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A Night Out

By: agent10439



Tonight was her night. Her husband had left earlier that day. A friend picked him up so she still had the car. Their sex life had been getting boring lately. It seemed like anymore doing something special consisted of her taking a turn on top for a change. She had been planning this for awhile. Tonight was her night to go out and pick up a man to take care of her needs for once. 

She had made the costume a while back. She put a lot of time and effort into it, but it had been worth it. It fit her luscious curves perfectly, far better than any off the shelf version of this costume would have. It had been along time since she had been to a costume party. Not since grade school. She wanted to do something memorable. Besides, she had always thought that the tight black pants would look way better on her than they did Halle Barry. She especially liked the way the pants clung to her curvy hips. She admired herself in the mirror one last time before she turned to head out the door. 

The party was pretty packed. A friend of hers had finished remodeling their home and wanted to do something to celebrate. They hired a DJ and had a pretty good dance floor set up in the cleaned out garage. They laid down some cheap flooring to make a clean dance floor. That stuff you buy in a roll at home depot. It made a nice clean surface but it was a bit slippery being so new. The DJ they hired brought lights, a fog machine, disco ball, and the loudest stereo she had ever seen. Her whole bodied thumped to the rhythm of the techno beat he was pumping out. She meandered past the assortment of pirates, pixies, and playboy bunnies. She was disappointed in the turn out. Hardly anyone had put any effort into their costume. Most were pretty low end bottom shelf costume shop fair. A few people had dusted off ren faire costumes, or pieced something together from their home closet. She always thought costuming was a great excuse to be someone different. That's probably why he caught he eye. 

He was dressed in a full Victorian suit, complete with a short cape and a rapier. When he turned slightly she saw the half mask covering the right side of his face. A rather detailed Phantom of the Opera costume indeed. He was standing alone in the corner at the edge of the dance floor. Out of the lights, the shadows played eerily on the white mask. How appropriate she thought to herself as she slinked towards him. She grabbed his hands and spun into his arms before he even realized she was there. She rubbed her back against his firm chest, purring quietly. "What a nice sword you have." She said to him, giggling to herself at the cheesiness of the line she just used. 

"It used to be, but I'm afraid it's a bit rusty from disuse." He replied.

She rubbed a bit more seductively as he took the bait. "I'll just have to help you polish it then," she replied as she reached behind her to rub his growing erection through his pants. 

She was relieved in when the DJ started to play some thumping dance music. She was beginning to run out of ideas for what to do next. She wanted to have some more fun. She began to grind against him in time to the music. He put his strong arms around her and ran them over her bare sides. She delighted in the feeling of his cock bulging against her tight ass through their clothing. It pleased her to hare his breathing change. He was getting pretty turned on. He was burning for her as the music changed to a slow song. 

He tossed his arm so that his short cape wrapped around her. In her heals it covered just past her waist. With her beltline hidden from view he reached around her and wiggled his hand into her tight pants. With his other hand he cupped her breast and pulled her close to him. They swayed to the music as he massaged her clit. She was on the verge of an orgasm when the song ended and he pulled his hand out. She whirled on him; she spread her legs around him and rubbed her crotch slowly on his thigh. She took his ear in her mouth, sucking it gently, and then running her tongue along its edge. "Why don't we go back to my place to finish this dance?" He squeezed her tight and kissed her passionately in response. 

It was a short walk to her car. They teased and played with each other until she had unlocked the door and pushed him down into the seat. As she drove them back to her house he leaned close to her, he kissed her neck and nibbled her ears. He fondled her breasts and rubbed her through her tight pants. It was hard to drive. It probably didn't help that she had been encouraging him by rubbing his package in return. 

She stepped through the door and grabbed a wide sash off the table. She tied it around his head, over his mask, so that it covered his eyes like a blindfold. Sure that he couldn't see she led him inside. She closed the door behind him, locking it securely. Then she turned her attention to her man. She began to kiss him while she loosed up the belt that held his sword and slipped it to the floor. She couldn't very well have it getting in the way. Next she worked on his coat and his shirt. Stopping a couple of times to take in a deep breath of his cologne, Aspen, one of her favorites. She gently kissed his hairy muscular chest and sucked his nipples as she removed his shirt and let it slide to the ground on the growing pile. She kissed his firm stomach, working her way lower, just when she was to his belt; she started to work her way back up. She grabbed the second strip of fabric that she had left for this, and used it to tie his hands behind his back. She didn't tie them directly together. But rather tied one end of the strip to one wrist, and the other end around the other. That left a bit of space between them. She wanted this to be fun, and she was afraid that if she had tied them directly together it would be uncomfortable to him when she got farther along in her plans. 

She worked her way back down his body, getting to her knees as she did so. She undid his belt, and then his pants, as she kissed his stomach just above his waist. She let her hot breath and desire tease him as she reached through his fly and took his hard cock in her hand. She held it and ran her warm tongue from the bottom of his shorn scrotum to the very tip of his cock moving as absolutely slowly as her own patience would allow. As she reached the tip she parted her lips and shifted her hand to the base of his throbbing member. She slid him slowly as deep into her mouth as she could. She swirled her tongue around him briefly, then ever so slowly, she sucked hard and inched his length back out of her mouth. She didn't want to give him too much just yet. Just enough to torture him terribly. She gently stroked him as she climbed back to her feet. She kissed him with her burning desire and slowly took a step back; pulling her strokes back just a little, teasing him to follow her. She led him back to the bedroom by the stroking of his cock. 

Once through the door she had turned him around, and pulled down his pants. She put her foot into the crotch of his pants before he could step out of them and shoved him hard to the bed so that he fell out of his clothes. She started at his ankle, and began kissing her way up his inner leg. She kissed his balls, and the base of his penis. Then she worked her way slowly farther north, rubbing her body against his as she did. Once she sat on his chest she leaned forward and lit the candles she had left on the nightstand, while she let him kiss her taught belly. 

She slid down him like a fire pole, till she could kiss him passionately on the lips while she stroked his cock for a little, teasing him. She then worked her kisses back down his body again. Stopping at both his nipples to tease them. Finally she reached his cock again, and wrapped her hand around it. She took it in her mouth as she racked her long fingernails down his chest. She thought about how bad she wanted it inside her while she sucked him. She moved her head and hand as one, stopping occasionally to stroke it vigorously with her hand, or to hold him with her hand and run her tongue up and down his length. She would mix it up further by making sure she paid some attention to his smooth balls, or to stop and suck at the very base of his cock. She tried to leave him a hicky there, but never succeeded. It seemed like she had hardly gotten started before she felt his body start to tense up, and his balls pull upward, signaling he was nearing climax. "You're going to have to wait for that," she told him as she left him to head into the bath room. 

She giggled at his protests and frustration as she eyed the lingerie she had laid out before she left. It had been difficult to keep it hidden from her husband, but it would be perfect for tonight. She had bought just about the most complicated piece she could find. It had gloves, and stockings, a garter belt. A smooth corset that came off easily with Velcro, perfect for a passionate moment. She started with the matching panties; she wanted those to be the last to come off. She slowly slid into her new clothing. Tossing the cat woman costume into the corner and out of the way. She'd worry about that later. She topped it all off with a special mask she had bought to match, just a small one that covered her eyes. Tonight was a night to be someone different. 

She nestled back next to her hostage, kissing around the edges of his mask until she reached his ear. She whispered into it, "If you want me, first you have to undress me." She giggled as he struggled to roll over. With his hands tied and only his mouth to use this would take awhile. She had wanted to do this for awhile. When they were first dating, she had made her husband learn to unhook her bra with only his mouth. The lingerie she wore now she had specially picked for this. Everything was either laced or tied. There were no complicated clasps that couldn't be undone with the teeth, just lots of ribbons. 

She put one gloved finger in against his lips to help get him started. He bit gently at the tip of it and she pulled her hand free. Then he kissed her arm all up and down, occasionally gently rubbing the uncovered side of his face against her skin. He kissed his way up to her shoulder and across her neck to her other shoulder. Then he worked his way down to her finger tips, and removed her second glove like he had her first. 

"Now the stockings," she commanded him. He worked his way back to his shoulder, and then explored his way down. Carefully studying her bodice with his mouth. He continued down to her hips where he similarly explored her garget belt and then her panties. By the time he got to the top of her stocking she was ready for this teasing to be done with. His mouth exploring her sensitive inner thigh sent shiver's through her. She let out a small hopeful gasp every time his head brushed her panties over her warm mound. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned and he struggled to undue the lacing that held the stocking up. By the time he started to tug them down, she was about ready to give up and have him dive into her. She took a deep breath and composed herself as he tugged the silky stocking off her foot. "Now the other one," she commanded as she braced herself, knowing the torture that was to come. It felt so good to her to have that gentle contact. It was so teasing, she found herself raising her hips to get closer. His head would brush against her cunt as he fumbled with her stocking. It wasn't much contact, just enough to make her crave more. By the time he had the second stocking off she was gripping the sheets to resist the temptation to play with her, to put herself over the edge. "It would just take a couple quick strokes," she thought to herself as he kissed his way up her leg. He stopped to investigate the growing warmth between her legs. She realized she was holding her breath and he hovered over her. She through about grabbing his head and pushing him down on her to get her release, but by then he had moved on. He tugged at the laces that held up garter belt, he untied the small bow, the carefully pulled the lacings out one by one. He moved up, and began to do the same with her corset. She reached up and began to massage his shoulders and rub his back. 

She scratched her fingers up his back to the shoulders and he freed her from the corset and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He nuzzled between her breasts as she searched for the other nipple to tease. She couldn't stand it anymore so she decided it was time to speed things along. She ran her fingers through his hair, and gripped his scalp. She gently guided him to her left breast. He took a mouthful of her nipple and she rocked her hips up to meet his chest, thinking of how good that would feel if it was just a little lower. Between her rocking, and pushing, he finally seemed to get the message and began to slowly work his way lower. He tugged at the strings and her right hip, then her left, to free her from her thong. She wrapped her legs around his body, and pulled him into her. 

She almost gasped at his first kiss. She was so sensitive; she'd been waiting for it for so long. His constant teasing was growing torturous; she spread her legs and squirmed to get some stimulation on her clit. It worked and he rewarded her desire by taking her into his mouth. He sucked her as he fiddled with the ties behind his back. 

Once he had freed himself, he used his hands to further her excitement. He took breaks to massage her vulva, or to rub her breasts, he ran his hands along her sides, and her legs, he grasped her tight butt, or played snaked his hands under her back. She felt like he was making love to her entire body as he slowly worked his way on top of her. 

She took his cock in her hand and guided it as he slowly sank it into her. She had a rippling orgasm as he balls pressed firmly against her; it continued and built as he began his slow deep thrusting. She gripped him and pulled his mouth to hers as she came. He kissed her from the depth of his desire as his thrusting built. "Harder," she moaned in his ear as she rocked against him. He thrust harder and faster. She could feel him tapping her cervix with each thrust. It felt good to be so full. Reached between them and massaged her clit as he thrust into her, building her way to orgasm. She gasped and clutched him while he filled her with his hot juice, her own orgasm rolling over her in waves that built with each pump of his penis. The held and kissed while his erection faded inside her. 

