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Sunday Sex

By: Irish Moss



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.  Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.



I always liked going to parties over at Ann's house, not only because she invariably invited a ton of her girlfriends, but also because you never knew which of them was going to be there. It could feel like Christmas morning walking around and seeing which faces were looking back at you. From there came the decision of who to put a move on first, which was often determined by the reaction you got during that initial survey. It was always a bonus when you got a positive reaction immediately and even more of a bonus when it was from somebody who you were definitely interested in. On this particular occasion, I got very positive vibes when I ran into Emily, who I'd never seen at one of Ann's parties before, but I didn't know if it was just because we hadn't seen each other in quite a while and I didn't really know if pursuing Emily would end up with the result I was looking for.

Emily and I had known each other since we'd been quite young since we'd gone to the same church. By the time I'd quit going to church, we were also friends in school being only a couple of years apart. We'd never really hung out outside of school, though, and as far as I knew she was a "good girl," still going to church every Sunday and even singing in the choir. She definitely wasn't hard on the eyes, though, and had matured from schoolgirl into woman. She was dressed conservatively but not so much as to hide the fact that she had a significant rack and a pretty nice ass. I decided to play the hand that I'd been dealt and see where it ended up going. I had no expectations and, while being friendly and flirtatious, I wasn't going to come on too strong.

Emily wasn't fawning over me by any means and we didn't spend the entire evening together, but we hung out quite a bit and I was definitely enjoying her company. When we weren't together, the possible consequences of the time we were spending together were certainly in the back of my mind. I even found myself looking around to see where she was when I was talking to somebody else. It hadn't taken long to determine that, if an opportunity presented itself to move things further along, I would definitely take it. I certainly wasn't expecting to get her naked but I was considering whether there was any potential for that in the future given that we had the whole summer ahead of us.

"Would you do me a favor?" she asked me as the night was getting late and the party was winding down.

"Sure," I replied, "Anything."

"Will you walk me home?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I replied, "You're only, what, four blocks from here, right?"

"About that," she said, "Would you have declined if it was farther?"

"Nah," I assured her, "I just might have been scared walking back all by myself. I'd probably have to run the whole way."

She laughed at that and I smiled at the image myself.

"Let me just say good-bye," she said, "then I'll be ready."

I gave my friends the heads up that I'd be back and where I was going. They all wished me good luck. Once she was ready, Emily and I headed out the door and down the street. We hadn't made it halfway down the block when her hand crept into mine. I still wasn't sure what this was all leading up to, but I was pretty certain that it was something that I'd be happy about. We talked quietly as we walked, right up until we were on her front porch. We faced each other and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I can't even tell you how long I've wanted to do this," she said before planting a kiss on me. I returned it and it wasn't long before her tongue crept into my mouth. I was holding her waist as we made out but couldn't help sliding my hands down to caress her ass. I knew she had to feel my rising cock as I pulled her against me.

"I need to go inside before I get in trouble," she finally said, pulling away from me, "Do you want to do something tomorrow?"

"I'd love to," I replied, "What did you have in mind?"

"I have church in the morning," she said, "but why don't you pick me up and we'll do whatever you want."

"Sounds good," I replied, "11:30 and the back door of the church?"

She agreed and, after one more quick kiss, she went inside and I started walking back to the party, my erection gradually diminishing. I was trying to figure out not only what to plan for the following day, since what I wanted to do was to get her naked and share multiple orgasms, but also what she had meant about how long she'd been wanting to kiss me. I decided to pursue that question the following day and figured out something to do that would allow us some freedom and flexibility should the desire for nudity and multiple orgasms be mutual. The last thing that crossed my mind as I got back to Ann's was whether she was fired up enough that she was taking care of her own needs at that very moment. I decided I'd think more about that later, when I was alone, too.

The party continued to wind down and I curtailed my drinking so that I wouldn't be hungover the next morning. I thought more about Emily once I was home in bed but fell asleep before I spent too much time dwelling on her potential activities after I'd left her. When my parents were off at church the next morning, I went to work putting together a variety of finger foods, which I packed in a small cooler along with some cold drinks. I wasn't waiting at the back of the church for very long before Emily came out, wearing a conservative sundress with buttons all the way down the front and her long, light brown hair hanging over her shoulders and down her back.

"So what's the plan?" she asked as she belted herself in.

"I thought we might make the most of this beautiful day," I told her, "and I thought you might be hungry so..."

"A picnic?" she asked, her eyes very bright.

"A picnic and a walk along the river," I confirmed, pleased that she was receptive to the plan.

I drove us over to Duke Island Park and headed away from the playgrounds and sports fields toward the last picnic grove before the trailhead for the path along the river. I found a shady spot to park and popped the trunk, where I had the cooler stashed.

"Do you feel like a table picnic," I asked, "or a blanket picnic?"

"Blanket picnic, definitely," she replied.

I handed her the blanket and grabbed the cooler, then suggested that she select a spot. I followed her as she found a spot a good distance from both the parking lot and the picnic tables but well-shaded and lay out the blanket. We ate and talked, often feeding each other, which had been one of the points of making only finger foods. I finally asked her about her statement the previous night.

"When I was little," she started, "I was quite smitten with you. As I got older, I still had a crush on you and often wondered what kissing you would be like. In high school, we didn't really run with the same crowd, so I never really had an opportunity to find out if you'd be interested in kissing me. So, last night, I decided it was about damn time that I finally did something about it."

"And what did you determine?" I asked, fairly certain of the response.

"I determined that it was well worth the wait," she said, "and that I'd like to do it often."

"That sounds good to me," I replied and leaned toward her. We started kissing but were quickly making out, lying together in the middle of the blanket. We rolled around for a while but eventually she ended up on top of me and started humping my cock before pulling her mouth from mine to ask if I had a condom. I grabbed my wallet and extracted the condom as she straightened up and spread her skirt out over us. After a quick look around to confirm that no one was nearby, she pulled her skirt up around her waist in the front and started to open my shorts while I stared at her exposed panties. She fished out my throbbing cock and pumped it in her hand as I got my shorts and underwear down far enough, then I rolled the condom down over it as she pulled her panties aside to reveal her light brown bush. She moved up enough that I could guide my cock to her pussy then slowly eased herself down onto it. Her pussy was amazingly hot, slippery and tight so I was wondering if I'd even last for five minutes. Fortunately, she started riding me slowly which, although it felt fantastic, was much better for my staying power than if she'd started bouncing rapidly up and down.

I had my hands on her upper thighs, but moved them around so I could caress her ass through her panties. She'd let the hem of her skirt drop down again but her hands remained under it, though I wasn't sure if it was just to hold her panties aside of if she was caressing her clit as she was riding me. Since I couldn't see, I was watching the expression on her face as her long hair hung around it. She looked happy but also as though she was experiencing intense pleasure. I couldn't believe that, twenty-four hours prior, the thought of fucking Emily would have been one of the farthest things from my mind and now her snug, slippery pussy was sliding up and down my latex-wrapped tool.

She gradually started riding me harder and faster and I began to push up into her each time she came down with the intention of penetrating her as deeply as possible. The longer and harder she rode me, the more she was moaning and the hotter and more slippery her pussy was feeling. I could feel my orgasm building up, which was no surprise even with the condom on given how snug and slippery her pussy was. I could feel my cock beginning to swell even more and was thinking that I might leave her high and dry when she suddenly gasped and started to tremble. She slowed down her pace as she came, which held off my orgasm for a little bit longer. Her orgasm appeared to be long and intense but, by the time she was coming down, her pussy had been flooded with additional lubrication and, amazingly, felt even better than it already had.

I was pushing up into her as her orgasm tapered off and she slowly went back to riding me but it only took another minute or two before I was spewing into the reservoir tip of the condom. She lay forward on top of me and we started to make out again as I reached around to make sure my shrinking cock was out of her pussy so we wouldn't have to worry about the condom slipping off. I continued running my hands over her ass, still clad in panties, knowing that I'd have my hands on the bare flesh before the end of the day. Once we'd both essentially recovered, she rolled off next to me and took the condom as I got my shorts and underwear back in place. She put the condom with the rest of our trash and we got our things all packed up, though we paused quite often to kiss.

"Are you ready for our walk?" she asked once we were all cleaned up, "I think I need to get the blood flowing back to other parts of my body besides the ones inside my panties."

"I like the ones inside your panties, though," I replied, kissing her again, "though I'd like to get them outside of your panties at some point."

"You can count on that," she said, "and I'll look forward to it."

We dropped off the cooler and blanket back at the car then headed down the path along the river, hand in hand. It was nicely shaded while still allowing clear views of the river and, we soon realized, it was also completely deserted. We made it all the way to the end of the main trail without ever encountering another person, though we were aware that people could come upon us from behind at any time.

"So I guess we turn around?" Emily asked as we stood at the end of the main trail, looking out over the river.

"No, actually," I said, "if we take this trail over here, we can go a little bit farther."

I indicated what was almost a deer trail this early in the season, though it would be a bit more worn as more people used it. It went up an incline and deeper into the woods while remaining close to the river. When we got to the top, not only was the view of the river even more dramatic, I pointed out that we could see a good distance back down the main trail so we'd know if anyone else was coming along long before they reached us.

"And why might that be important?" Emily asked, knowing full well the answer, as she slipped into my arms. We started making out again, holding each other close, but I soon repositioned us so that she was facing down the trail and leaning against a tree while I hunkered down in front of her and began to unbutton her dress from the hem upward. I stopped once I'd reached her waist and her panties were exposed as she took each side of her skirt and held them apart for me. I kissed her upper thighs, hips and abdomen while lightly caressing the front of her panties before starting to slide them down. Her light brown bush was well-groomed and I could feel my cock stiffening up again, though I was planning to make her cum again before I did.

I helped her step out of her panties then handed them to her as she spread her legs a bit more for me. I ran my tongue up her slit, tasting her copious juices and causing her to moan, then reached between her legs to grip her ass as I started to eat her pussy in earnest. She started to hump her pussy toward my face while moaning softly as she continued to hold the front of her skirt open for me. I brought one hand down and easily slipped a finger into her due to how wet she was and, as I slowly eased it in and out, I started to lick and suck her clit. She sucked in her breath and started moaning more plaintively while humping her pussy harder against my face. Glancing up, I could see that she was still occasionally gazing down at the trail below, though I wondered if she'd actually stop me if she did see somebody coming. The look on her face was pure passion and, as wet and engorged as her pussy was, I doubted very much that our public locale was going to delay the orgasm that was building.

When her legs appeared to nearly give out on her, I paused briefly and looked up at her again, but she encouraged me to keep going. She was starting to tense up a bit with an occasional full-body spasm so I wasn't surprised that her legs had nearly betrayed her. I was glad that she was feeling such intense pleasure because it reinforced, though there really wasn't any doubt to begin with, that I'd definitely find myself in this position quite often going forward. I was trying to make her feel as good as I could without denying her relief and it appeared as though she was approaching the brink. I would have been happy to taste her nectar for hours but I also didn't want to be interrupted so I wasn't disappointed when she gasped and her body started to tremble. I continued to eat her as she was cumming, stopping only once she'd let out a sigh and relaxed back against the tree.

Sitting back on my heels, I continued to unbutton her dress, wanting to see more of her naked body, especially her tits. By the time I was standing and had reached the last button, her eyes were open again and she had a big smile on her face. She'd let go of the sides of her dress but still held her panties as she reached out to pull my face toward hers so that we could kiss as my hands went to caress her tits through her bra. Her nipples were hard and, in addition to caressing the soft flesh of her breasts, I also ran my palms over her nipples. As we went from kissing to making out, I slipped my hands behind her to unfasten her bra then raised the cups above her tits and fondled the smooth, bare flesh. We were close enough together that I couldn't get a look at her tits as I caressed them but, when she pulled away from me, I took a look before she dropped to her knees.

This time I was positioned so that I could see down the main trail, but my attention was on Emily as she opened my shorts, let them drop to my ankles and slid my briefs down to allow my rigid cock to spring out. She pumped it in her petite fist before wrapping her lips around the head and sliding them down the shaft. I moaned and ran my fingers through her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, expertly sucking my cock. She started moaning, too, and I was thinking that she may have been looking forward to this moment and, consequently, may have been enjoying it as much as I was. There was no question that I was enjoying having her hot mouth sliding up and down my tool and that it wouldn't require too much effort from her before I was cumming down her throat.

