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Cheating

By: dustt10



"Brad," Tony called out in a whisper as he neared his friend asleep on the couch. Passed out on the couch was more like it. "Brad, you awake?" Tony asked a little louder now to the unconscious form below him. Brad's girlfriend Theresa walked softly into the dark living room and joined Tony in front of the couch. "Brad, wake up." Tony tried one more time even louder now and gently shaking him. Brad offered no response and continued sleeping.

"You see?" Tony asked as he turned to Theresa, who watched silently, "he's dead to the world. He'll be passed out until tomorrow afternoon."

"OK." Theresa relented as she turned and walked down the hall towards Brad's medium sized apartment bedroom with Tony following close behind her.

It was almost two thirty in the morning now, the three had gone out to a couple of clubs that night where they had been drinking pretty steadily since 9. Tony had taken a few days off from his job and came down from NY to visit Brad. The two of them had been friends since high school and had become roommates in college, which was where Brad had met Theresa in his junior year. Brad and Theresa had been going out for nearly three years now and were still getting along well in the relationship, the occasional fight happened here and there but nothing too major. Brad was quite attractive at a fit 5'10" with medium cut dirty blonde hair; he had done quite well with the girls in college and developed a bit of experience with the opposite sex before settling down with Theresa. Theresa was more than a little attractive herself with a tight body developed through years of dancing, which was her major, a gorgeous face and long blonde hair that reached beneath her shoulders. Together they were a very attractive couple.

Brad graduated the past summer and was able to find a good job in an area close to where Theresa was finishing up her last semester and they hung out fairly regularly. Tony graduated the same time as Brad and had moved up to NY shortly after that for a job he was offered. He was about two inches taller than Brad at 6' even with short brown hair. He was a slight bit over his ideal weight and not quite as good looking as his friend, but he was completely outgoing and his offbeat sense of humor helped him to land an OK number of girls. Tony and Theresa got along well also, Tony was always playing around and flirting with her, but that was generally the way he was with everyone else.

This night they had stayed in the city after going out for dinner and proceeded to get hammered. Brad had gone to the bar to pick up what was probably the group's eighth round when he was grabbed by the arm. He turned to see a pretty, obviously drunk, brunette in a short black dress smiling at him. "Hey, you're kinda cute." she slurred out, "come dance with me and my friends." Brad smiled and followed her as she dragged him to the dance floor. Her friends were out there too, a couple dancing with guys, the rest dancing with each other in a circle. He wasn't that good of a dancer but that didn't matter much since he just needed to sway with her as she pushed drunkenly against him. They almost got through an entire song before he was grabbed again by the arm, but this time more forcefully. 

He turned to find a furious Theresa, "What are you doing?" she demanded angrily, pulling him back to the table. "Nothing!" he yelled back, "Jesus! Relax!" he was a little peeved at being pulled around like this. Theresa sat back down with a surprised Tony at the table, her arms folded across her chest. Brad took the offensive, "Fuck this! Let's just go." He left the table and the bar without looking to see if they were behind him.

"What happened?" Tony asked Theresa as she was getting up and putting on her jacket to follow Brad. "Nothing, lets just go get him before he leaves without us." she answered. They hurried to catch up with Brad and finally reached him as he got to the car.

The car ride back had been stony silence as Brad managed to get the three of them back to his apartment with a minimal amount of weaving on the road. Again there was no conversation as Brad opened the door and plopped down on the couch in the living room and Theresa stormed quickly to his bedroom and shut the door. "Bitch." Brad slurred as Tony sat down on the other couch along the side of the room. "She's always such a frickin' moron when she drinks." Brad continued.

"Ah, you guys are both idiots when you get drunk." Tony shot back as he took off his over shirt, shoes and pants. This was the couch Tony had slept on yesterday and he was making himself comfortable as he turned on the TV. Brad followed suit, still complaining about Theresa, as he stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers and lay down. There was no way he was sleeping in his bed with Theresa tonight he thought to himself. Brad continued to complain off and on about his girlfriend as they lay there in the dark room watching TV. Tony occasionally responded back with cracks.

They were silent for about ten minutes still watching the tube when Tony first heard Brad's breathing reach the regular consistency where he knew his friend had fallen asleep. The TV volume was pretty low and Tony was starting to feel a little sleepy himself, but he other plans in mind first. "Brad." he whispered and got no response. "Brad?" he tried again louder two minutes later also to no response. He waited another couple minutes and got up off the couch. "I'm going to the bathroom, Brad." he said to his obviously passed out friend and then walked down the hall past the bathroom to the bedroom. He knocked quietly on the door and twisted the knob, it was unlocked and he looked into the room lighted only by the television glow to find Theresa lying on the bed in a t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms. He came in and closed the door behind him.

"You guys," he said as he walked to the bed and sat down, "you are such trouble when you drink." "Maybe if your friend was more mature," Theresa shot back "there wouldn't be a problem. What did he think he was doing tonight?"

"Ohh, you're watching Titanic," Tony exclaimed, ignoring her question as he scooted up on the bed and lay down next to Theresa, hi arm propping his head up, "Leonardo is so dreamy." Theresa laughed and asked what Brad was doing. "He's passed out on the couch" Tony answered. "Have they had the naked scene yet?" he asked trying to steer Theresa away from talking about her boyfriend. He got closer to her and hugged her "playfully". She giggled and pushed him away lightly with her left hand. "Thanks for being nice tonight, though. He was a dickhead."

"Oh, so angry," he answered, "so tense." He grabbed her shoulders and massaged them. "Tony," she laughed out playfully, "get off of me." But she didn't stop him and he started to rub her back. She ignored the slight tingling sensation she felt between her legs. "I don't know why we have to fight all the time." she whined.

"Well maybe if you were more generous with these." Tony said as he reached his left hand across her side to softly cup her right 'B' cup sized breast.

"Don't" she said, but she was definitely laughing and moved his hand off of her breast to her belly, but left her hand there on top of his. "Oh, you know you like it." he said as he pushed his body completely against hers. He slowly moved his hand back up to her breast and lightly traced her now hard nipple with his fingers. Her hand was still on his but she didn't try to stop him. She let out a sigh as he simultaneously cupped her breast and kissed her neck. She slightly moved her head towards his and he kissed her full on the lips as he massaged her tits. He pressed his mouth harder against hers and she let his tongue into her mouth and licked it, prompting him to slip his hand under her shirt and feel her tits more aggressively.

"We shouldn't do this." Theresa said breaking the kiss after a few more minutes and pushed him away. "Brad will wake up soon." She said, not sounding at all convinced. "There's no way." Tony responded, sensing that she really didn't want to stop. "Look, I'll go check on him."

When they got back from checking on Brad passed out on the couch, Theresa sat down on the bed and told Tony to lock the door. Tony did so and went over and pushed her gently on the bed while kissing her. They lay down and wasted zero time getting back to what they were doing. Theresa let Tony remove her shirt and pajama bottoms as they made out. She was only wearing her red thong panties now and she quietly encouraged him, rubbing her hands over his shoulders and through his hair as he sucked all over her small breasts. When Theresa pulled Tony's shirt off of him, he knew it was time.

Theresa felt Tony tugging at the sides of her panties she raised her butt off of the bed to help him get them off. He pulled them off her ass and down her legs and tossed them over the side of the bed. She had put on her 'hookup' panties tonight but she could have never imagined who would be taking them off her. Theresa drew her legs up together partially obscuring her pussy from Tony's hands and eyes. "It's too late to be timid now" Tony thought to himself as he ran his fingers across the bottom of her stomach as he lay down next to her. They resumed sucking each other's tongues and he slowly worked his massaging fingers down her belly to the soft fur between her legs. She offered no resistance as he rubbed his fingers through her closely cropped perfectly trimmed pubic hair. She let out a sharp exhale as he worked first one, then two fingers between her pussy lips to her clit. Her eyes were closed as she moved her hips slowly in rhythm with his fingering of her clit, she was extremely wet by now.

He continued to kiss her mouth and neck as he took off his boxers and worked his knees between her legs, smoothly rolling on top of her. Theresa gave in completely and spread her legs all the way apart to accommodate him. Tony kissed her deeply on the mouth as he lay down on her and reached between her legs to guide the tip of his rock hard cock to her entrance.

Without further delay he pushed his hips toward hers, inching his shaft all the way in her cunt until his pelvis was ground against hers. Theresa closed her eyes and let out a long breath. Tony could not believe how easy it was to get in this little whore's panties. He slowly started screwing her and she softly met his thrusts. She was still slightly worried about her boyfriend waking up but was beyond the point of stopping. She hugged Tony and wrapped her legs around his back, resting her feet on his flexing ass cheeks. This was the first time she cheated on her boyfriend she was experiencing a little guilt that it felt so good.

He was loving the glorious sensation of her soft, warm, wet cunt hugging his naked cock as it slid in and out, and he was hoping that all of the alcohol he had taken in tonight would help to delay his orgasm. If he was sober he probably would have come by now, Theresa was completely hot and he was amazed that she was letting him fuck her. He also knew that with Brad and Theresa it had been months of using condoms before she let Brad in her without putting one on. She had let him in unprotected on the first, and hopefully not last, time.

"Uhhh, uhhh, yeah... yeah." Theresa grunted out as Tony worked his dick in her sopping wet pussy. The bed would squeak a bit each time he thrust, though Tony was sure it would not wake up Brad. His penis was probably an inch shorter than her boyfriend's but Theresa was supremely aroused knowing she was fucking her boyfriend's best friend while he was passed out only one room away. Not only that, she had let him stick it in her without putting on a condom first despite knowing Brad kept his in the table drawer less than two feet away from where they were fucking. What Tony lacked for in size he made up for in effort. Now he was thrusting in at a quick pace when he worked his arms under Theresa's legs and moved them against his chest over his shoulders.


"Yes, yes, yes" Theresa let out, not worried about Brad hearing her in the other room, she tried gripping his cock by flexing her vagina muscles. Her boyfriend had not really screwed her like this before and it felt good. Now as he was sliding in and out of her she could feel him better despite his smaller size. "You like that?" he asked out of breath, "You feel that?"

"Yes, that feels great" she responded breathlessly with her eyes still closed. "Keep going," she pleaded. She could feel an orgasm approaching now and was reaching for it. She continued to move her hips to meet his thrusts and felt her wetness leaking down to her ass. "You feel great, honey." he whispered to her as his body slid up and down hers.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." her moans faded and her mouth was frozen in an O as she tilted her head all the way back on her pillow and gently dug her fingers into his shoulders. She could not believe how quickly she was coming on this guy's dick. Tony continued to jackhammer into her as she came, and he knew that he was going to be right behind her. He smiled to himself that he could get his friend's girl off so easily, sped up his thrusts and felt the sensation of the sperm getting ready to rush from his balls.

"Oh, God..." Theresa sighed out, coming down from her orgasm, "Oh, God that felt great..." She opened her eyes and looked up to see Tony's sweaty face begin to contort. She had intended to tell him to not come inside of her but she had been concentrating on her orgasm and it was too late now.

She felt his dick get harder and he let out a groan as he pushed all the way inside her and emptied his jizz into her body. She couldn't feel the individual pulses like she could sometimes with her boyfriend but she felt the added warmth as his cum settled in her. Tony groaned and settled on her kissing her neck. She waited a half a minute, kissed him on the lips and put her hands on his chest, which for Brad was always a signal for "That was nice, now get off of me." His limp dick slid out of her as he got off and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Ohh, get something!" she yelped as she felt his sperm beginning to leak out of her, she raised her hips up off the bed trying to not let it drip on her boyfriend's bed. Tony grabbed Theresa's panties by the side of the bed and pressed them to Theresa's vagina. She held them there to catch all his fluid and wiped up between her legs.

"Did you like it?" he asked as she was doing this. "Yes," she responded, "you're pretty good." She meant that but she was feeling a little dirty now for what she did. "Better than Brad?" he asked with a smile. 

"Tony..." she replied a little exasperated. "You better go back to the couch before he wakes up." "Can we do this again?" he asked as he got up and looked down at her. "I don't know," she replied, "we'll see. Just go." Tony left the room and went back to the couch. Theresa cleaned up in the bathroom, washed her panties and then climbed back into bed. She wondered what the rest of Tony's visit would be like. She told herself that she would not do anything with him again. But the dirty feeling was dissipating now. She went to sleep knowing that if Tony got the chance again this visit that he would try to get on top of her again. And she also knew that she was most likely going to let him in.

Cheating



"Your husband is cheating on you."

These are not the words that a wife wants to hear. Karen had answered the door to find Trevor there. He was a friend of theirs, more a friend of her husband, really, but she liked him well enough, and she liked his wife, Dianne. She knew that Trevor considered himself to be a bit of a lady's man, and she suspected that he cheated on his wife, but that was Dianne's problem not hers. He'd even made a casual pass at her a time or two, but only very casual, and it could have been her imagination.

When he's asked if he could come in she'd been a bit suspicious but couldn't really refuse, and she didn't for one moment think he was a rapist.

Trevor had beat about the bush for a few moments, seeming uncomfortable, and had then finally blurted the words out.

Karen was shocked.

"I don't believe you," she stated flatly. "He wouldn't."

Trevor sighed. "That's what I thought about Dianne, but something made me suspicious and I had a private detective follow her. He came up with some photos."

Trevor reached into his coat, produced an envelope and passed it to her. Karen reluctantly opened it and looked at the photos. They were indisputable. A man was having sex with a woman. They were both naked and that was definitely Mike. It was a bit harder to identify the woman in the first two photos, but the third showed clearly that it was Dianne having sex with Mike, her husband.

Karen was shattered, dropping the photos with a gasp of distaste.

Trevor sighed again. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sure you hate me, but I thought you should know." 

Bending, he gathered up the photos, slipping them into the envelope.

"I'll have to take these to my lawyer. I'm still trying to come to terms with it."

Karen just sat there, looking shocked.

"Damn it," exploded Trevor. "I trusted him. It would serve the pair of them right if I stripped you and had sex with you."

Looking at Karen's horrified face, Trevor hurriedly backed off.

"Hey, hey. Don't panic. I'm not going to jump you, honest. I'm just venting, I guess, and wanting to hit out and you're there and I always sort of found you attractive. But I wouldn't just grab at you. Not my way. Sorry if I scared you."

For a moment there, Karen had been scared. She had already been shocked and the sudden scare had reacted with that and now she was just plain angry.

"No, you're right. I know what you're saying. It would serve them right, but I guess we can't. We're both a bit too emotional right now."

Trevor looked at the envelope and then once again drew out a picture and laid it on the table. It was the one that most plainly identified the participants and what they were doing.

"Damn, it," Trevor snarled. "Enjoying themselves behind our backs like that. I might flirt a little bit, but I've never cheated on Dianne, and now she does this to me, with your husband."

Karen looked at the photo, fuming. How could Mike do this to her, and with a friend of hers and the wife of a friend of his. He was an animal. It would serve him right if she did cheat. She just didn't have the nerve to suggest it.

She looked up at Trevor, and realised he was watching her, breathing hard. 

"The hell with the pair of them," he growled. "We'll show them."

He moved around the table until he was standing next to Karen.

"Look at that damn photo," he snarled. "It's just not fair. Bend over the table. We'll show them."

Half in fury, half in fascination at Trevor's fury, Karen leant over the table, staring down at the photo. She felt Trevor lifting her dress and tucking it around her waist, and then his hand had her panties and was sliding them down.

Trevor placed his hand between Karen's legs, probing at her pussy. Her fury was affecting her, and she was hot and wet. He smiled to himself, and unzipped.

"Look at that photo," he snarled, pressing his cock firmly against Karen's slit. "Your husband is doing this to my wife." As he spoke he pressed firmly into the waiting heat, moving quickly, wanting to be in her before she could change her mind.

Karen felt Trevor invading her, and she welcomed his presence, the massive thrust taking her mind off her husband's treachery. She could feel Trevor thrusting hard and angrily against her, taking his pleasure and vengeance at the same time, while she did the same, fury controlling her actions.

The violence of their feelings meant that they didn't take long before they were both climaxing, Karen giving vent to a cry of fury as she felt Trevor spilling into her.

Standing there, waiting for Trevor to withdraw, Karen slipped that third photo inside her blouse, while pretending to return it to the envelope. Let's see what Mike has to say about this.

Handing the envelope to Trevor, Karen politely suggested that she'd prefer it if he left.

Sighing again, Trevor tucked the envelope in his coat and left.

Looking at the photo, she put it in an envelope and placed it on Mike's pillow, where he would see it as soon as he walked into the bedroom.

When Mike arrived home a couple of hours later, she walked up to the bedroom to await his reaction.

It wasn't quite what she expected. Mike opened the envelope and looked at the picture for a few moments, obviously stunned. Then he bent a little closer, examining it and gave a shout of laughter.

Turning around he saw Karen at the door. He waved the photo to her.

"Geez, Karen, you've got to take a look at this," he said laughing. "That idiot Trevor has been on Photoshop again."

"Photoshop?" Karen said, puzzled.

"Yes. He's quite good on it. Look at this picture he's left for me. I damn near thought it was me at first and there's no way known it could be. I looked closer and I could spot a mistake though."

"What sort of mistake?" asked Karen, suddenly feeling very foolish.

"Look at the tattoo on the guy's arm. It's a dog."

Karen took the photo and looked in horror at the tattoo. It was a very nice dog, but it definitely wasn't the horse that Mike had at the same place.



Cheating 101



Let's be honest men think about sex a lot. I think about sex a lot. I crave sex like water in the desert.

Some say cheating comes natural to men. Been married for 25 years. As marriages go can't complain. But after having made love more than 2000 times to the same woman I just can't get that nagging feeling that my sex life has hit a major rut! I miss passion, novelty, pure lust. 

So I reflected on this for quite some time - a week and have to find a solution that would give me the carnal pleasures I need AND get away with it. I don't want to lose my family comforts on a whim...

So turn to porn, some would say. There are limits to what you can feel with the pleasures of porn. Not that I'm complaining but where is the carnal physical pleasure in jerking off?

Get a hooker, others would say. Well it would be a unattached good solution. Pick up a doped up AIDS ridden street walker to give me a sloppy blow job or doggy hump in some dark alley? Sorry ladies but I'll pass on that. Could hire myself an upscale escort. At least the online photos look promising even if the price tag is a bit steep... But it wouldn't be the real deal - she wouldn't desire me for what I am but for the money...

Why not try to score someone at work. No can do - I unfortunately work in the same office as my wife. Things would get so complicated that life would be hell afterwords.

Fourth and last solution: Hook up with someone you know online. So I went and asked another married woman out on a date. I didn't want anybody who was single and needy, I was in this for the deed not the feed. She was on my facebook friend list...Nothing was promised and I didn't tell her what we were going to do.

Arrived on time, double cheek kiss. Here we go. Small talked on our way to a posh little tucked away restaurant in a neighboring town. I lied most of the time on what I did for a living and we avoided topics of spouses. She was quite nice. Not too talkative, not too silent. Most of the time I was just checking out her boobs and hands anyway. Paid the bill like a gentlemen of course. She got a little tipsy with the wine and wanted to hold my hand, a chill went through my spine, but I didn't sweat it. Next we went to a horror movie. Kept quiet because I still have principles, no popcorn of course.