He rolled over and discarded his mask as she picked up a soft towel and used it to clean his flaccid member, before using the other corner to wipe up the trail that was working its way down her leg. She blew out the candles and slide back under the covers next to him as he moved behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her. "Good night honey he whispered in her ear," as he pulled the ring from his finger and placed it on the night stand with its mate. 

"I love you too." she whispered as she fell asleep in her husbands arms.

A Night Out Alone



I see you enter the night club even through the large crowd that has already gathered here. There is just something about you. Could it be because of your long curly red hair. Maybe it is your black shimmering dress that comes down to mid thigh. The silky material looking almost wet and slippery in the constantly changing light of the club. The lights being reflecting in a multitude of color as you glided across the crowded floor. Maybe it's the way your smooth tan shoulders are bare, or the way the shimmering dress molds itself over your enticing looking breast, then down and over the flatness of your tummy, molding around your tight bottom before flowing to loose folds around your firm thighs. It has a nice plunging neckline that ends only a few inches above your belly button. Maybe it's the fact that the back of the dress is almost none existent. It opens all the way down to the beginning swell of your bottom exposing your naked back to the world. It is very obvious, even from across the room, that you aren't wearing a bra as your nipples are standing hard, not that your firm 34B breasts need one or that could wear one with this dress. Maybe it's the way your tan long legs look so elegant even with out stockings. Your heels perhaps, black open toed heels with leather straps running around and up your calf tying off just below the back of your knees. 

The way you moved with a purpose yet holding back, waiting for something. And your eyes, so bright and exciting to gaze into. They seem to look over everyone it seems as if you're searching for someone? 

Something? 

Even before you order your first drink men are approaching you for a dance or to get your drink for you. As you make your own way to the long polished bar you turn down most, accepted others. Still none of the men seem to be what you need tonight. It is a busy night and the bar itself seems to overflow with patrons. Between a couple of drinks and a few dances you work your way down to the far end, around the corner near the waitress's station. It's darker here and more isolated then the rest. Ordering a vodka tonic with a twist of lime you survey the club. Maybe tonight you would find what you were looking for. I watch as you sit on the tall barstool, gazing out over the sunken floor of the club. The multitude of tables filled to capacity, the large dance floor with bodies grinding away to the throbbing beat of the live band.

Several more men have tried, and failed, to entice you to more then just a dance or drink. Each one seeming almost boyish in their attempts. There is one that doesn't seem to understand being turned down and actually is becoming a bit angry with you. You stand beside your barstool keeping it between yourself and him. As you try your best to be polite while he keeps rambling on and on. 

As you stand there facing him you feel warm fingers slide across the bare skin of your back. The feeling is almost electrifying. The touch, soft like a whisper of warm breath, yet there is a firmness to it. A knowing touch, an intimate caress without hesitation. Glancing back you can only make out a hand as it seems to float in the air. There is a small alcove at the end of the bar that you hadn't even noticed. It's completed shrouded in darkness from the way the lighting is arranged. Looking hard into the darkness you can just make out a shape, no details, no signs as to who I am. Turning back to the man talking at you allowing the fingers to continue, welcoming the touch. The caresses causing your own skin to warm and tingle. Your face to flush a little with excitement.

As you listen (almost) to this man drone on about how great you look and how wonderful he is you feel my hand on the back of your right thigh. A shudder runs up your spine as my other hand continues its gentle caress of your bare back. The hand slides lower almost to your knee and then slowly begins moving upwards. Finger tips brushing along the inside of your firm smooth thigh. You feel the back of your dress rising slowly as the hand moves higher. Before it reaches the juncture of your thighs it moves across to your left inner thighs. You skin feels so warm and smooth under my touch. You feel flush with the excitement of my intimate touch, especially in such a public place. 

You realize the man talking at you is muttering something about you being a tease and moves off in search of easier prey. You sigh with relief that his is gone so you can better savor the hands touching you from the darkness. The warmth growing between your thighs. You take a step back and stand with your legs slightly apart giving invite to the intimate caresses. 

You realize that this is what you were looking for all along. Not a man as much as the touch, the feeling. Of course the added excitement of it happening in a public place adds to the erotic sensations. My hand slides further up your inner thigh even higher this time. You can feel the edge of my fingers brushing lightly across the tiny strip of material covering your sex. You can feel the warmth of my fingers as you realize that you have already become very moist. Feeling your lips swelling with your own passion. Your clit begins to pulse with excitement. You shiver as my nails lightly scratch your inner thighs.

Turning my hand you feel my hand covering your entire panty covered pussy. My fingers sliding along the moist silky material. Feeling the heat and moisture growing as I message your lips, the tips of my fingers sliding over your tingling clit. Tracing the little string cradled between your firm cheeks. Moaning softly as my fingers press the silky material between your swollen lips. Pressing back against my hand in need of a firmer touch, rolling your hips slowly as you feel your clit sliding between two fingers. 

Savoring the sensations as I cup your firm bottom in my hand. Messaging each of your bare cheeks as my other hand joins in. Both of my hands under the back of your dress now, you feel the cool air in the club flowing across your wet skimpy g-string panties. Looking down to make sure the front of your dress still covers you, you see that your nipples have grown extremely hard and erect. They are practically aching for attention. You know the back of your dress is raised high enough for my eyes to see your tight little ass cheeks. The little red silky strip rising up from between your cheeks looking so sexy to my eyes.

Taking another step back you encourage me to go further and of course I do. One hand continues its stroking of your ass while the other slowly begins to slide around your left hip under your dress. You find that you are holding your breath as my fingers, my hand inches closer to your erotic center. Just as my fingers reach the edge of your little g-string a waitress shows up and is talking to you. It actually takes you a moment before you realize she is wanting to know if the drink on the bar is yours. As you acknowledge that it is she stares at you for a moment longer. With an almost knowing little smile she hands you your drink before placing her order. 

My fingers slide over the front panel of your little panties and down to cup your smolder pussy in my hand. A shudder runs through you as the waitress waits for her order and continues to glance over at you. Her eyes seem to take in every detail of your body as you feel yourself becoming even wetter. She seems to stare right at where my hand is and you wonder if she can see my hand moving under your dress. With a wink and blowing you a little kiss the waitress collects her order and moves back into the throng of patrons. You watch her very longs legs and tight little ass moving away and even see several hands copping a feel as her hands are full.

As you take a long sip of your drink you take another step back moving further into the darken alcove. You feel me standing now right behind you. The warmth of my body against your smooth bare back, the light spicy scent of my aftershave has you feeling warmer by the moment. The feel of my breath on your cheek and neck as fingers slide down over your moist panties. The palm of my hand pressing firmly against your hardening clit. Pressing your body back against mine as my fingers caress you so intimately in this public place. The other hand slips around your waist and up inside the front of your dress caressing your firm belly with slow circles that reach to the bottom of your breast and down past your belly button.

I guide us both back a little further so we are enclosed in the dark shadow but so we can still observe the rest of the club and its patrons. You feel my breath across your ear and cheek as I whisper, "I know what you want. I'll give you what you need." My deep voice seems to rumble from my chest as you press back tighter against me. You can feel that I'm already hard as you grind your exposed ass back against me.

My fingers slipping under the little patch of material covering your sex. Glad that you took the time to make it nice and smooth before coming out tonight. As my finger slips further you gasp as it brushs against the exposed tip of your erect clit. The sensitive bud slipping free of its hood and the light touch of my finger feeling so good. Sliding my fingers lower I feel how moist you are already, your swollen lips parting for my exploring finger. My other hand has slid up to cup your firm breast, messaging your flesh as I moisten my fingers in your juices. 

Your nipples are hard and painfully erect as your excitement grows hotter. You feel my hand covering your entire breast, your hard nipple pressing into the palm as I hold you firmly to my chest. Reaching back between us you run your fingers along the hard outline of my cock. Squeezing me tightly in your hand as two fingers delve inside you. Slowly my fingers slip in and out of your tight little pussy. You are so hot and wet as your juices coat my fingers. Your hand pressing mine tighter against your pussy as you roll your hips on my fingers. 

With glazed eyes you watch the crowd before us, see the couples dancing, watching the waitresses getting their drinks. Some of the waitresses occasionally looking our way but none showing that they actually see us. Or if they can see us, realize that you are being fingered right before them. I slide my fingers free of your wonderful wet pussy. Hearing your moan at the loss. I slide my hands to the sides of your panties and slip them over your hips, guiding them downward until they fall to your feet. "Give them to me." You hear me whisper in your ear. Slipping one foot free you use the other to raise them until you can get a hold of them. Before you hand them back you use them to wipe your juices from your inner thighs and wet pussy. Them you flip them back letting them hit me in the face. Your sweet intoxicating aroma filling my nose as I take them and put them away in a pocket.

As my hand returns to your sweet tight pussy you reach for and slide my pants zipper down. Your slender hand slips inside my trousers and grasp my hardness. Pulling me free you stroke my hard length, feel the juices leaking from the tip. Coating your fingers in my pre-cum you wet the entire shaft as you savor the full heavy stiffen of my cock. As you imagine what I will feel like deep inside your pussy you place my hot hard shaft against your ass crack as you press back harder.

My slippery fingers return to your hot little pussy and stroke your sensitive clit. Feeling my fingers dancing circles around your expose little nub of flesh. My other hand slides up your body, between your breast, covering your neck lifting your chin as you lay your head back on my shoulder. My fingers glide over your cheeks as I rub you harder, caressing your lips as my fingers slide back inside you, nipping at your ear as my thumb strokes your clit, kissing your throat as I pump my fingers in your wetness. You feel yourself rising quickly to an orgasm as you breathing quickens. Just a little bit more, another minute you think to yourself.

As you rub your firm ass up and down against my hardness the waitress from earlier returns. She is looking right at you smiling. You hope that she can't see you but she stares as if looking right into your eyes. As my fingers work your pussy harder and faster, my thumb stroking your hard clit you can't stop yourself. Your entire body shudders, trying to keep from crying out in pleasure you grasp my hand and hold it to your mouth. Still staring at the waitress with the knowing smile you cum for me. Your sweet cum soaking my fingers as they fuck upwards inside you. Feeling your pussy grasping at my fingers as they curl and twist inside you, spasms running through you each time my thumb strokes your hard clit. Your entire body trembling in pleasure as you cum hard and long staring into her eyes. You know she had to have heard you but she doesn't say anything, just stands there looking into your soul. 

Slowly your climax passes and you relax back into my arms. You watch as the waitress turns to collect her drinks. Looking down her body you can see that her nipples are hard and erect through her thin blouse and did she just rub herself through her black slacks. Smiling to yourself as you pull my hand away from your very wet pussy you bring my equally wet fingers to your own lips. You taste your climax on my finger before slipping one digit into you mouth. You moan around my finger as your tongue swirls all around. Sliding my finger in and out of your sweet little mouth while you clean your juices from it as you continue to rub your tight ass along the length of my hot cock. Finally letting my finger free you guide it back over your shoulder so I may savor your spicy flavor for myself. 

You taste so good my sweet little Lady, I could devour you for hours.

You release my hand as I begin to nip and kiss your shoulders. My hands slide up your arms slowly, caressing your arms until they rest gently but firmly on your shoulders. As my hands begin to slide back down your arms you feel the straps of your dress slipping down with them. You hands quickly move up to hold the material across your breasts but as my hands move lower you allow them to be pulled away. Breathing hard as you feel your dress sliding down your body, slowly exposing more and more of yourself right here in a crowded club. Shivering in excitement as the dress slips free to pool around your heeled feet.

