1 comments/ 14319 views/ 2 favorites Unpredictable By: BlaqueDiamond I caught my boyfriend of two years in my bed, in my apartment, fucking my neighbor Lupe. I don't mean some bitch that stays on my block. She literally lives one door down from me. I can actually hear this bitch fucking through my bedroom wall at least four times a week. I'm not hating or complaining but damn, I didn't think that at least one of the times I heard this bitch screaming 'Aye Papi' that it was my man that she was fucking. I didn't over react when I caught them. I calmly picked the lamp off the dresser and threw it at them. No, it didn't hit them directly. It broke against the wall causing it to shatter over their heads. Lupe screamed and then Damon looked up to see me standing there, arms folded and foot tapping. "Shit!" I hear Damon say. "Baby...wait..." "Lupe, if you don't get your ass out my apartment right now, I guarantee that the next thing I throw will you hit you dead in your pretty little Spanish head." I said to Lupe but kept my gaze on Damon. Lupe grabbed her clothes off the floor, flies out my bedroom and out the front door. "Leave my key on the dresser and get the fuck out." I tell Damon and walk out into the kitchen. Damon got dressed and then ran in the kitchen, talking that 'Oooo baby please, I'm sorry, baby I love you' shit, but I could care less. I just wanted his ass out. When he finally left, I went back to my room to clean up the traces of the encounter. I couldn't believe that he was fucking Lupe in my apartment, in my bed. Hell, she lived next door, why couldn't he just go fuck the bitch at her place? Oh well, it's over now, time to move on. It was a damn shame he had to fuck up because I had a hard day at work and I had really wanted some sex to get my mind off all the bullshit I been through. That's what I was thinking as I sat in my kitchen eating my cookies and crème ice cream. A new adult store did just open down the street. I could buy a vibrator and a movie, I thought to myself. I got up, put my jacket on and walked down the block to the store. I walked in and was impressed. It was a lot better than the places I used to get my porn from. This store wasn't dark, creepy and cramped like the one that used to be on Wells. The first aisle contained books and games. Second aisle had toys and vibrators. I stood there for a second, after saying hi to the cashier, a tall attractive white man with black hair, slicked back like some young Italian mobster. "You need some help sweetheart?" He asked me. "No thanks. I got this." I say smiling at him then turn back around to look at all the new variations of the Bunny. Ever since Sex and the City there have been too many different Bunny's on the market. I tried the one from Sex and the City, and it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Yeah, I got stimulated but not the mind-blowing orgasm Miranda had. I looked at this purple Bunny and this one moves in and out and not spinning in circles or that shaking thing some of them do. I grab it off the rack, deciding to give the Bunny one more try. "Found something you like sweetheart? Cuz if not..." he stands back with his arms out, presenting himself as an option. "I got what I need baby. Thanks anyway." I said. I walk down to the third section of the store, the Porn. I walk over to the "Black Section" and start going through the movies. As I'm looking at the back of a Jake Steed film, a bell rings indicating someone coming into the store. "Hey Mark! How you liking Chicago?" I hear the Italian say. "You know I love Chicago man. How are things here? Looks better than that piece of shit you used to have." Damn he sounds familiar, I thought to myself. I kept looking through the movies. I grab a Something about Jack DVD. I look at the cover for a second and put it back. I can't really get into Jack. I could care less how big his dick is. He's just too damn skinny and not all that good looking in my book. I find something starring Lexington Steele. I grab it and walk over to the counter and see this fine, tall, dark, bald head man with a goatee surrounding some sexy full lips talking to the cashier. "You find everything alright my Ebony Princess?" the cashier asked slightly bowing in my direction. "Yes I did." I hand him my movie and my Bunny. "What you got there baby?" His friend asked me. I look up at him and I know that I know this man from somewhere. "Just a movie and something to play with." I say, and he smiles at me and it's right then I know who he is. He's in quite a few movies I have sitting in my closet, Mr. Marcus. He didn't have one of those sexually suggestive names. He had his own trade mark that made him stand out in his porn, aside from his rough yet sensual technique. He usually wore a backwards baseball cap a socks in most of his scenes. He sees that I recognize him and his smile widens. Damn this man is sexy as hell. I really don't know what to say to him so I just turn back to my Italian Sweetheart. "Baby, how much do I owe you?" I ask him. "Nothing. I got it." Marcus says handing the cashier a few bills out his wallet. "No...you don't have to do that. I can..." "I know you can, but I want to." "I know you can, but really...I got this." I try to put my hand in my purse and he grabs it gently. "I got it Rick." He says then Rick, my Italian Sweetheart, rings up my stuff and hands Mark his change. I stop resisting. I don't know what he was thinking, but I was thinking that I couldn't have sex with him! He's been with over a hundred women; how the hell can I please him? "What's your name baby?" "Carmen." I say. "Carmen." He repeats and he's still smiling that sexy smile. "You got any plans tonight Carmen?" "You're looking at my plans for tonight." I say holding my bag up. "You think you can fit me into those plans?" Well damn... We hit the door to my apartment. He's kissing me, pressing his body against mines, one arm around my waist, lifting me up so that he's holding me up against the door. I wrap my legs around his waist and we're kissing not paying attention when Lupe walks out her apartment until she turns towards us and gasps. We both break the kiss to look in her direction. She stands in the hall with her garbage in her hand. I look up at Mark and he's smiling, trying not to laugh. I jump down and turn to open the door and we rush in. As soon as I close the door I drop my bags and he lifts me up again and walks down the hall, through the living room into the kitchen. He puts me down so that I'm standing in front of him. We both remove our jackets and let them fall to the floor. He has on a blue Rock A Wear sweat shirt and jeans. He takes a step closer to me, pulls my white v-neck shirt over my head revealing my black lace bra, then takes off his shirt. His thick muscular frame made me wet with anticipation. His arms and back were covered in tribal tattoos. I forgot about being intimidated by his experience and unbuckled his belt, taking his pants off as fast as I could, then I took my jeans off just as fast. "Baby just stand there for a second...you know you're sexy as hell?" he asked. I wanted to say that I didn't know until he told me, but I couldn't get a word out because this man was a whole lot sexier than he was in those DVD's sitting in my closet. The man was huge. He looked like he could play professional football. He had to be at least 6'4. He was standing in front of me in his black boxer briefs, his massive package ready to bust out. And I didn't want him to hurt himself or ruin his boxers so I politely slid them down then tossed them somewhere near the refrigerator. He's had enough of this looking shit, I think to myself and take off my panties and bra. He snatched me up and sat me on the counter. As we're kissing, my hand is between