Took her home. So now we part? My husband isn't home, do you want to come in? Ok I'm game. Quick tour around the main rooms. She went to the bathroom I just sat there on her bed. She came out in her underwear. This is it... Cloths were hastily unbuttoned, she kissed like a wildcat. Very nice breasts for a middle aged woman. What about protection? Fuck it, I was screwed anyway... She sucked my penis like a girl on her first ice cream of the summer, quite nice indeed. Still half-dressed I was all over her lower parts and she had a freshly shaved pussy. What a treat. We basically went at it like Kamasutra was an Ikea manual for sex! Oral, vaginal, titfucking, anal, the works. We traded positions until we ran out of ideas...After her second orgasm and my third (a technique called non-ejaculatory male orgasm, by which you contract the muscle between your ass and your balls, you get a real orgasm but no emission, so you can just keep on pumping) I asked her what I could try that her husband never did with her... but she didn't have anything for me. Ok now it's my fantasy time and I have a damn shopping list! Wanted her to eat out my ass, no can do, too dirty. Next I tried vaginal fisting, but my hand was too big. So we were 2 hours in, much like a marathon running time, orgasms were 5-3 and being a tennis player myself a set is only over when you hit six, so I asked her to jerk me off against the wall with her two hands until I could ejaculate onto her held out tongue. I finally exploded all over that giraffe tongue, face, neck and tits and it was heaven. We french kissed and it tasted like sour fruit, not that bad actually.

I fell asleep and slept like a baby, all sticky and sweaty but at peace.

Next morning I woke at the crack of dawn, I looked at her and said "Good morning. So yesterday how was your night out with your girlfriends?" 

"Quite fun, and did you enjoy your trip to the medical congress?"

My wife was glowing and my inner devil was satiated.

Who said that Married Sex can't be fun?



Cheating 101 from Literotica



This is in homage to rpsuch. He started this whole thing. Blame him!

This is a humorous discussion of avoiding the pitfalls of adultery.

Hotels

Always count the smoke detectors in your hotel room. If there is more then one, get out, hopefully before she gets there!

Never go to a cheap motel with outside doors and windows. Always close the curtains all the way if you do, no matter where you are or what floor. 

Never get into an elevator with her. Make her take her own damned elevator and go to a different floor. Fire stairs are there for a reason and she can probably use the cardio to warm up. On a related note, never touch her in the hotel lobby.

Always get adjoining rooms. Yes, it costs more but it's less then a divorce or an alienation of affection lawsuit.

Make sure you buy prepaid credit cards for your hotel assignations. Receipts are NOT your friends. For that matter, buy prepaid cell phones and arrange very specific times to call one another.

If someone knocks on the door of your little trysting place while you are both there, save yourself the hassle and just jump out the window now (Bet you're sorry you didn't get the adjoining rooms NOW asshole!) Yes, you may be on the third floor, but it will be less painful in the long run.

While we are on the subject, never get a hotel room higher then you can survive being pushed out of. Just saying.

Do not let her answer her cell phone or hotel phone when you are having sex. Treat that ring tone with the same caution you treat a rattlesnakes rattle. It might mean you're about to get hurt real bad. Make sure she calms down before she talks. (We are assuming she's a good actress already. She has YOU convinced she's having mind blowing orgasms...)

It is probably a good idea to bribe the staff before the hubby gets a chance to. They might at least give you a shot at a running start before the mayhem begins.

Never ever use the same hotel room twice.

Be a gentleman. Make sure the hallway is clear before you let her sneak out of your room.

Home

Why the hell are you in her home in the first place? Don't be cheap. Get a hotel room. He can bug his house much easier then he can bug a hotel room.

If you are an incredible dumb ass and are sleeping with her at her home, always check the closet.

Never EVER park in her driveway. On an added note, make sure that you have a key locker on the car in case you need to exit fast without your clothes.

Re: Screwing in the pool/jacuzzi. Just Don't. Save yourself the time and rent a billboard declaring your affair instead.

You know what's a rush? Sleeping with some cuck's wife in his own bed. You know what else is a rush? Getting your gonads kicked into mush. One leads to the other. Consider Carefully.

Don't be a slob. If you leave your clothes strewn all over her house, most husbands are more then willing to pick them up after you. This is NOT in your best interest.

Never carry identification with you when you are with her. Ditto Cellphones, money, credit cards and car keys. Laptops are RIGHT OUT! Remember those key lockers! Keep your clothes in a nice, easily grabbed bundle next to your shoes. Yeah, at this point you're probably screwed in the bad way, but make hubby work for it.

IF you just HAVE to screw her in his bed, make sure that you face the door. Those seconds might make the difference between baritone and soprano.

Work

Do not meet her with any of her co-workers.

Do not flirt in the office.

Be aware of any moral clauses in your company handbook before you start dipping your pen into company ink. Is a screw with her worth $30,000 to $150,000 per year? Get someone else to fire her first. Then commiserate with her.

Never have sex during her lunch break. That is when hubby is sure to stop by unexpectedly to drop something off. At this point, it's a divorce for her and an ass whupping for you.

Why are you sharing her with everyone in the office? Don't you know that if she gives out that many blow jobs, she won't have time to file your reports and make you coffee? More for them is less for you. I thought you went to business school...

General Knowledge

Never dance with her in public. Ever.

If you are sleeping with someones wife, avoid any dark alleys, bars or parking lots as a matter of course. Bad places those.

Always use condoms. Do not trust to any birth control she uses or which hubby might have access to.Plus God help you if her husband is as much of a slut as his wife is. You'll catch something for sure. Sometimes intentionally.

Do not get her pregnant. A kid is a little bundle of DNA which means 'Divorce Now Asshole' if the blood test, much less genetic test comes back wrong. Postpartum child support is a killer. I thought you were screwing her because you wanted to save money on pros and didn't want to pay the upkeep on a wife.

Never park right next to each other. Park on opposite sides of a mall, and have her go through to your car. Instant excuse for 3 hours.

For the love of God, do NOT leave any marks on her! Guaranteed you'll be sporting some of your own in the near future.

If you are buying her incredibly sexy underwear (or better yet, SHE is buying it) make sure you bring it to her and you take it away with you after you are done. Besides getting gentleman points for doing her laundry, you avoid sending a nice DNA affidavit of her screwing to her husband.

Always have an extra set of clothes in your car. It will be worth the bail money.

Divorce your wife before you start to sleep with someone else's. It saves time and avoids a worse shellacking at the division of assets.

Always rent a car when you are seeing the woman, particularly if you drive a unique automobile.

Husbands

It might behoove you to get a DD 214 (Military records) of the husband of the woman you are about to sleep with. While you are at it, get his criminal record too. An ounce of precaution is worth a pound of nad swelling. Ask a little background information. "Does he have any guns? How about steel toed boots? What was his size again?"

Always know what her husband looks like. Surprises are not your friend.

Always speak in the most respectful tones regarding the husband when you are together. After all, you're fucking his wife. Show a little gratitude! He might show some mercy if you get caught.

Never fuck a rich man's woman. Yes, they are more decorative, but even if he doesn't care about her, he certainly cares about his money. You have an even chance that the little gold digger you are pronging is about to drag you into some idiotic scheme which winds up with you getting fucked up the ass in a Bolivian prison.



Please feel free to use the comment section to add your own rules.



Cheating



It was a Saturday night. My good friend Drake and his girlfriend Sophie was over at my place watching movies and playing poker. Drake's phone rings, he says it's important so he answers it. A few minutes later he comes back saying he's gotta go, he says it's for work. When he leaves Sophie and I start talking.

'So how are you two going, fill me up on everything that's happened since I last saw you.'

'Drake has been ignoring me lately, I think he's been seeing someone else.' 

'There's no way, Drake loves you.' Secretly I'm happy.

'Yeah in fact that's probably where he's off to now. He never used to work this late.'

'You know I'm always here for you don't you? Anything you need, anything at all and you tell me about it.' I take hold of her hand and we stare into each other's eyes. She looks away.

'I know you are. You've been there for me more than he is, and our sex life lately has just been getting worse. It's as if he doesn't see anything in me.' 

'I see everything in you Sophie, you're so beautiful.' 

I lean over and kiss her, and she kisses me back. We start to escalate it into tongue. We're breathing heavily now. I reach down her shirt and gently grasp her breast. 

'No we can't, it's not right.' I whisper into her ear,

'This is what you want isn't it?'

'Yes but, if Drake finds out then...'

'Shut up you filthy whore and fuck me.' We take off each other's shirts, followed by all our other clothing. I take a moment to admire her beautiful lustrous body. Slightly tanned, breasts not too large so they get in the way, but large enough to be those of a sexual beast. She was perfectly shaped.

'Are you ready?' I say.

'For what?'

'Turn around.' She does so. I pick her up and slam her down bent over on the table in front of her. I stick my fully erect cock in her ass. Her breasts pressing violently against the table, squishing them. 

'Oh Sophie. Oh Sophie!' I grab her by the neck.

'Say my name! Do it!' 

'Tyler! Oh Tyler you're all i want!' With every thrust of my pelvis there comes another scream of my name. We both cum at the same time, i release a good four to five squirts inside her scrumptious asshole. We wait there for a bit so amazed at each others sex drive. 

Then she gets up, turns around and says,

'It's your turn.' She gets down on both knees, grabs ahold of my dick in both hands and strokes. I had never felt this way before.

'Use, your mouth.' She lifts the back of my fore skin back just a little bit and inserts tongue in and swivels it right in there. Such slight movements can cause the best sexual feelings. She continues to try and get as much of it down her throat as possible but she can only go about half way.

'The bed, lay down on the bed on your back.' Confused, she does so. She tilts her head back and I can shove my throbbing penis all the way down her throat. She uses the inside of her throat to squeeze it while I'm in there. 

'Oh Sophie. You're a sexual goddess.' She tries to talk but instead makes the most wonderful gagging sound. As I'm climaxing I take it out and tell her to keep her mouth open, and I ejaculate into her mouth. To my surprise she swallows all of it.

I pick her up, upside-down in the perfect position for us to get at each other's genitals, but vertically. I gently lick her clitoris and work my way down. By her orientation, my penis is too low for her to do anything with her arms, so she decides to use her tits. She grabs them and rubs them up and down on my hard, veiny cock.

'Harder!' She screams.

'I'll give to you whatever you give to me, if you want it harder you're gonna have to use all your might.' We're going as hard as we possibly can. This is my sexual fantasy. 

'I'm about to cum!' She yells.

'Me too! Let's cum together!'

'Ok!' We cum on each other's faces, with our last bit of energy. I fall down exhausted and sleep there on the ground with her on top of me.



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"We're going to have the best time tonight! Right lover?"

I heard the voice loud and clear as they came in the front door to the bistro. The voice was one I was very familiar with. They were seated about 20 feet behind me, their reflection was clear in the mirrored wall. Most of the light in my booth came from the light that hung just behind me, leaving me in the shadows unseen.

I pulled out my cell phone and sat there at the ready to record their activity. I only needed to wait until they were seated and began to record the most painful scene it had ever my misfortune to witness.

I am Kelly, I was out of town for the last 3 days and was not due to return until tomorrow. I called home to speak to my spouse, Whitney. No one was not there so I decided to eat dinner at our favorite place. It had been some time since we had been in, the place had changed (not for the better). The crowd was younger, rougher and mostly drunk on their asses. There had been a fight at the far end of the room just after I was seated and the place never really settled down afterward. I liked the fact that they sat me at the end of a long row of booths, it was quieter back here. 

They were seated together on the same side of the table facing the mirror, it was a cozy fit. Their conversation was loud enough to be heard over the din of the room, I heard it all. As I sat there I saw his had creep slowly up under Whitney's dress, only token resistance was offered. They had been "swapping spit and tickling tonsils for a long time. The camera on my phone was recording everything. I was stuck in that corner until Whitney got up to use the restroom. They had been talking about going to our home for a night of "fun" as they put it. I quickly left.

I raced home to get there before them. Early in our relationship we had installed cameras in our bedroom to record the excitement. I knew the cameras were there, I had looked at them last week. I put new disks in the recorders set them to run and left before they arrived. I broke a window pain in the kitchen door and left the door unlocked, turning the thumb knob with my hankie in my hand. The door was only open an inch or so.

Soon a message arrived on my phone informing me of a security breach at the house.

I had parked down the block a few houses under the shadow of a tree and away from the streetlights. Five minutes after they arrived I called to report someone had set off a silent alarm on the back door of the house that was left to me by my mother's parents when they died. I told them I had received the report on my cell phone and was concerned that Whitney might be alone in the house

We lived outside of town quite a ways and the police take, what seems like, forever to get there. Ten minutes later three police cars rolled up in front. They had few lights on, the approach was slow and silent. Soon two more cars rolled onto the block. The front door was guarded by two of them and most of the rest went in the back door. I soon saw flashlights sweeping quickly around the rooms of the first floor. 

Another eight to ten minutes later the shit hit the fan. Whitney and Mike, as I found out his name was, were escorted out of the house while the police finished searching for the intruder. They were only wrapped in sheets. Finally after being allowed to return to the house Mike dressed and left immediately. I guess I spoiled their evening. Awww! 

Soon I received a call from Whitney. "Why did you call the police? Whitney was completely embarrassed when they threw the bedroom door open the rest of theway. ...had just finished getting ready for a shower, was completely naked. ...never been so embarrassed before. It continued for about five minutes, without allowing me to get a word in.

After the ranting died down I responded "The alarm system called my phone to report a break in at the kitchen door, I was worried for your safety and called the police. Sorry you were embarrassed, it was better than being killed or assaulted. Did they find anything unusual in their investigation?"

Whitney told me about the glass being broken out of the door. Daddy had come over to bolt some plywood over the opening to secure the door for the evening and would spend the night there on the sofa in case someone returned. "I need to set him up for the night, I'll be alright now. Thank you for caring, I love you."

I almost gagged when I heard that. I just said "OK." and hung up. I turned off the phone in case there was a return call.

I had already rented a room for the evening. The next morning I had breakfast and arrived home again at about eleven. I had called my lawyer to get a restraining order to keep Whitney away from the house. It would be delivered around 6 that evening when Whitney arrived home from work. 

I quickly looked at the recordings from the night before. With the bedside lamp on and light coming in from the hallway I could see the activity in the room, from all four cameras. Mike was about to penetrate Whitney, doggy style, when the entire room was lit brightly and the police marched through the door. In the confusion they were both exposed for well over 3 minutes before they were allowed to cover up. Mike, Whitney and about 6 or 7 Keystone Cops were recorded for posterity, no one knew what to do for some reason.

I thought to myself, at least we don't have children as I wept over the eventual breakup. 

After a good cry I began to pack everything that was not mine. I threw all the bags out the windows into the backyard.

Whitney arrived home soon after six and was promptly served with the papers. Daddy arrived shortly after, I had just called him. Whitney was instructed to remove all of the things in the back yard and never return to my house. Well, Daddy got into it and tried to rush the front door, all the locks had new keys and the rear door was completely replaced. 

"How dare I use his child and then just throw them out. You will pay for this."

While he was around back I simply asked, "... if she wanted me to throw down some of the pictures I had printed from the videos last night?"

A pained cry of "please, no" went up to indicate to me that I was not to do that.

"Tell him it was your fault and to back off, If I ever hear about this again those photos will be all over the place." was my reply.

Daddy came storming back around after he heard the piteous cry. Whitney did a good job of calming him down. Everything was soon packed in his truck and carted off. 

I was left to sort out the mess my life had become.

Short epilog.

Whitney and Kelly are both hermaphrodites who met at their doctor's office and thought they fell in love. They were not really married but both considered the other their spouse. 

Whitney's male sex organs worked well enough to impregnate a woman.

Kelly's female organs worked well enough to conceive. They lived together for three years in hopes that they could become parents. 

Kelly did not have well developed male organs and Whitney felt cheated feeling that she/he did not get the best treatment in return for efforts performed. Whitney occasionally cheated on Kelly with a coworker named Mike, who she trusted not to "spill the beans."

Kelly eventually found a man who she she fell in love with and could trust. He felt the same. They were married and have two beautiful children and another on the way. She never heard from Whitney again and eventually threw out all she had recorded that evening.



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It all started about a month ago when I got a phone call from an old boyfriend of mine that was now living in Florida. Dan is very muscular and teaches weight lifting in his own gym. Dan is a very tall man and besides being very muscular, he is very well endowed and is black.

I dated Dan a couple years ago and I had to stop seeing him because things were getting too serous to continue. Dan moved to Florida a few months after we broke up our relationship. You see. My husband allows me to date black men on occasion and loves to be cuckolded.

My husband and I have a very special relationship and he has a very busy work schedule that keeps him away from home often. How I got started fucking other men is a whole other story that I won't get into right now.

Dan is a handsome black man that I met in a club a couple years ago and I remember the first time he screwed me. He was a perfect gentleman the very first moment we met and we ended up screwing at his house that night. 

Over the next several months we met every weekend and always had terrific sex and spent time together including a few sleep overs. 

Now. When my husband and I made our arraignment, it was to be for sexual pleasure and I promised myself that I wouldn't get emotionally involved with any of these guys I would go out with.

As you might have guessed by now, that was easier said than done. The last couple times I had gone out with Dan were very emotional and I had to make a decision to end out relationship before things got out of hand.

The phone rang and I ran out of the shower to answer it and when I answered, I was shocked to hear Dan's voice on the other end. We talked for almost two hours that night and he finally talked me into flying down to Florida to see him.

I told him I would let him know once I could make arrangements to come and visit him. I had to coordinate my trip with one of my husband's business trips and although my husband knew that I was flying out of town to meet with someone, I didn't tell him who it was at the time.

Not trusting myself alone with Dan once again, I made arrangements with a friend of ours to fly down with me. He is the husband of my very close friend and they enjoy the same sort of lifestyle as us so if knew what the situation was going to be once we got to Florida.

As a matter of fact, he mentioned that he would bring two video cameras' down with us so he could record everything. The only thing I didn't mention to him was the fact that the black man I was going to meet was still in love with me and I really didn't want him to bring his camera's but I didn't want to tell him the whole situation.

We had everything all set for the trip and my husband wished me luck and to be very careful before he left that morning for his trip and I told him I would see him in five days.

Later that morning our friend Mark picked me up and we left for the airport along with all his video equipment. We got to our hotel room and I called Dan to let him know I was in town and gave him the room number.

Mark had the room next to mine but had his video equipment ready to go in my room before he left and waited for my call to let him know it was time.

I got into the shower and shaved and trimmed my pussy and applied bright red nail polish to my toes and finger nails and squirted Dan's favorite perfume around my pussy and belly before putting on the dress I had bought when I arrived in Florida.

It was a typical tropical looking tight fitting dress which was cut short and displayed my tits. I just finished applying my lipstick when someone knocked on the door. I straightened my dress and walked over and opened the door and there stood Dan with a bunch of roses in his hand.

Dan walked in and put his arms around me and we locked in a passionate kiss for several seconds until he broke the kiss and said how lovely I looked and how he had missed me and began to kiss me again. His tongue entered my mouth and I began to suck it as my own tongue wrapped around his as we kissed furiously for several minute.

I could feel my emotions heating up as we kissed and everything began to come back into my mind as if we had never broken up. I kissed him lightly on the lips one more time as I tried to pull away to place the roses on the table.

Dan wouldn't let go of me completely as I placed the roses on the table and Dan pulled me back into his arms as we kissed more passionately than before. I could feel his hands moving down to my ass cheeks as he cupped them in his big hands while we continued to kiss. 