When she slid my cock free of her mouth, I though initially that she needed to catch her breath, but when she moved upward until she could squeeze my cock between her tits, realized that this might just be the girl of my dreams. I finally got a nice look at her tits, their large areolas and her hard nipples as she hefted them in her hands before encompassing my cock within her cleavage and my focus remained on them as she started to slide them up and down. Even compared to her snug, slippery pussy and her hot mouth, her soft, smooth tits felt incredible and my orgasm was continuing to rapidly build up with unprecedented levels of intense pleasure. Given what we'd experienced out in nature thus far, I could not wait to get her into the privacy of one of our bedrooms.

She slid her tits up and down as my cock started to swell even further in anticipation of cumming but, before I actually reached that point, she dropped back down and released her tits, taking my cock and balls in her hands. As she engulfed my tool in her hot mouth again, she was pumping the base and caressing my balls. I savored the feeling for as long as I could but it wasn't very long before I was spewing into her mouth and she was hungrily swallowing my load. Even once I was completely spent, she seemed reluctant to release my cock from her mouth.

"That was fucking incredible," I told her, honestly.

"It was almost quite literally a dream come true for me," she replied, sitting back on her heels and looking up at me.

"I hope it was worth the wait," I said, trying not to stare at her tits.

"Oh, it absolutely was," she replied, "and maybe even more than I expected."

"It is certainly more than I ever would have expected," I replied, "but I'm so glad that you took the initiative. I see a lot of fun times for us this summer."

"Really?" she asked, as if she really hoped but wasn't quite sure, "Oh, I'm so glad."

We reluctantly covered ourselves again, but not before I played with Emily's tits some more and took a nice long look at her exposed body, still incredulous that she was basically offering it to me. Once we were presentable again, we headed back down the trail toward the picnic area hand in hand and had a long and in-depth discussion about our next steps and our expectations for the summer ahead of us.

She didn't quite manage to get me to start going back to church, but I would pick her up every Sunday afterward while all of our parents were at the post-service social hour and we'd go to either her house or mine and fuck like crazy in one of our beds. It certainly wasn't the only sex we were having each week, not by a long shot, but it was the one time of the week we knew we could count on the opportunity to do it in a bed.

Sunday Shower



I've just spent another long, hot afternoon in the garden and all I can think about is taking a shower to cool myself down. The garden looks great, but I'm a mess. Covered in dirt and sweat, I let myself into the back door and slip out of my gardening boots. I've rinsed myself off a bit with the hose but it's nowhere near what a shower could do for me.

I peek into the living room...you are watching television and I don't want to disturb you so I breeze past you and blow you a little kiss on the way to the bathroom. I close the door behind me, hearing the comforting 'click' of the door as it latches and I'm left in pure privacy. I undress in front of the mirror and eye my body from every angle. I make a face in the mirror and turn away from it, unhappy with what I see reflecting back at me. 

At times like this, I'm comforted by the fact that I know you love my body. I can almost feel your hands running down my sides and over my soft curves. You sometimes refer to me as your 'Rubenesque beauty'...it always makes me giggle and blush, but I love it. Thinking about how much you enjoy my body perks my self-esteem right back up and I run a loving hand down from my collarbone, between the valley of my breasts, and over my belly. I let my fingers linger there for a moment before inching them down to the soft, short hair covering my mound. I stroke it for a moment, my eyes fluttering closed as I picture your strong, sure hand as my own. I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror; mouth open, eyes half closed, hand between my thighs. I blush and shake my head. Giggling, I address my reflection, "Sophie Price...you wanton hussy!" 

I turn the water on and set it as chilly as I can stand it. After letting the shower run for a moment, I take a deep breath and ease into the cool spray. My nipples harden instantly as the icy water rushes down over my body. A quiet moan escapes me as I run the palms of my hands across the little gumdrops atop my breasts. I pinch them both lightly between my thumb and forefinger and roll them just a bit. I moan again...louder this time. 

I bite my lip and hope you didn't hear me. Then again, perhaps if you think you are missing out on some fun, you might come join me. Just the very thought of our wet, naked bodies rubbing against each other makes me groan with pleasure. I squeeze my nipples harder and cry out softly. Just as I'm about to trail my fingertips down my soft and very round belly, I hear the door latch open. I tug on my engorged, sensitive nipples and whimper loudly. My eyes are closed, but I can hear the curtain as it rustles when you enter the shower with me. Before I can even open my eyes, you have your mouth latched around one of my swollen nipples and your arms snake their way 'round my waist, pulling me to you.

I'm putty in your arms. I press my wet body against yours and my hips instinctively rock. You position your leg between mine and I begin to grind against it slowly. Your lips haven't left my breast the entire time and you are suckling at my nipple like a hungry babe. I run my fingers through your wet hair and give it a little tug, jerking your head back ever so slightly and causing you to scrape your teeth across my nipple roughly. I cry out with pleasure as your teeth rasp against my hardened nipple. 

The longer you suck and nibble at my breast, the harder I grind against your leg. I've lost track of where the water ends and my wetness begins. The longer your mouth works on my nipple, the harder and faster I grind against your thigh. Just as I think I'm about to explode with a body-shaking orgasm, you pull away and look up at me with a devious grin. I whimper and mewl but you shake your head 'no' and proceed to reach for the shampoo with that same grin never wavering. I hang my head a bit at being denied an orgasm, but turn to face the spray so you can wash my hair. 

You take your time...rubbing my scalp and neck, massaging the shampoo into my hair before rinsing it clean. It's my turn to wash your hair and I do it as meticulously as you did mine...massaging your scalp and shoulders. When I'm finished, you put your head under the spray and I watch your strong hands as they gently rinse the soap from your hair. I picture those hands that I love and know so well, trailing down my sides and gripping my ample hips to pull me to you once again. 

I shake my head to clear the fantasy from it as you begin soaping up my body. You move slow and sensuously. I notice that you seem to be taking your time at all the 'sweet spots' on my body. Languorously washing my inner arms, breasts, inner thighs...every single one of the spots that drive me mad with desire. You take particularly long while washing my breasts, using your thumb to rub back and forth over my nipple. When I glance up at your face, you seem to be in a state of pure bliss. I'm certain my face mirrors the same. I whimper with anticipation and you nod quickly as if you understand exactly what it is that I need. You wash yourself quickly as I rinse then rinse yourself before stepping out onto the bath mat and toweling off. I wipe my skin dry with one of our big fluffy towels and take your proffered hand. 

You immediately pull me into your strong arms and kiss me hard. It's a kiss full of desire and need and urgency. You begin backing up slowly, pulling me with you towards the bedroom. I follow like a curious kitten being enticed by a string. I'm eager to see what you have in store for me, for us. I follow you to the bed and you murmur softly into my wet hair 'bend over, love...'. I shiver and my nipples instantly harden. I can feel my cheeks flush a bright pink. I nod quickly and turn to bend over the bed, resting on my forearms with my backside high in the air. My thighs are wide open and I am on display for you. I can hear you growl softly in your throat and I know you are pleased at the sight before you. 

I imagine what your view must look like. A pretty pink pussy, wide open and inviting...glistening and wet. The thought just excites me more. I wriggle my backside a bit but stop as soon as I feel your fingertip caressing my folds. A soft gasp escapes my lips when I feel your finger plunge into me. My body involuntarily rocks back against your hand, swallowing up as much of your finger as I can take. Your other hand moves to caress my hip and guide my body back and forth onto your hand. Ever so gently, you slip a second finger inside. I moan loudly and arch my back...my body begging for you to begin pumping in and out. 

You begin slowly at first, your fingers exploring me as if it were our first time making love. You are moving with a sureness, but so gently. You ease in and out of me achingly slow at first then begin gaining a bit of speed. I'm trying to stay still to give you full control but it's becoming increasingly harder not to buck back against your hand. Each time I try, though, the hand on my hip grips my skin a bit harder as if to let me know you are the one in charge right now. 

I groan loudly as your fingertips graze my g-spot and my hips rock back. The hand on my hip grips me and steadies my backside from moving again as you begin to pump faster now. You bend down and I can feel your breath on my shoulder as you whisper into my still damp hair 'you look so sexy from this angle...that pretty pussy all on display just for me, the little pink rosebud between your cheeks just begging for a finger, your back arching with every thrust into you...'. 

My body reacts to every word you whisper by growing wetter still. Your fingertips trail from my hip over to grip one of my cheeks and I feel a probing finger pushing lightly against my rosebud. I moan loudly and nod my head furiously to grant you permission to enter me. Within seconds, you have slipped the very tip of your first finger into me. My back arches painfully and I know I am already on the verge of an orgasm. 

You can feel it too...I can tell by the way you change your pace to thrust into me harder and pull out slowly. You are urging me on to an orgasm with your hands and your mouth is busy nibbling at my shoulder. Just as I am about to finish, you slide out of me completely and firmly roll me onto my back. I'm stunned for a moment...just long enough for you to climb on top of me and find my clit with your fingertip. Your eyes are on my ample breasts and the engorged nipples sitting atop them. I grin up at you and cup my heavy breasts with both hands, offering them up to you much the same as I offered myself to you earlier. 

As your fingertip begins slow circles around my clit, you dip your head down to take one of my nipples into your mouth. Gripping it lightly with your teeth, your soft tongue strokes at the tip. You know my very weakness and you are playing upon it well. You know it won't be long before I come to orgasm once you begin teasing my breasts. You begin to suckle and I feel it begin...You can tell I'm about to gush because your fingertip begins playing a staccato upon my clit, moving in quick strokes back and forth as you suckle greedily at my breast. 

Within a few moments my back arches and I cry out your name as my orgasm hits me. My nectar gushing out of me and onto your hand, my thighs, the bed. My fingers are tangled up in your hair, holding you to my breast while I finish. I snake my arm down and between your thighs to find your soaking wet opening while I am still orgasming, eager to make you come with me. I begin thrusting into you quickly at first and then I find your g-spot. I focus on it, wriggling my fingertips against it whilst you are still suckling on my breast. 

I whisper into your ear that I want you to finish with me. Your quick nod lets me know that you are going to grant my request. I move my thumb to rub back and forth across your clit while continuing to tease your g-spot and within seconds I feel you tighten around my fingers and I know you are about to come. I continue thumbing your clit and whimper into your ear as my body goes rigid and I gush again, this time ejaculating up onto your thigh. This becomes just far too much for you and I hear you call my name out loudly as you finish, coating my hand in your juices. 

I take my time easing out of you, cupping your mound with my palm and lightly stroking at the bit of hair there with the very tips of my fingers. I glance up at your face as you roll off my body and slide your fingers out. You are watching me intently and I tilt my head quizzically at you. "What's wrong, love?" I whisper while reaching up to stroke your hair. Your lips curl up into that smile that I adore and you lean down to nuzzle your nose against my cheek. You whisper so softly that I have to strain to hear you. "I love you, Sophie. Having you in my life has been one of the best things to ever happen to me. Sharing my life with you has been such a scary experience and yet it's been a change that I was so eager to make. I'm glad we decided to move in together."

I bite my lip to keep from tearing up. "Oh Jamie," I say, "I love you so much. I'm glad we're sharing a life and a home. I'm glad we took our time and made this right." Your lift your head and your smile brightens. I adjust my body so I'm lying in the crook of your arm, my own arm flung carelessly over your belly. Our bed is so soft and it's inviting me to rest now and close my eyes. I fall asleep to you murmuring words of love in my ear.



Sunday Special



"Hi, Rhonda. Yeah, I got home ok. Boy I must have been wiped out because I don't remember much after we left the second bar. I tell you it'll be a long time before I go on a girls' night out with you lot again."

Glen shuffled guiltily as he eavesdropped on his mother Vicki's conversation with her older sister.

"Yeah, hun, I remember the strip club vaguely. How could I forget? The cock on that guy was humungous. God knows what it would be like if he had a hard on. I must have dreamed about him last night because I never woke up so wet. Pity there is no guy around right now."

Glen flinched at the last couple of statements. The problem was he knew exactly why she had woken up wet. It was a good thing she didn't. 

He had just returned home from another frustrating date with Cheryl. In the two months he had been seeing her she had been happy to let him play with her boobs as much as he wanted, but only ever on the outside of her clothes. Anywhere else was strictly out of bounds, and he didn't know how much longer he would be able to stand it, especially when on their second date, the eighteen year old readily admitted spreading her legs for every boyfriend she had been with, in addition to several one night stands. 

He had been getting ready for bed, intending to do something about his erection, when Vicki came home. Her condition had shocked him, because his normally staid Mom was reeling and stinking of booze. He had tried to help her but she had shrugged him off and headed for her room. For a half hour he had lain on his bed worrying, before getting up to check she was ok.

