan waited until her boss was out of the office and down the hall a little ways before letting out an explosive breath laced with a few obscenities. The woman was insufferable, she fumed to herself, knowing that if she said it to her boss's face, she would be fired in an instant. That didn't stop her from ranting to herself for several long minutes. She was at the height of her rage when her cell phone beeped and began to vibrate on her desk. Snatching it up, she was prepared to lay into whoever was calling. Looking down at the small screen, she saw it was her fiance, Orlando, sending her a text message. With a small grunt, she opened the message.

>hi babe, I was just thinking about you and wanted to say I love you

She couldn't help but grin a little bit. Only he could make her feel better at a time like this by saying something simple and heartfelt. Feeling a bit better, she shot him a message back.

>and just what were you thinking about?

Setting the phone to the side, she went back to work on the report her boss had been so insistent on getting completed today. It wasn't going to be hard to finish, Morgan just hated having someone looking over her shoulder all the time. After a few minutes, her phone beeped again.

>thinking about that weekend we spent in bed. remember that?

She sat back and a smile crept across her face. How could she forget that particular two days? They had molested each other repeatedly, only getting out of bed to get food and go to the bathroom. Clothes weren't even considered the entire time. Morgan played with the collar of her peach colored blouse as a warmth began to spread itself under her short black skirt. Shaking herself out of the memory, she decided to have a little fun with Orlando.

>i dunno, can you give me more details?

Within mere moments, he replied.

>how about my making a sundae on you? ring a bell?

She sighed. Oh yes, she certainly remembered that quite well. He had used chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and cherries on her, then proceeded to lick every single bit of it off her body. By the time he was done, she was about ready to scream with the need for release. As she sat there lost in the reverie, her phone beeped in her hand.

>i want you to do something for me. can anyone see you?

Looking around, she could see no one within her sight line.

>no, why?

>take off your bra at your desk

She stared at the screen for a moment before realizing Orlando was wanting to play a game, and that night would be well worth whatever he asked this afternoon. She glanced around again and still could see no one, so she quickly pulled her arms inside of her blouse and, with a little manipulation, got the bra off and pulled it out through one of her sleeves. Dropping it in her purse, she could feel her nipples rub against the silk of her blouse and her nipples begin to harden. Knowing that anyone who walked in would be able to see her erect nipples atop her obviously bra-less size c breasts got her more excited.

>ok, done, now what?

While she waited for his reply, she tried to concentrate on her report. Every time she moved, however, she felt her breasts swaying and couldn't help but think of his hard hard body. Images of the way moved over her came unbidden to her mind. Warmth flooded through her lower body. When her phone beeped again, she was ready for it, but not for what he asked next.

>all right, now the panties

Shock rolled through her as she considered what her wanted her to do. She could almost see a smirk on that sexy face of his as he typed the message into his phone. Setting the phone down, she slowly looked around the office and saw no one. Just as she was about to reach under her skirt, though, there was a knock at on her office door. Morgan jumped as if she had just been nailed with a cattle prod. She turned to see her coworker, Trent, standing in the doorway. She swallowed a nervous lump and asked what he wanted. It only took a moment for her to answer his question and, as he walked away, she wondered if he could tell something was going on. She knew he could tell that she was no longer wearing a bra, as she caught him several times staring at her hard nipples.

The excitement of almost getting caught had her pulse racing. With one last check of the area around her. She quickly reached under her skirt and skimmed off her underwear, noting the small wet spot that had begun to form on the crotch. She balled them up and stuffed them into her purse before anyone could see her holding them and ask embarrassing questions. Spreading her legs a little, she could feel the air blowing across her rapidly swelling lips. She sent a message back to Orlando that it was done, and silently thought that it was a good thing that they both had unlimited texting on their phone plans. As she sat there waiting for his reply, she felt her juices flowing and knew if this kept up, she would have a wet spot on her chair. But she didn't care at the moment, the thrill of playing this game made her more daring.

>imagine this: you're lying in bed, blindfolded and tied to the headboard with a silk scarf. You're wearing nothing at all.