There you are in a crowd night club, naked except for your sexy heels. Standing in a darkened corner after just cumming from being finger-fucked by a stranger. Holding onto my hot hard cock while my hands continue to caress your body. You have never felt so sexy, so erotic, so alive as you do right now. 

Stepping out of your dress and kicking it off to the side you turn on me. Your eyes sparkling with the fire of your passion, your lust. Grabbing my button up shirt in your hands you quickly remove it. Turning and pushing my back up against the wall standing sideways to the crowd of people. Still unable to see me clearly, grasping my face in both hands you kiss me hard and deep. Feeling my mustache and goatee against your face as our tongues battle back and forth. Feeling your hard nipples pressing into my chest as you mold yourself against me. You can feel the heat of my hardness against your lower tummy, the swollen head rubbing against the belly button ring you are wearing. 

Without breaking our passionate kiss you reach down and undo my belt and the button of my slacks. In one quick motion you squat down, your knees spread wide and pull my trousers and boxers down to my feet. My hot hard cock bobbing in front of your face as you help me remove my pants and boxers completely. Both of us naked now in this club. You press one of your hands against my chest keeping me against the wall. The other wraps around my hot shaft, slowly stroking me as you look up my body, trying to see my face yet glad you can't.

You feel my cock throb in your hand as your moist tongue flicks out and taste the juices leaking from the tip. Smiling to yourself as your tongue slides all around the swollen head. Feeling how hot and hard I am in your hand, inhaling my slightly musky scent. Reaching down with your free hand you play with your hot wet cunt. Taking the silky head between your lips you moan in pleasure as your own fingers dance across your hard clit. Feeling my fingers in your hair as you suck on the smooth head. Slowly taking more and more of me into your warm mouth. Feeling the hardness under the soft skin, savoring the taste, the smell of me, you can feel the blood pumping and throbbing in my hard shaft with your fingers, with your tongue.

Hearing my own moans of pleasure from the feeling your wonderful tongue and lips are causing. Feeling the power you have over me as you suckle the swollen head. Coating my hardness in your saliva as you taste more pre-cum leaking onto your tongue. Sucking and licking as you caress my heavy cum filled balls. Sliding two of your own fingers deep inside your hot wet pussy. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the people moving about in the club. The erotic thrill of sucking my hard cock right here, right now, has you so hot and wet. Your juices as flowing freely from your wet tight cunt. 

Pumping your mouth on my hard hot cock as you finger yourself to climax. Feeling your tight pussy pulsating with pleasure as you cum on your own fingers while sucking me deep into your warm wet mouth. My fingers tighten in your hair as I begin to use your mouth for my pleasure. My hips thrusting my swollen cock into your mouth. Fucking you mouth as your tongue licks me so good. Feeling like such a little slut sucking my cock here in the club. Sucking and licking as you feel my cock harden even more, feel the smooth head swell. Then the taste of my cum squirting across your tongue. Filling your sweet mouth as you suck and lick and swallow all of my hot cum. Your lips tight around the hard shaft, feeling the cum rushing out hot and thick. Both of us moaning in pleasure as you taste my cum, coating your tongue and lips. Even after drinking down the last of my cum you continue to suckle and lick my cock clean. Letting me slip free of your wonderful mouth you look up towards my face. I can just see your tongue sliding around your sweet lips for any that might have escaped.

Reaching down and I lift your up until we are kissing once again. I can taste myself in your mouth, on your tongue and on your lips. It is my turn for a little tongue worshipping and as we continue kissing passionately I turn you until you are up against the wall. Feeling your hands on my back, your nails biting into my skin as I nip and kiss your neck. My own hands caressing, squeezing, messaging you entire body as my lips and tongue devour you. Moving slowly lower my hands cup your breast, squeeze as my mouth begins to kiss and suckle each one. They fit in my hands perfectly, so firm and warm. They are the perfect size, the perfect shape, and your nipples where made for loving. My tongue sliding around your areola, Your hard little nipple between my lips as my tongue flicks rapidly over the tip. Hearing the sharp intake of your breath as you feel my teeth gently biting into your sensitive hard nipple. First one then the other. My mouth moving back and forth as you look out at the crowd. Your hands caressing my shaved head, feeling my mustache and goatee against your hot skin. Pulling my face tighter to your breast.

Your can feel your own moisture wetting your slender thighs as I nip at your tender nipples, licking all around your puckered areolas, kiss your sweet flesh. After several wonderful minutes of my mouth on your firm breast I feel your hands on my shoulders urging me lower. Moving almost with painful slowness I kiss and lick and nip at your firm belly. Sucking and nipping at your smooth skin. Memorizing every contour with my mouth, my lips, my tongue. I find your belly button and swirl my tongue all around and into the sensitive little area. My tongue flicking your belly ring, my tongue probing inside. 




A Night Out & Spooning



This is part of a short story called "Goodnight, Eizabeth". Uillceal [alias Gwyn] and Elizabeth are sword dancers in an unnamed city by the Gev desert. They go out for the night, but the real action happens when they get back and Elizabeth introduces Gwyn to 'spooning'.

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"I know! Lets go out tonight," Elizabeth said. "Some good food, some wine, maybe meet some men. Come my dark, sad little friend, lets go out. Leave your secrets behind, they'll be here waiting in the morning when we come back." 

So we went out that night. It was the first time I had gone out at night to have fun in a long time. For years the night had been my time for whoring, thieving, killing, sorcery, or to just hide in the shadows. The hours of the night were my working time. It was difficult to think of it as a time for eating, talking, and drinking. I'd never been much of a drinker anyway. I could usually nurse an ale for a couple of hours while hiding out in a dark tavern. Barmaids often forget I'm there which is just the way I like it.

Now all my old comforts were being thrown to the winds. Elizabeth wouldn't let me take my weapons or even let me wear my black robe.

"Give it the night off," she said; sniffing it disapprovingly. "Maybe you could call some of those fey like in that story you told me to wash it for you."

"You shouldn't speak lightly of the fey, Elizabeth." I reproved her, though I couldn't believe any of the silver race ever taking affront to golden 'Liz. Elizabeth started digging through my bags looking for something for me to wear. I never unpack.

"Well not much to choose from, but . . . Hey! What's this?" She was holding up a red silk dress. "I didn't think you knew any other colors but black, grey, brown and green."

"Oh it was given to me by a women I midwifed for some months ago," I remembered. "She had little money and said she no longer needed the dress and I could have it. I was thinking of selling it or shortening it in case I had to whore again."

"Well put it on," Elizabeth said holding it out to me. I got up and started taking off my tunic and skirt when I felt Elizabeth's eyes on me. For the first time in ages I felt self-conscious getting undressed. Me and Elizabeth had been sharing the room for a few weeks now and had gotten dressed and undressed in front of each other and even shared baths and the bed, but suddenly this was different. She was watching me disrobe; appraising how I looked.

I stripped down to my camisole and short-pants and reached for the dress.

"No," she said. "Those won't do with this dress. Take them off." How come I could never argue with her? I pulled the camisole up over my head baring my breasts to Elizabeth's eyes. My nipples became hard under her gaze.

"Lucky," she said. "Those don't need any support at all."

"That's because they're only half as big as yours," I pointed out to her.

I turned from her and pulled down my short-pants and let them fall to the floor. I was completely naked. I half-turned to her and grabbed the red dress from her hands.

"You have a nice slender form Gwyn. All muscle. We should get you something more revealing to wear for our shows."

"No thank you," I said. "I don't want to reveal anymore of myself then I already have." 

I put the dress on and Elizabeth did up the buttons in the back. I was both scandalized and titillated by my reflection in our mirror. The red silk clung to every curve of my body and Elizabeth's appreciative stare over my shoulder made me feel nearly naked. I found myself uncharacteristically twirling around letting the skirt flare up and show my legs. It felt sexier then whoring.

"I know why that young mother no longer needed the dress." said Elizabeth. "It had already served its purpose."

Indeed I hadn't felt that sexy since the King's Beltane ball over four years ago. That was when Sileres had been given the Barrow-sword and been declared the Wren King. It seemed two lifetimes ago. I suddenly felt tired. I wanted to cry again, but my self-restraint wouldn't let me.

"All this dressing-up is so tiring," I complained.

"Oh don't you back out on me now. I'm going out and you'd better go with me. Throw on some makeup while I get dressed."

I rummaged through Elizabeth's rouges and face paints for something subtle for my cheeks and eyes. Going out without any makeup would have been conspicuous. The general rule here was lots of red for the face and eyes. I decided on black instead. It made me feel comfortable.

In the mirror I could see the reflection of Elizabeth stripped naked looking through the closets and dressers for something to wear, throwing clothes hither and yon. When she bent over her shapely hind-end would fill the mirror and her golden-haired gigh was visible between her muscular thighs. 

She found a dress she liked and held it high over her head. The stretching movement accentuated the shape and slope of her large breasts. If she had been an thumb less in height the effect would have been corpulent. Instead it was voluptuous. I stopped halfway through putting on my make-up to watch the burlesque in the mirror.

"What are you looking at?" Elizabeth held the dress against her body in false modesty; barely hiding anything. "If I known you were a spooner I'd have found another partner."

"Spooner? I'm surprised this backwoods, uptight, paternalistic society has a name for it." I turned in the chair and gave her a good looking over from head to toe and back. "I seem to remember you getting a good eyeful just before."

"Are we going out or not?" Elizabeth turned away and slipped the dress over her head.

Heading out through the Goat's Head we got our share of looks and whistles and an angry stare from the inn-keeper. "I don't be having any whores in my place." she yelled after us. "No whores!"

"Don't you worry." said Elizabeth throwing her a kiss. "We're not whores, just sluts." The men clapped and cheered and the women hissed as we passed out the door into the darkening streets.

"Where to first." I asked Elizabeth. "I'm new at this."

"Let's get a quiet drink and a little something to eat first," she suggested.

It was a clear night with Caldon's thin waxing crescent just rising over the sea and the Broken Sky hanging in the north. We went to a cafe and sat outdoors sharing a carafe of sweet wine and a spicy fish dish with onions and bean curd. I sat looking west to watch the lightning and dust daemons dance over the Gev beyond the cliffs. I didn't want to look to the north at that kaleidoscopic interstellar scar, the Broken Sky, and I'm not partial to Caldon either. I always feel He's looking at me like a stern Father with that purple eye of His.

Two men, merchants from out of town, offered to pay our tab, but I rebuffed them. Elizabeth didn't understand, but I explained to her that back in Tuirn if a man paid your tab you were obliged to go under the table and suck him off. When you came back up he'd be gone and there'd be money on the table.

"I was the best cocksucker in all of Tuirn," I stated proudly. "The Tuirn men you see don't fuck women; they fuck boys dressed like women. And when your under the tablecloth they can pretend they don't know what's happening. That way they're not cheating on their wives. 'True as a Tuirn' we say in the Ys lands."

Afterwards I bought a cheroot from the maitre' d. Elizabeth was scandalized at a woman smoking, but I enjoyed every puff. Some passers-by did stare at us, but we're sword-dancers I told Elizabeth. We're supposed to be outside social conventions.