Her door was slightly ajar, and her bedside light was still on, and he pushed cautiously. Vicki was flat on her back out cold, breathing steadily, so he moved around the bed to switch off the light. She looked so young and exciting in a forbidden sort of way, lying there in her short nightdress, and he reached for the sheet to pull it over her, then stopped. Without realising he was going to do it he raised the hem of her nightdress, drawing in a deep breath at the sight of her lightly fringed sex. Carefully, trying not to wake her he slowly inched the flimsy garment higher, revealing her superb breasts. 

She had only been fifteen when he was born, the result of a brief liaison with a prominent aspiring politician, with a weakness for schoolgirl pussy, and now at thirty five, except for one or two faded stretch marks, Glen thought she still had the body of a goddess. He knew nothing about his father other than that to preserve his liberty, and, more importantly to them, his quest for political power, for the statutory rape of a minor, his wealthy family had quickly agreed to a substantial allowance to support the teenage mother and child. 

Realising the enormity of what he was doing, Glen pulled the nightdress down and covered his mother with the sheet, before switching off the light and returning to his room. Lying in the darkness with his cock straining at his boxers, he tried to shake off the forbidden images, but his erection wouldn't let him. Sighing with frustration, he resigned himself to the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to sleep without at least one more look. Creeping back to her room he threw open the door and switched on the light, half hoping that she would awaken. She was exactly as he had left her, and cursing himself for his weakness, he stripped off the sheet and pulled up her nightdress, reaching out to cup her perfect breast. All the frustrations of the last four months suddenly surfaced, and he leaned over and fastened his lips on her nipple. He sucked at the rubbery stub, and when she still didn't react he grew bolder and slipped his hand between her legs, pushing a finger deep into her pussy. Beyond caring now if she woke up or not he spread her legs wide and parted her pouting lips to gaze in awe at her prominent clit and the moist pinkness of her hole. He froze as a barely audible sigh escaped her, but when there was no further reaction he knew there was no going back. 

Lust overcame guilt, and pushing his boxers down he moved over her, and with a quick thrust of his hips he drove his cock deep into the clinging warmth of his sleeping mother's pussy. She sighed again, and telling himself this was a sign that subconsciously she was enjoying it, he began to fuck her with long firm strokes. He hadn't meant to cum inside her, but when the moment came he couldn't hold back, and he gasped as he emptied his balls into his Mom's cock stuffed snatch. The guilt returned as the lust abated, and he quickly rolled off her, unable to believe he had just fucked his own unconscious mother. Adjusting her nightdress, he covered her with the sheet and returned to his room, where he lay weeping with remorse at what he had done. He tried blaming Cheryl for being so unyielding, but the bottom line was he was responsible for his own actions. Suddenly another thought struck him, and he was filled with terror. What if his Mom woke, and finding the sticky mess between her legs, guessed what had happened? How would he ever be able to face her? After a sleepless night he resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to take his chances, and deal with whatever happened.

He pulled on a pair of pants and a tee shirt and made his way to his Mom's room, just in time to hear her phone conversation with her sister, the mother of Glen's cousin and best friend Troy. He heaved a sigh of relief when he realised that although she had noticed her wetness, she had no idea what had caused it, and he lingered to hear what else she had to say. 

"Yeah, it's been ages since I had a good fuck, and I sure could use one right now." She paused for a moment, listening. "No, I don't know anyone, and even if I did I couldn't. Not with Glen in the house." Another pause. "Rhonda! I don't believe you just said that! Yes I know he's a grown man but he's my son for chrissakes!"

Glen held his breath as he guessed what had just been suggested, and he felt his cock stiffen as he recalled how unexpectedly tight his mother's pussy had been despite her being totally relaxed. He tried to put it out of his mind and listen to the rest of the one sided conversation.

"What was that? Oh my god, I don't believe it! Are you serious? You and Troy?" There was another long pause, and then, "How was he? Really? OK, so long as it works for you and you're both OK with it. Look hun, I'd better get off the phone and start breakfast. Glen will be up soon. Bye, thanks for checking on me."

As she hung up Glen scurried back to his room and waited ten minutes before coming out just as Vicki was loading up two plates with scrambled eggs. She was wearing her usual Sunday morning 'uniform' of a housecoat over her nightdress, and she gave him a rueful grin as she set the plates on the kitchen table. 

"I was just about to call you. Boy did I tie one on last night. Damned if I know how I got home." She watched him carefully as they ate, and then placing the plates in the sink she headed for the bathroom. When he heard the shower running he washed the breakfast things, and went into the living room and turned on the television to try to get his mind off the way her hips had swayed as she left the kitchen. Until last night he had never thought of his Mom in that way, and now he could think of nothing else. When she had showered she sat beside him on the couch wearing a bathrobe and with a towel covering her hair. The clean fresh smell of soap did little to dispel the turmoil in his mind, and they sat without speaking for several minutes, staring in the general direction of the TV. 

Eventually she turned her head and spoke carefully, measuring her words. "Did you know Troy does things with his Mom?"

He could sense that she was gauging his reaction, and although from the overheard conversation he knew perfectly well what she was asking, he deliberately chose to misinterpret. "Of course I know. I do things with you too." If only she knew exactly what he had done with her. And would love to do again, but this time with her active participation. 

She shook her head. "No, that's not what I mean. He does ... well ... things."

Still feigning ignorance, and wanting to hear how much she would say, he looked at her. "What do you mean, things? What sort of things?"

She couldn't meet his eyes, and looked away. "You know, ... things. Things he shouldn't do." 

"Like what?"

"Well ... he looks at her like that, and he touches her."

He shrugged. "Well I can't say I blame him. She's a very hot and sexy lady, and if he can get away with it then good luck to him."

"Doesn't the thought disgust you?"

"Hell no. Why should it? They are both adults and what they do is their business. To be honest I envy them."

She shifted slightly on the seat "Do you really? Have you ever looked at me like that?"

After last night, how could he deny it? The movement had caused her gown to open a little, and he looked at the bare expanse of leg which was exposed. "Do you mean the way I'm looking at you now? Of course I have. You're even better than Aunt Rhonda." 

She blushed, and closed her gown again, and when she asked the next question it was almost in a whisper. "I see." she repeated. "And have you ever wanted to touch me?" 

It was obvious to him that she had thought long and hard about what Rhonda had told her, and after hearing her tell her sibling she could use a fuck, he was pretty confident he knew what she was driving at. He leaned toward her, slipping his hand inside her gown to cup her breast as he kissed her gently. "Like this? Why wouldn't I?" 

She pushed him away abruptly, the action causing the top of her robe to open slightly, and exposing most of the breast he had touched. "What are you doing? I asked if you had wanted to, not if you did want to."

"Isn't that the same thing?" he asked, noticing that she had made no attempt to cover herself. A single tear rolled down her cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought from the way you asked, and the way you were talking about Troy and his Mom that you were interested."

She noticed the direction of his eyes, fastened firmly on her almost exposed tit, but made no attempt at concealment as she shook her head. "No .. yes .. Oh I don't know." 

He reached across and pushed her robe to reveal her nipple, taking care not to touch. "Is this so bad?" 

Despite herself, his hand had felt nice on her skin and she shook her head almost imperceptibly. "Not bad, no," she admitted, "but it's wrong. You're my son."

The subtle scent of her femaleness was beginning to overpower the scent of soap, and he pressed on. "OK, just suppose for a minute that I wasn't, would you like me looking at your boob, watching your nipple harden the way it is?"

She knew where this was leading, but she had never lied to her son, and couldn't bring herself to start now so she looked him in the eye. "Honestly? Yes, I do like them being looked at, but it's still wrong to let you see them." 

It didn't escape him that she had said 'them', when he had said 'it', and he lowered his voice a fraction. "Why is it wrong when we are both adults?" He opened her robe a little more to expose her other superb globe, fascinated that the nipple was only just beginning to stiffen to match its twin. Her exotic scent was becoming more noticeable, and when she didn't answer he pinched her nipple gently. "Can you honestly say you don't like this?"

This time her response was almost violent. "No dammit, and you know I can't! No matter how wrong it is I can't say I don't like it." She sighed with resignation and leaned back as he squeezed first one boob and then the other. Slowly he lowered his head to take a puckered bud between his lips and she closed her eyes, no longer able to ignore the sensations that were coursing through her. She made no attempt to prevent it when he opened her robe completely, and she drew in a sharp breath as his fingers found her pussy. With the same deliberate slowness as he had sucked her nipples, he moved down and parted her thighs, inhaling her musk as his tongue probed her slit. Involuntarily her hips rose to meet him, and for several long exotic moments he licked and nibbled her clit, before disengaging and standing up. She opened her eyes, surprised to see that somehow he had removed his pants, and his cock was standing hard and proud only inches from her face.

"You know we have to do this? We can't not do it, can we?" It was a statement as much as a question, and she nodded mutely in agreement, her need reflected in her expression. She couldn't stop now even if she wanted to, and the one thing she was certain of was that she definitely didn't want to. Her taste was sharp on his lips as he kissed her gently, pushing his tongue into her mouth, and paradoxically this struck her as more invasive than the fact that her own son was about to thrust his stiff prick into her cunt. Nonetheless her tongue sought and fought with his in a dance of passion, and she clutched him to her as he drove deep into her hot wetness. 

For more than an hour they waged a war of forbidden lust as son fucked mother and mother fucked son, constantly changing positions, learning each other's bodies, until finally her long drawn out orgasm thundered through her, and in turn he released a hot sticky stream into her hidden depths. After he withdrew they lay entangled and panting along the length of the couch, and she realised with a shock that this was the fuck she had been unknowingly waiting for all her life. There hadn't been very many men in her life before this, and now it seemed to her that although some had been very good in bed, in reality they had been no more than appetisers leading to the stupendous main meal she had just had. For the first time ever she felt totally complete, both sexually and emotionally. There was still a little guilt about letting her son seduce and fuck her, but in truth it had felt so right both then and now that she knew that would soon pass. 

After a while, Glen picked her up and carried her like a child into the bedroom, where she lay with her legs apart whilst he explored every curve of her body, kissing and stroking, keeping her on the edge with tiny nibbles of her nipples and clit, and dipping his tongue into her cum filled hole. This was one thing no man had ever done for her, and she arched upwards until she was supported only by her heels and shoulders. 

For the whole time he was pleasuring her he seemed to be totally unconcerned for his own needs, and as lunchtime approached she pushed him on to his back and took his hard tool deep into her mouth. She had sucked a couple of other guys when they insisted, each time withdrawing at the crucial moment and letting their cum spurt on to her face or tits, but now she wanted to taste her son as he had tasted her. Slowly and gently she pleasured him with lips and tongue, gauging his mood and pausing occasionally before resuming. Finally she felt his cock twitch uncontrollably and she engulfed him again, sucking until his cum pooled on her tongue. On a physical level she wasn't keen on the taste, but on an emotional level she loved it because she loved her son so much, and it had come from his cock. Pursing her lips tightly she pulled back and looked at him, smiling as much with her eyes as with her mouth, and then pressed her closed lips to his as she rolled his precious juices around in her mouth, before letting them trickle gradually down her throat. 

After a long leisurely lunch he took her back to bed, and they passed most of the afternoon loving each other and making love to each other. 

The minutes ticked over into hours, and Vicki stirred herself to prepare dinner, and just as she opened the freezer the phone rang. Closing the freezer door again she picked up the handset. 

"Hello? Oh, hi Rhonda. Yes, I'm fine now thanks ... Yes it's been a good day ... Oh, you know, a bit of this and a bit of that ... Just lying around mostly ... Tell me something honestly. Were you serious about you and Troy, or were you just kidding? I see " She lowered her voice, not wanting her son to overhear. "Umm, OK then ... So guess what? ... I let Glen fuck me ... Twice ... No, I'm not just saying it because you do it with Troy ... I was thinking about what you told me and I started to like the idea. I made out that I didn't want to, but the truth is I haven't been fucked in almost a year and I could hardly wait to feel his cock in me. ... Of course I enjoyed it ... It was fantastic ... No, better than fantastic ... In fact fantastic doesn't come close ... Say that again ... Did Troy really say that about me? ... Wow, I'm flattered ... Tonight you mean? ... Umm ... I'm not sure if he'll agree ... It might be too soon ... OK, hold on and I'll ask." 

Laying the handset on the bench she walked into the bedroom. "Rhonda's on the phone. She sort of guessed what we've been doing." 