his legs, squeezing, massaging his dick, just amazed at it's thickness. He stops kissing my lips then moves down to my breast and damn it feels good, I arch my back and he puts his hands on my thighs spreading them, smiling before he dives down between my legs. God, I can't explain the things he did with his tongue, but my head started spinning. I held myself up with my hands placed on the counter; my head tilted back, hair sweeping across my back. My breathing was coming in staccatos. Before I could reach my climax he stopped and stood up. "You liked that?" I might not ever let this man leave my apartment. "Yeah I liked it, you got some more?" Instead of answering me, he pulled me to the edge of the counter then slid inside me all in one quick motion. I wasn't ready for that. I damn near screamed. It didn't hurt, but was unexpected. "Shit Marcus..." I manage to say after deeply inhaling from the shock of it. He was moving fast, but not like someone who didn't know what they were doing and this man definitely knew what he was doing. He filled me up and you hear women say that about big men but you never know what they mean until it happens to you. It's not even an in and out motion because it's never out. How can you explain something like that? Now I understand why those women go so damn crazy in those flicks. It's hard to keep your composure and try to look sexy while Mark is fucking you with a rhythm unlike anything you're used to. "God damn Marcus! How..." I couldn't even get the question out because he hit it even harder making me scream. I can hear him talk shit, all that 'You like dis girl?' and 'What's my name?' shit. I won't even lie, he was hitting it so damn good that I was answering all his dumb ass questions. "Hell yeah...Marcus...Marcus..." Once again, before I could climax he stops and pulls out. God damn, he's killing me! "Where's your room at baby?" I exhaled and slide off the counter and lead him down out the kitchen down the hall to my room. "Lay down baby." I command. He does as he's instructed and I can almost feel my confidence slip away as I straddle him. He reaches up and grabs my shoulders, pulling me down so that we're close enough to kiss. "Just ride it." He whispers, and then kisses me deeply. So I slide on and muster up every move I ever learned. This man has fucked too many bitches, I need to put it on him for real so he won't forget this shit. My confidence is back and I sit up and just work it. I'm moving my hips in circles and he's liking it, grabbing my hips, holding on tight, then starts guiding me, lifting me up and slamming me down and I'm losing control. Not caring how I move because his shit was so good that if I just sat on it I'd orgasm. Now I'm really calling his name and I know that bitch Lupe could hear my loud ass and that just made me even hotter and louder, hoping that I'm keeping her ass up. Without warning he rolls over and he's on top. He's grinding into me and I know that any minute that I'm going to cum. I wrap my legs around him because I'm not letting him stop again. I'm moving with him, meeting his every thrust until we both climax and the sound of him saying my name over and over. I fall asleep soon after I orgasm, though I tried my hardest not to. I wake up the next morning and of course he's gone. I didn't expect anything to come from it. It was what it was; sex. A one night stand and I don't regret a damn thing either. I walk in the kitchen to make my ritual cup of coffee in my black mug with the word DIVA in pink printed across the middle when I see a note on my. Damn Baby, I had a good time, sorry I had to leave, but I had somewhere to be. Some business shit. I got your number. I'll call you before I leave. I need some more of that good shit and that's for real! Marcus I read the letter over again thinking about how this man put it on me last night. Who would have ever thought I would meet my favorite porn star and actually take the man back to my place? I would have never predicted the shit. Unpredictable As she drove home from work her mind whirled with the possibilities. It was Friday night and she knew their teenaged daughter was out of the house spending the night with a friend. She would already be gone. Nights like these were notoriously...unpredictable. The evening could hold many things. He might want to lie around eating take out and watching movies, he could read one of his graphic novels that he seems to love, they might throw on some jeans and go out to dinner; and any or all of these could be followed by sweet love making. The kind where he gently caressed her face, kissed her softly, and stroked her skin like she was made of glass. But he could be so very unpredictable. Sometime, mostly when the house was empty but for the two of them, his hunger and lust grew restless and needed to be satisfied in other ways. She shivered a bit with the thought. It was far from cold but it didn't matter, when she thought of how he could be on these nights it didn't have to be cold for her to get goose bumps and shiver. Would he be waiting at the door to attack as soon as she was safely inside and out of sight? Would it be one of "those" nights? Or maybe he would get her inside, get her undressed and start to relax a bit; you know, give her a false sense of security before it happened. Nights like these she never knew when or what might happen...just when she let her guard down he could pounce on her. Then he might throw her on the bed, face down and hold her there with a hand buried firmly in her long curly hair. How he loved to use it to control her. With the other hand he might squeeze her ass, or put his hand in her pants while he pushed her legs apart with one knee so he could play with her pussy. Or he might use his unoccupied hand to spank her ass while she squirmed under him knowing there was really very little she could do. She could try to fight but she knew that only turned him on more. Still sometimes she couldn't help herself and she struggled. He would only hold her head more firmly, give her hair a good yank; it's hard to fight effectively with your head pinned down after all. Then he would expertly remove her pants one handed, and fighting him only seemed to make it easier for him to get them off. At this point he'd "help her up" so he could get her shirt off and next would come the leather wrist restraints. She might resist but his strength was far superior and she was really only wasting energy that she would need later. Eventually she would find herself tied firmly to the bed but usually only by her arms. He liked her legs free so that he could open, close, bend, or straighten them when the mood struck. And her body itself, such a traitor it is, at this point she would be flushed with lust and her pussy would be wet with her desire no matter how hard she might have fought him. It didn't matter because her traitorous body always told him the truth. She wanted, no needed, what he did to her on these unpredictable nights. She craved him with her body and soul...and it was obvious. Now that she was tied and helpless the fun could really begin. Again the uncertainty; the possibilities were endless, would he blindfold her or force her to look into his eyes while he used her body for his pleasure? Would he take out the floggers and beat her, daring her to close her legs without permission? Or maybe he would put the rubber bands on her nipples; that wasn't so bad...at first, but the longer they were on the more sensitive her nipples became. He would use that, sucking, biting, and pinching them until it became unbearable. Only then would he remove them. That was its own little torture; talk about adding insult to injury. Maybe after a little pain he would get out the toys and drive her a little more