"We're already ostracized so why bother trying to be 'nice girls'?" I said. "Amongst the Keltii of the Ys lands it is the women who rule. I should take you there someday." I made smoke animals when people weren't looking to make Elizabeth laugh.

I'd have been content to end the night like that, but Elizabeth said it was time to party. So we left the café and went to a private house the maitre' d had told Elizabeth about. He said we would be most welcome there. The way he had said it made me a little worried. We were two young unescorted women going to an unknown place, but I hadn't left all my night-time equipment behind. 

I didn't have my cloak, but I had three throwing blades in a garter around my left thigh and a poison tipped comb in my hair. My little purse also hid components for Wind Curtain and Spider Climb if I needed them. I didn't like to needlessly go into potentially dangerous situations, but I felt prepared to handle most ordinary circumstances.

The house was on a dark street, more like an alley, with three bouncers hanging by the door. It was a situation I'd have ordinarily avoided unless I had business and then there is always a back way in for my usual mode of entry. Elizabeth just walked up and said the maitre d' of the café had set us and we wanted to dance and have fun.

"Oh honey we can have a lot of fun. You don't need to go in to have fun with us," said one. Then he noticed me. "What's with your friend? She don't look like fun to me? Tell her to go home."

"Oh no," Elizabeth said. "Me and Gwyn are together all the time. All the time." That sounded rather suggestive to them and me.

"Sounds good to me," said another one of the boys. "I like the way she looks. Red's my favorite color. Hey, darling," he called, starting down the porch toward me; looking me up and down. "Let's have some fun!"

I pulled up my skirt and showed him a lot of leg. It was going to be the last thing he would ever see aside from the blur of the throwing blade hitting him in the throat.

Then the door flew open and the two biggest men in the city came stumbling out, bumping into the door-muscle, and nearly knocking them and themselves over. 

"Sorry. Sorry," said the bigger of the two. "Sorry."

"Sorry? Fuck the little shits. Sorry?" said his thinner partner. "Oh. Good evening ladies," he said turning to Elizabeth and me with a flourishing bow. "Please pardon my disgustingly vulgar language. I was about to vomit but I puked instead."

"Hi, Gwyn." said the other "Hi, Elizabeth." Apparently he held no grudges. It was Desz and Goth, the city-watchmen. I quickly let the skirt of my dress fall back down.

"What are two nice girls like you doing here?" asked Desz.

"One might as well ask what two on-duty watchmen are doing here if the evidence wasn't so overwhelming," I said, waving my hand across my face.

"Investigating!" said Goth proudly and loudly and full of wine. He apparently wasn't very practiced with vintages.

"Eh. Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," said Desz staring pointedly at his partner.

"But you said we were - ugh."

"Never mind, Goth," said Desz with his elbow. "You ladies frequent this establishment?"

"No. First time," said Elizabeth.

"We heard of it from a maitre d' on Spice street," I said.

"Eh, yes." Desz turned to the men by the door. "You're to treat these young woman with respect or I'll hear of it."

"We're quivering in our boots, blow hard."

"And I'll tell Goth," he continued.

"Yeah! And we'll . . Eh . . . Hmm?"

"Let them in!" bellowed Goth so that even Desz was almost blown over. It was like the twisting winds of Sosis banging upon a loose door. "Sorry," said the big guy.

"You girls have a good time," said Desz.

"Yeah, thanks for the introduction," I said.

We did have a good time. There was music, food and drink, and some girls from the Old Kingdoms dancing to their strange music. Me and Elizabeth tried to keep up with them, but their hips and bellies just moved in ways ours weren't used to. We showed off some of our sword-dancing which was difficult in dresses. I'm sure I flashed my gigh at more then one overly stimulated male. Elizabeth had snuck a pair of short-pants up under her dress I noticed. 

After that we reclined on some plush cushions and had some date-wine and I lit another cheroot. This time Elizabeth tried it but she coughed on the smoke. 

Next to us were some men from Azanaghea with a narghile. They offered a stem to Elizabeth. The water cooled the smoke they said, so it would be easier for her. She tried it. After a couple of puffs she started to giggle and couldn't stop.

"What are you smoking?" I asked the men. I had a nervous feeling that I should have asked that first.

He said something incomprehensible that translated as 'vegetable oil' in Keltii which made no sense to me. I shrugged my shoulders and asked one of the Old Kingdom princes, they're all princes, sitting on a cushion next to me to explain.

"Opium," he said. "It is the oil pressed from a flower that grows in the wild southern mountains west of the Gev. It makes you sleepy and peaceful. Days can pass without notice. It is sublime."

Apprehension hit my spine like a chariot charge. Oh fuck, I thought. I took the pipe from Elizabeth and tried to get her up, but she was dead weight. I decided I'd have to let her sleep it off. I tried to stay awake, but my old instincts had been blunted by date-wine and too many weeks of inactivity so we both dozed for awhile on the big floor pillows. 

When I awoke there were three men with their hands up our skirts stroking our legs and bellies. Another man was playing with my hair and mumbling something in my ear. I liked that; the slow caressing felt nice. I'd partied with men from the Old Kingdoms before when I was whoring in Tuirn, they were always very solicitous, but I had to look out for Elizabeth. I had no idea how she'd react if she woke up with some prince going to town between her knees. Luckily the opium seemed to have a lethargic effect on the men and for all their attentions it seemed they had no interest or ability to go any further. After awhile I shooed them away and shook Elizabeth awake. We moved to another room and had some tea and then headed back to the Goat's Head.

Spooning

We made our way across town and up the stairs to our room like drunken goats with broken legs. We bumped along the walls of the stairway and nearly fell over the railing twice. I was dizzy with the aftereffects of date-wine and cigars. Elizabeth had had several shots of ouzo and a few hits of opium. Even after our nap and some tea we were still a bit pissed.

Finally we made it to the landing outside of our room. Getting the door open and closed without falling over was a task worthy of Lugh Long Hand Himself, I reflected. We got into the room and I was both holding up and hanging on to Elizabeth so I could take off my shoes when she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

"Elizabeth, its me," I reminded her.

"I know who I'm kissing. I'm kissing Gwyn," she giggled. "Or at least that's the name she uses. Don't the girls where you're from like to kiss?"

"Yes, but we kiss men."

"Oh, we can't do that," she said wagging her finger in my face. "'Can't kiss the boys' my mother said, but we do like to kiss very much. Kiss me, Gwyn." I leaned forward and she started to giggle again.

"What's funny?"

"I'm sorry. I'll tell you sometime, but not now." Her voice lowered, becoming slightly husky. "Kiss me," she said.

I leaned forward and placed my lips gently on hers. She pushed back hard and parted her lips just a little. The kiss went on and on and neither of us pulled back. Then Elizabeth's tongue flicked inside of my mouth and touched mine. I jumped back to catch my breath.

"Don't you like kissing me, Gwyn?" she asked. Elizabeth's large breasts were heaving up and down in her tight white dress.

Oh, yes, I thought. More then I ever knew I could. "Yes", was all I could say.

"Then kiss me some more." she said. Now her fingers were busy behind her back as she undid her dress. I held her by the shoulders and we kissed again as her dress fell from between us. Her round bare breasts were now pressed against my red dress. The raw silk scratched her nipples; teasing them erect. Then Elizabeth reached behind me to undo the buttons of my dress. She had to pull and tug it rather hard to get it off my hips it was so tight. 

I was surprised at how excited I was becoming. I had only known sex with men before. This was completely new. I could feel my gigh moistening. Apparently the girls of Elizabeth's islands did more with their time then mending nets, singing folk songs, and spinning camel yarn. 

Elizabeth's hands were everywhere. She cupped my breasts, played with my nipples, and ran her hands down my back to caress my bottom; pulling my thighs against her own.

"Ouch! Gwyn, you're wearing knifes under your dress?!"

"Sorry," I said out of breath. I undid the garter around my left thigh and tossed my throwing blades to the foot of the bed. Then I grabbed Elizabeth and started kissing her more. Our tongues were dancing like swords between us. My hands found her breasts. I'd wanted to touch them since I met her I realized. I was surprised at how firm they were to the touch for being so big. I played with the nipples with my thumbs.

"You never done this before?" asked Elizabeth breaking the kiss to pant for breath. "You learn quick!"

I cupped her breasts in my hands and bent my head to lick her nipple; sucking it into my mouth.

"Oh! Oh!" cried Elizabeth. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair. I suddenly pulled back.

"I'm sorry" she said breathlessly "Did I pull too hard?"

"No! No, I just remembered something." I pulled the comb from my hair and checked the tips. The poison didn't seem to have been touched. 

"Let me see your hands, Elizabeth." I ordered. My cold instincts emerged through the heat of my sexual desires. My heart was now beating hard in panic at what I may have let happen to this girl that I loved.

She held her hands out for me. A puzzled look on her face was accompanied by frustration that our 'kissing' was interrupted. There was no sign of poison on her hands. My heart slowed a bit as I sighed in relief.

"One moment," I said giving her a quick kiss as I headed to the frontbreak. I poured some water from the ewer over my brush into the basin and passed it through my hair. I looked over my shoulder and saw Elizabeth staring at the hair comb. She was holding her blonde hair to one side. Her heavy breasts were hanging down in front of her, the nipples still erect. She was wisely not touching the comb tines.

"Poison!? Gwyn! You have poison on your hair comb!?"

"Yes. I told you I have many secrets Elizabeth. I live in a different world then you." I was worried she wouldn't want to kiss me anymore. How had I developed this need for her? This sexual wanting? I'd never kissed a girl before, but I wanted to kiss Elizabeth very much. 

It was more then sexual. It was a closeness with another person I hadn't allowed myself in over three years. Elizabeth was a person who could never hurt me; never lie to me. She had no guile at all. I was suddenly amazed that she had managed to run away from home. Surely she had had to lie to someone to pull that off.

"I'm sorry. It-, I might have killed you." Tears were in the corners of my eyes.

She came to me and I put out my arms for her; she hesitated for a second and looked at me. 

"Anymore surprises? Got more knifes hidden in places I need to know about? Got pins up your butt? Poison rouge on your nipples?"

"No. I'm so sorry, Elizabeth." I was so close to crying. All my defenses were gone. All I wanted was her. Would she ever come into my arms again?

She rushed forward and we embraced. "No. I'm sorry. These things you do you do to protect me from things I don't understand. Dangers you see that I don't."

We kissed again. Soft then harder and harder. We fell on the bed. Elizabeth started kissing down my neck to my breasts to my belly. Then she stopped and looked up into my eyes. 

"Its just I don't want to cut my tongue on anything," she said with a leer. And then she descended down to my gigh and kissed and licked its lips. Sileres had done that once so long ago, but it felt different this time. Elizabeth's whole being was focused on giving me pleasure through her tongue to bring me to fulfillment.




A Night Out & Spooning



Her fingers were everywhere both inside me and out. They scratched at the roof of my vagina and played with my clit. She grabbed my ass like she was splitting a peach and inserted just a tip of her finger into my rear-hole. Sileres had never done that! I screamed and screamed; a high pitched cry of pleasure I'm sure woke everyone in the Goat's Head.

The next morning we got sly looks from all the men at the inn and frowns from most of the women. The landlady lectured us both on loose behavior and whoring, again. She'd of thrown us out but no one had actually seen any men coming in or out of our room. It didn't occur to any of them that Elizabeth and I had been making-love to each other and there hadn't been any men involved. Apparently 'spooning' was not as prevalent on the mainland as in the islands.