Glen shrugged unconcerned. "OK, so what?"

"So she wants to know if we fancy going over there. She says he often tells her he thinks I'd be a good fuck, so what do you think? I know how you feel about her, and I kind of like Troy, so I think I'd be OK with it if you are." 

He thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, why not? Aunt Rhonda's hot, and to be honest, a couple of times when you've brought guys home I've wished I could watch you being fucked, so it could be good." He slid off the bed. "If we're going over this evening I guess we'd better shower and freshen up for them."

After she confirmed the agreement with Rhonda they stepped under the warm spray, and for the next half hour they soaped and stroked and kissed, building up for the coming encounter. Before things became too heated they dried off and Vicki pulled on a light summer dress over her otherwise nude body, while Glen opted for just shorts and tee before they went out to the car for the drive to her sister's house.

They stopped on the way to pick up a couple of pizzas, and as Glen slid back behind the wheel Vicky put her hand on his arm. "Look Glen, I'm not sure I can do this after all." He smiled reassuringly. "It'll be fine, you'll see. Let's face it you weren't sure you could let me fuck you either, but that worked out perfectly." She bobbed her head in agreement. It wasn't the whole truth of course, because from the moment she had first felt his hand on her tit she had wanted to feel his cock inside her, but he wasn't to know that. It had only been the taboo aspect that had made her hesitate. When he had joined the stream of traffic he reached across and slid his hand under her skirt, searching for her pussy. "You said yourself that you like Troy, so once he feels you like this you'll be fine." She leaned back in her seat with a sigh, and he continued to stroke her clit until he pulled the car into Rhonda's driveway. They pushed their way through the unlocked front door, and entered the living room. Rhonda and Troy had arranged the armchairs facing the couch with the coffee table between, and dumping the pizzas on the coffee table Vicki and Glen dropped on to the couch, whilst the others occupied the chairs.

As they began to eat Vicki felt a little embarrassed when Troy kept trying to look up her short skirt, and noticing her discomfort her sister giggled and hitched her own skirt up a little to give Glen an equally appealing view. The meal was only half eaten when Troy moved to sit on the arm of the couch, and before Vicki could react he pushed his hand down the neckline of her dress. Rhonda laughed gleefully at the shock on her sister's face, and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her own full breasts in invitation. It passed through Glen's mind that each move his more experienced Aunt made was calculated to put her less forward sister at ease, and he quickly crossed the small space to take a large brown nipple into his mouth. Rhonda sighed with pleasure as he sucked eagerly, pulling his face tighter against her chest, then parted her legs as she felt his hand slide up the inside of her thigh.




Sunday Special



Lifting his head for a moment he glanced at the other couple with pleased surprise. In her ever practical way, his Mom had evidently overcome her reticence and embraced the moment, because she was now sitting naked on the lap of an equally naked Troy, smiling as she fed her small firm tit into her nephew's open mouth. 

As his cousin pushed a hand between Vicki's thighs, Glen stripped off his shorts before undressing his Aunt and leading her across to the couch, where he pulled her on to his lap. Sucking on the large resilient tit, he watched avidly from the corner of his eye as his Mom rose and turned to face Troy, and slowly lowered her cunt on to her nephew's rigid tool. Glen allowed himself a smug macho grin when he saw that his cousin's cock was much smaller than his own, and then turned his attention to his buxom Aunt. He grasped her big tits from behind, as with her back to him she rose and fell on his hard rod. Side by side the two cousins sat relishing the illicit excitement as they fucked and were fucked by each other's mothers.

Judging by her responses Glen suspected that his bigger cock was satisfying his Aunt more than Troy did, and he urged her to turn around so that he could add to her pleasure by sucking her nipples as he drove his prick deeper with each thrust. Even though his Mom was tighter than her sister, Rhonda's greater experience enabled her to use her more educated cunt in ways that Vicki was yet to learn, and she soon had her nephew panting on the edge. He grinned at her creamy natural lubrication coating his shaft, and looked across to watch Troy's cock plunging in and out of his Mom's twat, pleased to see that she was in a similar state of arousal. Troy's hands were on her waist, guiding her up and down and Glen put out a hand to fondle her boobs. She stiffened and began to tremble as he tweaked her nipples, and her cum poured out over Troy's belly. It was almost as if this triggered some form of chain reaction, because Troy grunted and let out a gasp as he spurted his load up into his Aunt's tight snatch. A couple of seconds later it was Glen's turn to send a fountain of cum into Rhonda, just as her cunt tightened and her secretions cascaded down his shaft. 

Afterwards they sat giggling and discussing what had happened, generally agreeing on the added appeal and excitement of illicit sex. Now that the barriers were down the conversation became more open, and Vicki posed the question that had been niggling her. 

"How did you and Troy first get involved?" she asked her sister.

Rhonda laughed. "I was wondering how long it would take you to ask that. For me it started a few years ago. I took his clean laundry to his room when I thought he was out, and I saw him looking at a magazine and playing with himself. I got out of there fast, but I couldn't help thinking how nice this looked." She reached out and grasped his flaccid member fondly before continuing. "Next day after he left for school I went to his room and dug the magazine out from under his mattress and got a shock."

Troy squirmed uncomfortably as he realised the secret he thought was his alone was about to be exposed. His Mom grinned mischievously.

"I started browsing through and came to a photo of a nude girl lying on a rug holding her pussy open, and my darling son here had pasted a cut out photo of my face over hers. After I got over the shock it sort of intrigued me that my own son thought of me that way. To be honest it excited me too, and I started looking for ways to let him 'accidentally' catch me in various states of undress. It started out as just a bit of harmless teasing, but it didn't seem to have any effect. Then I got the idea of leaving my door ajar and 'falling asleep' in just my nightdress with the light on, hoping he would come in and sneak a peek. When that didn't work either I started to really want him to touch me, so I decided that if he did come in I would pretend to stay asleep, no matter what he did, even if he felt my pussy, or better still if he tried to put his cock in me. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him about how I felt, so I just carried on like that for a couple of years, getting more and more frustrated. Then one night he came home drunk and passed out on his bed wearing just his boxers, and after thinking about him for over an hour I couldn't take any more. I just had to see his cock up close. I sneaked into his room and pulled his boxers down. When I saw it lying there against his belly I couldn't help myself. I started rubbing it and when it started getting hard I leaned over to kiss it. That's when he woke up. He didn't do or say anything for a few seconds, and then he put his hand on my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. It wasn't where I wanted him to put it, but at the same time it wasn't where I didn't want him to put it either. After I swallowed his cum he just lay there looking at me so I got up to leave, but he pulled me down and undressed me. He played with my tits and pussy for about half an hour and then when I started to cum he fucked me." 

By the time she had finished telling it, Troy was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I wondered what set you off. I remember that magazine, but I haven't seen it for ages." After a moment's thought he chuckled, and they looked at him questioningly. "It's just as well you didn't look a few pages further on."

Rhonda's response shook him. "That's easily done, I still have it somewhere." She rose and went to her room, and to her son's dismay she returned brandishing the incriminating publication. He cringed as she showed the others the page he had doctored, and when she began turning the following pages he looked as if he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him. After thumbing a little further, his Mom laughed uproariously and held the magazine for everyone to see. A slender small breasted girl was depicted on all fours, whilst a man knelt behind her, stuffing her cunt with a cock like an oversized cucumber. This time the face that stared out of the pages was that of Vicki, and she burst into a fit of giggling. They looked through the rest of the magazine, then she turned back to the page with her face.

"I don't remember having that photo taken. That looks like fun." With a leer she rose from the couch and bent from the waist, bracing herself against the cushion with one hand and reaching the other behind her to pull her pussy lips apart. "Do you really think a cock that big would fit in here?"

Glen laughed. "I'm not sure, but I know one that definitely will." As Rhonda and Troy watched, he grasped his Mom's hips and drove his cock into her cum filled snatch.

After a few moments, Rhonda grasped Troy's tool. "Hey, why should they have all the fun?" Rising from her seat, she bent over alongside Vicki and guided the stiff organ into her insatiable hole. Vicki slipped an arm around her pulling her close, and the sisters shared passionate kisses as each was fucked by her horny son.

The two young studs finally withdrew their totally depleted pricks, and went to raid the fridge for beer as the sisters sank down onto the couch. "My God Vick," Rhonda panted, "I never dreamed I could be so horny."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I feel like I could fuck forever." 

"Me too, but I don't think the boys are going to be much use for a while. I think we fucked them to a standstill." 

The younger woman looked speculatively at the other, and reached out to fondle a generous breast. "You know, there's one thing I always wanted to try." 

Understanding showed in her sister's face and she slid from the couch, stretching out on the polished floor with her legs wide apart in unspoken invitation. Her hips rose as Vicki fastened her hungry mouth eagerly over her dripping slit, and it took no more than a couple of licks to prompt her to move into a sixty nine. 

Glen and Troy emerged from the kitchen carrying a bottle of beer in each hand, and stopped in disbelief as they saw the tangle of arms legs and pussies. 

Watching avidly as the sisters greedily slurped their sons' cum out of each other's cunts, Glen tried unsuccessfully to make his tool rise to the occasion again. As he accepted temporary defeat he consoled himself with the thought that with two horny and more than willing women like his Mom and his Aunt at his beck and call, there was no sense in busting his balls trying to get into the pants of a teasing born again virgin like Cheryl.



Sunday Stroll



Edited by Techsan

I am aged forty-four and my wife Eve is a couple of years younger. We've been married for just over twenty years during which time we have raised two fine children, Elaine (already married) and Tom who at that time was spending his pre-university gap year backpacking in Australia. Motherhood and a contented lifestyle have caused Eve to put on a few pounds but her shape is still what many men would consider ideal with not over-overlarge but full breasts and nicely padded hips. When we first met she was slim to the point of thinness with almost non-existent tits and hips that someone once described as boyish but for all that she was a sexual dynamo. The year before the wedding and the two afterwards we couldn't leave it alone, screwing like rabbits at every opportunity and some times when it wasn't a true opportunity at all. 

Things changed when the children came along. Tiredness from broken nights and the fact that I was busy career building at work meant that there was little energy left for bed time activity and by the time that situation eased there was a need to exercise amorous restraint, 'in case the kids might hear'. Eventually of course we did get back a lot of freedom but could never recapture the urgency of the early years. We still made love twice a week which I believe is exactly the national average but it is hardly earth shattering stuff. Sometimes, after the usual perfunctory half hour, I would think back nostalgically to the time when I could effortlessly carry on for hours but then metaphorically shrug my shoulders and tell myself that it's a young man's sport. For the past few years walking and gardening have replaced sex as our favourite marital hobby - I'm not knocking it because there is a great deal of contentment and companionship to be gained from both activities. 

It was one of the extra hot days that we often get in early May. Eve asked if I wanted to spend the day gardening or if we should find a walk to do. I pointed out that there was little needed doing in the garden, adding that I couldn't stand the sun the way that I used to so a walk might be the better idea.

"I would like a walk too but which - we seem to have done all of them for this area. What do you think?" Eve asked.

"Close your eyes and stick a pin in the map," I suggested and in such an arbitrary way is destiny often decided.

"Feldon - that's where the pin is but I don't think there is a walk round there," she said. The name rang a bell so I got out the walker's bible and quickly found what I was looking for. "It's only fifteen miles away. As it's so close I can't understand why we haven't done it already," she was saying, still looking at the map. 

"Perhaps because the write-up rather damns it with faint praise. Listen to this, 'Not a popular walk, no waterfalls, lakes, rivers or ruins but there is a large hill offering a fine view and extensive woodland'. I think we should do it - the full circuit is six miles and that's just about right for a Sunday stroll. Even if it's not very exciting, we'll be able to cross it off the list."

With that agreed, my wife went upstairs to get ready while I sorted out my hiking boots but when she came back down she was wearing a summer dress and walking shoes instead of her usual jeans and boots. "Changed your mind?" I asked.

"No. It's going to be really hot so I thought a dress might be a lot cooler and I don't think we are going to come across much mud," she explained.

I parked the car some distance beyond the small village of Feldon, on a piece of ground that seemed to have been designated for that purpose. Although we had taken coffee and biscuits we left them in the vehicle, this being little more than a stroll. On a more serious walk we generally carried refreshments with us together with simple safety equipment. Climbing over the stile we struck off at a steady pace across the fields. However, we had not done much more than a mile before I decided that in view of the heat we might have been better advised to pick a more leisurely way to pass the day and was pleased when we spotted some rabbits to observe for a few minutes. About half a mile further on the ground began to rise.