Where was Mark when I needed him? I had brought him with me as sort of protection from getting myself involved again and I didn't make the call. Instead, I was kissing Dan in a heated passionate kiss as two lovers do after being apart for such a long period of time.

Dan held me tight against his body as I felt his hands moving along my back and up to my shoulders as we broke the kiss and looked into his eye's he said. "You do know I'm still deeply in love with you don't you?" I continued to look into his eye's and said. "Yes I do and I still have the same feelings for you too."

Dan held me tight as he continued to look into my eye's and replied. "I want you to tell me how you feel about me. Are you in love with me?"

I looked away from Dan's eye's because I couldn't answer his question the way he would like me to answer it. I desperately wanted to see him again and maybe my mind was playing tricks on me but I wasn't going to tell Dan what he wanted to hear from me.

Dan took his hand and placed it under my chin and said. "Tell me how you feel." I couldn't think straight as I looked into Dan's puppy dog eye's and the only reaction I could give him was a giggle as I pulled his hands down into mine and I said. "I'm not going to tell you what you want to hear."

Just than a knock came at the door and Dan looked at me as I walked over to open it and saw Mark standing in the doorway. I introduced Mark to Dan and said that Mark had come along with me to video tape our meeting for my husband. Dan knew that my husband loved to watch me fuck other men and at least bought the idea but didn't like the fact that I had brought my friend Mark with me.

Dan wasn't very happy with the idea of another man being around but seemed to get over it fairly quickly as we all went out for dinner and a few drinks.

We returned a few hours later and Mark got the video camera's ready and working and said he was going to leave Dan and me alone for a while. I didn't know Mark had already turned the camera's on before he walked out the door as Dan and I sat on the bed.


Dan didn't hesitate a second after Mark walked out the door before he began to kiss me again and started to say. "Tell me what I want to hear." I just laughed and said. "No. I'm not going to tell you what you want. So there."

Dan continued to kiss me as he pulled my dress down off my shoulders and said. "Tell me." I giggled some more as he tickled my neck with his tongue and said. "I don't care if you do get mad. I'm not going to tell you how I feel." 

Dan placed his lips on mine and we passionately kissed as he began to pull my dress down exposing my tits. Dan broke our kiss and lowered his head to one of my tits and began to suck on my nipple as I moaned and said. "Oh Yeah. You know how to get to me don't you?"

Dan laughed as he began to move his tongue around my tit making it all wet as he moved his head up and kissed me on the lips again. I sucked his tongue into my mouth as he reached out and gave my tit a squeeze with his large hand. 

I moaned as we kissed and Dan knew he was getting to me just like he had before we broke up and when we broke the kiss he said. "I plan to find out how you feel about me before the end of the night."

I just laughed as Dan pulled me to my feet and I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his big shoulders than worked on his pant's buckle and slipped them down as he stepped out of them.

Dan took hold of my dress near my hips and pulled it over my head as I raised my hands over my head and let him slip it off over my head. He tossed the dress down on a chair and walked forward saying. "Tell me how you feel about me?" I backed up toward the bed laughing as I said. "No. I'm not going to tell you."

The back of my legs touched the bed as Dan moved closer and pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me and began to kiss me again. I opened my mouth to let his tongue back into my mouth as he squeezed my tits with his hands and moved his lips off mine as he began to kiss his way down my neck toward my tits and circled his tongue in small circles around my nipples.

Dan than moved his lips down lower and started to kiss around my belly button than moved toward my pussy mound and when he began to kiss around my mound I let out a low moan as I took hold of his hands in mine and squeezed them tight.

Dan moved himself down off the bed and pulled me lower so he could lick my pussy from the edge of the bed. I held his hands as I felt his lips touch the top of my pussy lips and I slowly opened my legs for him giving him better access to lick my pussy.

Dan placed his mouth over my pussy and began licking me as I felt his tongue part my pussy lips I raised my legs back and held them open with my hands. Dan was working his tongue in my pussy flickering my clitoris and gently licking around the sides of my pussy than poking it inside as much as he could as I moaned with pleasure.

Dan kept sucking my pussy for several more minutes until I began my first orgasm. "Oh . . . Yeah . . . Baby . . . Oh . . . I'm cuming . . . " My whole body was shaking as I came in Dan's mouth and he continued to lick me gently as my body began to relax again and he climbed on top of me and kissed me on the lips and reached down and placed the head of his big cock between my pussy lips and gently pushed himself inside me.

I lifted my legs back and arched my hips taking more of his thick cock inside my pussy. His cock felt so big and hot as it slowly sliced its way deep inside my belly. Once Dan was fully inside my pussy, he held himself still while looking deep into my eye's and said. "It feels so good being inside you again."

Dan lowered himself down so he could kiss me on the lips as he slowly began to move his big cock in and out of my pussy. My pussy felt so stretched as I worked my muscles and squeezed his cock around my pussy.

Dan let out a moan and whispered. "God. Know I know why I missed fucking you so badly this past year." Dan kept fucking my pussy and neither of us noticed that Mark had come back into the room as I noticed him adjusting his video camera on the side of the bed.

Dan began to kiss me passionately again as we continued to fuck and I wrapped my legs around his ass digging my heels into his ass with each stroke of his cock. Dan moaned and whispered into my ear and said. "I'm cuming inside you. Oh . . . Yeah . . . Can you feel it?"

In between kissing him I was able to whisper back as I felt his hot seed splashing deep inside me. "Yes . . . It's so hot."

Dan bucked his hips a few more times and held himself deep inside my pussy as if to make sure he was planting his seed inside my womb. Dan kissed me a few more times before sliding off me and laying down next to me on the bed.

I could see Mark moving around the bed with a camera in his hands as Dan leaned over and kissed my tits. I looked over at Dan and said. "It feels like my pussy is gaped open." 

He just laughed as he rubbed his hand over my belly and said. "I just planted my seed in this belly." Dan than pushed a finger inside my pussy feeling the cum he just pumped inside it.

We lay there on the bed for a few minutes until I got up on my knee's and took hold of his cock which was already hard again and placed my mouth over the head and began to suck on him. I could taste his cum and my pussy juice as I began to take his cock into my mouth.

Dan was moaning again as he began to play with my tits as I worked on his cock. I could feel his cum as it leaked out of my pussy and down my legs and onto the bed. Neither one of us was paying much attention to Mark as he left the room again while his camera's were still running on the tripods.

I worked on Dan's cock with my mouth than bent down to lick on his balls which made him jump and I laughed as I took him back into my mouth and sucked him more vigorously until he arched his legs up and I knew he was going to cum inside my mouth. 

I worked my head down his shaft as I felt his cum as it spurt inside my mouth and worked my tongue around the bottom of his shaft as I felt several spurts hit the back of my throat. I gave his cock another squeeze along the side making sire ever last drops had been released than laid back down on the bed as Dan hugged me close to him.

We rested a few minutes and talked about our past relationship and I told Dan the truth why I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. I knew he was hurt but I know he was determined and I knew he wasn't going to give up that easily.

I lay on my back as we played with each others hand until I reached over with my free hand and began to stroke Dan's cock again. He was already hard again as I remembered how this man could cum several times in one night and still achieve an erection no matter how many times we fucked.

I got up and straddled Dan's legs placing his cock between my legs and looked straight down into his eye's. I could see how he felt as I raised my ass of his legs and reached around with my hand and placed the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.

I rocked my body back and forth and slowly lowered myself on his thick shaft as I looked into his eye's and saw that he was starring at me as I slowly lowered myself back down onto his cock.

I rested myself on his legs once I was totally impaled and leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips. I felt his large hands squeeze my ass as I ran my tongue inside his mouth. Mark came back into the room and walked back out before I could say anything as Dan asked me point blank. "Does Mark desire you?" 

I was surprised by his question but I answered back and said. "Mark is just here taking video's for my husband and even if he did desire me, it doesn't matter."

I knew that Dan seemed like he was jealous of Mark being with me on the trip and I made it clear that he was only traveling with me for my safety and to video tape our meeting. Dan kept fucking me as I kissed him on the lips and said. "I really missed you too."

We were locked in a heated passionate kiss again and didn't even notice that Mark had walked back into the room and started to run the water in the hot tub that was in the room. We broke the kiss and both looked over at Mark and looked at the tub being filled with water.

Mark said. "I thought you two might like to take advantage of this nice hot tub in the room." Dan and I looked at each other and laughed. 

I gave Dan few more passionate kisses on the lips and climbed off him and walked over to the tub and got in and sat in the water. Dan soon followed me in and sat next to me as Mark turned on the water jets.

We sat in the water a few moments until Dan started to play with my pussy so I toke hold of his cock at the same time and started to get him hard again. Dan was moving his fingers around my clitoris almost bringing me to another orgasm until I moved up and straddled his legs and sat on his cock.

I was able to work myself down his shaft with one easy push as I sat in his lap and gave him another kiss. Dan placed his hands on my ass and began to move me up and down his big cock. There were mirrors all around the tub and I starred into the mirrors as I watched my tits bounce up and down with each thrust of Dan's cock.

We fucked for several minutes in this position and as I looked down at Dan I could see he wanted to cum again. I grabbed a hold of the sides of the tub and began pulling myself up and down his thick cock as Dan closed his eye's and enjoyed the movements I was giving him with my pussy.

It only took several more minutes before Dan began to groan and I felt him blast another load of hot seed inside my pussy. I waited until Dan opened his eye's and reached over on the floor and wiped his face off and gave him another kiss before lifting myself off his cock and stepped out of the tub.

Dan followed me out and we stood drying each other off as we watched Mark get into the tub. I whispered to Dan and said. "I think you're cum dripped out of my pussy and back into that water."

We both laughed as we lay back down on the bed and I rested my head on his big shoulders. I could see both video cameras' on the tripods in the on position as we watched Mark sitting in the hot tub. 

Dan started to kiss the side of my face as he stroked my tits and we talked about our relationship and I listened to Dan as he asked me to continue to see him. I didn't give him an answer but told Dan I would think about it.

During our talk I began to stroke Dan's cock again until he was as hard as rock again. I lifted myself up and began to suck on his cock again as Dan played with my nipples as they hung down.

Dan than grabbed hold of my hips and swung me around until I was laying on my back again and mounted me from the top again. He was able to slide his cock inside me with two easy strokes as he bent down and kissed me on the lips again.

I locked my legs around his ass and kissed him passionately as he fucked my pussy for the forth time that evening. I could have kept him inside me all night but I had already made plans to have Mark mention that we had to catch an early plane in the morning. I now wished I didn't say those words as Dan's big cock stiffened for the forth time that evening and felt his cum as it spewed deep inside my womb.

Dan laughed at me as he finished pumping his seed inside my pussy and said. "Now you keep that inside there and let it bake for me." Dan than gave me a long deep passionate kiss before letting his cock slide out of my pussy.

Dan laughed and said. "Do you think Mark enjoyed that hot tub full of cum?" I couldn't help but laugh as we both got up to wash up and got dressed and as I kissed Dan good night I told him I'd call him as soon as I got back and would see him again.

Dan kissed me again before leaving that night. He has said he knew I was a married woman and understood I could only meet him for sex. I really don't think he'll stop trying to go further but I do love that cock of his and I'm not ready to give that up yet. 



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"OK, honey, see you then," Tara says sweetly. 

She eases the grip her left shoulder and the left side of her face have on the cordless phone and it falls harmlessly onto the bed. My hands grope for the phone, then I hold it up, squint to look at the keypad display and hit the "off" button.

Yes, it was his cell phone number.

"That was him," she says looking down at me, a smile spreading across her face.

A playful smile. A mischievous smile.

"No shit," I respond, tossing the phone aside.

Her hands haven't left my chest, where they prop up her body. Her pussy flexes around my cock, which is sunken well up inside her. The muscles of her walls expand and contract and she giggles. My stalk had stayed buried in her silky snatch the whole time she was on the phone with him.

"He won't be home for at least an hour," she whispers and bends down, kissing me, long and hard on the lips.

He doesn't know I'm fucking his wife.

Why should he?

His wife is always at home. She's never away.

She never gives him a reason to be suspicious.

He's a hard-working guy, trying to live the American Dream. Just now he was checking in with her, just to see how her day was going. How nice.

I wanted to grab the phone and said: "Her day's going pretty fucking good. Why don't you listen for the next few minutes?"

The levity comforts me as Tara sucks on my tongue.

Tara's tongue lashes mine and our saliva moves between our mouths. The uptick in passion increases my pulse and breathing. Hers as well. A surge of heat and moisture courses through her cunt. My cock lurches toward erection inside her tunnel. The familiar surge of blood brings it to life and a bit of seminal fluid oozes from the tip to mingle with her vaginal secretions.

The pre-cum really isn't needed. She's already well-lubricated. 

Tara's fun doesn't take her anywhere. She never has to leave home.

Cheating for her is a home game. 

I don't have to go far either.

I live next door.

If I had to, I could jump out of her bed and be in my house in 30 seconds. I sometimes even carry my cordless phone with me while I'm in her house, if I'm expecting an important call.

Tara impales herself on my cock for a moment and stops her movements, then lifts and tilts her head. I know that she's listening for her sleeping baby down the hallway. One cry from the nearly year-old girl in the crib at the other end of the second-floor would end our lovemaking.

Tara returns to the slow grinding motion she had started shortly before the phone rang a few minutes ago. Before he interrupted us.

The sound of the telephone startled me and my shaft had somewhat deflated during her brief conversation with her husband, but Tara's renewed movements bring renewed life back to the one-eyed beast.

I look into Tara's green eyes until she closes them and slowly rides my stiffening stalk.

He works days.

I work nights.

She doesn't work.

It's a great formula for adultery.

They've got two kids who go off to school in the morning and a baby that naps a lot. Tara knows to call or just come over and knock on the door, usually under some pretense -- in case a member of my family is home.

It's a great set up for us.

When I see her husband, I smile and wave.

"How ya doin', Scot?"

"Yeah the weather's great."

"Oh, yeah. I saw the game."

"Hey, you're looking good. Workin' out?"

Might as well schmooze the poor bastard.

Tara's a green-eyed beauty with long dirty-blond hair permed into curls.

Her mouth is soft. Her taste is sweet. Her hair teases my chest.

The toll of having three children has done little to her body. Her breasts are plump and full. She's kept on a few pounds, but then who hasn't? The weight hasn't diminished her figure. Most women are more desirable after having children. I love women after they've had a few kids. Their bodies are ripe. They are more capable of pleasure.

Tara's told me that on the few nights that she gives in to her husband, she often thinks about me fucking her. I've jerked off more than once visualizing Tara's eyes closed and her mind on me while her husband pounds away at her.

I've encouraged her to let him fuck her on nights after we've made love during the day.

"You'd like that?' she said in surprise the first time I suggested it. "That's pretty fucked up, Jon."

That's what she said, but after the conversation, she was awful horny. That time, she orgasmed twice, then jumped off my cock and sucked it, swallowing the salty load of semen that I fired into her throat.

Sometimes people don't mean what they say, even about sex.

I don't analyze her. I just love her and make love to her.

Love?

No, I don't think so.

Cheating.

It's so wicked, so delicious.

I laugh to myself and give in to my lust, grabbing her hips and pushing up against her down thrust, sinking my shaft deep into her steaming, slippery hole.

"Ohhh, yes," she moans.

I'm sure the noise escaping my lips was similar.

From this position at the headboard of the bed Tara shares with her husband, I look out the window of their master suite and see the front of my house.

My car's there. I keep a wary eye on the window, just in case someone comes home.

Tara and I are very careful. We make sure our spouses are away for awhile before we get together. Usually it is when they are at work, and busy. Lately that's been about once a week.

We've laid for hours in bed some days.

Usually in her bed. Sometimes in mine. We've christened each with adultery.

She's told me that when she sees my wife, she sometimes gets jealous.

I have to confess, I'm jealous, too.

But there's nothing we're going to do about our jealousy and our feelings, except live double lives. 

There's no point in anything else. Why wreck our status quo and trade our spouses in for each other when we can have it the way we want it now? We can cheat and get away with it.

Besides, we'll probably get sick of each other some day.

Some day.

Maybe.

How could I get sick of her?

How could I get sick of this?

I can have my cake and eat it, too.

It's been about six months since I took a chance and tugged at her hand, pulling her close to me one day while we were outside talking. I was nervous as hell, but I did it anyway. She had asked me to look at some plants near her patio and deck, so of course, I walked over -- just to give her some advice, of course.

We'd lived next door to each other for years. Talking always came easy. I thought she looked so sexy while she was pregnant, then one day I told her so. She seemed to be startled at the comment. I figured she didn't tell her husband about my compliment.

Soon, that day six months ago, we ran out of plant talk and neighborly words, but we didn't seem to want to leave each other's company. It had happened before, but each time I thought it was just my imagination. There was that body language and that hesitancy. 

Why would she be interested in me?

Women with smaller kids to chase around usually appear to have little interest in chasing men, sex and starting a relationship. 

Well Tara did.

She told me later that she is bored. She wanted to get out and work, but her husband wouldn't let her.

Her body responded that day in her backyard after I tugged her to me. I was so nervous, I almost couldn't talk, but she looked into my eyes, then I kissed her. When her tongue met mine, I knew I wasn't going to get my face slapped or my crotch kicked.

We didn't have sex that day, but it didn't take long until we did. Sure, there was some guilt -- at first -- and misgivings but eventually we pushed those aside.

We've been meeting for awhile. Our escapades are just diversions. It's a side love interest to keep our lives interesting. At least that's what we've convinced ourselves about it.

"C'mon, Jon, give it to me," Tara says, loudly. "I need some help here."

I shake myself from the pleasant memories and give my full attention to the green-eyed beauty risking so much to please me.

I look over her shoulder to the mantle of the gas fireplace. Tara's there with Scot in a photograph. It's their wedding day 14 years ago. The image spurs me on. Suddenly, I have an intense desire to fuck her. 

Our bodies intertwine, pumping, stabbing at each other. It's a haze of motion, groaning and pumping. I see my cock, slick with her leavings, as it slides in and out of her slippery hole.

Tara slams back onto it, then grinds for a few seconds. She rises up until the head is the only partly inside of her, then slams back onto it, impaling herself and again grinding for a few seconds.

Over an over.

Soon we are lost in the lust. We wouldn't stop even if our spouses walked in the room.

Fuck them. Let them watch.

Let them see us make love. Let them see us cum.

I'd like for him to watch while I fuck his wife.

Tara and I belong to each other. We've invested in this relationship. More has happened between us than most people.

I sit up, propping myself up on my hands which are behind my back on the bed.

Tara sits straight as well, throwing her arms over my shoulders. Her hands are on the back of my head. Her breasts brush against my face as she uses my engorged pole to stimulate her clitoris and vagina. Her head flails and her hair stings my chest and arms.

Tara's grinding quickens. I'm at the edge as well.

Tara's cunt bursts, and her canal's discharge floods my cock. Her pussy spasms and her abdomen convulses. Her body is in the throes of a full vaginal orgasm, from head to toe. Sweat drips off her face onto mine. The warm drops run down my cheeks and nose and onto my lips.

Tara's lips search for mine and her saliva unloads into my mouth. She seems to be forcing it out. It runs out the corners of my mouth and down my cheeks.