insane. The Blue Devil was one of his favorites with its wicked curve it would make her writhe and moan and beg for mercy or relief. But oh no, not yet, it was much too early for that, he would surely have more in store for her. He would just be getting started good. Maybe now he would put on the gloves, which would surely cause her to flinch because she knew what that usually meant. The lube would be next, rubbed onto her asshole, a finger slipped inside, a hint of what was to come. All the while her pussy saying what she could not, telling him all that he needed to know. Then he might use fingers, maybe the beaded toy but most likely, eventually the glass plug would be firmly in place. She would be unable to push that out even if she did want to. He'd turn his attention to other things again then. She was in deep now, her pussy would be throbbing; part of her craving release but part of her wanted to go on to see how far he would take her this time. Maybe hot candle wax dripped on sensitive parts making her scream with pleasure and pain. Maybe some confusion; one of those times he'd beat her and rub her clit with a vibrator at the same time, forever linking pain and pleasure in her already mis-wired brain. Unpredictable, yes these nights were nothing if not that. Most likely he would eventually penetrate her pussy with the huge rubber cock filling both holes so tightly that she feels she might burst. The stretching sensation is intense and when he starts to fuck her with the dildo she think she just might die. The pleasure, the pain, the intensity is just so much to take and he knows...he knows exactly what he is doing to her body and her mind. He knows that with every stroke he ruins her for all others. No other will ever know her body the way he does. No other will ever be able to coax her body to feel pleasure from pain and to beg for both. He smiles to himself because he knows she is his and only his. When finally she begs for release he will let her hold a vibrator; he'll release one hand so that she can come for him. Not once, no, one is never enough; he requires more. Sometimes he makes her come until she trembles and tears roll down her cheeks; until she is completely broken before him. Then and only then will he finish with her. Unpredictable, he may take the dildo out of her pussy and fuck her with the plug still firmly in her ass. Oh, he loves how she writhes and fights in this scenario. Or, he might feel particularly wicked and force her to say the words, to ask for what she often longs for but is too ashamed to talk about. "What do you want;" he'll ask and she'll try to avoid answering, "whatever you want." "No, tell me what you want!" This might go on for a moment but she will give in, she always does because her body betrays her, it makes her tell him what she desires, needs, and dreads all at once. "Please..." she will say, "Please what?" he'll ask. "You know." "Tell me what you want." "Please, fuck my ass." Then he'll grin at her and say "Good girl," position her and give her what she has asked for, what he made her ask for, until he comes grunting deep into her ass while she lays there in bliss and shame. She's driving into the driveway, getting out of the car. He's waiting inside for her and they are alone. It is one of those unpredictable nights. She picks up her bag and smiles to herself because she knows that no matter how unpredictable it might be they will both be completely sated when this night is done. Unpredictable Amber Authors note: The story is based on a real life incident. The names of the characters have obviously been changed, as has been the location. ***** I wasn't sure how it would turn out. Yes, I was hoping that something would happen during the weekend, but knowing my wife, it was unlikely that she'd go through with it. Often, during love-making, I'd describe a scenario where she'd allow another man to fuck her and it would really turn her on. She'd be right with me in the fantasy, having another man fuck her while I first watched then joined in, putting my cock into her mouth for her to suck. Sometimes, I'd even give her a name of someone we knew and she'd call his name, telling him to fuck her. But when we were not in the throes of passion and I broached the subject of a threesome with another guy or a girl, she'd pour cold water on the idea on both me and on the idea. Strange enough, my petite 38-year wife, Amber, enjoys sex games-but only with me. Whatever I suggested, she'd do it and quickly take to it like a fish to water-as long as it did not involve anyone else. She has a beautiful body that tans easily leaving her with a beautiful, golden complexion. On her petite frame her 34C tits look huge, but they are nicely balanced by a cute round butt that has a way of swaying with her hips when she walks. In fact it was the swaying motion of gorgeous gluteus that I first noticed about her when we met. It's hard to describe the sway, but it was more like rolling motion that left me wondering what it would be like to have my cock in her pussy and have her hips roll, twisting and grinding my cock until every ounce of sperm was drained from me, wrung out. I think every man who saw her must have had the same sensation just watching her walk in a tight pair of jeans. Aware of her gorgeous body, Amber loves being photographed. Of course, every chance I got, I'd photograph her naked. I'd even buy her some sexy outfits and have her pose for me. Photographing her was always like foreplay and we'd usually end up fucking. I'm convinced that she gets wet just having the camera aimed at her. It was the photographic angle that I was counting on to entice her into having a threesome with a close friend of ours. We met Tom nearly eighteen years ago when we first got married. Although maybe 10 or so years older than I am, Tom and his wife, Sally, are really dependable friends. From very early in our friendship I learned that Tom and I have the same desire-to see another man fuck our wives. We even spoke about the possibility of being able to fuck each other's wife. It was all fantasy though, because Sally, coming from a strict Catholic background, does not even like to hear public comments about sex. Tom tells me that Sally's fine talking about sex with him but always acts embarrassed if anyone else is around. Over the years, he has even managed to get her to pose naked for him. He's a pretty good photographer and a couple of years ago he and I began sharing photographs of our wives. Sally would kill him if she knew that I'd seen pictures of her beautiful Nordic tits and shaved pussy. Amber, on the other hand, is happy for me to show him pictures of her. She likes Tom, maybe in a big-brother kind of way, but she feels very comfortable with him seeing pictures of her tits and pussy. In fact, when she was pregnant with our first son, we asked him to take some pictures of her. For some reason she seemed to have more confidence in his photography than in mine, but it was not a problem for me. Tom came over with his old analogue camera and took some pictures using film. I was present most of the time and watched trying to get some tips. When I left to answer the phone, I later learned that he suggested to Amber that she take some showing her heavy tits. He told me that she did not protest at all and just took off her blouse and bra. I did not know that he had taken the shots until after they were printed. I was really kind of surprised when I saw them, but they were great. I got turned on knowing that my wife had shown him her tits and allowed him to photograph her. I know that Tom flirted with Amber every chance he got. She'd tell me about some of the sexy conversations they had on the phone and then we'd end up fucking and have her calling his