The hill slope was long and rather steep. As we made our way to the top, there was fairly thick woodland immediately to the left of the path and a broad swathe of open grassland on the right. Normally on such a climb we would have paused for a breather and more probably twice but because a bench had been placed near the summit from which to enjoy the reputedly spectacular view, we deliberately tried to reach the top in one go.

Probably due to the heat of the day, some way from our objective, I was sweating badly, had aching legs and was gasping for breath but I gritted my teeth and persevered. About twenty feet from the bench it came as a shock to realise that there was someone already up there, standing just beyond the summit. It was a tall heavily built male, wearing a T-shirt of the type with cut out sleeves and scruffy cut down jeans. He was standing with his back deliberately towards us which was in direct contrast to the friendly demeanour that seemed to be almost universal amongst people we met while walking. 

I felt a prickle run up the back of my neck. There was nothing concrete to explain why but I felt that he exuded a definite sense of menace. Eve felt it too. Grabbing my hand she whispered, "Let's give the seat a miss and just carry on walking."

It was a sensible suggestion but I was physically incapable of complying. Despite my better judgement I said, "I do need to sit down and catch my breath if only for a couple of minutes," then seeing a mountain bike lying on the grass I pointed to it saying, "Look, he's just a cyclist taking a rest like us."

The two minutes extended to five, during which the stranger walked about and appeared to be doing limbering up exercises. This gave me the idea that he might be some kind of professional cyclist but then I remembered that cyclists tend to be of a much slimmer build. Although observing from the corner of my eye I was careful not to look directly at him lest this gave him excuse for aggression. Eve gave me a sharp dig in the ribs and whispered, "I don't like it at all and I think we ought to go now - he's pretending to ignore us but when he thinks we aren't looking his way, he's giving me a real going over with his eyes." 

Having regained my breath and feeling distinctly uneasy myself, I was quick to trust her intuition. "Do you want to carry on past him or shall we scrap the walk and head back to the car?"

"I don't really want to do either and I don't think we have to," she said, "There is a path heading into the woods about twenty feet back down the hill. If we take that we can possibly work our way past him and rejoin the route further on and even if we can't it will be pleasant under the trees and out of direct sun."

That is what we did. Some four of five minutes later I saw the flash of fast movement in the distance through the trees along a path parallel to ours. "There goes the cyclist," I said pointing and the flood of relief as I spoke, made me realise how very tense I had been. 

"We were probably imagining things - he's probably a very nice man really," my wife said grinning at me.

"I don't think so. Nice people don't act as oddly as that and I for one am very glad he has gone," I told her.

We walked light-heartedly for several minutes holding hands but then had to fall into single file as the track narrowed. The footpath passed through thick bushes that caught at our clothing and when we emerged into the open it was to find the cyclist standing with his cycle held sideways in front him of so that it completely blocked our way. It was a shock to find him there but I tried to keep any nervousness out of my voice as I asked firmly but pleasantly, "What do you want?"

He nodded towards Eve. "She knows what I want."

Automatically I glanced towards my wife to see an expression on her face that I had never seen before and I am at a loss for words to describe. Reading this as distress, anger overcame fright, so I looked back at the man who was accosting us and, making myself sound as authoritative as possible, told him, "If you don't move aside immediately you are going to be in real trouble."

This only caused him to grin nastily and say, "From where I'm standing, it seems like it's you who's in trouble mate." 

Admitting that I had a real confrontation on my hands I looked at my opponent closely for the first time. For a start he was at least six inches taller than I was and a great deal heavier. His arms were fleshy but showing no real evidence of muscle, he had the start of a beer gut and his heavy thighs were covered in thick black hair. I guessed that he was in his middle thirties and could see from his face that he was a man not unused to trouble.

Assessing the situation, I saw the possibility that if I lunged forward suddenly and pushed, such a surprise attack might cause him to fall backwards and become entangled with his bicycle. This would give us at least a few seconds advantage but the problem was what to do with it. Flight was out of the question because he would certainly catch one of us and yet failure to subdue him would only exacerbate the situation. As if intercepting my train of thought Eve placed a restraining hand on my elbow and this was enough to make me abandon my plan. Instead, speaking as calmly as I could, I repeated my question, "What exactly do you want?"

"As I said, the lady knows already but as you seem to be slow on the uptake I'll spell it out for you," he said with a smirk. "I want to fuck your wife - or to put it another way, I'm going to fuck your wife." 

I think that it is automatic in times of crisis to look around for signs of support but this only made him laugh out loud. "There's nobody to help you, mate. In fact I don't think there is another person for miles. If there was do you think I'd dare pull a stunt like this?"

"Do you expect me to just stand by and let you do it?"

"You will if you don't want to get badly hurt. Be sensible, give me what I want and then the pair of you can go on your way." He paused for a moment but when I made no response, went on in a more persuasive tone, "As I see it you've got no real option, mate. Look, I've even got a spot picked out for it - I do like a bit of comfort when I'm having a nice shag." 

As he spoke he half turned and pointed to where a shaft of sunlight coming through the trees illuminated a small area of grassy bank. This gave me the chance I had been looking for. Crouching quickly, I grabbed hold of a short but sturdy piece of branch that I had spotted not far from my feet. When our aggressor turned to see the weapon in my hand, instead of the expected dismay, a look of wary amusement crossed his face. 

"Put it down, mate," he advised. "If I have to take it off you, I'll break your arm and then your other arm. I will probably break your legs as well and then I'm going to fuck your old lady anyway."

"Throw it away, Harry, it's not worth it," Eve said softly by my side. This completely undermined my small supply of resolve, causing me to abandon my only show of resistance and rather shamefacedly let the branch fall harmlessly back by the side of the path.

The intended rapist could not resist his smile of triumph and this prompted me to a last desperate attempt to buy our way out of the predicament. Pulling my wallet from my pocket I held it out to him saying, "There's cash and credit cards in there - you can have the lot if you let us go. I've also got a rather good watch."

He took the wallet and this gave me a surge of real hope. But, having flicked it open and extracted the bank notes, he handed it back saying, "Thanks for the beer money but it doesn't change anything so you might as well hang onto your watch."

I stood seething with frustration while he, having shoved my bank-notes into his pocket, seemed uncertain what to next. Eve broke the impasse by saying coolly, "If you want us to be over where you pointed, hadn't you better move your bike and let us get past."

He did step to the side of the path taking his bicycle with him but replied, "It's just you I want over there sweetheart, your hubby can park himself by the big tree over there. It's far enough away to keep him out of our way and I don't think he is likely to run off and leave you with me." 

I looked at the thick trunk he had indicated about fifty yards away and swore, "Christ, no, it's too far." 

Although I had proved pretty ineffectual so far, had the situation arisen, I would have sacrificed myself without question if I thought it would save my wife's life; however, at that distance, if things turned suddenly nasty, I would be too far away for me to help her at all." 

The big man looked at me and then he laughed. "I didn't think - of course you want to watch the show. Well, sit over there instead mate - you deserve a ringside seat. Remember though that I'm trusting you to behave yourself." 

My new position was only about fifteen feet from the grassy bank and effectively solved my problem but he had managed to ascribe an opposite motive to my objection.

Shame made me unable to face my wife, so as she continued towards the patch of sunlight, without speaking I veered off to the place where I had been told to sit. I was surprised to find that he had followed me and was looking uneasily at the short distance that separated me from where Eve now stood kicking off her shoes. "I really ought to tie you up," he said, "- but if you promise not to move I won't bother."

I had read too many tales of people who had allowed themselves to be tied up only to be subsequently murdered and a wave of claustrophobia hit me at the prospect of being so incapacitated. "I promise," I said.

He then moved back to Eve and possessively took hold of her elbow but she shook his hand off, muttered something and walked over to me without him trying to stop her. 

Drawing near she took my hand, squeezed it very hard and looking deep into my eyes said softly, "Don't get too upset, darling, because I'm not going to be hurt. And no matter how you feel, please don't try to interfere." She then turned and walked slowly back to meet her fate.

During that minute our captor had removed his shorts and now stood waiting. His cock was standing at a forty-five degree angle and I could not believe the size of that rampant organ. 

Over the years, in sports changing and at the swimming baths, I have observed many examples of male genitalia but never one even approaching that magnitude. Eve must have seen it but without even a falter in her stride walked straight past him. 

Turning so that her back was partially towards both males, she bent down quickly, reached up under her skirt, pulled down her panties, stepped out of them and let them fall to the grass at her feet. Of all the many times that the events of that afternoon have dominated my thoughts, it is not the actual act of sex but the symbolic moment that she first removed her underwear for the benefit of another man that has been replayed most often in my mind. Her last action was to choose a position in the middle of the bank and lie down with her arms passively by her sides. I could also see that her legs were parted and slightly raised at the knees.

He moved in quickly to claim his prize, flicking her skirt up to her waist. I think that I caught a glimpse of her bush but his body getting in place between her legs blocked my view. Nor could I see the moment that he entered her but a gasp from my wife told me that it had happened. It is only fair to concede that he did it gently and slowly rather than the vicious thrust I had expected. I found myself wondering if that gasp was directly caused by that column of flesh being pushed into her or whether it was simply a release of tension. 

I too must have held my breath because, despite the feeling of cramp in my gut, I was almost surprised to find that I was breathing normally. I watched him thrusting into her with relative restraint for two or three minutes but then dragged my eyes away from the sexual tableau to start surveying my immediate surroundings. Within easy reach I spotted two fallen sections of branch, either of which would make far more effective weapons than the clumsy lump of wood that I had fist picked up but I left them lying where they were. Many times since I have pondered my inaction and cannot decide if I was abiding by my promise to him, obeying my wife's injunction or whether I had just felt that the battle was already lost. Instead of heroic action I fished out my packet and with trembling fingers, lit a cigarette.

It is strange the random thoughts that flit through the mind in a situation like that. I remember thinking how incongruous it was that, less than an hour before I had been happily walking along with no thought in mind except perhaps my evening meal, and yet there I was, sitting with my back against a tree, smoking a cigarette, while only a few feet away a complete stranger was busily fucking my wife. 

An increase in tempo drew my eyes back to the events on the bank. His ball sack began to move up telling me that he was about to cum and a moment or two later he gave a great bellow. As that happened, Eve's arms moved up as if she were about to hold him but after touching his sides briefly they fell back to the grass. The moment that he had finished squirting his seed the rapist rolled off and sat up, looking over at me to ensure that I was still where I should be. My wife also sat up, quickly pulling down her dress to cover herself. The man gave a long whistle through his teeth, I think to express satisfaction, and then beckoned to me saying, "You can bring those cigs over here."

Walking over I proffered one to him rather than hand over the packet and then offered one to Eve that she gratefully accepted. There were plenty left so I also took another for myself. While going round with my lighter, my wife looked into my eyes, gave a very brief half smile and then averted her gaze. My intention was to return to my tree but he pointed to a spot by my wife's feet, graciously giving me permission to stay, if only for the moment. I would rather have gone back because his cock was in my direct line of vision. It lay limply on his thigh, glistening with semen and no doubt vaginal juices but it distressed me to see that it had not decreased at all in size. 

"Are you married?" It was Eve speaking and her question shocked me - I mean, submitting to sex when you have no choice is one thing but why initiate conversation with the brute. 

"Yes, worse luck and I've got five kids as well but it's turned my wife into a fat slob," he replied. "She don't want no more babies and she can't take the pill so I don't get much at home." 

Despite my feelings about Eve having spoken to him I found myself saying rather nastily, "So you've done this sort of thing before?"

He shook his head. "No, this is my first time. You just dropped lucky - or unlucky if you want to see it that way. I come up here most weekends to get out of the house and ride the bike, that's how I come to know all the paths so well but I suppose I'll have to give this place a miss for quite a while after this." 

"So why did you pick on us?" This was my wife again.

"That's down to you, darlin. As you were coming up the hill and especially when you were sitting on the bench, I thought what a cracking bit of cunt you were and how much I would like to give you one. Then when I saw you heading off into the woods I realised that it was too good a chance to miss."

My wife and I fell silent. I think both of us were ruing the fact that had we just continued walking or simply retraced our steps we would have been safe but our intended defensive action had actually played right into his hands. 




Sunday Stroll



By this time we had all finished smoking and he signalled the end of the break by flicking his tab end into the undergrowth and asking, "How about it Eve? You about ready to go again?"