One night, as we were getting dressed to go perform we made love instead. The sight of our naked bodies had stirred us so much we dove into each others arms and onto the bed. We spent hours kissing and caressing each other until we were spent and slept into the early morning.

"We missed our show." said Elizabeth.

"We're entitled to miss one, I think." I said.

"I'd have thought you'd be the more professional."

"I'm not a sword-dancer." I said. "I'm the sword-dancer's partner and last night I was her sex-partner."

"That was naughty of us." she laughed.

"Yes, and not very wise. We missed the show and we missed our money."

"We can perform tonight."

"Won't be as good. People were used to our schedule and tonight Gerquahn does his show at the hall. Everyone will be there . . . ."

"Hey!" we both said.

"Why don't we go there. We can perform out front before Gerquahn starts," Elizabeth said.

"And take money that they were going to give to him. Somehow I don't think the hall-master's going to let that happen."

"Well, how can he stop us?"

"Some of those ushers are big boys."

"We're the ones with the swords, Gwyn."

"They're for dancing not fighting. Do you want to start a feud with the playhouse, Elizabeth?"

"Well, we could ask." she shrugged.

"They'll want a cut. Is there a customary percentage amongst sword-dancers?"

"Never heard of the idea before. But he shouldn't get more then a third."

"We'll offer twenty percent and go to thirty if we have to. Otherwise we get another night off." I smiled.

"We better get dressed before you ask me to lick your, what do you eastern girls call it, your gig, again. You've become such a slut for my tongue."

"It's 'gigh'" I pronounce carefully. "and yours loves my tongue as much as mine loves yours."

"I think my 'gigh' likes your fingers better." she said. "They're so nimble and long. Like skinny penises."

"Your gigh has never had a penis, skinny or otherwise, but bring it over here and I'll love it some more," I teased, wiggling my fingers, then both of our stomachs rumbled in hunger.



A Night Out, But We End Up In The K



The next morning after our encounter with my Mum, I rang her from the office. "Oh hallo Diana dear." She said when she heard my voice.

"Hi Mum." I said, "I'm ringing from the office." I let that information sink in so that she would know that I'd have to be careful what I said to her. "I'm ringing to see how you are this morning."

"I'm fine dear." She said, "In fact I'm more than fine I'm ecstatic! I still can't believe what you two did to me yesterday! You are a pair of naughty buggers!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed coming." I said guardedly.

"How are you spelling that?" she said with a chuckle.

I smiled to myself and said "I think you know how it is spelt Mum.."

"I did not suspect anything you know." She told me. "You did very well to keep it quiet."

"I didn't know what was going to happen!" I insisted. "Although Bob did mention that he thought you might like some cordial."

"Indeed I would!" She replied, "Particularly poured into my cleavage then rubbed into my tits!"

"What about afterwards, would you prefer the same for afters that you had yesterday?" I asked cautiously.

"You mean the sex? Naturally I would like to do, or have it done to me again but I don't want to impose on your good nature."

"I don't mind, I really don't." I told her honestly. "But there is one thing you could do for me." 

"Name it."

"We bought a long evening dress from a charity shop, I wondered if you could alter it for me." I explained.

"Bring it round, I'll be glad to see you and have a proper conversation."

"Can I come round tonight?" I asked her.

"Of course! About seven."

So it was that I drove round to Mum's that night. On the way, I dropped a note in at Alison's flat, inviting her out to dinner in a posh restaurant on Saturday night. (It was Bob's idea) I left our home telephone number for her to ring me back.

When I got to Mum's, I showed her the dress straight away before we got talking about the weekend just gone. "You know Diana, this is very good quality dress." She told me. "It is pure silk. Of course the style is a bit too old for you, but if you give me carte blanche to do as I see fit with it. I think you'd be very pleased with the results." 

"Go ahead, it only cost a tenner, so even it is scrapped it really doesn't matter." I said.

"So I can do what I want with it? Then I need to take a couple more measurements."

There was a bit of a pause the almost in unison, we both said "About the weekend........." We laughed and I said "you first."

"Very well." She agreed. " I think you know how much I enjoyed what happened, and I would be averse to having something similar occur again in the future. But for now just let me revel in the sweet, sweet memories that it engenders in my mind."

"I'm sure that Bob would be happy to oblige." I told her.

"No! I don't want your husband coming round here alone and we fuck!" She said emphatically. "If we do something similar again, I want it to involve all three of us. Perhaps you can convince me of the merit of tipping food over each other!"

"Mum, I love you." I told her with tears in my eyes. "So many parents would not have understood."

"It was a surprise of course, that's why I disappeared so quickly. Young people have always experimented with sex for fun, your father and I were no exception." She said quietly.

"What did you do?" I asked, "You mentioned that he liked to rip your panties, but nothing else."

"No Diana, I won't tell you that, I shouldn't have mentioned the panties thing, it was a slip of the tongue. I want to keep some memories of Geoffrey, I suppose as a enduring secret, that only I know." She told me gently, and I understood. "Besides," She added, "Who wants to hear about the sexual adventures of a mother in her late forties?"

"I would be glad to listen to your stories Mum." I replied.

"Well then maybe someday, but not yet."

We had a general discussion about the dress alteration, with nothing specific being decided. "How daring can I make it?" she asked.

"If you would have worn it to dinner, -that will be fine with me." I said. With that, I took my leave.

When I got home, Bob greeted me with a big hug and a kiss, this was not that unusual, but there was something about his demeanour that caused me to ask, "What has happened?"

"Alison has been on the phone, she tells me that you have instructed her to wear something diaphanous for our next date, the invitation to which she has accepted with alacrity!"

I laughed. "I said something flimsy, but I suppose the two could be the same."

"I trust you are going to heed your own advice." He said.

"I certainly hope to, but it all depends on my condition and my Mum." I told him.

"The curse, I understand." Said he, "But I didn't get the connection with your Mum."

"She is altering that dress we bought at the charity shop. She has insisted on a completely free hand in what she does to it."

He rubbed his hands together briskly. "Can I ring her and give her some guidance?" he said smiling.

"No you cannot!" I retorted. "I worried enough about it as it is."

"Why?"

"Because she asked me how daring she could make it!"

"Wow! What did you tell her?" he asked.

I grimaced, "I'm beginning to regret it now, but I told her if she would have worn it to dinner, that it would be fine. The problem is, I think she might have thought I meant to a private dinner party, not to a public restaurant!"

He laughed out loud. "Good old Caroline! I hope she comes up trumps."

"She wasn't so old when you dipped your wick in her yesterday!" I exclaimed digging him in the ribs.

We had dinner in front of the television, not something that we would normally do, but there was a big match that Bob wanted to see. Later in bed, we had a kiss and a cuddle, but I wasn't really in the mood to go too much further, so we slept the sleep of the contented.

The week seemed to fly by and by Friday night I was pleased to find that my period had stopped. I phoned Mum to see how she was getting on with the dress. "But it's finished dear, didn't Bob tell you? He collected it last night."

"What have you done to it/" I asked, making a mental note to have a sharp word with my husband.

"I've just altered the neckline a bit, and because you've such nice legs, I slit it up the thigh a bit. I think you'll like it, Bob certainly does. Oh! And as it is such fine silk, with such a nice pattern printed on it, I've taken out the lining." 

"You've what?"

"Slit it to the thigh."

"I heard that bit Mum, what was that about taking out the lining. And how far up the thigh?"

"It's a lovely translucent silk and you'll see the slit when you try it on. I'm very jealous of being too old to wear it myself."

"Thank you Mum" I said faintly wondering what I had let myself in for.

When Bob arrived home that evening, I asked him, "Have you got something to show me?"

"Yes. He said, "Take a look at this!" He dropped his trousers and showed his penis.

"Not that, I'll deal with that in a minute." I snorted. "Have you got a dress to show me?"

"Yes, I have it's in the car, It's very sexy you'll love it. Alison thinks it is super."

"You've shown Alison!" I was getting mad with him now. If he carried on like this he wouldn't be getting the blow job I was intending to give him.

"I had to!" He pleaded. "Otherwise how would she know what to wear?"

"What is she going to wear, as a result of her seeing my dress before I have?"

"Well, having seen your dress, she tells me it will be something very daring." He said in reply.

"Will she.....?" I thought to myself.

I banished all other thoughts to the back of my mind, because having promised myself I would blow him, I couldn't really do anything else – could I? I knelt before him and took Pokey Percy into my mouth. I employed some of the tactics I saw my mother use (You are never too old to learn) and soon had him in a fit state to spurt. Quite often I like him to cum over me either in my face or down the front of anything I am wearing, but this time I was going to swallow. Don't get me wrong I had often done it before, but I felt the need to have his seed sliding down my throat. The fact that we had not had sex all week, meant that he had plenty of semen in his balls and I wanted all of it.

I was not disappointed. He shot and I gulped it all down. My mouth was filled with the white, warm sticky substance. I loved it and made sure my mouth was empty, with not drop spilt before I stood to kiss him on the mouth. I wanted to make sure that he could not taste himself on my lips. That load of spunk was for me!

He was (for the moment) satisfied, so when I pushed him back on to the settee, he did not resist. I quickly dropped my skirt and panties and knelt on his shoulders. This was my time. I began to masturbate literally an inch from his face. We both knew what was going to happen, neither of us wanted it to stop. Because I was doing myself I brought my orgasm on quite quickly. My juices splashed his face and my thighs and I almost completely came into his open mouth.

I dragged my wet labia all down his shirt front as I slid down to bring our mouths together. "You sexy little bitch!" he exclaimed. "You dirty little cunt! I've a good mind to spit into your wet slit!" For some reason these insults turned me more than you might expect. They re-lit my libido so I shuddered and suddenly wanted him to do as he threatened. I rolled over backwards and presented my soaking vulva to him. He sat up and leant forward, cleared his throat and spat at the loving slit that he had occupied so many times before. Twice more he spat, bang on target each time. Then he began to work the spittle into me. As he did so, I thrashed about in ecstasy swearing and cursing at him not to even think about stopping what he was doing.

It was not long of course before I came again with him have three of his fat fingers in my pussy, leaking all over his hand. When he eventually withdrew, I sat up immediately and grabbing his hand in mine thrust those same three fingers into my mouth, licking them clean. I was still wet down below, so with his free hand, he wiped me dry and then rubbed the mixture over my blouse, taking particular care to massage my tiny tits through the fabric.

His face was now over mine, so I was a prime target for something, he had developed the spittle idea by dropping saliva into my mouth which he was now holding open. I lapped it up, then he spoke. "There's an idea for you to try with a mouthful of spunk with Alison." I almost wetted myself with glee at that thought.

All this was before we'd had dinner, so it had to be something quick and easy to prepare. So it was, but we washed in all down with a nice bottle of wine, threw the dishes into the washer and went to bed.

After all our activity, we just lay there and talked. ".....Ready for another trip to the market tomorrow?" Bob asked. 

"Yes. I need some more kitchen cleaner." I told him.

He laughed and said. "If Alison is coming round, you'd better buy in bulk!"

"I always do!" I told him "That's why I buy off the market!" I thought for a minute, "By the way, I still haven't seen the dress."