My cock explodes, injecting shot-after-shot of sizzling sauce into her steaming hole. My testicles pulse repeatedly, sending my seed rocketing into her, coating her tunnel, the one she vowed to keep only for her husband.

The convulsions in my balls go on and on as they empty of their precious fluid.

The writhing and grinding subsides much too soon.

Each of us is breathing heavily into the other's ear. I feel her cheek press against mine, then Tara's heaving breasts are on my chest as her body relaxes into mine.

After her breathing slows, she speaks.

"Oh, Jon, I love this so much," she says. "I love being with you."

I worry that she wants to say she loves me. I don't want to get emotionally involved.

"It doesn't get better than this, baby," I say, fumbling for words like I did that first day.

This break from our everyday routine to make love and feel alive is all I, we, can ever have. Isn't it? We can't let it be more than that.

"Jon?" she whispers in my ear.

"Yeah, baby," I respond breathlessly, worried about what she wants to say.

After a few seconds, she inhales deeply and audibly, and speaks again.

"Nothing."

In a minute, the climax is over. The heat has passed. It may be a few days until we're in each other's arms again.

She falls fully against my body and I drop back onto the bed. Her tits press on my chest. She warms me, kissing me lightly on the lips for a minute. I stroke her hair.

The sweat makes her skin cling to mine.

A rush of juices from the point of our union breaks the moment. We've sprung a leak onto the bed's comforter.

"Oh, shit," she says, pulling her head off my shoulder. "We can't have this."

We laugh and look down to where my softening cock slips out of her hole, followed by a rush of milky semen and the rest of the residue of our lovemaking.

I stroke her hair for a moment, wanting to tell her. Wanting to tell her … what?

"I guess I better get this in the wash machine," she says finally, pushing herself off me and pulling up the comforter.

I quickly roll away from her and off the bed as she stands. I reach for my clothes on a nearby chair.

I glance hesitantly out the window.

Down the hallway, the baby begins to cry.

Nap time is over.



Cheating



I am a happily married man, and due to lessons learned in my mis-spent youth, I would never dream of cheating on my wife. I know that a chance sexual encounter can unleash feelings that are difficult to control, and produce consequences that are impossible to predict. So I have vowed to myself that I will never cheat. The risks are too great, despite the undeniable thrill of plucking the forbidden fruit.

I work for a firm that does computer repair, and makes house calls. You may have heard our advertisements. We even work on Sundays, although we charge a bit more.

I got a call today, which is a Sunday, to solve a computer crisis for a lady named Patricia who lives near the beach. I had planned to do some shopping this afternoon, but it could wait. The boss said the lady seemed distraught, and our firm advertises that we respond quickly to emergencies, so I shelved my plans and drove down to the suburb where she lives.

Patricia met me at the door. She looked a bit tense and seemed nervous. When I introduced myself and said, "Pleased to me you," she replied by saying "Pleased to me you, too, also." She was a nice looking gal, tall, almost my height, with a face that was pretty in a plain sort of way. She had light chestnut hair, and was a bit stocky, but curvaceous. She was wearing a modest white blouse and slacks, although it was plain to see that there was an ample bosom straining against the confinement of that modest blouse.

She showed me to the little home office where her computer was. She said she was unable to get online with her dialup ISP. It took only a few minutes of tinkering to discover that there was a problem with her firewall. I disabled it, went online briefly to look at the company homepage, and discovered that there was a minor conflict with the latest update from Microsoft. In fifteen minutes, everything was back in working order.

Patricia had been watching me look with a sort of anxious melancholy on her face. When I told her it was fixed, she seemed disappointed, but dutifully wrote out a check to the company. Then she asked me if I wanted a drink.

I told her that I didn't drink that early in the day, and besides, I was on the clock. I was wearing my wedding ring, in case she had any ideas about romance. Then a pained look came over her face. I thought she was about to cry, but instead, she began to speak.

"It's been so long since I've had a man visit my apartment. I'm really sorry -- I guess this is really out of line -- but it has been so long, won't you please make love to me?"

I was dumbfounded. I patiently explained to her that she was a very pretty woman, but that it was altogether out of the question, because I was married, and I would never want to jeopardize my marriage.

"Look, I promise," she said, "you'll never hear from me again. It will be a completely chance, one-time encounter. I don't know where you live, I'll never try to contact you." Her big eyes were fixed on mine with a look of desperate entreaty.

I had never expected to run into a situation like this. "Patricia," I replied, "I don't know you. What if you have AIDS, or Mono, or some other thing that I might pass on to my wife. It's too dangerous. I've really got to go."

Patricia reached out and put her hand on my forearm. She was looking again like she was ready to cry. "Please. I understand. I don't want to hurt your marriage. It's just that I can't stand to be alone right now. What if..." she hesitated. "What if I, you know, make myself cum, and you just stay and keep me company while I do it." She seemed to choke on the words. "I'm so embarrassed... it's just that, I don't know how to say it, I need it. I need it really bad."

I hesitated for a second. I was moved by her appeal, and, I admit it, a bit turned on by the uncontrollable sexual force that had so clearly possessed Patricia. "Well," I said doubtfully, "I guess it wouldn't hurt for me to stay for a few minutes. But I can't have any contact with you, you know, no exchange of bodily fluids."

Biting her lip, she replied, "OK. Thank you. Just sit with me and talk to me while I do it." She sat down on the couch, looked at me, and then blushed deeply. "Well, I guess I'm going to take off these clothes." I nodded mutely and sat in a chair nearby.

Despite the forwardness of her proposition to me, she seemed quite shy. She sort of turned away from me to remove her blouse, as if modesty were in order for such an unusual encounter. Still turned at a angle, she reached behind her back to unhook her brassiere. With her back to me, she carefully put the blouse and bra down on the arm of the couch then she turned to face me.

She was still blushing, but she had a new, slightly determined look in her eye. Her breasts were full and gorgeous, with big, erect, pink nipples. She cupped her breasts with her hands, and began to pinch her nipples. "I like to play with my breasts to get started," she said awkwardly. I shifted in my chair, trying to become comfortable despite my growing erection.

As she continued to rub her taut nipples between her thumbs and fingers, she seemed to be becoming less embarassed, and a bit more brazen. "This feels good," she said. "Thank you." I nodded.

After a minute she stood up. "I've got to take off my slacks, now," she said somewhat apologetically. Again she turned her back to me, unzipped her slacks, and stepped out of them. She turned to me wearing only a pair of chaste white panties. I could see the dark triangle of her bush outlined inside them. She sat down again, and began to rub herself through the panties. Occasionally she would slip a finger under the elastic along her inside thigh, and allow it to make direct contact. She would close her eyes momentarily in pleasurable excitement, and then open them again to look at me, to confirm that I was paying attention. "I'm really wet," she announced.

I think she could see my hard-on. There wasn't much I could do to hide it. "I'm going to take off my panties," she said. "Could I ask if you... could you take off your trowsers, so I can look at you while I do this?"

I was thinking that this was probably a mistake, but by then she was standing again and pulling down her panties, this time without turning her back. Her pussy looked so lovely and exciting that I felt that I should oblige her. "All right," I said, and standing up, I pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, and sat back down. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing.

"Oh!" she said. "You have a nice one!" Her right hand was moving methodically over her pussy now, dipping inside for juice, and then circling her clit, while her left hand flitted from nipple to nipple. She was breathing heavily now and staring intently at my cock. She moaned, and said, "This feels so good."

I was thinking that it was a big mistake as I did it, but I put my own right hand on my cock and began to stroke it very slowly. Patricia smiled in appreciation and began to make little mewing sounds. Suddenly she stopped the motion of her hands.

"Listen," she said. "Could you suck my nipples? There's no danger in that. No bodily fluids. I would really appreciate it. I think I'm going to cum soon."

At this point, I think it was too late for me to say no. I got down on my knees on the floor next to her, and seized her left breast with my hands. I began to run my tongue around her big nipple, feeling the rough texture, and then nipped it gently with my teeth. Patricia was masturbating intently again, moaning with each exhalation of breath. I moved to the right hand breast and began to work on that nipple.

"Oh, god," exclaimed Patricia. "Let me make you cum with my mouth. You can't catch anything that way. Please!" I hesitated, and she took advantage of my hesitation to reach down and seize my cock with her hand. I gasped in pleasure. I didn't realize how excited I had become by this whole unexpected tableaux. Before I could object, Patricia was on the floor, bending down to take my cock in her mouth. 

The pleasure was almost unbearable. I suppose it was the forbidden nature of the encounter that had made me the helpless victim of her lust and my own. She took me slowly in and out of her wet mouth, sucking me with an amazing urgency. At this point I lost all control of myself. I broke momentarily free from her and moved sideways into the 69 position. I offered my cock once more to her mouth as I violently seized her thighs and brought her wet cunt to my mouth. I couldn't believe how good she tasted. I was headlong into devouring her pussy when her climax began. It must have been multiple orgasms, because it just kept going on and on, and then I felt my own orgasm suddenly coming on like a freight train, and I shot again and again into her hungry mouth.

We lay silently for a minute or so. Then she turned around to face me, her eyes burning with intensity, and whispered to me, "Please, let's fuck. Please." She reached for my cock, and the moment it felt her hand, it was hard again. I rolled onto my back, and she quickly straddled my thighs and guided my cock inside her. She sat up and began to methodically ride me up and down, while squeezing her breasts with both her hands. I was bucking my hips to meet her; we found a certain point of teasing friction that was exquisite. I had forgotten all about my ethical qualms. I surrendered to her lust. Her cunt was divine. 

"Patricia," I demanded, "sit on my face." She obeyed. She moved up and planted her wet pussy on my mouth, rocking back and forth against my lips and tongue. Her cunt was all swollen and wetter than ever, and I cried out with pleasure as I ate her to another orgasm. She flooded my face with her climax, and then moved back down to mount my cock again. At this point we began to fuck wildly, keeping in synch with each other, but moving rapidly with all our might to a tremendous mutual climax. 

When it was over, I began to feel the guilt that I knew was inevitable. All kinds of anxieties plagued me. Could I hide the smell from my wife? Were there stains on my clothes? What if I caught something from Patricia? But I knew, as I said goodbye to her, that I could never forget the tremendous excitement that I had felt with Patricia.



Cheating



"You bitch, you fucking, dirty, cheating bitch."

"What? What are you on about?"

"You know full well what I'm on about."

"Look quieten down and come in," Amanda said looking past the distraught, slim blonde woman screaming at her from the front door of her terraced town house. She saw the Mini with two wheels on the pavement, the door open and the engine still running.

"Don't fuckingwell tell me what to do you sodding cow."

"Fiona, I have no idea what you are on about, so why not sort out your car and come in and have a cup of tea?"

"Tea, you're fucking my husband and you offer me tea!"

Amanda eventually persuaded Fiona to move the car and come inside.

They had known each other for three or four years having been neighbours until almost a year ago, when Fiona and David had moved to a large rambling house a few miles into the country from the Essex suburb where the townhouses were located. David's business had boomed and he was making big money, hence the move. 

Fiona and David had been very helpful when Amanda bought and moved into the town house adjacent to theirs. Her divorce from her husband of fifteen years had just come through and, although she had learned how to do things around a property, she had didn't have a man to help her and so David was extremely useful as she sorted the place out. Fiona was equally helpful as Amanda settled in and the three of them became firm friends.

Both in their late thirties, the girls had lots in common including having no children, but were different in many ways. Amanda was a career woman. She had a high powered job in a medium sized advertising agency, whereas Fiona didn't seem to work at all and looked after David's every need. When younger, she had been a moderately successful actress, having bit parts in a few soaps and doing quite a lot of repertory theatre work and a model, mainly for catalogues, but also for some TV ads. And a little 'glamour' stuff. She was still registered as an actress and model and did go on the occasional audition or reading.

They were very different physically. Fiona was blonde, Amanda had chestnut coloured hair that she wore long, tumbling down onto her shoulders; Fiona's was cut short in a bob with a long wave at the front, which continually fell down over her stunningly blue eyes. Amanda had a rounded figure with full D cup breasts and a curvaceous body. Fiona was taller and slimmer with a 'fashion model's' figure; long, long legs, flat tummy, a slim body, pert, at most, B cup boobs and an amazing bum, which was beautifully round, tight and shapely, a real head turner in tight jeans, which she wore frequently.

As Fiona moved the car so Amanda had to think quickly, she would have liked to phone David, but there wasn't time. She made the tea and, just as Fiona came back in shutting the front door behind, she lit a cigarette. 

"Can I have one of those?" Fiona asked, surprising the other woman who didn't know she smoked; not that Amanda did much, mainly feeling the urge after dinner or sex.

"Of course."

They sipped their tea and smoked their Marlboro Lights.

"I know you've been seeing him you know," Fiona said looking at Amanda.

"What are you saying?"

"I know."

"What you mean you know?"

"I just know it's you."

"What's me?"

"The bitch David has been fucking, it's you."

Amanda was thinking furiously trying to work out the best way to handle this. She had a quick mind and was brighter than Fiona, who was very much a girly woman and not too shrewd, but she was finding difficulty in working out the best way.

"Why do you think he's been with anyone."

"I know, wives just know that sort of thing."

"Yeah tell me about it," Amanda said thinking back to her wreck of marriage, which had failed due to both of them screwing around.

"And I know it's you, you bitch and I thought we were friends."

*

"You know I have always fancied you," David said as he broke the kiss with Amanda and, lifted up the hem of the black, cashmere sweater she was wearing. He pulled the sweater over her right breast and kissed it through the black silk and lace of her delicate bra. He sucked on her already swollen nipple and let his hand fall onto her upper thigh in the tight, white jeans. "And I know you've always fancied me as well, haven't you?"

Amanda didn't reply, there was no need for what he was saying was true. She had fancied David almost from the moment they had met when she moved into the house next to his and Fiona's. He was her type of man. Quick witted, bright, vibrant, with a great way with words, a self deprecating sense of humour and bags of get up and go and drive. He was the type that got things done and made things happen, no wonder, Amanda often thought, his business was successful. She often also thought how the hell he and Fiona went together, concluding that she was the sort of trophy wife men like David seemed to collect. Beautiful airheads to marry and women like me to fuck, she thought as he eased her breast out of the bra and sucked greedily on nipple.

"That's as maybe, but that doesn't mean I am going to sleep with you," she replied, pushing him away and wiggling her bra back in place.

"Why not?"

They were in the kitchen of Amanda's house on a Saturday morning. He'd turned up unexpectedly and she'd made some tea. As they finished that he had kissed her. It wasn't the first time they had been alone together. He had seen her at a bus stop outside Buckhurst Hill Central Line station one evening a few weeks ago and had given her a lift home. They'd chatted and stayed in his car outside her house for quite some time with the main topic being how unhappy he was at home and with Fiona. That was a subject they had often discussed when they were neighbours and he would pop in. Several times he had tried it on in visits like that and whenever they went to parties or functions he monopolised her on the dance floor, occasionally getting an erection as they danced and doing nothing to hide it, in fact he exaggerated it by pressing himself hard against her. 

At first Amanda hadn't liked it, but she was flattered and got used to him and his ways. She even flirted back. Often Fiona was around, but she didn't seem to mind or, maybe she didn't notice or, possibly didn't care, Amanda thought. They had first kissed at another neighbour's party and had repeated that a couple of times at other functions, but she hadn't let him go any further. It was harmless she thought, just harmless, albeit a little naughty, fun.

After David and Fiona moved, she didn't see either of them for a while, although she spoke to Fiona on the phone two or three times a week. The next time they met was at a tennis club dance and, as usual Amanda and David danced together several times. Nearing the end of the evening he kissed her neck. She didn't pull away, it felt nice.

"Come on," he'd said grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door as a dance finished. 

Hardly before she knew it they were outside in the dark. They were both a little pissed and it took no time at all for him to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply his tongue plunging quickly between her willingly opened lips. His hand found her breasts in the thin, low cut top and he squeezed the full flesh and pinched the erect nipples.

"No David, no," she gasped with little conviction as he put his hand on her leg just beneath the hem of her, rather short for a mid thirties woman, skirt.

"He kissed her harder and pressed his erection more firmly into her stomach.

"God you are a sexy bitch Mands," he groaned sliding his hand upwards on the outside and slightly towards the back of her left leg.

"David no," she groaned as she felt his hand on her bare bottom.

"Fuck you got no knickers on?"

"No it's s a thong."

"Bloody hell, let's have a look,." He growled pulling her skirt up and turning her round so he saw where the thong plunged into the crease of her bum. "That's fantastic," he went on stroking one of Amanda's cheeks.

She pulled herself together and pushed him off.

"Now stop it this is crazy."

She went home shortly after worried like hell at what had gone on. Worried but secretly pleased and flattered and certainly excited. She knew that he would have had to do little more to her to have made her start to cum.

He started texting her, asking her to see him. She replied saying no and that it was unfair to Fiona who she genuinely liked and admired for her elegant beauty and nice nature. Then he pulled up alongside her in his BMW M5 at the bus stop and gave her a lift home. 

She didn't think much about it putting it down to coincidence, but it was far from that for David had seen her there a couple of nights earlier getting on a bus and had been waiting that evening. Just as he was waiting a couple of evenings later and again gave her a lift.

As it happened, Amanda was in a hurry and immediately he stopped the car outside her house she was opening the door and getting out. She thought that was fortuitous as she said.

"Thanks for the lift David, but I must rush," and then she was gone.

He sent her more texts that evening ending with 

'Amanda we have to talk.'

She went back with. 'I don't think we do.'

She was away on business in Paris for the next few days so she didn't see him although he sent more texts asking to meet her.

'I have something that I have to tell you.'

His persistence wore her down.

'Ok meet me off the train tonight.'

'What time?'

'Around seven thirty.'

He was waiting when she came out of the station. She had been in client meetings all day so she was wearing one of her 'power suits.' Black pin striped, thin wool, with a four button tight jacket and a pencil skirt with black tights and high heels.

"Like a drink?"

"Best not to," she replied.

"Why?"

"Well not round here."

"So you would elsewhere?" He said quickly.

"Maybe, but we aren't elsewhere are we?"

He drove slowly away from Buckhurst Hill station towards Loughton where the small estate where she lived and they had met was located. 

"What are you doing?" She asked when he took a turn towards Epping Forest.

"I thought it might be better to talk somewhere we won't be seen. You know how nosy your neighbours are."

He pulled into a car park near to a lake that was used by anglers and dog walkers, but at this time of evening in the late Autumn, by few others. He drove to a far corner and turned the car round before stopping the car under an overhanging tree and killing the ignition.

Amanda could see what he was doing and whilst she was concerned about her friend Fiona she was also excited. She did fancy him and had for some time.

'I'm leaving Fiona,' he blurted out.

Amanda asked lots of questions about the 'whys, wherefores and whens' that David answered with conviction and assurance.

"We no longer have sex and I've moved into another bedroom," he said leaning over the central console of the car, taking her chin between his fingers and thumb and kissing her.

"No," Amanda said pushing him off. "When did all this kick off?"

"It's been coming for ages."

"So when did you stop having sex with her?"

"I haven't had her for probably three months, we're just not compatible," he replied leaning further towards her. "I can't get you out of my mind and when I used to have sex with her, I was imagining I was fucking you," he told her, kissing her again 

This time finding little resistance he reached over and cupped her left breast with his right hand.

Amanda hadn't had sex for a couple of months. After her marriage break up she had, she readily admitted, put it around a bit, but that had proved to be unrewarding. She found having sex with no emotional involvement unsatisfactory and she didn't want any emotional involvement so she had no sex.