name. But she wanted to keep it as a fantasy. I didn't, so I was looking forward to the New York trip. For some time now Amber has been talking about taking our nine year old twin boys to New York to see some of the museums and the Statue of Liberty. Living in Wilson, North Carolina, it was almost an eight-hour road trip and we had never bothered to make the effort. When we heard that Tom had to make a business trip there one weekend, Amber suggested that we could go with him. His employers were paying for his hotel suite in Manhattan so he was happy to have us stay with him. Sally didn't like to travel with him so there was plenty of room in the suite. The weekend finally arrived and I must admit that I was quietly hopeful. But like I said earlier, I knew my wife. We arrived early Friday afternoon, met up with Tom and had lunch before he had to rush off to a meeting. We spent the entire afternoon and evening out doing the rounds. By the time we returned to the hotel the boys were ready to sleep. Tom arrived a few minutes after nine. The boys were fast asleep in the one of the queen beds in the bedroom. Amber had kicked off her shoes and had settled on the sofa with a drink in her hand while she caught up on one of her favourite shows on TV. I say 'drink' but it was just a very low alcohol content wine because she cannot deal with anything above 3% before losing all her senses. As soon as Tom entered and saw her there, he said, 'Don't move. Hold that pose, Amber!" He produced his digital camera (he'd traded in his old camera a few years back), and snapped off a couple of shots. "Hey let me see those," called Amber. He showed her. "These are not bad," she said. I walked over and took the camera to see. "Mmmmm, I like the look of these," I told him. "You've got her looking like one of those Hollywood starlets about to seduce someone." "That's exactly what I saw when I came through the door," said Tom. "Let's try some more." With that he directed her to sit up, lean forward and look over her right should at him. He shot pose after pose, showing us what he had done. With her hair a little mussed up and the effect of the drink giving her eye a playful look, she looked really sexy. "Ok," said Tom, "lower your dress strap off your right shoulder. Pull it off over your right tit until the nipple shows; just the right one. Then give me the same sexy look you gave me just now!" To my surprise and excitement, Amber did not hesitate. She did exactly what he said. Bit by bit, he got her to remove her clothes until she was left only in her panties. By this time, I had a raging hard on. The atmosphere felt heavy with expectation. I looked at Tom and noticed the bulge in his pants also. He was feeling what I was feeling. We wanted to fuck Amber. I decided to move things along, so I joined Amber in her next pose. From behind, I cupped her tits in my hands and began to gently tweak her nipples. They felt like bullets. She gave a tiny intake of air that told me that she was getting really turned on. I kissed her neck and her ears and she gave a low moan that I knew so well. "Take off her panties," Tom commanded. I obeyed and she stepped out of them. Her recently waxed pussy was visible for Tom to see and I made sure by turning her to him and opening her legs. She did not resist. She pushed her butt out against the hardness of my cock and pressed hard against me. "Take off your pants, Bill" he said. "I want a shot of you putting your cock in her cunt. Amber, while he's getting ready, lay on the sofa. I want to see you finger your clit." She moved her left hand down to her pussy, her platinum wedding ring a startling contrast to her tanned skin, as she fingered her pussy, going for her clit. She playfully placed the index finger on her right hand in her mouth and sucked it, whilst looking at the camera. My pants were off in no time. So were my shirt and my underpants. My cock was almost sore with hardness as I moved to my wife's sopping pussy. Tom moved closer with his camera, taking shot after shot. "Just put the head by the opening, Bill" he told me. I knelt down, placed my hands behind her bottom and pulled her towards the edge of the sofa bed and positioned my cock by the entrance of her cunt. As soon as I made contact, she pushed herself forward even more so that the head of my cock sank into her. "That's it," said Tom. "Push it in. Fuck her!" I began fucking her, feeling the softness of her inner flesh, grip my swollen cock. The excitement of having Tom here with us as we fucked was intense. Amber must have been equally excited because she threw her hips at me as if she wanted to consume me. All it did was encouraged me to fuck her like a raging bull. We were caught up in a conflict to see who could destroy the other one by our sex. I was so intent thrusting in and out of Amber that I had almost forgotten about Tom, until I saw his naked body move close to Amber. He had put aside his camera and had taken off his clothes. It was clear that he wanted to do more than just take pictures. Tom bent down and began sucking Amber's right tit, while using his hand to play with the other. Amber opened her eyes and saw him. Her eyes showed some uncertainty, but when she reached out for his cock just managing to reach the head, I knew that she was game. Tom, feeling her hand on his cock, moved forward so that she could grasp it. She did and pulled him to her mouth, wanting to suck it. He eased himself up and obliged her. I glanced at his cock. Thank goodness it wasn't bigger than mine. Mine is a good size, but I didn't want her to start liking his cock over mine. She greedily began giving him one of her cock-breaking blow jobs. I saw him open his mouth in both surprise and pleasure. Apparently, Sally was not as skilled as Amber, but I still want to find out. The sight of my wife giving Tom the blow job of his life was almost too much for me. I knew that I could not last much longer, but I wanted to see him fuck her. I withdrew my cock from her pussy and told him to swop places with me. He did not hesitate and we quickly exchanged positions. Amber made no protest. Instead, as Tom took up his position between her legs, she reached for his cock and guided it into her gaping cunt. Breathlessly, I watched as Tom slipped his cock into my wife, filling her until he was up to the hilt. He slowly began with a slow rhythm, easing himself in and out of her, almost teasing her pussy which a few minutes ago was being plugged with my cock at almost an express rate of thrusting. Her pussy still wanted the hard, rapid thrusts, but he was taking his time. "Tom, fuck me harder," she cried, just like she did in our fantasies. He increased his rhythm, sinking his cock deep into my wife's cunt before pulling it out and then in thrusting in again. Amber reached for my cock and took it into her mouth. I was so near to coming that even before her expert tongue really got to work on me I couldn't hold back anymore. I felt the sperm swelling up from the very base of my cock and I knew that I had lost control. Even as the power of my ejaculation overwhelmed me, I gave myself fully to it and shot my load deep into the back of her throat. Expecting her to pull away and spit out my sperm as she usually did I was ready to extract myself but she held on, not letting me go. Unbelieving what she was doing, I watched as she swallowed my sperm for the first time in our marriage. My cock continued to spasm and she resumed her sucking with vigour until I couldn't take anymore. It was both an intense pleasure and pain at the same time. It felt as if my cock was about to fall off and I had to beg her to stop. She slowly let me slip my shrinking cock from her mouth and gave attention to having her pussy pounded by Tom. Tom had now