Ok, this was new. She let the image come, mentally feeling the silk on her wrists binding her to the head board, the blindfold obstructing her sight. She didn't have to wait long for the next message.

>as you lay there, you feel something tickle across your breasts and know it's the feather I had earlier

Her breath hitched in her throat as she fell into the fantasy. Her already stiff nipples ached from the thought of being teased that way. She squirmed in her seat as her center became more heated.

>the feather trails it's way over your breasts and teases your nipples, then moves down to your belly

Morgan quickly glanced around and that there was still no one that could see her. She pushed her chair up as close to the desk as she could so no one could tell what she was doing, and slipped a hand under her skirt, running her fingers over her damp slit.

>it tickles your belly button for a second before going further down, brushing over your pubic area

She had to bite her lower lip to suppress the moan that was trying to escape her throat. In her mind, she could see herself straining against the scarfs as the tantalizing touch of the feather danced across her skin. Her fingertips slid across her now soaked lips.

>your legs spread as I take the feather across your clit, and you moan in pleasure. The feather disappears, only to be replaced by my tongue

With that, she slipped one fingertip up and rested it on her nub, rubbing it and feeling the beginnings of an orgasm building within her. She leaned forward on the desk, her free hand rubbing her breasts through her blouse. She couldn't take much more, and had to have release. He sent her a question next.

>are you wet?

She almost had to laugh at that. She knew that he knew she was.

>hell yeah

>are you playing with yourself?

>yes, i'm about to come

>don't, I want to see you come later

With a groan of frustration, she pulled her hand out from under her skirt. Pushing her chair back, she considered all of her options, finally deciding on the one that seemed to be the best. She gathered up all her belongings and straightened up her desk. Grabbing the phone, she called her boss, making up an excuse that she wasn't feeling well and needed to take a sick day. She managed to beg off the report for one day, promising that it would be finished the next day. That being done, she headed for the front door and home, a clear plan of intent in her mind. On the way to her car, she texted Orlando that she was heading home. Within moments, he replied he was on his way as well.

Once she was in the car and on the road, she couldn't help herself and pushed her skirt up to slip a finger into herself. Her juices coated her fingers as she desperately tried to stay under the speed limit. The rumblings of her climax threatened to overwhelm her, but she managed to maintain enough self control not to give in.

As soon as she pulled into the driveway, she was out of the car and heading for the door. Once she was inside, clothes began to fly as she quickly stripped down to wait for her fiance. She didn't have long to wait. Within minutes, she heard his car pull into the driveway, and a fresh flood of juices answered her need. When the door opened, the first thing he saw was Morgan standing there nude, and she reached out to grab him. Slamming the door, she pushed him up against it and molded her body to his, crushing her lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss. His arms came up and his hands stroked up and down her back as their tongues intertwined. Her hands dropped, slipping in between their bodies, to work his belt loose ad unbutton his slacks. She slid a hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. The skin felt hot and smooth against hers. Using her free hand to finish unzipping him while softly stroking his rod, she worked his pants and underwear down over his hips an they pooled at his feet.

She released his mouth from hers and dropped to her knees in front of him. Licking her lips, she greedily eyes his manhood pulsing before her. She admired the graceful curve, the mushroom head, the veins tracing their way up the shaft. With her hand still on his tool, she gave into temptation to taste him, and began to lick the bottom and sides. While she licked and nibbled, his hands found their way to her head and fisted themselves in her hair. Her free hand slid upwards to his lower abdomen and played over the ridges of muscle. Coming back up to the tip, she opened her mouth and took the head in. The smooth skin slid over her tongue and she could taste the barest trace of his pre-cum. That little bit ratcheted up her excitement even further, and she began methodically moving her head back and forth. As she bobbed her head, she swept her tongue along the underside, paying particular attention to the ridge just behind the head. She would run the tip of her tongue along it, then sweep back up to dip it into the hole of the head. Orlando groaned in sheer pleasure, looking down at her naked form.