As his hand found and squeezed her breast the sensation was so acute that a low whimper came from her mouth.

"Oh Mans," he groaned, moving his hand and slipping it inside her jacket. She was only wearing a bra under it and he easily found the smooth flesh of the swell of her breast above that.

As they kissed, he fumbled the top two buttons undone on her jacket. He could see her lacy, low cut bra and the expanse of flesh above it and recalled the night at the tennis club when he had sucked her nipple.

She came to her senses. "I think we should go now," she suggested and despite his protestations she insisted.

Now, though, in her house on that Saturday morning Amanda struggled to come up with a convincing reply to his question, 'Why not?'

"Because we shouldn't,"

They both knew that was a weak and unconvincing answer. So when he again kissed her, again slipped his hand up the cashmere sweater, again cupped her breast, again pinched her nipple and again eased her boob out from her bra, there was less resistance from her. She couldn't bring herself to stop him as she knew she should, he excited her so much. Her arms went round his neck and she pulled his lips more firmly onto hers as her tongue went into his mouth and duelled with his tongue. David rolled the sweater up, pressed her back against the granite work surface and wiggled himself between her slightly parted legs in the thin, white jeans. With no resistance whatsoever, he lifted each boob out from the black bra. He kissed each breast and sucked each nipple as he pressed his swollen cock right against her pussy and clit. He started to rub her with his erection.

"No," she groaned again, but with no conviction.

"Yes Mans, yes, we have to," he muttered kissing her, squeezing her boob and thrusting his cock hard against her.

"But Fiona, what about her?" Mandy groaned, worried about her friend.

"I think she's seeing someone else so don't worry about her, in any case she and I are finished," David said reaching down and grabbing Amanda's ample bum. It felt lovely to both of them, as did his erection against her pussy, as his hand did on her breasts and as his mouth did on hers. Any earlier resistance or inhibitions she had were now gone.

"Oh god, Mandy, I so want you. Say you want me too?"

"Oh David, I just don't know," she groaned back feeling his fingers slipping into the waist band at the back of her white jeans. 

She kissed him harder. His tongue was probing deep into her mouth, his hands and mouth were all over her breasts and he was slipping the fingers of his other hand into her jeans. The sweater was bunched round her neck, her bra was pushed down and her full tits were bare. His fingers were fumbling at the zip on her jeans. She was so torn. She knew she was being disloyal to Fiona, but then she had burned her boats with David, and he was now a free agent. She so fancied him, she was so attracted to him, she was so turned on by him and, she had to admit, she so wanted him. All discretion left her. All considerations for anyone or anything went out of the window. She had just one objective in mind, her pleasure and sexual satisfaction.

Taking the sweater in her hands she pulled it over her head and shook her long, unkempt hair into some semblance of order. As she did, her boobs jiggled and wobbled wonderfully. Now confident and sexually so aroused, Amanda reached behind and undid the clasp on her bra. She bared her tits for him and shuddered with expectancy as he slid the zip on her jeans down. She pulled at the hem of his polo shirt and they wriggled it up his body, over his head and off. He had a nice chest she thought as he pressed it against her naked breasts. Somehow both her jeans and his track suit trousers slid down their legs at the same time.

"God am I going to fuck you," he groaned as he felt her hand grasp his cock outside his boxers.

Almost simultaneously, although neither were really aware of what was happening, his boxers and her panties slid down their legs, They both then had that exquisite experience of a bare cock pressing against a bare stomach for the first time; that made Amanda shudder and a low grunt escaped from her mouth as David moaned. 

"Oh yes, oh yes."

He lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the work surface. Her jeans were round her ankles, her panties round her knees. His beautifully rampant cock was just millimetres from her open, hot, bloated and so very wet cunt. It took very little thought, planning effort or consideration for him to thrust his hips forward and send his cock surging deep into her.

*

"We are friends," Amanda said limply as she stared at Fiona in her kitchen.

"Friends, we aren't friends. Friends don't fuck each other's husbands."

Amanda didn't reply, after all what could she say? David and she had been seeing each other for the past few weeks and they had been shagging at every opportunity. They went well together. He was an excellent lover spending ample time on foreplay arousing her before slowly or urgently screwing her dependent on their mood and the circumstances. She thought she may be falling in love with him.

"But then you don't sleep with him do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just that, you lead separate lives don't you?" 

"What do you mean?"

Amanda realised that she was giving the game away, that she was admitting she had been with her friend's husband. She didn't reply.

"Why did you say that? What made you say that?"

"I don't know."

"Don't be daft, you said we lead separate lives, why?"

"I saw David, he mentioned it."

"He what?"

"Just that, he said you were leading separate lives."

"How do you mean?"

"Well that you didn't sleep together and that you both sort of did your own thing."

"The fucking liar," Fiona said much to Amanda's concern.

"Really?" She said hoping against hope that she wouldn't hear what she knew deep down she was going to hear.

"Yes really, we sleep together and our sex life has never been better. We have sex most nights."

Amanda's heart sunk. The man she thought she was falling for, no not thought, was falling for had misled her, lied to her and had conned her.

"Anyway," Fiona went on. "Why would he tell you that if, as you say, you haven't been fucking each other?"

Amanda couldn't reply; she didn't have one.

Belying her rather slow mind, Fiona pressed on. "You have been seeing him haven't you?"

*

"Darling you are just so wrong," David said.

"David I can smell her fucking perfume on your shirt and suit."

"I have no idea, perhaps a girl in the office sprayed her perfume as I went past or something."

"Don't talk stupid, perfume doesn't go like that," Fiona said standing beside their bed in just her panties, which she always slept in, unless David removed them.

David had just come home. It was after ten and he had been at Amanda's. He had collected her from the station and they had kissed round the corner from her house. Neither of them had expected much to happen as they had spent the previous afternoon making long, languid and thoroughly satisfying love in a hotel in St Martins Lane in Covent Garden, close to where Amanda worked. Somehow, though, as they kissed in his car their passion built up. He had undone her blouse, slipped her boobs out of her bra and had slid his hand up her skirt. He had pressed his fingers right on the top of her thighs inviting her to open them. She did and he pushed further so that his fingers found her clit inside her panties.

"Drop me, park the car somewhere then walk to the house," she whispered doing up her blouse, pushing her skirt down and getting out of the car. "Give me ten minutes."

He knocked on the door and was amazed when she opened it naked.

He had to think fast with Fiona and somehow had managed to persuade her that it was all a mistake. He took her in his arms, he kissed her, he felt her breasts, recalling the very different and far more exciting feel of Amanda's full tits in his hand. He slid her panties down.




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"Oh God Fiona, I so want you," he groaned, slipping his finger into the deep crease in her delicious arse and pressing right on her anus; he knew she loved that.

"God I am so going to fuck you," he groaned undoing his zip and getting his hardening cock out.

*

"You're joking," Amanda said incredulously when Fiona told her how she had smelt the perfume on him.

Amanda had to admit that she had been seeing David, but claimed it had only happened after he had said that he and she were leading separate lives. Fiona had told her what a bastard he was and that she, Amanda, was the third woman he'd had an affair with. Amanda felt terrible.

They talked for a long time, both admitting to thinking they were in love with him, despite him being a bastard.

"Do you still want him?" Amanda asked Fiona.

"Yes, I think so, do you?"

"I don't like to say it and I don't really want to, but yes I do."

"What do we do then?"

It took them a couple of hours, a whole pack of Marlboro lights, a complete pot of tea and a bottle of red wine to agree what they should do.

*

"What?"

"You heard," Fiona said.

"I heard, but don't believe it," David said, genuinely shocked.

"Well you should," Amanda added.

"So when was all this agreed?" He asked.

"That doesn't matter, all that matters is that we both have agreed what's going to happen and really it's out of your hands," Amanda said curtly.

*

"So he was with you, came home and then had sex with me an hour later," Fiona said.

"So it seems, quite an active sod isn't he?"

"Well as you know I'm really his third longish term partner."

"Yes I know and he was setting me up to be his fourth."

They were discussing this as they got near to the dregs in the bottom of the bottle of red wine. 

"But in the end result he really is something special isn't he?"

"Yes and I don't want to lose him," Fiona said.

"And I don't want to take him from you luv," Amanda said looking directly into the blonde's eyes as they sat in her first floor living room, their knees almost touching.

*

"You are both fucking joking aren't you?" David said in amazement.

He had come home from work around nine and was surprised, but not that worried, to see Amanda there. After all she and his wife were friends.

He was amazed, though at the news they delivered. They told him that they knew he had been double dealing both of them, but that they both still wanted him. Then they dropped the bombshell.

"No David, we are not fucking joking, we are deadly serious, we actually see relationships as being important," Amanda told him. "That's why we are suggesting that we live together, that I move in with the pair of you, that we have a real ménage a trois."

It was easier than any of them imagined.

Within a week, Amanda had moved in. She had her own bedroom as did Fiona. David had his own small room, his dressing room effectively and he would undress there and sleep with each of them on alternate nights. They had sat down and discussed the arrangements and had agreed that there would be no more subterfuge. It all had to be up front. There was to be no sneaking off by either couple. There must not, at all costs, be any cheating.

It worked surprisingly well, not only sexually, but in most other ways as well.

Whilst 'resting' as an actress, Fiona had trained to be a cordon bleue chef and she and her first husband had opened a high class restaurant in Chigwel, Essex. It was there that she had met David who was also married at the time to his 'childhood sweetheart,' a rather plain looking woman who was, even in her early thirties after having two children, letting herself go. She and David had a brief affair and they both left their partners and set up together. 

Despite her background in acting and modelling Fiona was at heart an 'earth mother' and was brilliant at looking after a house and, of course the cooking.

So she did all of that whilst David and Amanda went to work. He often gave Amanda a lift to the station and sometimes collected her in the evening as well; both of them relished the innocence with which they could now do that and they never stopped in a car park!

It was rare for Amanda and Fiona to be alone together, but when they did they chatted about how things were going along and both expressed their broad agreement that it was far better to the alternative of splitting up.

"We've all been there and know what a mess that is," Fiona said as she was preparing dinner.

"Yes some more than others," Amanda smiled.

"Hmmm I think David is a bit of a professional at it," Fiona replied making both of them laugh.

They fell into a routine. Amanda and David would go off to work, singly or together. Fiona would clean the house, do the washing and ironing, go shopping and prepare dinner. Unless Amanda was away on business, which she was a few days each month, they would have a drink before dinner, which they tried to eat around eight. They would usually drink at least a bottle of wine, watch a little TV then go to bed with David joining whoever's turn it was that night.

It really was a cake and eat it situation for David, who revelled in being able to sleep with both his mistress and his wife on alternate nights. Although something sexual went on between him and his partner pretty much every night, he didn't and probably couldn't have managed full sex seven nights a week. He did though manage to give each of them some form of sexual stimulation nearly every night, even if it was just with his fingers.

What really appealed to him was the variety of the sex he was able to experience with the two very different, both emotionally and physically, women.

He loved Amanda's breasts and adored Fiona's arse. He liked his mistresses more dominant manner, but also loved the way that his wife was submissive to him. He gained enormous pleasure from Amanda letting him cum in her mouth and swallowing it and from fucking his wife's arse. Regrettably neither would do both!

*

"Do think he'll get up to anything, while he's away?" Amanda asked Fiona.

"What with women?"

"Yes."

"I don't know, I don't really like to think about it."

"But you think he'll get up to something?"

"I imagine most men do when they're on a business trip in LA."

David had gone to away that morning and the two girls were about to have dinner.

"Yes I expect so."

"But then Mandy," Fiona smiled as she stirred the white sauce for the sea bass she was preparing, "You go away on business quite a lot, do you get up to anything?"

Amanda felt herself starting to blush for she had been having a 'no strings attached' affair with one of her work colleagues for quite some time.

"Have I got time for a quick shower before dinner?" Amanda asked.

"Yes, but be quick, ten minutes?"

Amanda poured herself another glass of white wine and took that to her room where she undressed, had a quick shower and then dried herself sipping the cold wine before slipping into a loos, hip length, white tee shirt and pale grey track suit trousers; she didn't bother with a bra enjoying the freedom of her unfettered breasts. She often wore that outfit to relax in during the evenings.

"So are you happy with the way things are going?" She asked Fiona as they sat across the kitchen table eating the fish dinner.

"Yes pretty much are you?"

"Mostly yes."

"Just mostly."

"Well I can't help, but I do feel jealous at times, don't you?"

"Not really no. When do you feel that?" Fiona asked.

"At night, when he's with you."

"I see yes I do get some pangs then."

"Particularly," Amanda said not too sure whether she should continue.

"Yes?"

"Well when I hear noises."

"Me? Sorry I know I can be noisy at times."

"Both of you actually, do you hear David and me?"

"Yes the walls aren't that thick, I hear most of what goes on."

They finished dinner, cleared up and went into the TV room to watch an episode of The Sopranos, which was being rerun on a cable channel.

Over the next few nights the girls got to know each other better in their new roles as co-lovers to David. They became much friendlier and closer. They realised they shared a man and both enjoyed his sexual attentions. They really were becoming true partners in this strange, but to both of them at present, satisfying relationship. They were also becoming more open and liberal in their attitudes. They could refer to stuff they did with David, not graphically, but obliquely, albeit in a way the other understood.

As they became more frank and open with their attitudes towards David and their individual relationships with him, so they also became more open towards each other. Hence, Amanda wearing the tee shirt without a bra, Fiona often wearing a long, flowing dressing gown that fluttered open as she moved or sat thus showing all of her long, shapely legs. They would walk round the house in their underwear or wrapped in towels and both sunbathed topless by the small pool. 

After David had been away for the best part of the first week of his two week trip, they had become much more comfortable with each other, they were relaxed in each other's company and were becoming ever closer; they were like two sisters.

*

"I've got my cock in my hand, it's so hard, it's throbbing. I'm stroking it imagining it's your mouth. I'm cradling my balls thinking it's your tongue licking them. I'm starting to wank, do it with me. Get your tits out Mands, let me see those big soft titties, play with your nipples Fi, help me cum"

David had phoned several times usually talking to both of them one after the other. This time, an early Saturday evening, he'd said to Fiona.

"Get Mandy on another extension." She had and they had both listened to what he had to say looking at each other.

"Ok, but why?" Fiona said when David had told both of them to go to their bedrooms.

"Don't ask, just do it," he said very firmly playing to her submissive tendencies. They did as he asked.

"Now sit or lie on your beds."

"Did you er, um, er do as he asked?" Amanda said to Fiona on the phone after David had rung off.

"Yes, Mandy I did, did you?"

"Yes?" Mandy replied as she lay on her bed, her jeans round her ankles, her panties round her knees and the tee shirt round her neck. She was cradling the phone between her ear and her shoulder, one hand was still idly stroking her breast the other was resting on her mound. The fingers on that hand were sticky with her womanly excretions that had flowed from her body as her lover had said.

"Come on both of you, fuck yourselves and think it's me."

"Well that was pretty way out wasn't it?" Amanda said to Fiona after they had both showered and were downstairs about to prepare dinner. She was again wearing the baggy tee shirt with no bra and the tracky trousers whilst Fiona was wearing a little silky camisole sort of top with spaghetti straps and a low front and short shorts.

"Bloody amazing he's a sod isn't he?"

"Yes," Amanda smiled at her friend, "But a rather thoughtful one. I needed that didn't you?"

"Mmmm, I did, it was lovely."

"Yes, I thought you enjoyed it," Amanda smiled.

"Was it that obvious?"

"Well let's just say it didn't seem as if you were faking it."

"Oh dear, sorry," Fiona said looking a little downcast.

"Don't be that luv, it was good."

"Good, how do you mean?"

Amanda had to think for a moment, she wanted to recall accurately her memory of what had gone on, for she was slightly disturbed at her feelings and emotions.

As David had explained how he was pumping his cock and imagining, as he put it "I'm fucking your cunt Mands and your arse Fi," Amanda had been pinching and pulling her nipples, squeezing her tits and rubbing her clit. As she was doing that, so Fiona was laying on her back completely naked, her legs were wide open and her knees were drawn up. She had both hands between her thighs with one set of fingers plunging in and out of her pussy and the other stroking and rubbing her clit. She was grunting and groaning, moaning and sighing as the waves of her climax flooded over her.

Amanda, hearing her friend on the phone making such noises felt strange. She too was near to cumming as she listened to David saying what he was doing and what he would like to do to them. That was exciting, but hearing Fiona was equally so. Having her friend make such noises in her ear was hugely erotic Amanda thought. So much so that as she climaxed, not only did her mind dwell on David and his lovely cock, but also on Fiona and her beautiful face and slim, lovely body. Amanda had no sexual experience whatsoever with other women.

"I found everything very erotic," she finally said very quietly.

"Everything?" Fiona asked opening a bottle of white wine. 

She looked right at Amanda, who held her gaze.

"Yes Fi, everything."

"What exactly do you mean by everything?" Fiona asked leaning forward in front of the seated Amanda to pour wine into the glass Amanda was holding out.

"What David said he was doing, what he'd like to do to us and what I was doing to myself and er, never mind."

"I know what you mean Mands."

"Do you?"

"Yes I think so."

"What?" Amanda asked tentatively as she looked right down the front of Fiona's top seeing her small breasts topped by dark, nearly brown areola and nipples, which looked to be hard.

"What I found sexy too."

"And what was that?" Amanda asked as Fiona straightened up, walked across the kitchen, her gorgeous arse wiggling wonderfully in the tight, short shorts, and leaned against the work surface. Her long, tanned legs were stretched out in front of her crossed at the ankles as she sipped her wine, looked at Amanda across the top of her glass and said softly.

"You making those noises Mands, I found that sexy and I guess you did too with me. Yes?"

Still holding each other's gazes across the kitchen, Amanda said very softly "Yes Fiona, I did."

*

Amanda had indeed found Fiona's noises hugely erotic. She had never heard another woman cum in real life. That and the intimacy of her friend being just a few feet away, albeit out of sight in another room, greatly and totally unexpectedly aroused her.

But then so much was doing that to her recently. She was finding many and new experiences arousing and exciting.

The whole ménage a trois, the expectancy of what would happen with David on her nights with him, the thought of Fiona being in the next room, hearing her and David when it was not her turn, having such regular and fulfilling sex all contributed to making her feel as if a large part of her life revolved around sex.

It was that, she reconciled, which was leading her, and presumably Fiona as well, to develop more open, frank and liberal attitudes and behaviours. Or was it, she smiled as she thought about it, the liberalisation of their attitudes that had led them into sharing a man? A bit chicken and egg there.

Since her marriage break up she had not had the regularity of sex that she was now getting from David. When she and he talked about that after sex when they were alone he'd said.

"I surprise myself, I never thought I would want it every night, but I do, it's the variety I suppose," as his fingers trailed across her full breast

Amanda laughed "What like Little and Large is it?"

Cupping her boob, he kissed it, "Yes something like that, they compliment each other."

"What my and Fiona's tits?"

"Yes, very much."

"Well they aren't alike are they?"

"No not at all, that's what I mean."

Amanda, a little tipsy and glowing in the aftermath of her second orgasm in an hour had said rather coquettishly. "Which do you prefer?"

"Don't go there Mands, that's not fair is it?"

"No, I guess not."