Eve did not speak but gave her answer by falling back until she was again lying in resigned fashion on the grass. I was in total shock. It was suddenly plain that they had been talking quietly to each other while he was screwing her. The use of her name created the impression of a familiarity and intimacy between them and by that I mean a different kind of intimacy to the sexual act already described. With my mind in turmoil, I turned and walked back to my designated place. I had expected that there would be a replay and my only consolation was that at last sight his cock, although still potently large, was nothing like the rigid rod I had observed at the start. I had a hope that although the big man's mind was obviously willing, his flesh might prove to be weak.

I was therefore amazed to see Eve get up and crouch, to very obviously take his prick in her mouth. For the next five minutes I had to endure the sight of her head bobbing at his groin and listen to his murmured instructions, 'That's nice', 'Keep sucking' and 'Use your tongue a bit more, luv'. 

During the first act of intercourse, the pain from my churning stomach had blocked out any sensation from lower down but now I found that I had my own very strong erection and the fact that I had become aroused by the situation caused a new sense of shame. Early in the marriage Eve had sucked me off at least once every day but I couldn't remember the last time my prick had been in her mouth and I used this fact as excuse for my reaction. In due course she suddenly broke away and lay down, actually pulling up her own skirt and he moved into position sporting a now eager penis that was approaching twice the size of mine.

This session was far more energetic and went on for much, much longer. During the preliminary bout (so to speak), he had taken time to occasionally glance over his shoulder to check my whereabouts but now he was oblivious of my presence. The only reason that might explain my failure to even consider taking advantage of the situation is that I must have been totally demoralised by that stage. I smoked another three cigarettes in total while the endless humping continued. That disloyal piece of anatomy between my legs was still very stiff and the fact that Eve was making sounds that could be taken for pleasure, didn't help at all. I tried to rationalise that the sounds were caused by his considerable weight upon her and the power of his thrusts but my cock did not seem to believe this explanation.

Towards the end he paused and slid his hands under my wife's buttocks to lift her lower half off the ground and this caused her splayed legs to wave in the air. They looked as if they wanted to clamp round his waist but did not actually do so. He started going like a piston, driving his cock fully home, this evidenced by the sound of his large balls slapping against her skin. During the more adventurous part of our marriage, in the more penetrative positions, I had sometimes convinced myself that I had touched bottom - so it was a mystery to me where all those extra inches were going.

Other signs of her actual participation rather than being a mere receptacle were ambiguous but there was no mistaking the fact that she had now got her arms round his shoulders with her fingers digging into the material of his T-shirt. It was at this point that I lost it, my vision blurred and I began shuddering all over - the attack was of only short duration but when it passed I was left with a humiliating sticky deposit in my pants. My eyes were still closed when he gave his now familiar bellow. I looked over, to see that he had slumped on top of her and unlike the first time he stayed like that for over a minute - and when he did roll off it was only to remain prone by her side.

With my own problems I too was in no hurry to move, until he stood up, put on his shorts and signalled that I should go over. Eve still had not stirred and lay completely uncovered. Her pubic hair was matted to her body and her vulva gaped open, red and sore looking, and displaying clear evidence of the copious deposit he had left in her. I gave him the cigarette that he wanted and while I was lighting it, my wife got to her feet. He turned and had the gall to thank her before saying apologetically, "And now I'm afraid that I have got to tie you both up."

"Please don't because we might not be able to get free," my wife begged, "It will take us ages to walk anywhere and you can be a long way away on your bike by then. I promise that we won't tell anybody about this anyway."

He was undecided for a moment and had almost agreed to leave us free when a thought made him ask if we had a mobile phone. We both denied this but he needed to check using a quick body search. With Eve this consisted mainly of squeezing her tits but he patted me down pretty thoroughly and then as he was about to move away he said, "I'm doing you a favour here so I think I will have that watch after all." 

Thirty seconds later he had retrieved his bike and ridden off waving one hand in the air. I quickly moved to Eve and, without actually touching her, asked, "Are you all right?"

She nodded then gave me a brief but very searching glance before asking, "And you?"

I told her that I was OK and was about to turn the subject back to her when she asked with a look of embarrassment on her face, "Can you look away for a minute while I clean myself up?"

In gentlemanly fashion I turned my back but could not resist peering under my arm. Eve got some tissues from her pocket and pulled up her skirt. Twin streams of semen were trickling slowly down the inside of both thighs - she used the tissues on this but fell back on her panties for the main job, stuffing the small garment almost completely up inside herself, before pushing the whole sodden mess into her pocket. 

I am usually a reasonably decisive person but it was need for advice that made me say, "I'm pretty sure that if we go in that direction we can reach a phone and ring the police in less than twenty minutes but the trouble is that we could get lost. On the other hand, if we retrace our steps we can definitely get back to the car but it will take at least twice as long. What do you think we should do?"

"Go back to the car," she said with certainty, without even considering the alternative. "Harry, I wasn't lying when I said that we wouldn't tell anybody - I'm not going to report this to the police."

"Why ever not?" I shouted all my suppressed rage coming out at once, "If you don't, that bastard is going to get away with it."

"He's going to get away with it whether I report it or not, love," she said softly. "The police can't even catch rapists in cities so what chance do they stand with it happening right out here."

"I still think we should report it and hope that they do catch him. The fucking swine deserves to be behind bars for a very long time - I would like to watch him being castrated or even hung."

"Do you want Tom and Elaine to know about this - or our friends and neighbours, not to mention your colleagues at work? If we report this they won't catch him but it will all come out and everyone will know. You can't even argue that I owe it to other women because I'm pretty sure that this was a one off. Darling, I haven't been damaged so I think we should write it off as a bad experience and try to forget it." 

I did agree that we should keep our hurt to ourselves but it was not my wife's argument that persuaded me. Rather it was a sudden vision of people asking me, "And what exactly were you doing while it was happening?" 

We walked in silence for over a mile, side by side but not touching. At one point I caught hold of her hand but it just lay within my grasp and when we gradually disengaged I made no attempt to recapture it. My mind was churning until I reached the point when I could not suppress the question, "Why did you suck his cock? He didn't order you to?"

"No, it wasn't an order but he pointed to it and said very quietly, "Do you want to give me some help with that?"

"I knew it - you actually wanted his enormous cock down your throat."

"Harry, I didn't want it at all but I did want the whole thing over as quickly as possible if only for your sake," Eve explained patiently. " I knew that he intended to have me again no matter how long it took and I could tell that it might be a long time before he was stiff enough - so I just tried to hurry it up a bit."

"But he might have cum in your mouth."

"That is what I hoped would happen because that would have been the end of it. At one time I used to suck you off a lot and there were others before I met you. Sometimes it's very nice at and at others it's not so pleasant but there is nothing nasty or disgusting about it."

"And why did you put your arms round him?" I asked, all the poison rushing out.

"Harry, darling, I will answer that question but then I'm not going to say another word about it until you have calmed down. I held on to him because the force of what he was doing was jerking me along the ground making my back sore and it was also hurting my breasts. Hanging onto him made me more stable and stopped me from getting damaged." 

Shame at my unjustified suspicions added to the surfeit of shame that I had accumulated that day. We continued walking in silence until we reached the car and the sight of something familiar made me realise that we were still alive when it might have turned out very differently. I drove home in a slightly happier frame of mind. Once there I treated Eve like an invalid, getting her seated in a chair and then rushing to put the kettle on. 

While the water was boiling I returned, knelt in front of her and taking both her hands in mine, asked, "How are you now?"

She gave me a very normal smile and said, "I'm not traumatised if that's what you mean. I know that women are meant to be after something like this but I'm not."

"I meant physically," I said.

Eve looked at me for several seconds before answering as if she were carefully considering her words. Then she said slowly, "I'm rather sore - and stretched but after a long hot bath and a peaceful nights sleep I should be as good as new tomorrow. After all, you made me sore plenty of times at one time."

This was the first time that a reference had been made to the size of the rapists huge organ if only by inference. There were questions that I wanted to ask but did not know how to phrase them and while I was struggling for something else to say, my wife squeezed my hand and said, "The important thing is how are you - I think it's you who's a bit traumatised."

"Ashamed," I said, "Very ashamed."

My wife lurched forward, threw her arms round me and with her mouth close to my ear said, "You have absolutely no reason to be ashamed. It was largely your restraint that got us out of that situation in one piece. I actually think that it took a great deal of courage and character to act as you did."

With my rather dubious actions validated, I made the tea and, while drinking it, Eve said, "I'm not up to making an evening meal so while I am having a long soak in the bath, why don't you go and get us a Chinese?"

After her bath and when we had eaten the food I had brought in, Eve switched on the TV program we were following and started watching as if it were any normal evening. Although I too sat facing the screen, all that I saw were mental images from the afternoon projected in my mind. We went to sleep in each other's arms. It was the only mercy of the day that I was asleep the moment that my head touched the pillow. Next morning I went to work as usual while suggesting that she should take the day off but Eve maintained that there was no real reason why she should stay at home. That evening and the next I did return to some semblance of normality but on the second night in bed, Eve pressed herself sensuously against me only to roll over when I did not respond. Wednesday was usually one of our regular two nights for sex, so after a few minutes when I had not made any overtures, Eve said softly, "You can make love to me if you want."

Ever since that accident in my pants in the woods I had become impotent but rather than confess this I said, "I would rather wait another day or two to give you chance to fully recover."

"I'm fully recovered now," she replied but I pretended not to hear.

Nor had we made love by the time the next Sunday arrived. I had managed to get an erection before that but it always seemed to die at the critical moment. This was not because I thought she had been tainted. Rather I think I feared adverse comparison with that massive cock. We had both grown rather irritable with each other. During the afternoon, driven out of the garden by rain I sat thinking about what had been happening at that moment a week before. 

Suddenly I burst out, "That evil bastard deserves to rot in hell."

"I agree that by rights he should go to prison but don't you think the word evil is going too far?"

"What do you call threatening to break my arms and legs? That is definitely evil, quite apart from what he did to you."

Eve gave a little laugh. "He wouldn't have actually done that - it was a bluff. I asked him if he really would have broken all your limbs and he said that your arm holding the branch might have been damaged as he disarmed you but he wouldn't deliberately have done any other harm to you. He told me that the nastier he appeared up front the less times he had to prove it - so you see he was not quite as evil as he seemed."

"When exactly did you have this conversation because I certainly didn't hear it?" I asked quietly. 

The expression on my wife's face showed that she regretted having spoken and that was enough for me. "You were talking to him while he was fucking you. Instead of making your mind blank as you're meant to, you were actually lying there chatting to the bastard. Did you tell him how nice it felt? You bloody well enjoyed it - I could tell at the time that you weren't trying to push him away. You enjoyed it and that's why you have got over it so damn easily."

"I most certainly did not enjoy it," Eve said in a pained voice. "I admit that I talked to him while it was happening but there was a good reason for that. We know from serial killers that having sex with a woman does not stop him murdering her. On the other hand in kidnap and hostage situations, it is advised to try establishing a rapport with the oppressors. I was trying to make him see me as a person and not just a lump of meat. My only thought was to try to make sure that both you and me survived." She paused and then added, "I mostly answered his questions. That one was the only one I asked him."

"But," I started to say but my wife held up her hand and told me firmly, "Harry, you have got to let this thing go. If you don't, it's going to haunt the rest of our lives."

I added this conversation to the store of Feldon associated memories that I dragged up for almost daily review and a week later found myself asking, "When you were having those conversations that I didn't hear, what kind of questions did he ask you?"

"He wanted me to tell him about our family and then something about my job," Eve told me with an exasperated sigh.

And?"

"He asked me if I was enjoying it and I told him what he wanted to hear. There was no point in antagonising him."

"That wasn't a lie because you did enjoy it," I accused again.

A look of annoyance flitted across my wife's face but it was quickly replaced by a patient smile. "You've got a bee in your bonnet about this, Harry, and I am partly to blame because I have not been completely honest with you so now I am going to tell you the plain truth. You may not like it but I hope it will put an end to this conversation once and for all." Eve paused before continuing in a more neutral tone of voice. "I suppose that most women wonder what it is like to have a very large penis inside them. What happened satisfied that curiosity for me and also gave me an experience that I would not have had otherwise. I'm not going to claim that it was terrible or even very unpleasant but I definitely did not enjoy it. I didn't enjoy it because I was frightened that he would kill us both when he had finished with me - but that fear did recede. The main reason that I didn't enjoy it is because I love you. I knew exactly what you would be feeling being forced to watch helplessly like that and all the time that it was happening, I was suffering your pain with you. Darling, please try and forget about it so that we can get on with our lives."