found a rhythm that soon had her crying out with pleasure. I fell back on the sofa, watching him as he thrust his cock deep into her. His butt was like a hammer, forcing his cock into her sopping pussy with all his might. I watched as beads of rivulets of perspiration fell from his forehead, down his face and unto her belly. They seemed to represent the stream of sperm that I knew he would soon deposit deep into her pussy. For one moment I feared that he might make her pregnant, then breathed a sense of relieve as I remembered that Amber had finally gone unto the pill six months earlier after she got fed up of me complaining of always having to wear condoms. As Amber moved to match Tom's rhythm, she began talking to him again. "Oh, Tom, I love the feel of your cock in my cunt. Come, fuck your bitch! Yes, Tom, give it to me!" Her breathing was coming in heavy bouts now. She started panting and I knew she was getting very near it now. I reached across trying to access her glory hole with my index finger. Her juices freely flowed from her pussy so I used them to dampen my finger so that I could insert in into her butt. I wriggled it a bit forcing it into her butt and she gasped as it slipped in. I could feel tom's cock pumping her pussy and I began finger fucking her ass in time with his rhythm. With the dual penetration pleasuring her, Amber soon cried out, "Ahhhhhh, I'm coming! Fuck, I'm coming!" She was so loud, I was terrified she'd wake the twins and they would come out from the bedroom. I quickly withdrew my finger and moved to kiss her mouth. Tom didn't miss a beat. He just kept on thrusting into her pussy, his rhythm increasing with every thrust. His face was now contorted and I knew that her pussy muscles were gripping his cock, massaging it, wringing the life out of it, trying to extract the sperm as if her life depended on it. With a great effort, Tom stiffened, pushed his cock in to Amber's pussy as far as he could and shot his load into her. With a great sigh, he fell on top of her, exhausted. As he lay there, Amber put her hands on his back, gently cradling him and running her hands through his hair. She was content. This was her way of saying it had been a wonderful fuck. I just lay back, my cock limp and I watched, equally content having seen my fantasy fulfilled. After a while we got up and Amber took turns kissing both of us very passionately while reaching down with one hand to squeeze our cocks. She didn't say anything, except goodnight and grabbed her clothes and headed to the bedroom. I turned to Tom, gave him a 'thumbs up' sign, smiled and followed her. Amber had completely surprised me. Yet, I was uncertain if this was a one off, or whether she had reached a turning point. I knew I would have to wait to find out. Unpredictable Amber Goes Gardening It took me by complete surprise. We were in the early years of marriage and it had never crossed my mind. Perhaps it was because she'd clearly shown her disapproval when I was photographing her, and I'd nervously suggested she should open her blouse to reveal the swell of her 34C tits in her push up bra. In those early days, Amber balked at anything other than conservative clothing. Dresses and pants were usually a size larger to camouflage her delightful curves. Whenever I suggested showing a little cleavage or wearing tighter fitting pants, I'd hear the usual line, "I'm a married woman; I don't want men lusting after me". So I was almost knocked off my feet when she cautiously accepted the fuscia-coloured crop top I bought for her while away on a business trip. It had three buttons that opened so it could slip easily over her head. When Amber finally agreed to try it on, she made it clear that she wouldn't wear it outside the house. When she returned from the bedroom to where I was sitting in the kitchen, she had on the top. She looked good. As I took in the sight, I noticed the movement of her tits under the top and I knew she'd left off her bra. Seeing her delicious nipples protruding through the thin cotton, I felt my cock stirring. Gosh, she looked wonderful! I resisted as long as I could, just making small chat, but as soon as she turned her back to me, I moved from the table, walked nonchalantly across to her and placed my hands on her bare waist, leaned forward, gently kissed her neck and told her that I loved her and said that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She loved when I did that and began to luxuriate in my kisses as I raised my hands up, under her top to cup her delightful tits. The weight of a woman's tits have always fascinated me, and I love feeling them in my hands, as if weighing them. This move never failed. She pushed out her butt against my erect cock and begin to rotate her hips. That was just the start to a passionate morning of sensational sex. I first fucked her, just where she was, standing by the sink, facing the open window and looking out to the backyard. Afterwards, we moved to one of the chairs in the kitchen where I sat naked, and she impaled herself on my cock! Later, she asked, "What turned you on so much this morning?" I told her that it was seeing her in the top without a bra and that I had imagined seeing her wearing it outside. "Do you mean that it turns you on if other men see me wearing this without a bra?" She asked. I nodded. She looked at me, giving me a look that seemed to ask, "Do I know this man?" Finally, she said, "I don't know, but I'm beginning to think that there's something wrong with you!" With that said, she left the subject and the room. Clearly I'd blown it. The only consolation I could muster was the memory of the old pensioner from the house overlooking our backyard peeking through his curtains and down into our kitchen as Amber rode my cock, oblivious to his gaze. I wasn't sure, but it even looked like he had a pair of binoculars. One of the benefits of working mostly from home is being able to manage my own time. So, five days after our Sunday morning fuck, Amber called from the hallway and asked if I wanted to drive with her to the town center. "Give me 15 minutes to finish up and I'll join you," I replied. I'd been up early trying to finish up a report to send off to my office before noon. I knew what Amber wanted. She had been working for a couple of months at a small law office in town but had recently quit, wanting to move into the career she was trained for. She'd arranged to drop in to collect her final paycheck and say goodbye to a couple of the girls she had worked with. She wanted me to accompany her so she could show me off to them-at least that's what she told me. I was happy to play along. As promised, fifteen minutes later, I packed up and left my home office. She was waiting for me by the front door. When I saw her, I involuntarily stopped. She was wearing tight-fitting black pants and the fuscia top. There was an even greater surprise-she was braless! Of course her nipples were proudly pushing against the material. I think I must have gasped out aloud because she asked, "Are you ok?". She tried to look serious, but I had enough of my wits about me to realize that she was trying to hide a smirk. I blurted out something silly about being distracted and quickly reached for the car keys without commenting about her outfit. Throughout the fifteen-minute car journey into town, I kept on glancing at her blouse, not believing that she was not only wearing it out of the house, but she was braless! The resulting erection was almost painful because of my seated position. I kept wondering how I could hide it when we had to walk along the main road to the office. I had on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, but the shirt wasn't long enough to really hide my bulge. For her part, Amber was her usual