Letting go of the base of his shaft, Morgan dropped he hand to gently roll his balls in her fingers. His sack hung low and she loved the velvety smooth feel of it. She stooped running her tongue along the head and sank his entire length into her mouth. His shaft tickled the back of her throat and she fought down the momentary urge to gag, knowing that he loved it when she deep throated him. Glancing up, she saw that he had undone that buttons of his shirt and it hung open, exposing that beautiful, masculine chest of his. She also saw him looking down at her, the unbridled lust filling his eyes. With one hand on his nuts, she slipped the other hand between her legs, cupping her sex. The wet heat pulsed from her as she slipped first one finger, then two, into herself, and used the pad of her thumb to rub her clit. The moan that came deep from her as she took his shaft deep again sent vibrations through him and made him jump.

Finally, he he pushed her away, knowing much longer and he would lose his load. Orlando grabbed her by the arms and dragged her to a standing position, claiming her mouth for his own again. Quickly kicking off his shoes, he stepped out of his pants and underwear, then shucked off his shirt while using one toe to peel off his socks. All the time, his mouth stayed on hers, his tongue dipping into he mouth over and over. Leaving the clothes where they fell, he steered her into the living room and threw her on the rocking chair that sat in the corner. Kneeling before her, he lowered his head and took one of her rock hard nipples in his mouth. Her back arched up and he began to devour her breasts, first one, then the other, before moving his way down her stomach. He took a moment to enjoy her belly button before going down even further.

Once he made it to the place between her thighs, he took a seat on the carpet and put her legs on his shoulders. Just as she did with him, he stopped to admire her. The thin strip of hair at the top, the silky, shaved lips plumped out from her arousal, her clit peeking out from under it's hood, begging him to taste it. Leaning in, Orlando took her hips in his hands to steady her and swept his tongue from the bottom of her slit to just underneath her button. Morgan threw her head back as the sensation flooded through her, but the need for release almost made her scream. He drew his tongue all over her swollen lips, then finally settled on her nub. With a gasp of pleasure, she reached down and set her hands on his head as it moved between her thighs. Sucking her clit between his lips, he flicked his tongue over it and held tight to her hips as she started to squirm underneath his oral ministrations. Higher and higher his tongue drove her until she stood in the edge of the abyss, teetering. With one last, light shove, he pushed her over the brink.

With a cry of delight, her climax broke loose inside of her, the ecstasy blooming and overtaking her senses. Her body began to shudder and shake as the orgasm she had been denying herself the entire afternoon finally came in being. Wave after wave tore through her and her sight became blinded to all but the fireworks exploding before them. Her hips bucked back and forth and she bent over almost double in the chair. Just as soon as one would start to taper off though, another orgasm took it's place. Sweat broke out all over her body as she quaked, riding the tsunami that her climax had become. Her thighs tightened around Orlando's head as he continued to lap away at her love button. Finally, she she began to calm down and her legs released their hold on his head.

Sitting back for a second and getting to his knees, he kept a hold on Morgan's hips and pulled her forward so that she was sitting on the edge of the chair. The aftershocks of her multiple orgasms were still rilling through her when he tipped the ricking chair forward and, with a single thrust, drove himself all the way into her. The sudden shock of him filling her made her eyes widen and a gasp flew from her lips. She reached around him and her nails dug into his back. He kept his hips completely still and, gripping the arms of the chair, began a ricking motion.

Morgan could not believe the sensations flowing from the way the chair moved. This was a completely different experience. Her head swam with the intensity of it. He slowly rocked the chair, leaning over to kiss her for a quick moment before dropping his head to suck on her nipples. She cried out his name again as she felt herself plunging towards another orgasm. He filled her senses with ecstasy. With a driving pace, he pushed her back and forth, lifting his head to watch her face. Her nails furrowed his back, but he continued on as if he couldn't even feel it. She leaned back in the chair and let everything go. She watched him as he watched her, and could tell from the expression on his face that he was getting close to coming. She reached down under them and played with his testicles, running her fingers over the silky skin.