"Let's just leave it that if Fi's nipples were on your tits, I would die the happiest man in the world."

Despite having such 'regular servicing' Amanda had recently started to masturbate again. She had used that method of relief fairly frequently before moving in with Fiona and David, but had stopped once she was being 'looked after' every other night. In the past couple of weeks, though, she had found the nights when David was screwing Fiona to be hugely frustrating. Hence, as the sounds from the other bedroom suggested that they were doing it so she would do it to herself. Sometimes on her back legs open or clamped round her hand, sometimes on her front, both hands between her legs and sometimes sitting or standing in front of the mirror. It didn't matter for all that concerned her was that she wasn't being fucked and that she needed the relief, so she gave it to herself.

The erotic nature of their three way relationship was, of course, heightened and stimulated each night when David and his partner would go to bed. They had got into the habit of having a nip of brandy or a small Scotch around ten just as the news started. After finishing those, David and Amanda or Fiona would go to bed and the other girl would clear up, lock the doors and follow them up the stairs ten to fifteen minutes later. Watching Fiona leading David out of the room and up the stairs knowing that shortly they would be screwing really was a huge turn on for Amanda. That was made even stronger by the grunts, groans, moans and indecipherable words she heard when she passed the door of their room and went into hers next door.

She thought it probable that the change in the mood and atmosphere was also the prime reason why she was more relaxed in what she and Fiona wore around the house. Both girls exposed much of their bodies, especially their legs and breasts, to each other and both were relaxed by the other looking at them.

*

"I wish my tits were more like yours Mands." Fiona said as Amanda slipped out of her beach wrap and sat down on the lounger alongside Fiona's by the pool the day after their three-way phone call with David. Amanda was wearing a red patterned bikini, the bra of which was slightly on the small side for her and her boobs seemed to be tumbling out of the cups.

"They can be a bloody nuisance at times," Amanda replied glancing up and feeling odd when she saw her friend's eyes glued to her breasts and the deep cleavage created by the tight bra.

"What at the gym and golf, I assume?"

"Yes, it's a bloody nightmare on the running machine," Amanda said rubbing oil into her arms and upper chest and looking at Fiona's small bare breasts and the big, dark areola and nipples that David would die a happy man for if they were on her tits. They did, Amanda thought, look very erotic, more so than her pale pink rather small jobs.

"Bet the men don't reckon that, I bet they love it, do they stare much?"

"All the time."

Amanda oiled her legs aware that Fiona was watching her. She glanced up several times and they smiled at each other.

"Ok luv?" She asked?

"Mmmmm yes, I love the sun."

Amanda lay down on her front and reached round and unclipped her bra. 

She hadn't put any oil on her back Fiona noticed as she looked at her friend's squashed breasts. She almost asked if she would like her to put some on her back, but she pulled back. She felt awkward about that, thought it was slightly too intimate for the setting and worried what Amanda might think. She also worried about how she would feel.

Fiona was nowhere near being a lesbian and didn't even consider herself to be bisexual, but over the years she had, as she thought of it, 'messed around with girls' a bit. But then in the actor/model world she had inhabited since her teens that was pretty much the norm, everyone seemed 'play' a little bit now and then, boys and girls, she almost giggled.

Her mobile rang. She clicked it on listened for a few moments, rang off and said "Fuck."

"What's up?" Mandy asked turning and lifting herself up so she could look at Fiona.

"My bloody mother's popping in," she said her pulse racing a bit as she looked at Amanda and saw her friend's breasts hanging down from her raised body the nipples just grazing the lounger.




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As it happened Fiona's mother didn't stay long, she only needed to borrow a power hose. Amanda had met her before and liked the sixty something year old, very elegant woman who even at that age still turned heads. They had a cup of tea on the terrace and then she was off.

The girls cleared up the patio table and Amanda followed Fiona into the kitchen. Her eyes watched in admiration the way her friend's superb bum wiggled and swayed in the small bikini bottom. Fiona had slipped on a white, sleeveless vest, similar to those worn by athletes. It was thin and tight with narrow straps. It did little to hide the shape, colour and fullness of her nipples and Amanda immediately wondered what Fi's mum must have thought, although she had shown no surprise.

Amanda had tied the beach wrap around her body above her boobs, although it had slipped a little and her cleavage was on show.

"What shall we do for dinner?" Fiona asked.

"I don't mind, but I don't feel like going out, maybe barbecue something," Amanda replied as they walked back outside.

"Good idea, I have some steaks, that and salad?"

"Smashing, shall I get the steaks out the freezer?"

"Yes that'll be great, perhaps a swim and some more sun first," Fion said walking to the edge of the pool and diving in, still wearing the vest.

In the kitchen, Amanda leaned against the work surface and closed her eyes as she collected her thoughts. The last two days had been strange. The phone call with David, her reactions to that and hearing Fiona down the phone, the conversation they'd had about finding the noises the other made and the way Fiona had looked at her as she lay beside her topless. She couldn't understand what was going on or what was happening to her.

After removing the ribeyes from the freezer she walked back to the pool. 

Fiona was lying on her back on the sun bed. Amanda lay beside her and again undid the clasp on the back of the bra of her bikini and dropped it on the ground beside her, but a little to the rear. Fiona turned on her side to look at Amanda, ostensibly to enquire what she was up to during the current week, but really to look at her friend's body. The way her squashed breasts poked out from her sides against the bed was shiveringly exciting. Fiona was getting excited and very warm.

"I think I'll have a swim?" she said getting up and sliding into the pool still wearing the vest

Amanda watched Fiona cutting elegantly and effortlessly through the water for several lengths of the pool. She came up to the side and rested her arms on the edge of the pool. 

"You coming in Mands?" She asked staring at her friend as she stood up straight in the waist high water.

The water had made the singlet pretty much transparent. Although she had seen them before, Fiona's nipples looked to Amanda to be so erotic peering out from the see through cotton of her top.

Although Fiona was aware that her nipples would be on show and that Amanda was staring at them, she wasn't doing that as a conscious come on to her friend to see if she was interested in any girl fun. It had of course crossed her mind, several times in fact. The last one being when her she had taken the call from her mum and Amanda had raised up from the sun bed so that her gorgeous boobs had dangled down so invitingly, but she wasn't one to push herself in situations like that.

"It looks good," Amanda stuttered her eyes seeing little other than Fiona's breasts and nipples. They stared at each other for a moment or two before Amanda said.

"Mmmmm, I think I will."

She reached to her side for her bikini top, but it had slid further behind her, she couldn't reach it. She started getting up and realised that would completely expose her bare breasts to Fiona who was standing in the pool no more than six feet from where she was lying. She was torn. Ok, Fiona had seen them before when they had sunbathed, but that, Amanda's mixed up mind was thinking, was before. Before what, she asked herself as she wondered what to do? Before we became so close, she answered her own question. Fiona saw what was happening and realised Amanda's problem and dilemma. 

"There's only you and me Mands, you don't really need that," she said quietly.

Amanda wasn't sure she had heard Fiona properly and if she had whether she was up for topless swimming, lovely though she knew it was from previous swims with her ex. She thought for a moment her gaze being held my Fiona who felt on tenterhooks.

Amanda easing herself up from the sun bed, her full breasts wobbling and swaying as she exposed her voluptuous figure in the tiny bikini and stood on the side looking down at Fiona, was one of the most erotic sights she had ever witnessed. 

Amanda saw Fiona staring at her and recognised the look. It was one that all women and particularly full breasted ones, receive now and then. It was a look of lust and want. That disturbed her. Not upset or worried her, but it did make her wonder what was happening to her and if she was 'reading' her friend's look accurately. She decided not to tempt fate.

"Actually, I think I'll forget the swim Fi, it's getting a little chilly."

"Yes I can see that," the other woman said without thinking.

Amanda, of course, knew what she meant. Feeling embarrassed, yet excited at the reference to her obviously hardened nipples, she turned away.

"Sorry," she muttered for some inexplicable reason as Fiona climbed out of the pool. 

Amanda bent down and picked up her bra, her boobs again dangling and swaying in a way that caught Fiona's eye, but then breasts like Amanda's with her bent over would have attracted anyone's eye. Picking up her wrap as well, Amanda didn't bother putting the bra on, but instead pulled the thin, white, voile round her, tucking one end inside the other just above her breasts.

"Hand me a towel, luv?" Fiona asked from behind Amanda.

Amanda picked up a towel, turned and went to hand it to Fiona, but stopped when she her friend pulling the vest over her head. Just as Fiona had witnessed a hugely erotic sight when Amanda had stood topless above her on the side of the pool, so she now experienced a similar feeling when Fiona removed the vest and stood just a few feet away from her naked from the waist upwards.

"Thanks," Fiona said taking the towel and wrapping it round her.

Amanda replied. "Yes, I can see it's cold as well?"

It was a strange, quite incongruous, unique and highly erotic experience to be standing by the pool, both only partially dressed as they looked at each other's nipples.

"Oh Fiona what's happening to us?" Amanda blurted out.

"I don't know, well I do, but I don't know why," Fiona replied closing the gap between them and holding her friend's hand. "Come on let's go inside and have a drink or a cup of tea and talk about it."

*

Sitting at the kitchen table drinking firstly cups of Earl Grey and then red wine, they were both reminded of the time in Amanda's house, which she was now renting out for two thousand pounds a month, when Fiona had confronted her about shagging David.

They had talked at length about the way he had been lying to both of them. How he'd cheated on them just as he had on his previous wife and live in lover.

"Such bastards aren't they?" They both agreed.

"But he is a special bastard isn't he, I wonder if we could ever stop him cheating?" Fiona pondered.

"We?"

"Er yes why not?" Fiona said.

And from that they developed the idea of them living as trio. They talked about every angle of it and couldn't really find a major fault. They even started to believe they could stop him cheating.

"That has to be a firm rule," Amanda suggested.

"What does?"

"Nothing must be done behind the other's back."

"How do you mean?"

"Neither of us should have any form of sex without the others knowing."

"Absolutely."

"So what do you think is happening and why?" Amanda asked the second glass of red wine doing the trick and lowering both girl's inhibitions. She looked at Fiona across the table wrapped in the large, dark blue beach towel.

Fiona knew she had to be careful. Although she thought that Amanda probably was feeling the same bisexual stirrings as she was, she couldn't be sure. Several girls she'd known when she was an active actress and model had recounted stories during boozy girly evenings of making mistakes, often, funnily enough with close friends or sisters.

"Not sure," she said, sitting on the fence as she added. "What do you think Mands and er, um feel?"

It was now the chestnut coloured haired woman's turn to be on the spot, the ball was back in her court. Mandy took a swig, probably too large a one on the strong Rioja that David preferred, and lit a Marlboro red, the off licence in the village having run out of Lights. Those actions gave her time to think of her response. To decide just what she should say, what she should admit and what she should own up to.

Although she had never been in such a sexual predicament, Amanda was used to conducting delicately balanced meetings and negotiations. Instinctively she drew on those experiences and decided to be open and to the point.

"I don't know why Fiona, but I feel odd when I am with you."

"Odd?" the blonde asked reaching across the table to pick up the cigarettes. Amanda saw that and picked them up to hand them to her. Their hands touched, Amanda's fingers on Fiona's palm the back of that hand against the table. They stayed like that as Amanda, after averting her gaze from Fiona's and instead looking at their touching hands, whispered.

"Odd Fiona in the way that...." She paused and smiling went on. "I wasn't chilly out there you know."

Fiona was puzzled for a moment wondering just what the hell Amanda was talking about, but then got it. She smiled.

"So it wasn't a chill that gave you that reaction?"

"No," Amanda said softly "Was it you?"

"No it wasn't for me either," Fiona admitted as the packet of cigarettes slipped and they held hands firmly.

 They simply sat still for a while their hands intertwined as their minds took in what the other was saying.

"So you feel the same as me?" Amanda said, looking away from Fiona, embarrassed to look her in the eye.

"Yes Amanda, I do. It was excitement that did that to me."

"Oh God, what's happened to us? How can sex so have overtaken us?" She asked.

"I don't know it's just this three way thing I think. My mind is never far from thinking about it."

Amanda thought about that for a moment, before saying. "Yes that is true." She felt Fiona's finger rubbing the inside of her wrist in little circles and realized she was doing the same. It felt nice. "Whenever David is around I am thinking of sex with him, if you know what I mean," she went on

"Yes I do, I'm the same."

They looked at each other and stared straight into the other's eyes.

"Every night I am either looking forward to having sex with him or feeling screwed up because he's going to be with you," Amanda said.

"Yes exactly, but then Mands, when I'm in bed and hear you and him I get so excited."

"I'm the same, it seems as if I'm aroused nearly all the time, even when I am at work I'm thinking of sex and David and you and I get excited."

She felt Fiona's hand gripping her wrist slightly more tightly.

"Are you now Mandy?" Fiona said very huskily.

"Yes, yes I am."

Fiona got up, walked round the table and stood beside Amanda, she was still holding her hand. Amanda looked up and slowly stood up. They faced each other, they were both breathing deeply, Amanda's full breasts moving up and down.

"What do we do?" Amanda asked.

Fiona ran her hand up Mandy's arm. "What would you like to do?"

"I just don't know?" Amanda whispered, totally torn between all of her sexual upbringing and the tormented sexuality feelings now roaring through her.

With no real thought or planning by either girl they, naturally it seemed to each of them, fell into the other's arms. Sliding their arms round each other, they stood cuddling for a few moments. The feel of Amanda's large, luscious breasts sending huge thrills through Fiona, Fiona's nipples on Amanda's boobs exciting her even more. The taller blonde stroked the long, lustrous curls of chestnut coloured hair that was rubbing against her face. It felt lovely to both of them.

"Do you Fiona?"

"I'm not sure," Amanda replied enjoying the sensations of being held and caressed by her friend. "Have you Fiona?"

"Have I what?"

"You know."

"I don't Mands, tell me."

"Have you er, oh shit what am I saying?"

Fiona felt unusually in control and bold.

"Are you asking whether I have been with a girl, Mands."

The enormity of what she was asking shocked Amanda, just as Fiona's almost casual "Yes, yes I have, have you?" Did.

"No never," Amanda replied a shiver going through at the thought of her friend with another woman.

Fiona didn't reply for a moment as she ran her fingers lightly across Amanda's bare back and revelled in the feeling of the soft breasts squashed against her chest. Her fingers slid a little way into the folds of the wrap at the back as she whispered.

"Would you like to Mandy?" And pulled her friend's face so they were looking at each other.

The words crashed into Amanda's sex ravaged mind, they were the most erotic she had ever heard. She stared into Fiona's eyes looking for a sign or something, but in truth she had no idea what she was looking for. What she did see, however, was her friend's piercing blue eyes and full red lips as they moved towards her. Just as they were about to close the gap between them completely, Amanda breathed.

"Yes."

*

"God I have missed you two," David said putting an arm round each of them and pulling them both to him.

He'd just arrived home from Heathrow by cab and they had rushed to meet him in the large, pea shingle covered driveway. He hadn't even paid the driver who was getting the luggage from the boot of the car as he David kissed and cuddled both women, the driver looking on in curious amazement.

They went inside and he kissed both of them again, this time each kiss being longer and more passionate.

"Good trip?" Amanda asked as David and Fiona broke their kiss and he moved his face towards hers, making Amanda tremble with desire as she realised just how much she had missed him.

"Great businesswise, but terrible with missing the pair of you."

"Well missing sex on the plate every night with two different women's must be tough, darling," Fiona chipped in.

"It certainly is," he replied stroking each girl's bum as they stood in a huddle in the square hallway. "I so want both of you."

Looking across his chest the two girls caught each other's eyes. They had chatted about who would have David first when he returned.

"After all," Fiona had said, "He did have both of us the night before he left."

"So," Mandy smiled "Are you saying he should have us both on his first night back?"

"How about afternoon?" Fiona had replied stroking her friend's bare arm

"I'm sure that can be arranged aren't you Mands?" Fiona said as they both looked at David.

"Absolutely, come on darling, come upstairs with both of us."

In the bedroom they both kissed him again and as Fiona undid his belt and zip, Amanda unbuttoned his shirt. As they were stripping him completely, with the girls oooing and ahhing at his full erection he said. "What's going on?"

"Just lie on the bed and watch," Fiona said, pulling the thin, vee necked sweater over her head. As was the norm now she was not wearing a bra, although that didn't register with her husband.

David did as he was told. "Jesus Fi, you ok with this?" He asked glancing at Mandy who had slipped her jeans off and was standing there in her tee and thong.

"Oh yes David very ok," she replied slipping the denim micro skirt down her long, tanned legs and stepping out of it.

They both watched as Amanda pulled the tee over head, quickly reached behind her, unclasped the bra and bared her breasts. They moved towards either sides of the bed in just their thongs. 

David didn't know where to look or what to do. Several times he had asked both of them separately if they would like to try a threesome, but neither had seemed willing or had shown any enthusiasm for it so he gave up. Two girls in different beds is so much better than just one in one he had reconciled as he watched his mistress and his wife remove their thongs and climb onto the bed either side of him.

They snuggled up to him and he alternated deep, tongue searching kisses with them as their hands roamed over his body. He lost the sense of who was doing what to him for most of the time his eyes were closed and he was kissing. But he felt his chest being stroked, his small manboobs being cupped, his nipples pinched and licked, chewed and bitten and his stomach caressed. He felt fingers flittering up and down his achingly hard erection, hands cupping his balls and palms wrapped his cock pumping it.

As the girls did that so their hands touched, they felt each other's fingers and they softly caressed each other's wrists. Looking up from kissing David or from sucking his nipple, their eyes locked and they smiled knowingly. Both of them thought of going down on him and sucking him, but were a reticent to do so in front of the other.

David was, of course, loving what they were doing. He simply adored his two women making love to him simultaneously, but now he badly needed to cum, he had to have full sex, he needed to fuck one of them, but how could he disappoint the other, he wondered?

They solved it for him. Wordlessly, Fiona straddled him and reached down and taking his cock she placed it against the lips of her pussy.

"Come on Mands," she whispered nodding towards David's head. Amanda immediately knew what she meant, as did David. With her legs wide open she knelt across David's face, her warm, wet, throbbing pussy just a few centimetres from his mouth; it was something she and he had done frequently. He grabbed her fulsome arse and pulled it towards him just at the same time as his wife let herself slide downwards filling her sexual innards with his full, rampant erection. 

As both were being thoroughly 'serviced' by David they were staring at each other. Their slightly glazed were eyes boring into the other and roaming up and down the naked, female body just a short distance away from their own. Fiona watched mesmerised as her friend's gorgeously shaped, full breasts bounced up and down as she moved and Amanda stared, as if transfixed by seeing David's thick cock being devoured by Fiona's pussy lips.

Unbeknown to their husband and lover, for his view was restricted by Amanda's body, they reached out and held hands. Fiona badly wanted to hold Amanda's breasts and both wanted to kiss, but it was not time for those actions -- yet. 

And then, as his wife fucked him and he tongue fucked his mistress the three of them roared towards a mutual orgasm.

"Yes, I rather think we should, don't you Mands?" Fiona said as they three of them sat round the pool after an early, light dinner that evening.

David had asked if the 'three in a bed thing' was to become more frequent "Or," he added looking from one to other "Perhaps permanent?"

Whilst both of them were at work the next day, Fiona with help from the guy that came in and did odd jobs, moved the furniture around. She turned Amanda's room into a dressing room that both girls could share and brought the double bed from that room into hers and positioned it alongside the other one creating one huge, much larger than King sized bed.