self, chatting about finally working in her career after two years of being married and suggested some ideas as to how we could manage career and family when we finally decide to have children. It was as if she dressed like this every day. By the time I found a parking spot, my erection had subsided somewhat. We locked up the car and began the three minute walk to her old office. Amber continued chatting as we walked. I took a sideways glance at her tits and saw them happily jiggling beneath the thin material. Her nipples were now really poking through. I think she was as aroused as I was! Men of all ages passing by fixed their gazes firmly on her tits as they approached and realized that they were in for the best thrill of the day. Most guiltily avoided eye contact with me, but I didn't mind. It was just fantastic to see them enjoying Amber's tits, even though they could never touch them. It seemed as if Amber was beginning to realize the power she had through her tits and even smiled with one or two of the better looking men.. When we reached her office, she turned to me and said, "Why don't you wait for me here. I don't want the girls to get too jealous." I had no idea what she was planning. What happened to wanting to show me off? But who was I to argue after she had just given me one of the best thrills of my life? My suspicion that I am really turned on when other men see her charms had been confirmed as we'd walked to the office. She remained in the office for over ten minutes. I had begun to wonder what was taking so long when she finally emerged. I noticed that two of the three buttons on the blouse were undone, revealing a bit of cleavage. I asked what took the time. "Oh, I had to wait a bit for the check to be written and chatted with a couple of the old partners for a little while," she replied. The walk back to the car was as exhilarating as it had been coming from it. I was unashamedly aroused and made no effort to hide my erection. I even noticed a couple of women glancing my way. "I guess the old partners must have been speechless when they saw your tits", I teased as we neared the car. "Well, they seem to have difficulty looking me in the eyes," she said, smiling. "So, were any of them brave enough to ask you to give him a flash?" I asked. She shook her head, "No, they are too professional to say anything like that," she said smiling, "but, I did lean over old Mr. Garrick's desk." "Wow, you must have nearly given him a heart attack! What, he must be at least 70!" "Seventy-one, actually. But he was so kind to me while I worked there that I just thought, 'why not?' and opened two buttons on my top just before going into his office so that when I bent over, he'd get an eyeful of my tits. He hardly knew what to say. He just kept looking until he managed to get himself under control, look at me and began speaking. It must have been really hard for him because he was blushing so much." I could not believe that this was my wife, Amber, speaking. What had happened? This was not the woman I knew! I began to realize that she is clearly unpredictable and full of surprises. As we drove home, she continued, "I kind of felt sorry for him while I worked was there because his wife had died a couple of years earlier, and he was very lonely. Some of the girls would talk, saying how they'd catch him watching them, almost longingly. But none of them would even look his way because he's old. Poor guy, he still has feelings." "Sounds like you were ready to let him touch your tits and maybe even fuck you," I hesitantly suggested. "So, you're not satisfied with other men seeing my braless tits. Now you want me to let another man feel them and fuck me?" She asked, indignantly. "Well, you sounded as if you'd let him at least touch you." I responded. "I wouldn't have minded at all. In fact, it's been such a hot experience I feel like I'm going to burst my pants here." She remained quiet, looked at me then slowly moved her hand to my crotch and gently moved her palms over the length of my cock. It was almost painful. I needed to fuck her. I was dying to slip my cock into her wet pussy. My manhood was as parched as a desert. It needed the rich moisture of her succulent pussy. I was longing to feel the relief of her wetness as I pushed into her and felt the muscles of her pussy grip my cock and begin to massage it until I came. "Yes, I can feel it so hard!" She exclaimed. "Gosh, you are really aroused, aren't you? I bet you're even more turned on than last week when I first wore the top, and you fucked me in the kitchen." "Yep, today was powerful. Now, undo that last button because we're just arriving home and I'm going to fuck you like old Mr. Garrick wished he could have! "You want it in the kitchen again?" She asked. "Anywhere. I'd do it right here parked in the driveway, if you'd let me." She was out of the car and heading for the front door before I'd even switched off the engine. That all happened a long time ago. We had come a long way since then. In our love-making, we'd often fantasize about the time when she went into Mr. Garrick's office. While she wanted me to tell the story, she eagerly added bits to make it more erotic as we fantasized about him fucking her. However, she strongly resisted my suggestions about letting another man fuck her. That is, until our trip to Washington last year (see 'Unpredictable Amber') when our friend Tom fucked her in our first threesome, and the day after returning home when the piano tuner did more than simply tune the piano (see 'Amber and the Piano Tuner'). In the summer, Amber and I often walk around our quiet neighbourhood. We love walking, especially when our two boys were at summer camp, as they were on this occasion. She would always wear shorts and a very thin top, preferably white, with usually a mix of cotton and lycra. With the lycra, the top always outlines her gorgeous tits. One of her (and mine also) favourites is one that strongly hints at her brown areolas and fails miserably to hide her protruding nipples. Being white, it makes her old fuscia top look decent. We rarely see many people on our walk, but some sharper-eyed male drivers always slow down when they realize what they are seeing. Whenever we come across a man walking, we know she has made his day when we see his eyes open in disbelief as he counts his good fortune. One or two of the braver ones even stopped and made conversation, but they always struggled with eye contact! Occasionally, whenever I'm away, she has to walk by herself. On those occasions, she takes a shorter route that takes in a retirement village. She enjoys seeing the gardens with flowers. It was one of those times when I was out of town for a meeting. I'd hoped to get home in time for our walk, but I was running late. I called to let her know that I'd be late so she'd not wait around for me. Maybe it's best if Amber describes what happened to her on her walk. Amber: "I don't normally wear the white top when Bill's not with me, but since it was the only one available; I threw it on without a bra as usual. On my walk, I hardly saw anyone except in cars passing by. Although it was fairly cloudy, it was hot and humid. I was only ten minutes into my walk, and I was perspiring. Fearing that my top would become damp and a bit more transparent I decided to take the shorter route and walk through the retirement village. I like the retirement village because many of the seniors take good care of their gardens, and I admit that I'm a sucker for beautiful flowers. And there, right in front of me was a garden filled with some pink and some purple Gladioli. They were beautiful! I just had to stop and admire them because for some reason mine never seem to thrive. As I paused, an older man came through a door leading