Orlando's hips began to move in concert with the rocking of the chair, and his breathing became deeper. Morgan looked him in the eyes and asked him to come for her. That drove him over the edge, and he slammed into her repeatedly. The orgasm that had been building in her suddenly erupted, white hot alive. Dimly, she was aware she was screaming his name and his answering cries. Deep within, she felt him explode into her as he drove himself home one last time. The sounds of their orgasms echoed through the entire house. Slowly, they came back to reality, and Orlando slipped from her and fell back on the floor, exhausted. She got out of the chair and collapsed beside him, her arm laying across his stomach. They smiled at one another as they tried to catch their breath. From her purse somewhere in the room, she heard her cell phone begin to ring. Curling against her soon-to-be husband, she just let it go.



Texting



Jay came in from work early. He had been called in at three in the morning, so he was off at noon. It kind of screwed up the day but he figured he would find something to do. His Mom and Dad's car was not in the driveway so they must have left early for their visit with Grandma. That was good. It gave him the house alone until his older sister came in from work.

He opened the front door and took a minute to hang up his jacket and then walked across the entry hall to the living room door. One step into the living room and he froze with his mouth hanging open. Obviously his sister was not at work today. And equally obvious was the fact she wasn't expecting anyone to be home.

Janet was on her elbows and knees in the corner of the living room with her phone in her hand. The phone was plugged into the charger on the wall in front of her. None of that register at first because Janet was naked except for her heels and stocking hooked to a black garter belt. Her ass was pointed toward Jay and he was getting an eyeful of his sister's asshole and pussy.

Jay took a quick step back and hid behind the doorframe. All except his head, as he couldn't take his eyes off his naked sister's charms. He had spent a whole month a few years back trying to sneak a look at her naked but it had never happened. He had even hid a camera in her room but never got even a peek at her. Now here she was in all her glory. 

She was texting with someone and very into it. With a grin, he pulled his phone out and got half a dozen pictures. That should keep her memory fresh for a long time to come. Not to mention, keeping his dick well stroked. Then he grinned as the thought of possible blackmail crossed his mind. A handjob or even a blowjob would be outrageous coming from his sister.

He quickly put his phone on vibrate. He wouldn't want anyone calling and announcing that he was there. He squatted down and stared at his sister's asshole and pussy again. He had an even better view down low. There was not a hair on her sex and her anus was a darker pinkish brown than the rest of her ass crack. He licked his lips. He loved to eat pussy and to lick an asshole.

With a shiver, he started to crawl forward and then backed up. She'd have a screaming fit if she caught him even looking at her like this much less crawling up and licking her sex. Of course, he'd scare the hell out of her first, if she didn't catch him on the way.

Grinning, he started forward again. If nothing else, he'd get an even better look at her sex and asshole. Just one lick might be worth getting his ass chewed out and his face slapped. He was halfway there when she laughed and shook her head. He stopped and froze on the spot but her fingers were flying on the phone. He took a deep breath and continued.

The next time he stopped his nose was only inches from her asshole. He got his phone out of his shirt pocket and took three close-up pictures of her ass, asshole, and pussy. Her pussy lips were long and narrow and closed. Her inner lips were a ruffle up the center. He moved forward just a little and took a deep breath through his nose. He got a faint whiff of her sex under the smell of her perfume.

His mind was at war. Should he give her a lick and announce he was there or back up and get out of there with what he already had? He was still mulling it over when she laughed again and sat back on her heels. The problem was, his face was in the way. She gave a loud squealing yell and his tongue shot out and licked her asshole. The squeal went up an octave as she jumped forward.

Jay rocked back on his heels as she spun around on the floor. He was sitting up and she was still on her hands and knees as they came face to face. "What the fuck?" Janet yelled loudly, her eyes open wide at the sight of her brother.

With a grin, Jay replied, "Nice ass, sis. I'm just trying to figure out which picture I want poster sized for my wall."

Janet's mouth dropped open and a moment later worked but nothing came out. Finally, she yelled, "I'm going to kill you, you little asshole."

"Your little asshole tastes great and you might have a problem doing that. I'm not so little anymore."

Janet groaned and shook her head. "No one was supposed to be home," she whispered more to herself than anyone.

"I went in early, so I got home early. Man, talk about the luck of the draw."

Then it dawned on Janet what her brother had said earlier. "What pictures?"

He still had his phone in his hand. He wiggled it at her and she groaned softly. "Six from across the room and three very close-up ones."