At the end of the month, Eve was late. "Don't panic, my period has been very erratic for the last couple of years," she reassured me.

Ten days later proved that it had been a false alarm. "Thank goodness, now you won't need an abortion to get rid of that swine's bastard."

My wife gave me a level look and said, "I would have had an abortion - but because I don't want to be a mother again at my age, never mind where it came from." It was perhaps inevitable that this thoughtless statement would set me privately speculating about the outcome had this happened when she was much younger.

A couple of months passed during which we re-established sexual relations of a sort. Eve was always the initiator and after I had finished she often lay tossing and turning restlessly by my side. Then one night she reached out and started playing with my prick when I thought I had done my duty the previous night. I pushed it away saying, "You are turning into a nymphomaniac."

"There was a time when you liked being married to a nymphomaniac," she said sadly but rolled over and left me alone.

That Sunday afternoon when we were sitting quietly, Eve asked coyly, "Do you fancy going upstairs for a lie down?"

"I'd rather read my book," I told her honestly.

"There's nothing for it - I'll just have to take a stroll down Feldon way," she grinned.

"That proves it, you did enjoy it more than you admitted," I yelled throwing my book to the floor, "You accuse me of not being able to forget it but I bet you have been hankering to have that enormous cock inside you again ever since." 

"When will you get it into your stupid head that I didn't enjoy it," she shouted back. "Harry, that was a joke. It's over three months since it happened and you shouldn't be so touchy still. If you can joke about something it shows that it isn't dominating your life. I wish you could lighten up a bit."

Later that evening, she said in a quiet voice, "I don't want what I am going to say setting you off accusing me of enjoying it again so please listen until I've finished before you say anything. That terrible afternoon seems to have had a beneficial effect in that it has re-awakened my libido. For a very long time I have thought of myself as being just a mother and lately I have regarded myself as being middle aged but that's not true. Looking in magazines and at TV there are female celebrities and film stars older than me who go about looking glamorous and having well published affairs. I am still relatively young and I've realised that is far too soon to give up on life."

"So you want to start having affairs?"

"Of course not silly," but then she grinned and said, "Well, possibly one."

"Who with?" I snapped glaring at her.

"With you, idiot. I want us to try and get back to how we were years ago.

I tried, I really did. I think that I did manage to give the impression that I was back to my pre-Feldon state but every time that we were about to make love, mentally I was back sitting in front of a tree, watching her open her legs like that for the other man. We no longer went walking and what little got done in the garden was due to my wife's hand but she refused to become as depressed as I was. 




Sunday Stroll



One Friday Eve got home from work to tell me excitedly, "Sharon, my friend at work, and her husband, Denis, have invited us to a disco tonight. Please say you'll come - it should be fun and I can't remember the last time we went out together for an evening."

I shook my head. "If they are taking you then you don't need me. Anyway, there's something on the box that I particularly want to see." 

Eve pleaded with me but I remained adamant and in the end she went upstairs to get herself ready. When she came back down nearly two hours later she looked absolutely gorgeous and at the sight of her I felt a stirring in my groin for the first time in a very long time. I was very tempted to change my mind but I had left it far too late, so finished up just kissing her and telling her to have a lovely time."

I waited up and even though it got to 2 a.m. and she had not returned I was not concerned knowing that she was in safe hands. Hearing a vehicle outside I ran to the window and was surprised to see her getting out of a taxi rather than the car she had been driven off in. "Have you had a good time?" I asked cheerfully as she came through the door but instead of answering Eve took my hand and led me to a chair in the sitting room and then seated herself facing me.

"I've got something to confess and you're not going to like it," she said quietly looking straight into my eyes. "Soon after arriving at the disco I met someone and he tagged onto me making up the foursome instead of you for the rest of the evening. When the disco finished he invited the three of us round to his flat for a night-cap. We sat round chatting but at twelve thirty Denis and Sharon had to leave because they had a baby-sitter. Bringing me home would have taken them well out of their way so Ken said that if I stayed a bit longer he would send me home in a taxi." Eve took a deep breath. "Somehow he finished up kissing me and then we had sex. I didn't intend it to happen, in fact I didn't find him particularly attractive."

"Then why?"

"Because he wanted me," she said simply. 

I was hurt - of course I was hurt by this news but my overwhelming emotion was one of relief. This relief came in two levels with one being that it reduced the pressure on me. The other part is complicated but I will try to explain - the action of the rapist had spoiled two decades of exclusive dominion over my wife's body but with this development, the notion of exclusivity no longer existed and thus the significance of the Feldon act was reduced. That Sunday afternoon had been superseded and I felt sure that it would no longer dominate my mind. However, despite these positive aspects to what my wife had done, I still sneered and asked nastily, "He wanted you - what exactly do you mean by that?" 

"Harry, how often have you wanted me, really wanted me during the last five – no, make that ten years?" she asked. "How often have you had the urge to rip off my clothes and take me on the spot?"

I hung my head, admitting guilt, deciding not to mention that the nearest I had come was earlier that evening, just before she left home to be seduced. "Are you very angry?" Eve asked. 

"No. In a strange way it seems to make the overall situation better," I told her without trying to elucidate.

"I think I need to be wanted and that might explain something that has always bothered me about the rape," she said thoughtfully. "Haven't you ever wondered how he was able to put it into me so easily that first time? The answer is that I was very wet and I think that was because he so obviously wanted me. Ever since, I have been able to deny your accusations of enjoying it with a clear conscience because all the time it was happening I just wanted it to be over. But I do feel very bad about having been wet for him - and the fact that when I first saw his cock I felt an undeniable thrill of excitement."

I did not want to carry any more baggage from that dreadful afternoon and instead asked, "So what is he like, this Ken who wanted you so badly?"

"He's nice. I honestly think that you would like him in other circumstances. He is not good looking and I didn't fancy him at all when we all went to his flat. When the others left, he leaned over and kissed me and I kissed him back just to thank him for a pleasant evening. He wasn't pushy at all, no mauling my tits and stuff like that but his prick felt like a red hot poker pressing against my leg. I mean that literally - I could feel the heat through the material and it felt like a bar of iron digging into me. It affected me. I couldn't stop myself putting my hand on it and things progressed very quickly from there." 

I smiled, "At the risk of sounding like a parrot - did you enjoy it?"

"I enjoyed it a lot, in fact I think that I can still enjoy sex every bit as much as I ever did."

"What about your friend?"

"Ken did ask if he could see me again but I said, 'No'."

"So what happens now?"

"We can carry on as normal - that is if you still want to be with me."

My decision may have been made on the spur of the moment but I know it was the right one. "I can't imagine not being married to you," I told her and as she gave me a relieved smile in response, I went on, "That TV program I've started watching goes on for another eight Fridays and afterwards, I hope to spend some time on the Internet. The program won't interest you - so if you want some more evenings out, there is no need to hurry home."

Eve hurried over to kiss me - it was not a flurry of kisses but long and tender. Eventually she pulled her head back and looking deep into my eyes said, "I love you, Harry - never doubt that."

Update.

Eve did start visiting her lover once a week and it improved our lives considerably. She gave me edited versions of the things they did, including the detail that Ken's cock was not much bigger than mine but uncircumcised. I found that I could guiltlessly use mental pictures of them together as an aid to my own arousal. In consequence we made love more frequently and with greater enthusiasm on my part but there were limits - twenty-five years of cigarettes leaves me breathless after exertion and I think that, over time, my sexual drive has diminished through lack of use. 

After three months she returned one night to tell me that she would not be seeing Ken any more - "He's starting to refer to me as his girlfriend and I don't want a relationship with anyone but you," she said.

"Does that mean that it's just you and me again?" I asked, hiding a feeling of disappointment.

"Well, actually another guy has been sniffing around," she said with a grin. "He's older than both of us but he does look very fit."

We have not been out walking since that day.



Sunday Survivors



We met on holiday. Four couples. Middle aged, child free and open for excitement.

Our hotel offered peace and quiet, indulgent comfort, good food, and room for romance. Adults only, no single sex groups (that means no stag parties in hotel speak!), no business conferences and discreet service. The setting was delightful. The front balconies overlooked the lake and the rooms at the back had a view over the golf course next door. The furnishings were smart and the sofas soft and squidgy. The beds were big and the sheets luxurious. Rooms built for romance.

Kirsten and I arrived early on Friday afternoon and got out on the course. It was warm and balmy and the wind was soft. Despite the idyllic conditions the place was quiet and we could take our time walking hand in hand down the manicured fairways. I was on a promise... There was no doubt that I was going to get laid that night and 'treats' were promised - which usually meant soft full lips wrapped around my boy. Everything pointed to a sweet and lusty weekend. Yet I was distracted. 

Distracted by the couple ahead of us. Well; distracted by the lady in the couple playing ahead of us. My pace of play, and my heart rate, speeded up just a fraction. "If we push too close they might ask us to play through. And then you won' be able to stare at her bum". Kirsten knows me too well. The pert little bum wiggling in a short swaying golf skirt had caught my wandering eye and prompted more of a bulge than was proper. Very cute. "His bum's not bad either you know. And big strong arms".

So we kept half a hole back and got lots of pleasure from watching the match in front of us. Cute arse lady had a lovely swing, and sea green panties that flashed briefly as she followed through. As we stood back on the 17th green to watch their final tee-off, Kristen's hand ran around my left cheek - but I knew she was imagining her hand elsewhere. There was a lot of sexual tension building. "Maybe a drink in the clubhouse?" 'And a conversation with our fellow golfers?'

It was not to be. We finished our round and walked to the bar. But strong arm man and cute lady were nowhere to be seen. We had our celebratory beers and flirted with each other, teasing with hints of pleasures still to come. "...and no thinking of sea green while you are pleasing me. I want your full attention tonight." 

We ate that night at a table for two. Early. A big soft bed and a hot succulent woman were waiting for me. My groin ached with the anticipation. Denying ourselves for the last three nights was deliberate; a tried and tested formula for explosive passionate sex when we met at the end of the week. Kirsten's blouse was tight and filled and gaping. The lace peeping at the third button promised much and I knew the black nylon had a tender lightly tanned strip at its top. That was begging to be kissed. And stroked and pleasured. 

Watching a woman you love, and cannot wait to fuck, lick chocolate fondant from her lips does nothing to calm a man. But my already over excited prick gave an extra little twitch as sea green girl and her man walked in. In a foursome. Little miss golf skirt was dwarfed not just by her man but also by a tall blonde dressed all in white, swishing her hair and checking who was looking at her. Me for one. "Seen something else you like darling?" Kirsten doesn't miss a trick and knows me just too well. "Is her husband nice? Don't worry. I'll check him out as we leave". 

...

Having worked me into a frenzy she lifted her head and licked her lips. Most of her lipstick was now in a ring around my desperate and swollen boy. "Don't worry. I'm not finished with you yet". Her head dipped again, helped by my impatient hand but she held back "which one are you thinking of lover - greek goddess or little nymph? Or both you greedy boy. You big over excited greedy sticky boy" And those soft hungry lips slipped down my shaft and back and down and my boy twitched and pumped as the thought of forbidden blond pussy and my lady's skills combined to tip me over the edge. OH GOD, ooohh. I so love the feel of being sucked dry by a sexy woman. At my age she knows that finishing me off is going to put back her being filled by quite a while but once in a while I get treated like a sultan. She says it is because she loves me. She is so sweet. 

And so is her little fluffy light brown girl.. Sweet and savoury and juicy. Especially juicy after she has got all worked up pleasuring me. Sometimes we go the other way round. Which works just as well. Actually I suppose it is better for her. Burying my head between her lightly tanned thighs, inhaling her scent through thin satin smooth panties, pushing them aside with my nose and running my tongue up her lips does it for me. When I have finished and come up for air I am as stiff as a broom handle and slip into her so easily it is hard to think of the act of merging our bodies as penetration. It's like dipping into syrup.

...

Breakfast was from 7 until 10.30. We arrived at 10.22. Tired and limp and freshly showered. Blond Goddess and Army Officer were already there. Cream trousers with a crease ( him) and a pretty dress with thin little straps (her). Nymph and Big Arms rolled in at 10.28 ( big grins, wet hair) and just as Breakfast Waitress ( ponytail, "much too young for you darling") started to clear the muesli and fruit away everybody in the room swivelled to watch the entrance of Madame Busty Confidence and Big Mick. I had no idea at the time what his name actually was but it did turn out to be Mick. And she, we would discover, was Megan. "Hi everyone, I'm Megan. Isn't it a lovely morning for having fun". Having winked salaciously at satisfied looking Big Arms, who choked on his coffee and crossed his legs, she sat down and devoted all her attention to wrapping herself around a full English. "With an extra sausage please sweetheart".