from his backyard and saw me admiring his flowers. Dressed in a plaid shirt and a pair of old Chino jeans, clearly his gardening clothes, he carried a watering can in his hand. "I love your Gladiolus," I called out to him. "Thank you, young lady," he replied smiling and walked over to where I was. "You like Gladiolus, eh? "Oh, yes" I replied, but I always have trouble with mine. What do you do to get these so beautiful?" I asked. "I give them a lot of tlc," he said. "You know, tender loving care. I have some red ones in the back; wanna to see them?" Without even thinking, I nodded and followed. For the next few minutes, we chatted amiably about the flowers and I got some great tips. I'd also introduced myself and learned that his name was James. He told me that he had lived by himself since his wife died three years ago. He was really sweet and kind and reminded me of my favourite uncle on the west coast. He didn't look anything like my uncle though. Uncle Paul was a bit overweight, but James looked trim for a senior. I didn't believe it when he told me he was 70. I thought he was somewhere in his late 50s or, at most, early 60s. The came out, but we just kept on chatting as we slowly moved around the garden. "I'm such a bad host," he suddenly exclaimed. "Here I am going on and on about gardening while you're baking in the hot sun, and I haven't even offered you a glass of water. Come into the kitchen while I get you some." "No, its not a problem," I replied, "I really should be on my way. I've already taken up too much of your time." I'd noticed that during the past few minutes, James had been sneaking glances at my tits. I'd completely forgotten that I was wearing the thin white top. He wasn't the only one sneaking looks though because I had sneaked a couple of glances at his pants and noticed that he had a growing bulge. Gosh, he was getting a boner because of my tits! "I'll not hear of you leaving until I give you something," he insisted. "Come this way." I don't know why, but I followed him into the kitchen where he took a bottle of water, poured it into a glass and handed it to me. I took a sip. He was right; it was just what I needed. I hadn't realized I was so thirsty. I must have been feeling nervous because I moved the glass to my lips far too quickly and spilled water not just in my mouth but down my neck and unto my chest. I felt stupid as I looked down at myself. Talk about a wet tee-shirt! My right tit was now clearly visible through the thin wet material. I had not intended this at all. Seriously, it was an accident. I sheepishly looked up from my tits to see James almost bugged-eyed, staring at me; his mouth open. "I must leave," I stammered, putting down the class and turned to go. "No, please don't go," he said. "You can't go on the street like that. Stay here and let it dry. With this heat, it'll be dry in no time." He was right of course. I turned back and faced him, not knowing what to do. He remained frozen to the spot. I immediately noticed that his cock had clearly made a tent out of his pants now and his eyes were feasting on my tits. I was clearly having a serious effect on this older guy. The situation reminded me of years earlier when I had opened the top buttons on my blouse for my old boss in the law firm to look down my cleavage. I remember how wet I got then when I realized how much Mr. Garrick was excited. I clearly remembered the day. I had never told Bill exactly what happened, but when old Garrick involuntarily began licking his lips at the sight of my tits, I'd slowly opened the other button, removed my top and leaned over his desk, topless. Old Garrick had slowly reached out and tentatively touched one, then the other. Realizing that I was wasn't pulling away, he became more confident and began to enjoy them. When I told him he could suck them, he didn't hesitate but leaned forward and eagerly began sucking them. That's why I took so long in the office. Oh, I had also got a good bonus on top of my wages as well. Now, that Bill is reading this, he now knows the full story. I could feel the growing dampness between my legs. Smiling, I said, "I see that you like what my husband likes." He blushed, and began to apologizing. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare! It's just that you have such beautiful tits. I can't help myself!" "Don't apologize. I don't mind. It's a compliment," I replied. He breathed a sigh of relief. "I haven't seen any real ones since my wife died." "Let me fix that for you," I said, lifted the top and took it off, giving him the perfect view of my tits in the flesh. His mouth dropped open. He took a deep breath then exclaimed, "Ohhhhhh, fantastic! Can I touch them?" I was feeling very adventurous. Other than old Garrick, I had never cheated in any way behind Bill's back. I was a little scared, but very excited. What would Bill say? But, then again, he was happy for Tom and the piano tuner to fuck me. Clearly, that was a green light. Meanwhile I was enjoying the attention this older, attractive guy was giving me. "Consider them yours right now," I whispered, not quite believing that I said it. He touched my tits gingerly. I felt my nipples hardening and I could feel my cunt begin to throb, almost as if it had its own heartbeat. When this happens, I just need to feel a cock in my cunt. I knew that I wanted James' cock in me. He leaned forward and, with his tongue, began tasting my nipples, caressing them, one, then the other. The feeling of his warm breath on my exposed breast caused me to long for him to take it all into his mouth. When he did so and started sucking, the feeling of his mouth on my boobies just caused me to be turned on even more. My pussy was well on its way to be wet. I reached out to feel his cock, and he straightened up to allow me access. His cock was rock hard! I didn't realize that older guys could get such hard erections. "You caused this," he said, smiling. I rubbed my hand up and down the shaft and he groaned in pleasure. "You like?' I asked. "Maybe you'll like this even more." I knelt down, pulled down his zipper, reached in for his cock and took it out. It was about seven inches long and fairly thick. I couldn't wait to taste it. I used the tip of my tongue to tease around the head of his cock, doing exactly what he had been doing with my nipples. Bill loved when I teased him this way so I guessed that James would be no different. I kept on teasing his cock with my tongue, and he kept pushing his hips forward, urging me to take it all in my mouth. I gladly obliged and took his manhood into my mouth. He gasped, and I felt him stiffen. I began sucking him. I tightened my lips around his cock and swirled my tongue around it as I sucked. Gosh, I love sucking a cock! I felt wanton. It's as if my experience with Tom and the piano tuner turned on my sexual switch. From the sounds he was making, I knew he'd cum soon. I wanted this cock in my pussy, but I'd have to wait because I just knew he'd cum pretty quickly after all this time without pussy. I reached for his balls with my left hand while slowly jerking him off with my right. I felt him stiffen some more, and I knew he was about to shoot his load. I looked up at him. His face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, mouth open, eyes close and red-faced. I was about to pull my mouth away, but he came so quickly that I just let him fill my mouth with his cum. Unpredictable Amber Goes Gardening As he emptied his load into my mouth, I swallowed the salty cum. He groaned and wobbled a bit before sinking down unto a chair; his cock slipping from my mouth. I stood, found a kitchen towel, wiped my mouth of his cum and retrieved my glass of water and took a sip. I looked across at him. He was breathing heavily, slumped