She groaned again and laid her phone aside. "You need to delete those."

Jay laughed. "No way. I've always wondered what you looked like naked and now I know."

Janet made a lunge forward and grabbed at the phone in Jay's hand. He jerked it back and she missed. She ended up running into him, knocking him over on his back. She started crawling over him trying to get to the phone, which he had over his head as far from her as he could reach. His free arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down.

She struggled with him, still trying to get the phone. He held her in place and laughed. "You're not getting my phone."

With a deep groan, Janet stopped struggling and lay still. "So what will it take for me to get those pictures?"

"I thought about that earlier and several ideas came to mind but..."

Janet looked at him hard. "Yeah, I can just imagine."

Jay grinned. "After getting a lick of your cute little asshole, I might have changed my mind."

Janet's eyebrows went up and her mouth dropped open. "What... what... what..." she got out a moment later.

"I was thinking about a handjob or a blowjob but now..."

"Now what?" Janet asked in a hushed whisper.

Jay grinned. "Get back the way you were when I came in and find out."

Janet shivered. "I... I can't do that."

"Why not? It's not like I'm going to fuck you."

"But... but... but..."

Jay laughed. "There is that option but I think your asshole is virgin, if I'm not mistaken."

Janet groaned and nodded her head vigorously. 

"Who were you texting with?" 

"Uh, Marilyn. Why do you ask?"

"Maybe you should text her while I give you a good licking."

Janet shook her head wildly. "No way. I'm not what you would call quiet at the best of times."

"It's not like she can hear you," Jay said with a grin.

"Oh yeah, that's right," Janet said and blushed. "My fingers would be everywhere but where I was supposed to be typing."

"How much do you like getting licked?" Jay asked out of curiosity.

Janet blushed again and nodded. "I like it, believe me. Have you done it before?"

"A few times. Enough to know I love it."

Janet groaned and then whimpered softly. "I love it also."

Jay grinned. "Licking or being licked?"

Janet's eyes got wide. "You weren't reading over my shoulder, were you?"

Jay's eyes grew wide. "Maybe I should have been."

"It's never happened but..." Janet said and then blushed as she realized what she had said.

"Hey, I'd lick Marilyn in a heartbeat," Jay said with a grin. "Maybe we should double up on her."

Janet giggled and then laughed. Jay looked at her funny and she shook her head. It took her a minute or so to stop laughing. "Last weekend, she was supposed to get married. Gary stood her up at the alter and no one has seen him since."

"You're shitting me!"

Janet shook her head. "I was Maid of Honor remember."

"Uh, not really but what's she going to do?"

Janet gave her brother a hard look and then sighed. "Maybe I didn't tell you. I don't remember if I did or not. As for her, she cried her eyes out and then got mad as hell. Talk about a roller coaster of a day."

"Man, I'd hate to be in his shoes, if she ever catches up with him," Jay said and meant it. Marilyn had flaming red hair and a temper to match.

Janet grinned. "I offered to come over and cheer her up tonight and one thing led to another and then we were laughing about becoming lesbians."

"Uh, no. Bi maybe but not lesbians," Jay said. "Or at least I hope not. That would be a waste of both of you from my point of view."

Janet cocked her head and looked at her brother with different eyes. "You mean that, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, Marilyn's one sexy lady."

"Uh huh, but you said both of us."

"Uh, yeah, I did. You're sexy too, even if you are my sister. At one time I put a lot of effort into getting a look at you naked and now... Lets just say it was well worth it."

Janet grinned. "How about I set you up with Marilyn in trade for those pictures?"

Jay looked at his sister thoughtfully and then sighed. "I did want to get at least one lick on that beautiful pussy of yours."

"That would be so wrong in so many ways," she said and then she grinned wickedly. "But what if I accidentally sat on your face while I deleted those pictures off your phone?"

Jay groaned and nodded his head quickly. Janet laughed and pushed up on her arms, her legs straddling his hips. She sat up and then wiggled from side to side. Jay groaned again at the heat from her sex. It was scorching hot even through his shorts. Janet wiggled again and shivered hard.