"That will do nicely" she said to Ted who she knew must have been wondering what the hell was going. She didn't explain, but thought 'Until the new king size turns up next week.

That night David fucked them both.




Cheating



After David had collected Amanda from the station on the Monday, he hadn't gone into his office, but had been to see a customer in Watford all day, and they arrived home together, Fiona said she had a surprise.

"Come and see," she said leading them upstairs her stunning bum swaying wonderfully in the bikini bottom she was wearing.

"Oh wow," David smiled looking at the huge bed "Ok for you Mands?"

"Mmmmm, very nice," Amanda agreed feeling a tad overdressed alongside Fiona and David who was just wearing chinos and an open neck shirt. She was wearing a light grey, thin wool suit, with a white low cut tee and a pencil, just above the knee skirt. The suit jacket had one oversized button that did up right under her boobs and had narrow flared lapels that cut across her breasts, dissecting her nipples. When she had first worn the suit she had wondered to herself what it would like with no blouse or bra under it. She'd tried it on like that 'Just right for wearing at a swingers' dinner party' she'd thought seeing the large expanses of her bare breasts and just the 'hint of pink' as the lapels slashed across her boobs.

"Enough room for all of us?" Fiona said throwing herself on the bed as she added "I've ordered a real king size so we will have a proper head board."

"Great," David smiled laying on the bed, "Hope that's strong enough to restrain you when I tie you up he laughed, kissing Fiona. "I think you deserve a reward Fi," he went on as he and Amanda looked at where the camisole top was gaping and her little tits and bare stomach were on show. That together with her long, bare legs, created quite an erotic show of naked flesh.

"Mmmmm sounds good, what did you have in mind?"

"I'm sure we can think of something," David said slipping his hand up her cami adding "Don't you Mands," as Fiona helped him struggle out of his chinos whilst her removed his shirt.

"Undoubtedly," she replied feeling a little awkward and left out.

Fi realised that. "Well why don't you take that beautiful business suit off as you think," she said reaching down and whipping her top off.

Amanda was now aroused. The unexpectedness and the spontaneity together with the normal sensations she got when the three of them were together in the evenings was getting to her. She slid out of her suit, folded it neatly over a chair and shrugged out of the tee; she wasn't wearing tights as her legs had a nice tan. She sat on the edge of the bed her back to the others.

"Hey what about that?" David said nodding at her bra.

"Yes come on Mandy, it's tits out time," Fiona giggled adding "Hey let me?"

She rolled over on her side and wiggled alongside David reaching out for Mandy's bra clasp. Seeing his wife's lovely bum right alongside him, David grabbed one of the cheeks and squeezed it.

"Mmmm nice," Fiona murmured, fumbling with Mandy's clasp as she realised that her husband was pulling her panties down. 

He slid his hand between her legs.

"Oooo Fiona you are a naughty girl, you're soaked," he said wriggling out of his boxers. "Now what has caused that?" He asked as he watched his wife remove his mistress' bra. Her nice big tits were bared as she turned round and, he saw, looked at Fiona first not him. Momentarily wondering what had gone on while he was away, he got behind his wife in a spoon position.

"Want to claim your reward Fi?" He asked pushing his cock right against her pussy lips.

Looking at Amanda and hardly taking any notice of him, or so David thought, Fiona grunted "Yes."

Her face was so near to Amanda's tits, her mouth was so near to the pink areola and her lips and tongue so close to the clearly hardened nipples. It was so difficult to stop herself, so hard to resist her friend's wonderful breasts, but resist she knew she had to, at least for now. 

She tore her gaze away, but held Amanda's hand. They squeezed their fingers as Mandy, at David's coaxing, moved alongside, but also slightly behind and above Fiona. David kissed her and cupped her boobs. Fiona looked at her husband's hands and fingers on her friend's breast and nipple as he squeezed and caressed the wonderfully pliant flesh. It was a hugely exciting sight. 

Amanda was watching Fiona looking at her tits and saw her suddenly close her eyes, throw her head back a little and grunt deeply. She looked at David and understood what had happened. He had shoved his cock into his wife and was holding it there rigid and still. At the same time he gripped Fiona's nipple with his other hand and urged Amanda forward so they could kiss. As she and he 'swapped tongues' and David continued caressing her breasts he started to move in and out of his wife from behind. 

It was a magically erotic moment for all of them especially when Fiona could not resist touching her friend any longer. So with Fiona being fucked by her husband and him pinching and pulling on her long, dark nipples, Amanda and David kissing passionately, David rubbing, squeezing and caressing Mandy's full breasts, Fiona slid her hand up her friends legs and softly stroked her rounded bum.

They lay there for a while after David came and after both girls had had nice orgasms. They got up, put their clothes away and were about to have a shower when Fiona said.

"The pool is wonderfully warm, just right for skinny dipping."

Giggling like kids they jumped into the pool naked and splashed around for a while laughing and joking.

"Hang on, let's get some wine," David called out climbing out and going into the house.

"Did you like that Mands?" Fiona said moving close to her friend.

"What, watching David and you screwing?"

"Yes," Fiona said glancing at the house, before moving very close to Amanda. She slid her arm round and whispered "I meant this as well," as she stroked Amanda's bum.

"Here we go, nice cold Pinot, just right for a swimming pool," David called out walking towards the pool a bottle and three plastic glasses in his hands, his dick dangling down and swinging a little as he walked. He got in with them and poured the wine. They stood in a corner of the pool a girl either side of the man. They drank the wine, probably rather too quickly for they were chattering and giggling in the way that slightly tipsy people do. It didn't take long for that to turn slightly ribald and highly intimate.

"Jesus girls I so enjoyed that and the other night, what's happened?"

"Nothing really," Fiona replied glancing at Amanda who was working hard to keep a straight face. "Is there Mands?"

"No nothing, not at all."

"Well whatever, just keep it up" David said glancing at Amand'as boobs, which looked as if they were floating on the water. He reached out and touched one. "Sorry I missed you out Mands."

"No problem, it goes like that, Fi was there ready and waiting."

David's hand cupped her breasts and lifted it out of the water. Both girls looked down at the same time and they saw that his erection was returning.

"Yes she was," David said running his other hand over Amanda's other breast. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as Fiona slid her hand down and grasped his semi erect cock.

"Just David," Fiona whispered cupping his balls in her other hand "As Mands is now, aren't you Amanda."

"Yes, I suppose I am," she croaked her body loving the combination of the warm water on her nudity, David's hand on her breasts, being in the outdoors and the three of them doing this together.

"Why don't you fuck her David?" Fiona said softly as she moved closer her arm touching Amanda's boobs as she reached down with both hands for her husband's cock. "You want to be fucked don't you Amanda?"

Feeling bold and adventurous and hugely turned on Amanda growled a reply. "Yes, I do."

She mover close to David, put her arms round his neck and using the water to support her a little she wrapped her legs round his waist. "Fuck me like this David," she said, almost instantly making him fully hard.

David held her, one hand round her waist the other under her buttocks. They kissed hard and deep. She was impressed and he was amazed at his recovery so quickly. As they were kissing, Fiona was positioning her husband's cock right against the lips of her friend's pussy.

"She's ready David," she whispered her hand stroking along Amanda's bottom and up her back. "She's ready for you to fuck her aren't you Amanda?"

"Yes Fi, yes David," Amanda sighed, her reply tailing off and turning into a deep grunt as David thrust forward sending his cock deeply into her cunt.

The next night they all got a little tipsy and they smoked a few spliffs.

"Do it like this," David said pulling Fiona towards the edge of the bed, her legs, bent at the knees dangling over the side with her feet on the floor her back flat on the bed. "Open up Fi," he said pulling her knees apart. "Mmmm lovely view" he went open peering between her legs at her exposed pussy. Now you Mands lie on top of her."

"How, on top, what do you mean?" Mandy giggled, but worried that he meant lay face to face with Fiona; she didn't know how she would react to that.

"Yes on your back."

"I'll squash her."

"What a lovely way to die," Fiona chuckled, "Come on I'm game Mands."

"How do I do this?" Amanda asked.

"Sit with your bum on her tummy and the bottom of your legs on the tops of hers. Open your legs darling."

With a great deal of laughing and giggling David eventually got them in position. Amanda's legs ran along the tops of Fiona's and bent over her knees. Both pairs of legs were wide open, both pussises, bum cheeks and creases between them were on show. He knelt on one knee and holding his erect cock in his hands, he pressed the bulbous end right against Amanda's clit. Then slowly he pulled it downwards along her lips, between the cheeks of her bum, over her anus, onto Fiona's clit, then across her lips and between her cheeks before reversing the direction and working his way up that delicious pile of female sexual attractions. Both girls giggled, but also grunted and sighed to the lovely feelings he was giving them. Holding his cock he slid it a little way into Amanda, removed it and replaced it with his fingers then did the same thing to Fiona. He continued doing that alternating his cock and fingers between the girls each time pushing his cock in further and deeper.

He was getting both of them very aroused as he realised he was actually fucking two women at once. They were laying back their eyes closed, their legs and pussies open, being fucked by one man. It had felt uncomfortable to Fiona at first having Amanda laying on her, but as she became more aroused so it became less so and her sensations of arousal replaced those of discomfort. David was now pushing his cock deeper into each girl and keeping it there longer as he thrust himself in and out of her several times whilst fucking the other with his fingers. Amanda was squirming on Fiona who was holding onto her hips. They were rolling from side to side, Amanda's deliciously wobbly tits flopping around all over the place with Fiona's hands, David noticed close to them. He pushed himself deep into his wife and held himself there as he reached forward and gripped his wife's wrists. Pullling on them, smiling as he did and saying;

"Ok ladies?" He placed his wife's hands right on his mistresses' tits. He then finished fucking both of them with Fiona squeezing and rubbing Amanda's breasts, just as she had yearned to do, for so long.

*

It wasn't a long kiss. It wasn't a strongly passionate one or a deep, tongue searching kiss, but it was a kiss, a proper lip to lip, slightly open mouthed kiss between the two women. And it was the first time Amanda had ever felt a woman's lips on hers. 

She wasn't sure what she had really meant when she had said yes to Fiona's question about whether she would like to make love to another woman. Until the last few weeks she had never thought of anything like that. Alright she saw it around her on TV, in films and read about women together in books and she had met a few lesbian or bisexual women, but she had never, before living with David and Fiona, thought it would apply to, or involve her.

But now, as she was in Fiona's arms, as her arms were wrapped round the blonde, as her full breasts engulfed Fiona's modest boobs and as they kissed each other, she knew she was becoming involved. And she liked it. Her entire body was tingling, her breasts felt so heavy and her nipples seemed to have so much pressure on them as a deep heat spread though her body from the pit of her stomach to the apex of each orb.

Her eyes were tightly closed as she felt the pressure of Fiona's body on her lessen a little. Fiona was enormously excited, she wanted to taste the forbidden joys again, she wanted to go that stage further and she wanted that with Amanda. She had resisted it so much. She had fought against her instincts, particularly since David had been away, but she could no longer do that. She knew that it was wrong, she knew that was partially seducing Amanda, she was aware that she was introducing her to sexual experiences that many frown upon and she recognised that she would be challenging her friend's sexuality, but she couldn't stop herself.

Her fingers slipped into the folds of the towel wrapped round her slim body. She pulled on them and let the dark blue towel fall to the floor, just as Amanda opened her eyes. Amanda was as amazed as she was aroused at this blatantly sexual gesture by Fiona. The sight of her friend naked sent yet another surge of sexual feelings through her and she whimpered as her eyes scanned the slim, model figure.

"Oh Fiona," she groaned feeling her own wrap being loosened. 

Fiona knew that she was pushing things and that maybe she should move more cautiously, but it was too late for that. She had bared herself to Amanda and now she needed to do the same to her friend, she deserved it she felt, it was her just rewards.

As the blonde pulled on the ends of the wrap, it slipped away from Mandy's body and joined the towel on the floor.

They kissed again, Fiona's naked and Amanda's near naked bodies pressing together from their lips to their toes. Fiona ran her hands up and down Amanda's back, it felt lovely to both of them and Amanda wanted to do the same, but felt inhibited. Fiona's hands were on her bum stroking it, one moved upwards, along her side, right to where her breasts jutted out from her chest. The fingers gently stroked the side of her boob, they wiggled along it as Fiona moved back a little to give her hand room. It slid between them and cupped Amanda's breast. They both felt an enormous surge of sexual desire as the blonde's hand reacquainted itself with the soft, yielding deliciousness of another woman's breast and the chestnut coloured haired woman experienced a female's hands on her breast for the first time.

"You have such gorgeous breasts Amanda," Fiona sighed cupping and squeezing one. It made Amanda gasp with pleasure. She couldn't find the right words and simply whimpered.

"Oh God Fiona, oh."

Fiona broke the kiss.

"Let's go upstairs Amanda, let's go to bed."

Her face just inches from Amanda's swaying, red bikini bottom covered bum as they went up the stairs, Fiona felt dizzy with arousal at the thought of the girly delights that awaited her. They went to her bedroom and stood by the bed, their breasts almost touching. They looked at each other, the desire welling up in them as their eyes roamed over the other's body. 

Amanda felt tremendously aroused and amazingly curious, but also full of trepidation. It was not just the unknown causing that, not just the prospect of her indulging in lesbian sex and not just the possibility that she might be near to taking a step too far. She knew that some said, that once tried, same sex sex could never be given up. There was no way back from it and like soft drugs it could be habit forming and lead one from purely recreational bisexuality to hard core lesbianism.

As they sat on the edge of the bed the outsides of their legs touching and Fiona's arm round her shoulders, Amanda was torn. She wanted sex and she needed relief. She was ready to experiment, go outside her comfort zone and 'taste the taboo' with another woman, but could she? She felt she could as Fiona cupped one of her breasts and lifted it up a little. She believed she could as Fiona turned her face towards hers and kissed her softly right on her lips. But in the end she couldn't, at the last hurdle she baulked and failed to scale it. 

It was Fiona's words, which although hugely erotic, that made her jerk back to reality.

"Come on Mands, let's take those panties off and get into bed, I so want to make love to you."

They crashed into her mind, they were so wickedly wanton, extremely erotic and exciting, but they were also the daunting and very challenging.

"Fiona we can't," Amanda said standing.

"Can't why not Mands?"

"We said we would never cheat in our threesome."

"Yes but we meant with David."

"It's the same thing Fi, don't you see that?" Amanda explained.

They discussed it for some time. Sitting on the bed, Fiona naked and Amanda just wearing her bikini bottom they chatted about the situation, both slowly coming round to the same conclusion that what they had almost done was just the same as if Fiona was about to fuck David without Amanda knowing.

"Also," Fiona offered after they had slipped into some clothes and had barbecued some chops "It can be less er, embarrassing and awkward I think."

"How?"

"Well, having a man there."

"What do you mean Fi?"

"Well emotionally there's quite a difference between having a threesome between two girls and a guy and two girls having sex together."

"How do you mean?"

"I'm not quite sure what I mean Mands, you know I'm not too good at explaining complicated things."

"Yes you are, you're fine," Amanda had said smiling, but really fibbing, before adding. "So you've done both have you?"

"Well yes I was rather wild when I was acting."

"Nice, so go on."

"In a threesome it's more as if you're messing with the other girl as part of all round sex. it's very bi of course and rather delicious, but you don't feel too guilty or lesbian. Do you get what I mean?"

"I do actually, luv, and now thinking about it, that is part of my issue with it."

"What doing it alone together?"

"Yes."

"But you might not have that issue if David was there?"

"No I don't think I would."

They made a pact.

They would not have sex together behind his back, but soon, somehow they would have sex together. They slept together and cuddled up each night until David's return, but kept to their pact, just.

*

It had been the rather ridiculous, but nevertheless extremely exciting situation of Amanda lying on top of Fiona as David fucked and fingered each of them alternately that had started it. Although nothing was said by any of them at the time, they had all seen Fiona's hands on Amanda's breasts as they all came at roughly the same time.

They didn't have sex for the next couple of nights as Amanda had to get up at four one morning to get a flight and David didn't get home to after eleven the other. There were no such problems on the Friday night.

They had all been looking forward to being together with huge anticipation. They ate dinner, which a delicious pasta dish with rocket salad and crispy bread that Fiona had made washed down by a bottle of white Soave and a bottle of strong Chianti.

"Well ladies," David announced after they had cleared everything away, "I'm ready for bed, come on."

They needed no further bidding and quickly they were all naked in bed covered by just one sheet with David lying between them. He put an arm round each of them and they snuggled their heads onto his chest.

"That was amazing the other evening," he said. "Did you both enjoy it?"




Cheating



"What lying on top of Fiona?"

"Yes that and the way we had sex."

"Yes it was good," Fiona said her hand slipping down David's body and stroking his pubic hair.

"And you Mands, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes of course," she replied nibbling David's nipple.

"Everything that happened?" He asked.

She looked at him and then glanced at Fiona, the meaning of his question quite obvious.

"Yes David I enjoyed everything," she said softly as she found his erect cock; Fiona's hand was already there.

"I loved it," he muttered pulling Amanda on top of him his erection slipping between her legs together with Fiona's hand. He kissed his wife who was holding his cock. She sat up and manoeuvred it towards her friend's pussy. Amanda's legs were wide open where she was straddling David's upper legs. Her lips seemed to be gazing at Fiona. She stroked her fingertip right round them and then pushed her husband's erection into her friend's waiting cunt.

"Go on David fuck her."

He didn't last long, but then not many men probably would in such a situation. Amanda rolled off David and laid alongside Fiona.

"That was beautiful," the blonde said quietly as she brushed some of Amanda's unruly, chestnut locks away from her face.

Deep down they both knew it was time. Instinct told them the opportunity had arrived. Their fine tuned female intuitions advised them that they were about to start their journey of bisexual discovery.

*

It was not too long, but it was a progressively intimate journey

That night they kissed in front of David, cuddled each other and squashed their bodies together. A few days later, Fiona caressed Amanda's breasts as she lay beside her; she was on all fours being screwed by David. That same evening after David had cum in his wife, they kissed again and they each caressed the other's breasts in front of him. That revived him so that later he made love to Amanda as Fiona watched and the girls held hands and stroked each other.

That became their 'act.'

David would have sex with one of them and then they would 'put on a show' for him. Usually, but not always, that would get him hard again and then he'd have sex with the other.

Although the girls never talked about it, mainly because they were so rarely alone together, they started to hurry things with David. After getting into bed, or sometimes on the sofa downstairs, one or both of them together would start caressing his cock and pumping it or, alternatively licking and sucking it and his balls quite soon after they started. They would then, consciously or unconsciously, get him to have sex with one of them very quickly. That then gave them the opportunity to indulge their desires for each and the time to sample new delights.

With David sitting up on the new King sized bed leaning back against the wrought iron headboard that Fiona had chosen because of the struts, which made excellent tying up points, something that they hadn't yet got round to, the two girls slid into each other's arms. They kissed, they used their tongues and they each caressed the other's breasts. They pinched and pulled the nipples, pressing the coral pink roundness of Amanda's against the dark, almost brown hard protuberances of Fiona's. Then Fiona sucked Amanda's nipple into her mouth. Her friend's body shuddered and Amanda gasped with the amazing surge of pleasure that went through her. Sucking on her left nipple like a baby, Fiona stroked and squeezed Amanda's other breast. For the first time since she was a teenager, Amanda had a breast induced orgasm. 