back against the chair, and his cock hanging limply in front of him. I moved to retrieve my damp top, but he called out, "It's not dry yet. Please, I don't want you to leave. Not yet. Just give me a few moments. I can recover!" It was unbelievable! This senior man had just had the life sucked out of him, and he thought he could get it up again to fuck me. Ok, I'd give him a chance. My pussy was still throbbing and I really wanted a fuck. I turned back, undid my shorts, pulled them and my thong down, and deftly stepped out of them. I stood naked, with my hands on my hips, looked at him and said, "Ok, perhaps this will help." As he appreciatively feasted his eyes on my firm 38-year old body, I sat on the edge of a comfortable chair opposite him, leaned back, and spread my legs so he could see my open pussy. I slowly traced a line with my fingers down to my split and began masturbating for him. As I touched myself, I was getting more and more aroused. I rubbed my outstretched fingers firmly over my pussy and pressed down on my clitoris. I gasped as I was hit by a sudden feeling of elation that flood over me and into my pussy. I've never been able to fully explain the feeling, but it's like a painful pleasure that demands to be constantly repeated. James looked at me, almost in disbelief. Perhaps he had never seen a woman masturbate in front of him before. "Is this the first time you've seen a woman do this?" I asked. He didn't answer. He simply nodded, stood and slowly undressed, all the time watching me. I was right, he had a fairly firm body. A bit of a stomach, but I've seen worse. I slipped my finger into my pussy and before I realized it, I was groaning. "Come here," I ordered. He came. "Give me your cock." He offered it to me as I leaned my face towards it and opened my mouth. I reached up with my left hand took his flaccid cock into my mouth, while still fingering myself. I wanted to give life to his cock. I needed it. I was going to do my best. So, I went to it and began sucking, teasing, trying to arouse him. Giving it my complete attention I left my pussy alone to see what I could do. For a while it seemed as if I was flogging a dead horse, then I felt it slowly began hardening in my mouth. I kept at it until it was hard enough for what I wanted. Moving my mouth away from his cock I asked, "Where is your bed? I need something comfortable under me" "Through here," he said, and led the way through a hallway to an open door to a queen bed. I sat on it, reached for his cock and holding it firmly, slowly began masturbating him. I wanted him firm. He let out a soft moan and, placing his hands on my shoulders, pushed me back unto the bed. I pulled myself up unto the pillow and opened my legs, ready to receive him. James climbed on the bed on all fours and came across my body. We were not into foreplay. We both knew what we wanted to do. I reached up to him, took hold of his cock and tugged it towards my wet pussy. With my left hand, I pulled the lips of my pussy apart so that he'd have clear access. Gosh, I was so turned on. I was holding my breath, waiting to feel the head penetrate my cunt. Then I felt the sensation as his cock made contact! It was like electric bolt shouting through my entire body and I thrust my hips up to get his cock into me as quickly as possible. I needed it in as a junkie needed his fix. I was so excited. Then he was in. I could feel him pushing the entire length of his cock into. Ohhhhh, the feeling was fantastic! I knew I was in for a good fuck because he had already shot his load and it was all about me now. I began to slowly move my hips, urging him to move with me. "Fuck me, James!" I whispered, as if someone in another room would hear me. "Be a good man and fuck me hard. Show me what you've got!" James needed no further encouragement. He began a slow rhythmic motion of almost pulling his cock out completely before driving it back into me again with a firm thrust. I could not believe a man his age could do this kind of thing. He was powerful! And so we fucked. Skin to skin we fucked, sweat running between our naked bodies as we rocked together in our rhythm. Sometimes, he'd slow way down, almost teasing me, then when I begged him to speed up again, he'd ride me like he wanted to end his life fucking me. But with every thrust, I was in ecstasy as I felt the hardness of his cock rubbing against the inner walls of my pussy. When I'm being fucked, it's as if all the nerves in my body direct their sensitivity into my pussy. It's like my pussy attracts every pleasure center in my body into it, making it the greatest area of concentrated pleasure in my body. As we fucked, I began to feel like I was on the most sensational journey that had no end, but somehow was going to come to an end because a crescendo was forming. I was on a journey like a drug-induced high that increases to levels of indescribable pleasure, something that has to be experienced to understand. I was moaning and grunting each time James thrust into me. I tried to match his thrust with mine, ready to receive him. As soon as his cock made contact with my clit, the intense pleasure multiplied, and I felt as if I were about to fall over a cliff. I don't want it to stop even as I was rushing towards my climax. My breath came in pants and spurts as I got nearer to my orgasm. It was almost painful. My pussy muscles involuntary began tightening around his cock, squeezing it as he rhythmically thrust and withdrew. All my energies were directed to the feeling within my pussy, and I twisted my hips from side to side, trying to hold unto his cock to sustain the intense pleasure I was experiencing. I was on the edge. Closer, closer...closer...then I was coming! I cried out, "Oh, oh, I'm here, fuck me, I'm coming!" I felt my pussy, no my entire my entire pelvic area, contracting and I was lost in abandonment. I'd gone over the edge! The orgasm washed over my entire body from the top of my head right down into my toes, causing them to tingle. I felt as if I'd been transported to the stars and back. James, slowed down, as I came. I felt him tense and then I know he was about to cum as well. With almost a soft groan, he cried out , "Ahhhhh," and then slumped on top of me, exhausted. I knew that he had just trickled having cum earlier, but I was very content with him. We were both spent. As I felt the comfort of his weight on me, my pussy was throbbing, and it seemed as if a tightness had been undone. I breathed deeply, almost breathless. James was soon snoring, and it reminded me that I needed to leave. Bill was bound to be home soon. Bill. What was I going to tell him? Bill: Amber told me entire story. When I arrived home she was not there so I guessed that she'd gone for a walk. However, after nearly two hours she had not returned. There was no point calling her cell because she doesn't take it with her when she walks. Just when I decided to go out and walk the route we usually took, I saw her turning into our driveway. When she came in, I immediately noticed there was something a bit different about her. She was wearing her thin white top that she only wore when we walked together. Also, her hair seemed a bit unkempt. It was when she came through the door, and I hugged her that I knew something was up. She smelled like someone who had been having sex. Could that have been the case? I kissed her gently on her lips and, yes, I was sure I could smell cum. "You won't believe what just happened, Bill," she said. "Remember the first time I wore the fuscia top and old Mr. Garrick got a view of my tits?" And she told me everything. As she did, I became more and more aroused, and I knew that we'd take the short route through the retirement village to see James's Gladioli together pretty soon.