"Leave it until its time to get ready to go out, it will add to the excitement." I wasn't sure I agreed with him, but was too tired to argue the point.

The next morning (Saturday) we headed as usual to the market. The weather, although dry and reasonably warm did not look as promising as it had the previous week. I wore a white blouse with a slightly flared miniskirt. As the skirt was flared I insisted on wearing panties. However these were not much more that a couple of handkerchiefs. They were tiny, white and tie sided. On my feet I wore flip flops.

As had now become the custom, we went on the bus leaving the car behind. I sat by the window, Bob sat alongside me. We started on the (long) shopping list and by lunchtime we were both flagging and well loaded with bags. We went into one of the town centre pubs for lunch. We found a table and I surrounded myself with the shopping whilst Bob went and got some sandwiches and beer.

When he arrived back at the table, I noticed that he had bought two pints of bitter. "I only wanted a half!" I complained.

"Well drink what you can and I'll take care of the rest." He replied. We sat enjoying the atmosphere in the pub and our snack lunch, when who should walk in but Celia. Remember her? She was the one who took me to her flat and gave me my first lesbian experience. I of course knew her quite (very!) well, but Bob knew of her rather than actually knew her. 

"Hello Diana!" she said, "I suppose this must be that fabulous husband that you keep going on about."

"I'm Bob." Said he, shaking her hand. "If you're going to continue to say nice things like that, You can stay. Can I get you a drink?

"I'm Celia, and thank you I'll have a lime and lemon please."

"Would you like a vodka in it?" Bob asked with a grin.

"Oh. Go on then but don't tell anyone!" she said with a laugh. 

"I've been meaning to talk to you." I told her.

"Oh yes? What about?"

"That night at yours."

"Yes it was lovely wasn't it? Would you like to do it again?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." I said. "In a word, yes."

Bob re-appeared with Celia's drink by which time she had her hand on my thigh under the table. I was not sure that Bob noticed, (he had, as I discovered later) but he gave no indication of doing so. He kept on a polite conversation with Celia as her hand slid further up my leg. With her fingers just brushing against the front of my panties, I found it very difficult to follow the thread of the conversation, leave alone make any serious coherent contribution. Eventually Celia announced that she would have to go. Her parting words to me that she would see me at work on Monday.

"She can certainly talk, can't she?" Bob asked as we watched walk towards the door of the pub. I nodded. "Shall we make a move then, where do you want to go next?"

"Home." I told him still somewhat dazed by what just happened.

As we stood waiting for the bus it started to rain. Quite gently at first, but just as we saw the bus approaching, the heavens opened. Here was a dilemma. Do we run for shelter and miss the bus or just stand there, getting soaked and have a ride home?

We decided to wait for the bus to arrive, getting drenched in the process. The bus turned up and we climbed aboard. Our clothes clung to us like second skins. I was aware that both Bob's shirt and my blouse had gone transparent. Bob's fine physique was clearly demonstrated and indeed on view to the other passengers. My skinny frame (and my prominent nipples) could also be seen. That wasn't the end of it because we had a 200 yard walk at the other end of the journey from the bus stop to our house.

The rain had not abated when we arrived at our stop. We had too much shopping to run very fast carrying it, so we just walked at our normal pace, giggling as we went. One thing was for sure, we would not be any wetter, had we been in the river! By the time we reached our front door, my short skirt was stuck to my legs and the size shape and lack of opacity of my panties was clear to all. My blouse could just have easily not existed for the amount of cover that it offered. Having said that, I thought that Bob's shirt having the same properties as my blouse, looked quite sexy! . I like to think that he had the same opinion of me as I had of him. Luckily for him he was wearing dark Bermuda shorts. So nothing below his wait was particularly revealed

We entered the house and just stood looking at each other laughing as we dripped water on the floor. The first job was to sort out the shopping to see if anything had been ruined by getting wet. Luckily nothing much had, although some cut flowers looked to be ready for the bin. "I hope it's not raining like this tonight!" I said with some passion, "Or there will be three very wet patrons at the restaurant."

"I've always liked the look of women in wet clothes!" Bob remarked with a grin. 

We put away the shopping and got showered and changed into normal clothes. This actually took some time because the two of us in the shower together invariably leads to one thing. This occasion was no different. I knelt in front of Bob and pulled down his shorts, (we were both still dressed at this point). In support of me not wearing a bra he had not worn any underpants. I took hold of his penis, which was quite soft and held his foreskin in my teeth, I was not biting but I knew that he was feeling vulnerable. This however did not stop him starting to harden up and soon I was able to move my mouth to his scrotum taking big mouthfuls of testicle between licking all round them and when he adjusted his stance, putting my tongue flat against his perineum. This always gets him going.

I knocked the water off and lay down on the floor of the shower cubicle. "Cum all over me." I told him. "Over my clothes, my belly, my tits, face and hair. Smother me in your dirty cum!"

"Don't worry about that, you sexy little bitch!" He gasped as he was getting near. "You're gonna get drowned in cum!" He was right too. Because of his height as he stood over me, he shot my full length from my belly to the top of my head. He then sank to his knees and took a handful of my long hair and drained the last of his semen into it. As he often does, he rubbed it well in. This time because my hair was already wet, some of the effect was lost. "Stay there!" he grunted as he raised himself to a standing position.

"I know what you're going to do!" I told him. "You're going to p.............sss."

I stopped because he was already drenching me in piss. He sprayed me from top to toe, concentrating mostly on my face. I loved it as his yellow pee stained my blouse and then saturated my face as I rolled my head from side to side. When he had finished, he joined me on the floor and fingered me to a climax. I shuddered as the orgasm wracked through me. Then he got me to straddle him so my vagina was just above his balls. "Piss over my balls." He told me. I tried but couldn't immediately, so he pulled my face down to his and we kissed while he diddled my urethra, which soon had my waters flowing. The only thing was I was now peeing over his belly rather than his genitalia but as it was pouring in that direction anyway, we did not change positions. 

When we had finished kissing, I whispered "I love you Bob."

"Was it all right for you?" He asked.

"It would have been better if I'd had dry clothes on before we started." I replied.

He laughed and said "I'll remember that for next time."

"Do." I told him, "I love the feeling of my clothes getting wetter naturally from your prick."

We then had a proper shower and went downstairs in bathrobes for a bit of afternoon tea, before watching a bit of TV before getting ready to go out for the evening. As I slumped there on the settee, I realised that I still hadn't seen my dress since Mum had altered it. "I wonder what my dress will look like when I have it on?" I idly mused, half to myself, but also loud enough for Bob to hear.

"Very sexy!" He told me. "In fact I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off you in public!"

I giggled. "I hope you can't! But don't forget you said that Alison was going to wear some very daring too!" 

"I shall treat you both the same." He replied.

"Does that mean you'll be groping her too?" I asked.

"Very probably." I was amused at the thought. I certainly hope to grope Alison quite a bit myself.

It came time to get ready, Bob phoned Alison to see if she was a) still up for it and b) nearly ready. "Tell Diana, it will take only a few seconds to get dressed!" she replied.

"Diana, put on your dress, we're leaving!" Bob called up stairs. He was wrong on one count. I already had on my dress and was staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was, in equal parts, horrified, delighted and excited. Horrified because of what I could see – namely pretty well everything. Delighted because the dress was beautiful and although I say it myself, it made me look good too. I was excited at the prospect of wearing the dress out in public. 




A Night Out, But We End Up In The K



Mum had taken out the lining of the silk dress, it was a soft peach colour, the front and back both plunged almost to my waist. There was a silk tie between the shoulders which went across behind my neck. These prevented the shoulder straps from sliding down my arms. The welts of my white hold-up stocking could just be seen though the material. The absence of any shadow of panty indicated that there was no panty line because there was no panty. I had put my hair up and was contemplating letting it back down again when Bob appeared. "I thought you might like to wear this." He said. He was holding a beautiful necklace, which looked like diamonds, they clearly weren't as our budget didn't run to that sort of thing, but I loved it and told him so. 

The hem of the dress came to just above my ankles, but when I took a step, a slit opened up almost as high as my hip. This also indicated that I had on no panties. Bob was absorbed by the fact that the silk was translucent even in the poor light of our bedroom, my breasts, such as they are and the shape of my legs were clearly discernable. I wondered what would be seen in any brighter lighting conditions. I looked at Bob and asked, "Do you really want to take me out dressed like this?"

"Absolutely!" he boomed. "I will delighted to be seen with you, no matter who should chance upon us."

"What is Alison wearing?" I asked.

"I have no idea." He told me. "She told me it was going to be daring, but that might mean an old cricket sweater and gumboots!" I sincerely hoped that was not going to be the case. There was toot from a car outside. "The Taxi is here." He announced, offering his arm to me. I gulped and linking my arm through his allowed him to lead me to the door.

The taxi was a saloon car (or sedan in the states) rather than a London style taxi so the three of us would all be sitting in the back when we picked up Alison. It would be snug, but all the more enjoyable for the one in the middle.

Alison must have seen us pull up outside her place, for as soon as we stopped, there was a flurry of turquoise chiffon and she was pushing into the other side of the car from me. I had to shuffle over a bit which caused the slit in my skirt to slide off my leg. I went to cover it up again, but a restraining hand on my thigh indicated that Bob was happy with the view. It was a job to see Alison's dress exactly, but a tight skirt, which rode up as she sat in the car, exposed her stocking tops too. The top of her dress appeared to be several layers of chiffon, through which her bra could be seen quite clearly.

My first chance to see her dress properly was when we arrived at the restaurant. As we stood in the driveway of the hotel, as Bob paid the driver, I saw that as well as a tight, short skirt her dress had a boat neck which seemed just a little too wide to sit nicely on her shoulders. Indeed one side was already on its way down her arm. Just then another car pulled into the drive and the headlights shone completely through my dress! "Whoa!" Alison exclaimed. "I'm loving the see through dress."

Bob escorted us into the reception area, then we were directed to the bar, where our order would be taken whilst we enjoyed a few drinks. I had a good look at Alison's dress now and her very sexy embroidered half cup bra shone through her dress like a beacon. Her cleavage was exposed through what turned out to be only two layers of the finest chiffon. Indeed her areola peeked out of the top of her bra cups. "Where did you get your dress?" I asked her. Whilst Bob was otherwise engaged talking to the perky barmaid.

"I've borrowed it from a friend. How about you?" She replied.

"Mum made it out of a dress I bought at a charity shop." I replied, then Bob returned so I said him, "Chatting up the barmaid I see!"

He grinned and answered. "I was just trying to see if she had a bra on." I thumped his arm for that. Our table was announced as ready so we followed the Maitre d' into the dining room. We were shown a booth with a semi-circular bench behind a circular table. Bob raised his glass, "Ladies, here's to a fantastic evening." We joined in the toast and so our beautiful evening began. Bob sat between us, this time I was on his right. This meant that my thigh was easily available to him to fondle anytime he liked. We sat close enough for me to see that Alison's skirt and had ridden (pulled?) up much further than it had in the car. This had not escaped Bob's notice and his other hand was to be seen from time to time on her thigh too.

Remarkably we had a lovely evening and meal. The conversation flowed nicely and perhaps most surprisingly of all, despite there being three of us, it was strangely romantic, not to say erotic and intimate. Moreover Bob didn't "accidentally" spill anything over me, or for that matter Alison. 