We all went our separate ways that day; couples on holiday enjoying the sights and each other free from the cares of work and city and chores. In the bar that evening we struggled to find a table. The hotel must have been full that Saturday night and the special tasting menu on offer was of a quality that kept the many week-ending couples in the luxurious comfort of their hotel rather than driving into town to find anywhere else to eat. No choice but to ask Army Officer if we could join them.

James and Alison were good company. We were of a similar age and it turned out that he wasn't an army officer at all - he just had that confident grown up public school look. Plus a rather clumsy and old fashioned way of flirting with Kirsten, who he very clearly had taken a fancy to. So a man of some breeding and judgment. But wasting his time I'm afraid. His stories of local government finance did not do it for her. Fortunately I did not need to devote a lot of effort to listening to him. I was content to sit and soak up the goddess like radiance of Alison. Do you remember the first 22 year old French assistant who tutored French conversation when you were 15? With her pretty pointy breasts and her smile and that lovely accent. Something a bit like that except that Alison's were gently rounded, she was blond instead of dark and her vowels were impeccably Surrey. 

...

Sunday breakfast was just as late, full of couples wrapped up in the afterglow of Sunday morning child-free lay-in hotel bedroom sex. To Kirsten's delight there was no sign of James and Alison. Whether she was more pleased not to have to listen to James or that I couldn't lust after Alison I'm not sure. What pleased her even more was the reappearance of Mick and Megan. Megan's antics made her laugh out loud and Mick's big fit muscly body clearly excited her. The way she rubbed her right nipple through her top with her left hand as she gazed at him left nothing to the imagination. Something hot was flowing through her.

Which was only to the good. Kirsten with her juices flowing is a treat and I'm not too proud to let someone else heat her to boiling - just as long as I'm there to help her through it. We went back to bed after breakfast and both enjoyed her noisy Mick fuelled orgasms. "Not just yet please" we laughed as the chambermaid knocked offering to tidy the room. Hopefully the breeze from the open window helped the sweet smell of sex disperse before she changed the crumpled sheets. It must be a strange job clearing up after other people's nights of lust. 

...

After the crush of Saturday night, there was a mass exodus from the car park after lunch on the Sunday. When we got back at four from a shared round of golf with Isabella ( of the green panties) and her latest boyfriend, Big-arm Ian, the hotel was almost deserted. In the bar at seven there cannot have been more than 16 or so people and by the time the desserts were cleared away it was just the eight of us. We felt a bit like survivors; the lucky few still here after the fleet had left. With the lounge to ourselves there was a sense of camaraderie. Ian and Isabella , and James and Alison we had already spent time with and everyone felt they knew Megan and Mick. 

Karen, the duty manager for Sunday evening served us coffee and left us - trusted with an honesty bar and the assurance that if there was anything we needed the night call number was 8000. "Have a good night". And, as it turned out, ...

The conversation became increasingly relaxed and to nobody's surprise it was Megan who was compere. It was clear that we had all had an amorous weekend and that no-one was going to be too offended as the stories became more risqué, the jokes bluer and the shared stories that little bit more intimate. "Time" said Megan "for a game". 

"Of?"

"Strip poker, I think. Something tells me that at least two of you boys would like a closer look at my chest than you've been able to sneak so far." 

"I've never really understood," said James "quite how strip poker works. How do you identify the loser when people bluff and bet and throw their hand in."

"You keep your hands to yourself". Which wasn't the kindest thing for Kirsten to say, but it made everyone laugh. Especially Alison. And James blushed very deeply at her mind reading talents.

"It's a safe bet with your luck you'll have your trousers off before you know it. We'll just deal, allow one swapping of cards and then compare hands. And if you lose, you take something off". Alison's enthusiasm for the speedy removal of clothes certainly won my vote. Mick had already picked up two packs of cards from the table in the corner and Ian appeared to be stroking his balls while staring with a fixed grin at Megan. All four men are game then, plus Megan and Alison.

"Darling?"

"Oh I think it sounds like fun. You've already undressed all these lovely ladies in your mind anyway. I'm in. Isabella -? Are you going to play? "

"Can we just clarify the rules?" Ian interjected before Isabella had a chance to speak. I'm wearing four things - assuming you count a pair of socks as one item. What if someone is wearing more things... or... less?

"Sure socks count as one, and so do stockings."

"Has anyone got more than four items then?"

"Well, actually, I've got five."

"I've got a special rule just for you Megan". You have to lose five times before we get to see all your treasures but the two rounds when you would take your suspenders and stockings off - you have to keep them on.". Enthusiastic nodding greeted the suggestion that Megan might parade wearing just those two items.

"I just have three". And we agreed that her on her second losing hand Alison might be excused removing anything more. 

Isabella continued to look unsure. "In that case" she suggested, looking a little embarrassed, "I don't think I should take anything off until I've lost four hands." What a delicious thought to absorb . That cute elfin body with its tiny little breasts and delicious looking bum was covered by nothing but her little red dress. With one pull of a zip sexy little Isabella would stand butt naked in front of at least four greedy pairs of eyes. We agreed. 

...

Eight hands done. Kirsten and Megan in their underwear. Three men with their socks off, Alison with her hold ups in her hand and Isabella still fully dressed. But a nervous smile on her face, for she had already lost three hands.

The next five hands favoured the ladies. All the men now with their socks off, me and Ian shirtless and James standing in just his boxer shorts. As he went to slip his trousers off the rules were amended. In future, the removal of clothing had to be performed in full view, standing on the carpet in front of the empty fireplace. James did not manage this with any elegance. "You don't need to fold them my love - just toss them aside. One more bad hand and all these girls get to see what you have to offer big boy." Kirsten, Megan and Isabella exchanged interested glances as if to say 'maybe more to James than meets the eye'.

A King High and a pair of fours saw the removal of Mick's shirt and trousers. Now I'm not gay in the slightest but you did have to admire the man's body. Kirsten and Isabella were positively drooling. 

And the next hand raised the stakes. The lovely Alison proudly displayed a pair of tens only to see the final hand exposed - two Queens. Let the show begin. Walking gracefully to the carpet she lifted the hem of her dress, pulled it up and stood before us - displaying her breasts to six strangers. And disclosing that her taste in underwear ran to some very tiny very pretty knickers. I stood to attention. As she walked back to her seat Mick's eyes, Ian's eyes, and Megan's followed her every move. As did mine. 

The next exposed anatomy was Mick's. A fine looking cock. Then Kirsten's bra came off. My Kirsten is a bit of a show off. Not content with getting them out she cupped them in her hands and tweaked the nipples with her thumbs. I think my lady has really lovely breasts and the round of applause this produced suggested I'm not alone in my appreciation of her sexiness.

Now it was my turn. Onto the carpet, thumbs in the waistband, a quick push and my boy was in the limelight. I do like undressing in front of women. Doing so in front of three attractive ladies I hadn't even kissed felt great. It is much to be recommended.

Which brings us back to Isabella. Still in her little red dress. But ultimately doomed. Two fives proved not to be enough. Reaching behind she undid the zip, shrugged her shoulders and there was simply a red circle lying on the carpet. As we all took in just how lovely her naked body was and how perfectly smooth was her delicate little pussy. As she relaxed her hands moved down from her breasts , down her thighs as she displayed herself fully to us - until Megan walked forward and hugged her.

Which left Megan in all her underwear, James in his Boxers and Alison in her tiny panties. Ian was still in his trousers. Megan's bra was first, then two bad rounds for Ian brought his cock into public view. Then the moment that had probably been waited for most by the men in the room. Megan had lost her fifth hand. The girl was a pro. She stepped onto the carpet as if it were a stage and peeled her panties off. There was no bashfulness in Megan. Her bushy black haired cunt was out on display and she was going to show how proud she was of it. As she tossed her knickers to Ian she ran her hand over the top of the stocking on her right leg, up the lacy strap and slid her index finger slowly up the centre of her full fleshy lips. The spell was broken only when Isabella reached out to slap Ian's hand as he lifted Megan's discarded panties to his face. 

And then Kirsten lost. Twice. Which was a problem as on the second losing hand she was already naked. Much to James's delight. He had been waiting since the previous evening to find out what my Kirsten looked like. And he liked what he saw. Maybe not as much as he had enjoyed the sight of little Isabella but the tent in his boxers showed considerable enthusiasm for Kirsten's body. Was Kirsten to pay some kind of forfeit since she had nothing left to remove? Megan had started the game and it was Megan who declared the next step. 

The solution almost stopped the game there and then. Megan declared that the hands of the three men (excluding me) should be checked and the highest hand should take Kirsten and "get to know her a little better" in his room for just five minutes. And nothing would have been said if Mick had been the winner. Kirsten had been looking with much interest at his body for the last thirty minutes. But her protest was quick in coming when it became clear that James had won. Quickly expressed but quickly suppressed by Alison's sudden intervention "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised dear. Enjoy your five minutes". They walked hand in hand out of the lounge - my naked Kirsten and a broadly smiling James with a big bulge. 

In room 6 James and Kirsten stood face to face holding hands and both a little uncertain. " I know I'm not your favourite in the room but I should very much like to kiss you." Which is a very gentlemanly approach for a man standing in front of an attractive and fully naked woman who he lusts after. Having displayed her body to him and come to his room a kiss felt but a tiny step and she put her arms around his shoulders and leaned in and entered into the spirit of the occasion as an uninhibited woman should. And felt pressing against her stomach the full weight and size of the still concealed bulge. Which changed the biological reaction by several degrees. Lust flowed through her and the kiss deepened and intensified.

It felt strange watching Kirsten's bum walk off alongside James but the feel of Megans's hand on my thigh was an ample distraction. "I think she is going to enjoy herself; I know I would. Somehow I don't think his boxers are going to last the full five minutes". I just love the whole idea of suspenders and neither Megan nor Mick showed no concern when my hand slid up and around the straps stretched over her curvy and fully exposed bum. "Which just leaves you Alison my sweet. I think your James is losing his underwear right now and I think it's about time you did too." 

Which I thought was a lovely idea and I turned towards the fireplace. However lovely it was to stroke the thighs of curvy Megan it was going to be sweeter still to watch those tiny lacy knickers pushed down the long white thighs of Alison and answer the true blond question. All three ladies were desirable but to my eye it was Alison who was the cream of the crop and she was about to show herself to us; to show herself to me. 

Megan was right. Kirsten's lack of enthusiasm for James conversational skills was quite outweighed by her curiosity of just how big his cock was going to be, and of how it would taste. She wasn't timing their encounter, and as long as no one was knocking at the door she was damn sure that James was not going to cut the encounter short. His hand was already cupped under her box as she leaked onto his fingers. He let them slip away as she knelt in front of him and slipped his pants down his legs, letting his prime asset dangle invitingly in front of her face. 

I swear Alison was looking directly at me as she stepped onto the carpet. My eyes were torn between her face - which I thought was smiling just for me as she finally stripped - and her luscious inviting sexy pale blond pussy. I felt a hand on my back, Megan pushing me forward and I stepped in front of the goddess, knelt and worshipped at the shrine. I picked up the lacy scrap and leant forward to press my face against her opening and breathed in the nectar. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her. 

From behind me I heard a moan, two moans at different pitch and paused in my adoration of the golden cunt. Ian, the quiet man of the group was all over Megan. From the fragility and smoothness of little Isabella he had graduated to dark curvaceous lustful Megan and she was welcoming his fingers wherever they probed. And has his prick wrapped up in her hand as they explored each other.




Sunday Survivors



I saw Mick move down the corridor and after the lightest of taps enter to watch Kirsten licking and sucking the great snake hanging from James. "Time's up. Come and join the party". Picking Kirsten up he carried her back into the lounge. They took in the sight of me with my face buried again in Alison and of James pumping frantically into Megan and walked directly to Mick's room. Neither were in any doubt that she was about to be fucked as she had never been fucked before by me or by any of her lovers. 

Alison was to be mine for the night. Sweet little Isabella was to be stretched to the limit. James may have fancied Kirsten but the prize of Isabella was even more to his taste. I assume that Ian took Megan to bed at some point but by then I was already balls deep in an ecstatic Alison and the sound of Kirsten being ravished by big Mick must have woken half the hotel. Never I fear to be repeated but the memory of that Sunday night has filled many a barren night with nothing but my left hand for company.