"Is that what I think it is I'm sitting on?" Jay nodded quickly. "Damn, you're not little anymore, are you?"

"Uh, not really," Jay whispered and then groaned as she wiggled again. "But if you don't quit that, I am going to be really messy."

Janet chuckled and asked, "How messy do you think I am just thinking about sitting on your face?"

Jay grinned. "You could turn around and return the favor."

Janet shivered and shook her head slowly. "I'm not that into blowjobs. Now Marilyn, on the other hand..."

Jay chuckled. "Now there is the sister I love so much. You used to throw me under the bus with mom and dad all the time. Now you're throwing your best friend under there with me."

"Hey, it's a dirty messy job but someone has to do it sooner or later," she replied with a grin.

"The blowjob or throwing me under the bus?" Jay asked and then chuckled. "Somehow I have the feeling I'm going to get the short end of this." He handed her his phone.

She stared at it for a moment in disbelief and then switched it on. She swiped at the screen and tapped several times. A minute or so later, she groaned. "You did catch my best side in all its glory, didn't you?"

"You had it on display, so I did my best," Jay whispered. 

Janet looked down at him and then back at the screen. When she looked down again, she asked, "Why did you give it to me before I moved up to your face?"

Jay sighed. "I'm too nice a guy for my own good. I didn't want you to do it because of blackmail."

Janet looked down at him and grinned. "You know what they say about nice guys right. The bad boys end up with the girls and the good guys end up with the shaft."

"The story of my life," Jay said with a shrug. "The girls cry, bitch, and moan over the assholes and don't give the really good guys a chance."

Janet chuckled and came up on her knees. "I'll set you up on a date with Marilyn," she said and then grinned. "But first, I'm taking that tongue of yours for a test drive. I'd hate to throw her under a bus with a lemon."

Jay's eyes grew wide and then he grinned as he sister knee walked up his body and stopped with her sex directly above his face. Her slit was now parted and her inner lips looked longer and moist and shiny. He licked his lips as she slowly lowered her ass downward.

He wanted to reach up and grab her hips but her feet were over his upper arms, pinning them down. She paused about halfway to his face and grinned down at him. "I could be so mean and jump and run. So close but no cigar as they say."

"You're in the driver's seat," Jay said and stuck out his tongue to wiggle it.

Janet whimpered softly and lowered her sex another couple of inches. "That is so tempting," she whispered and then raised her hips an inch or so.

Jay grinned as he sucked his tongue back in. "If you don't do it now, you'll do it one of these nights. It'll work on your mind from now on. I can wait if I have too."

Janet grinned and whispered, "You are so right." Then she jumped to her feet and ran across the room toward the stairs. When Jay didn't jump up and chase her, she stopped and looked back at him. He was just grinning and looking at her.

She cocked her head to the side and smiled at him. "You really are a nice guy but you're still a loser," she said as she walked over to the table beside the couch and laid his phone down.

Jay laid on the floor as she turned and went up the stairs. He was watching the sway of her hips and the swing of her ass. When she disappeared from sight, he sat up and then got up to go get his phone. He sighed and stuffed it in his shirt pocket.

"Win some, lose some," he whispered as he went up the stair to his room.

*****

After a shower and a nap, he checked the messages on his phone. There was nothing of importance except the first one. He skipped over it until he finished the rest. The message was from his sister. 

He opened it and read: 

"You are such a nice guy and not really a loser. For your trouble, I've asked Marilyn if she minded you going out with us tonight. She said no problem. Also check the attachment."

Jay almost broke a thumb trying to get to the attachment. He grinned broadly as it came up. It was one of the close-up pictures of his sister's asshole and pussy. That was all that could be seen.

"Well, I'll be damned, she didn't throw me completely under the bus."

Then he looked at the picture closely. Her outer lips were open and the inner lips were fanned out over them. Her clit was plainly visible at the top of her slit. She hood was pulled back. This wasn't one of his pictures. He grinned and then laughed. Was it her or not? There was really no way to tell.

He saved the picture and whispered, "In my mind it will be."

As he stood up from the side of the bed, his left hand slowly stroked his hard dick. "Now, what does one wear on a date to seduce his sister's best friend?"