As it was a Saturday night, there was some music being provided by a trio. It was meant to be background music, but after most of the diners had finished their meal, the band started playing some gentle dance music. Bob danced with both me and Alison and I wasn't the slightest bit jealous as they held each other close. As I watched, I saw him speaking into her ear. I wondered if he was saying the same things to her as he had said to me. He had gone into some detail about what he was going to do with my body when we were back home. By the time our dance finished I was so weak at the knees that I could hardly stand.

When he escorted Alison from the floor, her eyes were bright and she was smiling contentedly. I asked Bob to get some more drinks, whilst I danced with Alison. "Did he mention what would happen when we got back to ours?" I asked her.

She laughed out loud and with a happy look on her face, she murmured. "In some detail!"

"I take it you're happy with what he suggested?"

"Diana, if only half of what you two are proposing to do actually come true, I will be delighted.

"Shall we go then?" I asked.

She put one arm round my neck and with the other hand, caressed my breast, right there on the dance floor. We were attracting a bit of attention anyway, because of the way in which we were dancing or should I say smooching. Her boat necked dress was nearly down to her elbow on one side, leaving her bra strap over her shoulder. She raised no objection when I hooked my thumb under the strap and raised a quizzical eyebrow. Indeed, she kissed my nose and softly said, "whatever."

The next thing that happened, Bob arrived on the dance floor, carrying three drinks. He bumped into us and I don't suppose you need telling, where the drinks went? That's right over Alison and me! He didn't apologise, but simply said, "It looks as though you two need some time together!" 

"I hope we all three will be involved." Alison piped up.

"Most certainly." He promised, "Shall we go?" We left the floor with him, one of us on each arm, looking very wet and bedraggled. He clearly intended to throw the drinks over us, why else would he have bought three pints of lager, instead of the lady-like drinks we had been expecting? 

My dress was now completely transparent, Alison's was already so, being chiffon, but her dress, like mine was clinging to her skin and the satin skirt of her dress carried a big darkened patch which was wet to the touch. "My poor dress!" she remarked.

"Your dress?" I questioned, "I thought it was borrowed?"

"It is." She admitted, "But it is mine for the night."

"I hope nothing too bad happens to it!" I remarked.

"So do I!" she exclaimed. "I'd be mortified; Sarah has never worn it herself yet!"

I certainly hoped the Bob was taking all this in, bearing in mind that the last time Alison came over she virtually invited him to rip all her clothes off and ravish her.

The ride home in the taxi was interesting because I made sure that I sat between Bob and Alison. On one hand it kept him at bay and on the other, it allowed me to start undressing her, well at least partially. I pulled the neck of her dress down her arm, past her elbow and eased her arm out of it. I tried to do the same with her bra strap, but she resisted. "Later." She murmured, "When we get to yours."

That actually wasn't long in coming as we arrived outside our house in what seemed a very short time. Alison allowed me the concession of not pulling her dress right back up and walked up our driveway with her bra exposed. As it was dark, I don't suppose too many people noticed.

Bob let us in and said, "You two look ready to put on a bit of a show for me. Why don't you go up to the bedroom?" I didn't think too much about that at the time, although he was being remarkably magnanimous in letting us girls get together first.

We bounded up the stairs and Alison threw herself on the bad, held her arms wide and said "Come and get me Diana, I'm all yours!"

I pounced on top of her, both of us still dressed, and we kissed gently but deeply for several minutes. After a while I was aware of Bob breathing heavily. I looked up at him for maybe a couple of seconds, he was naked and standing very close to the bed with his erect penis in his hand. "Don't waste any of that!" I warned him.

"Nothing will be going to waste." He insisted.

I crawled on top of Alison and we rolled slightly towards him. Then as we kissed we both felt the warmth of his sperm dropping on our faces. This stimulated our passion and we kissed with more vigour. Then more spunk hit the back of my head, there was more than I expected. Then I saw a stream hit Alison directly on the hairline of her forehead. There was definitely more than usual, in fact there was too much. "What the......?" I began.

"Don't you worry about anything!" Bob gasped. "I'm enjoying this as much as you!" then suddenly my head was covered in semen. I mean covered, it seemed like a bucket load. I rolled to one side and Alison caught the lot on her face. 

"God!" She gasped "What is that stuff/"

"Methylcellulose." Bob answered. "The nearest thing to synthetic spunk! Don't worry it is a food additive."

"It feels lovely." She admitted, "Got any more?"

"Enough to cover you both from head to toe." Bob answered.

"Then do it!" Alison cried out, plunging her hands into my slime covered hair and pulling my mouth down her smeared face. We kissed again and I must admit it didn't taste too bad at all. Not that I was intending to eat any of it.

Suddenly we were completely engulfed in the stuff, literally from head to toe. Then we felt the weight of Bob on top of us. One of his hands slimy with the methyl-whatever, travelled up my leg and a thumb found it's way into my vagina, his first finger, well lubricated slithered into my anus. He had never done THAT before!" His other hand gripped the neck of Alison's dress and slowly but inexorably tore it away from her body. "Bob you bastard!" She called out. "Strip me fucking naked!"

"Your dress!" I said to her.

"Sod the dress!" She gasped. "I half expected him to rip it off me!"

"But you said you had borrowed it!" I exclaimed, "Wasn't that true?"

"Of course it's true! That's what has made this evening so exciting, the risk that my friend's new dress would be in tatters before the night was out!"

AT this point I ceased caring what happened to her dress as I was now fully concentrating on what Bob was doing to me. Between grunts and groans I told him in no uncertain terms that I was really liking the treatment he was giving me. Soon I was thrashing about in the slime that covered the bed. My dress was clinging to me, but somehow that made it sexier, soon I was having the most fantastic orgasm simply through Bob working his thumb in my cunt and (now) two fingers up my arse. 

As I came down from the ecstasy, I saw Bob ripping the tight skirt of Alison's dress completely up the front. His big hands snapped the side of her panties like they were tissue paper. Her bra was a tougher proposition but it was still the matter of a moment before the cups parted company from the straps. Then he was on her and right inside her, she screamed with delight. "That's you fucking bastard! Take me! Fill me! Shoot your spunk up so far that I taste it!"

For a start I busied myself by scraping up big double handfuls of the slime from the bed and dumping them on the back of Bob's head and back until I then started on Alison, pushing the stuff into her face and hair. They both seemed to like this. She was spluttering as she pulled his face to hers and thrust her tongue down his throat.

I tired to indulging them so I slid up between their legs and worked my face into the crack of her arse. Bob's scrotum kept hitting me under the chin so I adjusted my position and took one of his balls into my mouth and teased it with my teeth. The effect on him was almost immediate. With three or four massive thrusts he spewed his seed deep into Alison's welcoming slit. She yelped with glee and tried to throw her legs round him to hold him in place. She had longer legs than me but it was futile. In the slime they kept slipping off, not that they would have reached anyway. 

Bob slid out of her and his penis dropped obligingly near my lips, which soon encompassed it. I could taste him, her and that bloody slime, but it was so delightfully messy that I loved it. I brought up one hand and with wet slippery fingers, circulated it round her puckered anus. I was surprised how little pressure it took to insert two fingers into her. So there we were I was under her thighs sucking my husband's prick and frigging her backside with two fingers, as he was sucking her tits. This was a novel experience for him, as mine were hardly big enough to suck on. I became aware that she was rubbing her own clitoris, indeed I was doing the same to mine.

We both climaxed due to our own efforts and all three of us, completely smothered in this Methylcellulose stuff, relaxed. I was quite comfortable down there with Bob's hairy belly lying on my cheek. When Alison murmured, "I have to pee."

Bob lifted his face from her breasts and said, "So? Pee."

"But the bed!" She complained, "And Diana" 

"Diana will be wet enough soon because I'm going to piss on her head in a minute myself!" He told her.

So it was less than a minute later I was in danger of being drowned by a mixture of his and her urine. I was spluttering and trying to move my head, but Bob held me in place as he virtually pissed up my nose and she sprayed my face. When they had stopped, I called them dirty bastards. And moaned at them, but had secretly loved being held there against my initial feelings. It was the ultimate expression of doing anything that my husband wanted.

Eventually, still all covered in that white semen-like goo, apart from my face which had been washed clean, we got up and surveyed the wrecked bed. "Well!" I said, "I don't know where we're going to sleep tonight now!"

Bob smiled. "I took the precaution of putting a big sheet of polythene under the sheet." He said. "So the bed itself should be all right."

I picked up the remnants of Alison's dress. "What are you going to tell Sarah?"

Alison simply said, "I've no idea. But I enjoyed every rip and tear and I can't wait to do it again! And sod the expense!"

We all showered together as might be expected and found that the slime washed off very easily. Then the three of us, picked up the corners of the polyurethane sheet and carried the messy bed linen down stairs, trying not to spill any. Instead of taking out side, (we were all naked) we set it down for a moment on the kitchen floor. Bob was bending over to straighten one corner when I couldn't resist, tweaking his balls from behind. It took him completely by surprise and he fell into the mess. He stood up grabbed me and lay me in the middle of the sheet, he and Alison took two corners each and this caused a big puddle to form in the middle. I was almost completely submerged when I rolled into it.

Bob took the two corners from Alison and held the sheet so I was just touching the floor with my back and my arms and legs were sticking out of the top. "Alison," he said. "Go into the cupboards and find the messiest things you can and open them up. Diana is going to have a bath!"

Because Bob was holding the sheet, Alison did all the pouring and tipping. There was baked beans, spaghetti, milk, fruit juice, Bovril (A black glutinous sticky beef extract product that was particularly messy), treacle, flour, even cornflakes. She was particularly careful to make sure that my long hair wasn't missed, rubbing the mixture of Bovril and cornflakes well into my tresses. I needed to pee myself now, but I knew that there was no point in mentioning it, so I just peed into the mess. 

When they considered that I had been punished enough, they each took two corners of the sheet again and carried me outside. Despite the fact that they were both naked, they carried me onto the lawn and dropped the sheet, then high tailed it back into the house. I lay there for about half a minute before crawling on hands and knees off the sheet. I walked down to the back door, but I was denied access, "Wash yourself down with the garden hose." I was told. You know that water was COLD! Not soon enough for me, was I considered clean enough to be allowed back into my own house, but eventually I was admitted.

The other two were almost helpless with laughter, they were actually holding each other up. Of course I had to go and have another shower to get the finer bits out of my hair. In the meantime, Bob and Alison had re-made the bed. It looked most inviting. Before we retired, I caught Bob alone for a moment. "That was a dirty trick to play on me!" I complained. Although in truth if someone twisted my arm I would have admitted to enjoying the experience.

"You'll be able to get your own back on Alison before she leaves." He whispered. I considered his remark. Here I was, not too long married, complicit in my husband not only having full sex with a girl we met only a week ago. Furthermore we were sharing with her things which hitherto we had only done to and with each other. What, I wondered did that say about the state of our relationship?

I didn't have long to dwell on my thoughts as I was propelled onto the bed by Bob and Alison acting in concert. As I landed on the bed, the two of them set about giving me a very good time in compensation for what they had done to me before. I will not trouble you with the exact details here, but suffice to say they were extremely successful! The three of us were at one point, all on the same part of the bed. Bob was working hard (ha!) with his erect penis penetrating me further it seemed he had ever before. He was using the conventional missionary position, Alison was sitting on my pillow with her legs spread with her back to the headboard and dripping her juices onto my forehead and her labia lips caressed my hairline.