She was becoming attuned to lesbian practices. She now realised that it was like using recreational drugs. Not always, but often the taker needs more and more and sometimes it leads to stronger doses and indulgence.

She returned the breast sucking that very evening and on the next she experienced Fiona's fingers on her lips. She was finger fucked to an orgasm that night, but unlike a boob induced climax, that was something she'd experienced many times.

Most nights now they hurried David even more for they were impatient to get to each other. Being fucked by him was becoming a pain, although his presence reduced the 'guilt' they felt. Having sex with their husband and lover was now a chore, something they had to endure so they could get the pleasure from each other.

And the pleasure came from many experiences and just seemed to get greater and greater the more they made love.

"Ok Mands," Fiona whispered her face resting on her lover's tummy her mouth close to the tawny landing strip of Amanda's pubes and her other hand on her thigh. She licked Amanda's pubes close to, but not quite on the folds covering her clit. She pushed on her friend's thighs encouraging them open. 

David was on tenterhooks looking on, although after having had sex with both of them, he had little more to offer in that direction.

It had to happen, it was a natural extension of their lovemaking, it was, they all knew, the ultimate of lesbian lovemaking.

"Yes Fiona," Amanda whispered her fingers slipping into her lover's blonde hair as it moved. Leaning over Amanda's hip and right leg and holding both of her opened thighs, Fiona slid her tongue downwards and into the very start of Amanda's slit. Wiggling it, she opened the folds guarding her lover's most intimate place and pressed the tip of her tongue right on her friend and lover's clit. The sensations for Amanda were immediate and powerful. She arched her back, she gasped and grunted, her whole body shuddered and she grabbed Fiona's head forcing it closer to her and the pleasure giving tongue deeper into the hood covering her clit. Fiona was overjoyed with Amanda's reaction. She hesitated no longer. Burying her face between Mandy's lewdly spreaded thighs, she pressed her finger on that piece of gristle that gives such sexual pleasure, lowered her head and shoved her tongue right up Amanda's cunt.

*

Fiona was the sexual predator and leader in their lesbian lovemaking. Whereas with David she tended to be submissive and Amanda more dominant, when the three of them were together those roles were reversed. Fiona started things, she pushed the boundaries and she made love to Amanda not vice versa.

Amanda suffered a lot of guilt and concerns over her outpouring of bisexual or even lesbian tendencies. She was becoming seriously worried about her sexuality. David had now become a figure of distaste to her. She hated his harshness, his hairy legs and bristly beard. She was starting to resent the way he made love. It was quick and almost rough. He rushed her, being more concerned, or so it seemed, with his own pleasure than with hers. And being penetrated by him, having him invade her and push his cock deep inside her was starting to repel her and not thrill and excite her as it once had.

When alone she thought a lot. Putting everything together, she was becoming very worried that she was actually becoming a full on lesbian. She had to know, she had to find out.

It was such a long time since she had done anything like this. It had been ages since she had 'pulled' a guy as she had Adam. 

They were on a training course and knew each other slightly, having once worked in the same ad agency. They were staying at the same hotel as were a few other delegates, but most were at a cheaper place so they could pocket the difference on their per diems.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" He had asked her.

They had got on well, had a nice meal and drank too much wine. She was wearing a purple, halter neck, sleeveless top and a black silky skirt with high heels and black tights. Adam was wearing a white, Ralph Lauren shirt and black, linen trousers. It was after ten and they had finished the meal. It was then that she made her mind up. Leaning forward, knowing the halter neck would gape and he would get a good view of her cleavage and some of her boobs, she looked right into his yes as she placed her fingertips on the back of his hand.

"It's been a nice evening Adam thank you, I have enjoyed myself."

She watched his gaze leave her breasts and travel upwards to meet her eyes. He turned his hand and gripped her fingers. She didn't pull them away.

"Does it have to end now?"

"I have to get to bed," she smiled.

"Exactly, that's just what I meant," he smiled.

"I'm not sure that's too good an idea?" Amanda smiled back.

Sliding his hand up her bare arm almost to her shoulder he said quietly. "I think it's a marvellous idea."

"Well yes I guess you would, but then you don't have a reputation to maintain as I do."

"How do you mean?"

"Well there's a table over there who all know me and there's several people in the bar who would be very interested in seeing us walk out together."

"It's almost the same for me, after all I am married."

"Yes I was aware of that."

"Look, Mandy," he said running his gaze from her eyes down to her chest then back up again as she felt his knee touching hers under the table. It was a long time since she had played footsie and it felt nice, so she didn't move. "Let's just have a nightcap in one of our rooms and see what happens shall we?"

"A nightcap, if we wanted that we could have that in the bar couldn't we?"

"True" he smiled running one of his fingertips in little circles on her wrist as he rubbed her calf muscle with his leg. "So for respectability what shall we call me visiting your room?"

Laughing at his cheek she said. "So it's my mini bar that gets hit is it?"

"Tell me your room number and I'll order champagne."

"Ok eight forty two and give me a good fifteen minutes," she said standing up and saying probably unnecessarily loudly "Good night Adam."

She wasn't sure whether she should undress at all. Perhaps completely or maybe just down to her bra and panties. Maybe the etiquette for such one night stands was for her to be in bed naked, but then how could she open the door? And what if the champagne turned up before Adam? In the end she decided to remove her tights, have a quick wash, change her panties and slip into the fluffy white robe the hotel supplied and offered her to purchase for forty pounds.

As luck would have it, Adam arrived just moments before the champagne. The young waiter must have known what was going on, for she was in the robe and Adam was fully dressed, but then he was probably used to it. He did, though sneak a few sly glances at Amanda's boobs and legs.

It had been ages since Amanda had done a one night stand, but it was a little like riding a bike, you never really forget and the process hadn't changed much. A couple of glasses of champagne as they talked, sitting next to each other on the bed, his arm round her, the kissing period and then his hands inside her clothing, the fluffy dressing gown. He pulled it apart so he could see and get at her breasts. She undid his shirt and between them they struggled his trousers off. Lots of stroking, rubbing and caressing before her bra came off and he sucked and chewed her nipples as his hands slid up her legs and onto her panty covered, damp pussy lips. She got his nicely hard cock out from his boxers, which he pushed down as she removed her panties. Considerately remembering to wear a condom he then fucked her twice in just over and hour.

As he left her room the next morning she was so pleased to be able to say honestly.

"Yes Adam, I enjoyed it as well."

*

"So how long's that been going on?" Amanda asked as she walked into the house behind Fiona.

"Don't know what you mean," Fiona smiled leading the way into the kitchen. "Like a drink, tea, wine?"

"I would actually like a glass of wine, I feel bushed. I was almost at my meeting at Ford in Brentwood having sweated my way out to Stratford on the tube before I heard it was cancelled, the rude ignorant bastards."

"Poor you," Fiona said handing Amanda the wine.

"So come on how long you been cheating on us?" She asked, her eye taking in the thin, mid-thigh length, white silk dressing, which appeared to be all the blonde was wearing.

Amanda had expected to be home late as the meetings with her client, the Ford Motor Company, tended to go on for ever, no wonder they loose a bloody fortune on their cars she often thought. David had also explained that he was entertaining clients that evening so he wouldn't be home until very late and maybe not at all.

"If he get's lucky with a bimbo at the casino he means," Fiona had whispered after he had told them about his entertaining.

"Do you think he's still at it?"

"Yes, for sure," Fiona said going to explain how when he had returned from the US trip that a pair of boxers and a shirt were missing and that recently she'd smelt perfume on one of his jackets. "Once a cheat always a cheat I suppose," she'd added making Amanda feel guilty at what she had done with Adam, which she had repeated a couple of times. In her mind she knew that rather invalidated her claimed, experimental reason for sleeping with him the first time. It had, though, illustrated to her most clearly that she had certainly not 'turned lesbian!

Amanda had decided not to go back to her office in Covent Garden and had, instead, stayed on the Central Line and taken a cab from Loughton station getting to the house mid afternoon. She was surprised to see a car, a white Audi TT in the large, pea shingle covered parking area in front of the house and even more surprised to see a guy kissing Fiona at the front door as she walked across the shingle. As she got closer she could see that he had his hand inside the short robe that Fiona was wearing.

"He's just someone I know," Fiona replied.

"Well I assumed that," Amanda said undoing the rather tight, she'd put on a little weight recently, dark red power suit and sitting on a chair the tight skirt riding up her legs.

"Tell you the truth Amanda, I need the reassurance now and then that men still find me attractive and desirable."

"You silly," Amanda said standing up her full breasts spilling out of the undersized bra in the opened jacket. "Everyone finds you attractive," she went on taking Fiona into her arms "And I and David find you most desirable as well as most men and many women do." 

She kissed her friend. Not a deep, lip squirming and tongue plunging kiss, but nevertheless still one that indicated her affection and desire. Since having sex with Adam on those two occasions she had felt much more comfortable and had experienced less guilt with Fiona. Kissing her and caressing her breasts and nipples now came much easier to Amanda although she still hadn't had the courage to orally fuck Fiona with her mouth and tongue.

"Sorry babe," Fiona whispered squirming against Amanda's breasts. That felt good to both of them and Amanda pushed back against her with both her boobs and her stomach, their pubic mounds squashed gently together. Amanda's hands slid down Fiona's slender back the silk feeling so luxurious and sexy, particularly when she gripped the blonde's buttocks through it.

"Mmmm," Fiona sighed. "I know you and David do, but I have to have more than that?" She responded between giving and receiving little kisses on her lips, cheek, chin and neck as her hands also found a pair of buttocks on Amanda's fuller arse. She squeezed it making their crutches squirm harder against each other.

"What more sex?"

"No not necessarily, but more assurance, I feel so unattractive so much of the time." She went on caressing Amanda's bum with one hand as the other slid down and found the back of her friend's nylon covered legs

"Why do you need that?"

"I'm not built like you darling, I've got no tits, like these," she said cupping Amana's left boob. "I'm flat chested, I don't have curves like you and other girls."

"But you are so slim and lovely, you're beautiful and I adore your boobs," Amanda continued trying to reassure her friend. She slipped her hand inside the gaping lapels of the silk robe, cupped one of Fiona's small mounds and pinched the dark nipple. Fiona audibly gasped.

"Oh yes Mands," she groaned her hand, involuntarily, almost, sliding up the back of Amanda's legs taking the skirt with it. 

The kissing had now become more urgent and passionate. Fiona's robe was completely open all the way down the front, one of Amanda's tits was out of its cup and her skirt was bunched round her thighs. That annoyed her. She hated her clothes, especially hideously expensive ones such as this Hermes suit, being creased and crumpled.

"Hold on," she said pulling away and standing a few feet from Fiona. She undid the three hooks and eyes on the back of the skirt and slid the zip down. Pushing the skirt down she stepped out of it and hung it neatly over a chair. She also removed the jacet and that joined the skirt on the chair.

"Oh my God Mands, who were you hoping to be undressed by?" Fiona gasped looking at her friend in the black bra and thong and long, lacy topped black stockings. As it happened she wasn't too far from the truth, for Adam had been scheduled to attend the meeting at Ford.

"Just you darling," she smiled as they again kissed. "Undo my bra," she whispered.

Amanda felt more comfortable alone with Fiona than either, she had imagined she would or, she felt when David was there whose presence, she was recently finding, was recently to be inhibiting rather than encouraging her.

Fiona did as she was asked. "Now take it off," Amanda ordered feeling powerful and in charge as a plan unfolded in her mind. They kissed again, Amanda's breasts pressing against Fiona's through the cool, smooth silk. "Take your robe off Fi."

"Oh Mands, what are we doing?"

Smiling Amanda replied "If you need to ask that lovey, you aren't the woman I thought you were."

"You know what I mean silly," Fiona said her fingers stroking the slim patch of skin just above the lacy stocking tops.

"Yes I do Fiona, we are cheating on David."

"Yes, but should we?"

"Of course everyone does, we all have. He did on you and me before we all got together, you had on him and I did on you really, after all we were friends when David was screwing me."

"True."

"And you know he is on us just as you have."

"But what about you?"

"I have too, a couple of times with the same guy. I had to I was finding David annoying me and I began to worry that I had become lesbian."

"So having sex with another guy assured you that you weren't?"

"Yes, but it also told me I adore sex with you as much as I do with men, so now you sexy little bitch, get that fucking robe off."

Amanda held the naked Fiona at arms length, her hands holding the slim blonde's shoulders.

"You really are so silly darling, you are absolutely gorgeous and I desire you utterly."

She took Fiona into her arms and kissed her deeply. She rubbed her hands all over her bum, pinching and squeezing the delectably rounded yet pert twin mounds of flesh that men so leered at.

"I so want to make love to you Fiona," she murmured pushing her friend backwards until the back of her legs lust beneath her bum were squashed against the kitchen table.

"Oh yes Mands, yes," Fiona moaned clearly putting to one side her reservations. Amanda pushed her further back.

"Sit on the table," she whispered. 

Fiona did as she was told.

"Lean back, support yourself with your hands behind you."

Fiona obeyed.

"Open your legs."

Fiona complied with no hesitation.

"Now lie back flat."

She did.

"Play with your tits," Amanda ordered feeling strangely powerful and controlling. "Know what I am going to do now?" Amanda asked slipping out of her thong.

"What? Anything, anything you want." Fiona breathed feeling astonishingly aroused by being alone with her lesbian lover and being totally dominated by her.

Amanda moved between her friend's legs and looked at the gaping pink lips of her soaking pussy. She grasped the blonde by her hips and pressed her pubic mound right against Fiona's sopping mess.




Cheating



EXPLICIT LYRICS! THIS IS ONLY FANTASY! DON´T TRY THIS AT HOME!
SEQUEL TO "DON´T YOU WANT TO CHEAT ON ME?"



Back home my wife was waiting desperately for my return. She couldn´t wait to hear about my experience. I told her everything and it really made her horny. After I finished she asked immediately: "Would you do it again?"

"Anytime!" I smiled at her. "And I want that we choose the next one together! Come on, make a suggestion!"

I could really see how her thoughts were running through her head.

Suddenly the other day it came ot of her mouth:

"We should go out again after the long time we didn´t do that. Tonight. Give me half an hour to get dressed. And I already know where to go!"

My wife took my to the local dance club. With some money in my pocket and a good deal of booze we managed to take Beatrice home with us. She was a teen bitch who just had turned 18. It didn´t take long and she was lying totally stoned on the couch in our living room. That made it easy for my wife to undress our unconscious victim completely and turn me on watching her. 

Obviously my beloved wife wanted to use my arousal for her own purpose. And I started to play her game in the beginning. I stepped behind my wife and pulled her dress up to her hips. 

„Take me, take your wife, fuck me finally, my wild stallion!" 

My wife really gave her best to get me hot for her. Well, I was hot already, but not really for her. As I didn´t do anything to take her from behind my woman turned around and dragged my clothes off. Jacket, t-shirt, jeans, one piece after the other fell to the ground. 

Except of my black socks I was completely naked now. 

My dick was rising towards to her and my wife was sucking the top of my cock between her lips lustfully.

I was staring at Beatrice´s ass and immediately my dick got harder than ever. But this situation just was too kinky. My old lady was really begging for a fuck and even got more horny as she realized how I excited myself at Beatrice´s young and sexy body.

„That really gets you horny my darling, isn´t it?" My own words did excite me more and more. Never before I had been talking to my wife in this way. Or just thought about her.

I ordered my heavily breathing wife to bow herself over Beatrice and lick her young cunt. And the most kinky thing was: She really did so! My wife was sucking Beatrice´s clitty and fucked this young cunt right before my eyes at the same time with three of her fingers. Beatrice was moaning. I told my wife to turn this young chick around until Beatrice's ass was pointing at us. My wife was kneeling down behind Beatrice and kept on licking that meanwhile slippery cunt of our new friend. And surprisingly or not, this stoned teen girl pressed herself towards her tongue willingly. She seemed to enjoy this. Following my instructions my wife started to spread the slimy cream out of Beatrice's cunt on her ass. Beatrice was retreating slightly as soon as she felt my wife's middle finger in her ass. That was the moment I pushed my wife aside. I stepped behind Beatrice and felt her legs at my hard-on. „Come on, spread your thighs, sweetie!" Soon I started to caress Beatrice's pussy with my fingertips. At the same time I got my dick in position at her sexy ass. 

Beatrice, stoned like she was, pressed her tight ass towards my fully erected fat dick. I grabbed her hips and positioned my fat semen stick at her wet swollen pussy lips. Beatrice was gasping while I was rubbing the fat top of my cock at her kinky tunnel entrance. With a strong move with my pelvis forward I sank my fucking dick up to it´s root in her tight little cunt. Beatrice was gasping heavily and I started to fuck her with strong and hard moves. 

My wife was coming nearer now totally naked with one hand at her pussy, in the other hand her digicam documenting the scene for our family album, what got me even more turned on. 

Beatrice was trembling under my fucking moves and whimpered before she gasped heavily and - getting more and more sober - screamed out her climax. This young chick shivered and I stopped my moves shortly, just to let my still hard piece of meat slide back and forth deep in her overflowing semen tunnel. After a short time Beatrice started to press her ass more and more strongly towards my fucking rod. My balls were beating at her cunt with every push, I fucked her now very slowly and Beatrice was moaning "Oooohhhh come on, push harder, just like before..." I had never been as horny as in that moment and my lovely wife had to recognize this. One thing was clear for me: My old worn out wife would never feel my cock in her old cunt again! I followed Beatrice's begging and pushed harder and harder into that sexy young bitch. She answered with lustful snorting which developed into a permanent gasping with my faster coming moves . Her tight sexy ass was trembling under my fucking moves and her tight breasts wiggled in the rhythm of my pushing. Her abdomen started twitching again as my fat semen rod exploded in her hot cunt firing lots of cum into her canal. If she was on the pill? Who cares...

This wasn´t the last time that I filled Beatrice's semen tunnel in this night. As the sun already rose I was looking at my wife while I was penetrating Beatrice's pussy for the last time. My beloved wife seemed to be completely drunk by the situation. Beatrice's gasping was filling our room again, animalic, young, passionately. Inch by inch I was pulling this young chick further and further on my cunt filler. My lovely wife was staring fascinated at me and my club chick, watching how Beatrice was riding me winding herself. Saliva was leaving her mouth, her eyes turned to the ceiling, her long black hair swinging in the rhythm of my pushing and soon Beatrice was screaming in another climax.

Meanwhile my wife was right next to us stroking Beatrice's tight sexy ass fascinated. Finally Beatrice's top was sinking forward, presenting her teeny ass on my lust rod still sticking in her womb.

Gasping satisfied Beatrice was gliding from my shrinking pipe falling asleep. Highly excited my wife was staring at us. I turned around to her and said with a view at her dripping cunt: "Ohh, you didn´t even cum yet." 

As an act of mercy I grabbed at her wide opened hole and started to jack off her pussy. Two of my fingers in her cunt had to be enough, she didn´t get more from me. Turned on by my fucking with Beatrice it didn´t take long and my wife got off in a mighty orgasm. 

As she got recovered a little bit I put on my nicest smile and asked her to get me some beer from the refrigerator. With a perfect view at the sleeping Beatrice we sat down next to each other and started cuddling like teenagers in love...