Her wetness ran down my face, each side of my nose and onto my mouth. I could taste her sweetness, but I admit that whilst I was enjoying that, my main attention was concentrated on Bob's urgent thrusting in and out of my tiny body. Eventually he climaxed sending (I assume) more of his precious white semen right up inside me. This sent me over the edge too. He was flagging towards the end, but as his head was in just the right place, he thrust his tongue into Alison's soaking pubis, causing my face to get even wetter. It was clear that Alison was getting close to orgasm herself, so I contented myself, by holding Bob in me with both arm and legs as far as I could.

None of us showered afterwards, wanting the muskiness of each other to remain on our bodies. Indeed this may even have prolonged the sexual adventures as we girls explored both each other's bodies and Bob's in all sorts of little and slightly smelly places, with our tongues and fingers. It was all delightfully dirty. Eventually, we all slept. Bob in the middle with we girls either side of him. 




A Night Out, But We End Up In The K



We must have slept very well, because it was well into daylight hours when I was woken by Bob clambering over me. "Ssssssshhhhhh!" he whispered as I woke, "Come with me."

I silently followed him downstairs and into the kitchen. "Do you want to get you own back on Alison for what she did to last night?"

"Humphh!" I grunted, "From what I could see it was a combined effort. You and her ganged up on me! I want my revenge on you too!"

"Yes, yes, that's as maybe." He grumbled. "I have a plan for Alison, if you want to take part."

"Of course I do!" I exclaimed.

We donned bathrobes and went outside. There is one small part of our patio which is not overlooked, even by the teenage scrote who lives next door. (I am sure he watches us!). One of the things that the previous occupants of our house left behind, was an old galvanised bath, which I had intended, at some time, to use as a flower container. I had lain in the hedge unused and rusting away ever since we moved in. Bob dragged it into the hidden part of our patio and asked, "What shall we put in it?"

"Alison of course!" I retorted.

He gave me what my grandmother would have called an "old fashioned" look. "I know that!" he said sounding somewhat frustrated with my reply. "Earth, perhaps, mixed with water to make mud? Food? What do you think?" 

"I like the idea of wet earth." I told him.

"Right-ho!" Said Bob and pulled a bag of garden compost, (which I was going to put in the bath at some point anyway) slit open the bag and emptied the contents into the old bath. "Now we'll fill it with water and mix it all together." In reality, the two substances didn't mix very well at all. Perhaps I spoilt it by using a couple of buckets of hot water, to take the chill out of the mainly cold water from the hose that Bob was using. I guess I was feeling a bit sorry for Alison. We ended up with just a bath full of dirty water and a sediment of garden compost at the bottom. If I stirred it up with a spade, I could get some of the earth in suspension for a while, but it soon settled out again. "You keep mixing, I'll go and get Alison." Bob said as he disappeared into the house.

I learnt later that she had just awakened when Bob came into the bedroom. "Ssshhh Alison, come with me – don't bother to get dressed, I need your help to play a trick on Diana." He had said to her. He led her downstairs, stopping halfway to whisper, "She is outside mixing up some dirty water, to dump you in. What she doesn't know is the bath is actually for her!" I need your help to distract her whilst I get into a position to pick her up. Agreed?" Apparently Alison nodded and she was reassured by him saying, "Don't worry about not being dressed, that part of the patio is not overlooked."

So they crept down the rest of the stairs, she being led by the hand by Bob. He led her through the hallway and kitchen and outside on to the secluded part of the patio. Hallo Diana!" she said rather loudly, apparently in an attempt to make me jump.

"Oh hallo!" I replied, whilst making a prearranged dive for her legs. Bob had already got hold of her under the arms as we turned and held over the still swirling mixture of compost and slowly lowered her backside into it.

"You bastards!" she cried out as she went hips deep into the old and leaking bath. Bob put a foot on her lower chest in order to prevent her getting back out. Believe me if Bob does that to you, no upward movement is possible. 

"Ok Diana." He said quietly. "Do your worst!" When Alison landed in the water, she displaced a lot of it over the side of the bath. Soon she was laying on her back with her head at one end and her buttocks at the other. Her legs were sticking out upwards and she was kicking then about. Her face was just above the surface of the water/compost mix. She soon discovered that the more she wriggled, the more she splashed her own face, so she decided the best option was to just lay there and accept her fate.

I stood to one side out of the way of her kicking legs and scooped handfuls of the dirty water on to her belly and breasts. I also rubbed some into her hair which if I was not careful could cover her face with black bits too. I definitely was not careful!

Eventually I decided that she had had enough and asked Bob to let her up. She sat up in the bath and saw Bob undoing his robe to expose a very erect prick. She didn't need a second invitation so when he said, "Suck it." She immediately went to work. For my part, I concentrated on picking up handfuls of the wet peat, dumping them on top of her head and watching then slide down her bare back. I topped this off by reaching round from behind her and rubbing the muck into her breasts, taking the opportunity to give her nipples a tweak at the same time. In time, Bob urged that he was about cum, so I pulled her head off his penis and let him spray her face with his white gold.

She looked a real mess, covered all over her body in little bits of brown peat, and having cum running down her face. She caught my eye and said "Kiss me Diana" What could I do but comply? I put my arm round her shoulder and she gripped mine as we kissed. The next thing she lay back in the bath and pulled me, complete with bathrobe in on top of her. In reality I had been quite extensively splashed anyway. Besides that I wanted to kiss her. I slid one hand down to between her legs and rubbed a mix of water and compost into her vagina. 

I whispered "If I had a strap-on I'd fuck you here and now!"

"And I'd let you!" She gasped and then orgasmed into my hand. I knelt and straddled her in the bath and masturbated myself to a finish, leaning back against her upright thighs. When I had finished, she said "I suppose the only thing for you to do now is to piss on my belly."

"Was that an invitation?" I asked.

She smiled. "I guess it was." So I did. Bob added his half litre as well from above us before we got out of the bath. We hosed each other off before going back into the house for a proper shower.

"Can you stay for lunch?" I asked Alison afterwards.

She roared with laughter. "I suppose I can, but I'm afraid I haven't a thing to wear!"

"How are you going to explain the loss of her dress to your friend?" Bob asked.

"I haven't the first idea." She said a little more seriously. I know she had it made specially, so I'll bet it was expensive."

Bob reached for his wallet which was on the dresser. "I'll pay for it." He said.

"You will NOT!" Alison retorted sharply. "You'd make me feel like a prostitute!" The she went on, "I knew what I was doing wearing the dress. It was exciting to know that I was taking the risk of ruining it with no fallback position. In fact I found the danger of that happening to be a turn on. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't willing you to rip it off me, although I knew I wouldn't care if you did."

"Did part of you relish being taken home naked?" I asked.

"I suppose it was." She admitted. "Although I did imagine that it would be in the dark, not in broad daylight on a Sunday afternoon. I am not quite so brave now, I'm afraid." 

"Diana will sort something out for you to wear home." Bob told her.

"I hope it won't be too outrageous." Alison replied.

I smiled and said "You've just given me a great idea!"

Alison groaned "Oh no! What have I said?" I grinned quietly to myself.

I went off to prepare lunch leaving Bob and Alison to lay the table. I determined to keep her naked as long as possible. Not for nothing did Bob decide that we would have Sunday Lunch in our front room. We have no lace curtains there and passers-by would be able to see in.

I served lunch and we sat round the table such that Alison had her back to the window. Throughout the meal Bob and I kept up a commentary on the (mostly) men who came up a stared through the glass. The fact that almost all of these were imaginary was lost on Alison who was convinced that her bare back and bum were displayed to each and every person who walked by. She was quite pink by the time we were finished. We confessed after we had had coffee on the settee whereupon she announced that we were "Bastards". 

"We note that you didn't get up and run out of the room." Bob said.

"I was too scared they would see something else." She replied.

About an hour later, I went upstairs an sorted out Alison's "going home" outfit. I was tempted to give her a micro skirt and one of my crop tops, (both would have been too small). But I settled on one of Bob's shirts. In fact it was the similar to the one I first wore to the market. It had a collar and short sleeves. But the best thing was that it was very big around the hem and (on her) extremely short! I gave her no underwear , not that I would have any that fitted her. "Make sure that you get it back before she goes inside." I told Bob. 

"But I live in a terrace!" Alison complained.

"All right then, but make sure you give him a big kiss on the doorstep." I replied.

"Why don't you come along and supervise?" Bob asked. So I did.

"See if you can undress her." I said to Bob quietly, hopefully not loud enough for Alison to hear me as we drove along.

"What was that?" She asked suspiciously.

"I asked him if he remembered the address." I turned to her and said.

"Ha! A likely story!" she humphed. I smiled to myself. I was not exactly overdressed either, I wore only a chemise or full underslip. This had been bought some time ago specifically to be messed up sometime. This would not be the occasion as I was sitting in Bob's company car.

We stopped outside Alison's door and she quickly made it to her doorstep but Bob was quick enough to grab her before she disappeared inside. He put his arms around her, kissed her full on the lips and said something to her. She responded by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. The action of her lifting her arms up lifted the hem of the shirt to dangerously close to exposing her bum. It wouldn't have mattered anyway as Bob's hand slid up inside the shirt and lifted it half way up her back. Whether she didn't realise, or didn't care, I don't know. All I do know is that I saw this woman and my husband kissing like mad. His hand progressed up her back and came to rest on her shoulders. He said something else and one of her legs crept up his leg and rose up to his hip. 

I don't know why but something that I thought I would find funny, suddenly seemed very erotic. I found my hand sliding up my own thigh and tickling my clitoris. I started to Mumble "Strip her Bob, strip her right off!" My hand started to move quicker and quicker until I was very excited.

The next thing I knew, the shirt was off and tossed behind Bob onto the pavement, Alison was half in the door, naked with one thigh over my husband's hip and they were still kissing. Eventually they parted and Bob turned to me and waved me to join them I quickly got out of the car as they disappeared into the house. 

I followed them along the passage and up the stairs to her room. It was a mess, but that was not what commanded my attention. They grabbed me, threw me on the bed and while Bob, thrust two fingers into my wet slit, Alison was ripping my slip completely down the front.

She bent down and kissed me and tweaked my prominent nipples. I was ready and they both knew it. Bob brought me to a thrashing climax and then jerked himself off over my titties, Alison's hand and both our faces. Bob then thrust his handH he between Alison's legs and started to masturbate her. Meanwhile she and I were slobbering over each other, her above me on her bed. As she knelt above me, moving in concert with the thrusting of Bob's hand, I cupped her pendulous (compared with mine) breasts and rolled her nipples round and round. "You pair of bastards!" she exclaimed just before squirting over Bob's fingers. Her sweat was running off her face and on to mine. A sliver of saliva slowly made it's way from her bottom lip to wards my face. I opened my mouth to accept it. Then we kissed.

When we had all settled down, Alison began to laugh. "What are you giggling at?" I asked.

"The tables have been turned." She laughed. "You're the one who has to make it home naked now!"

I had to admit she was right, and giggled as I did so.

Bob went outside to retrieve the shirt that Alison had worn home. He was fond of it for one thing, the fact that I needed it was another. He brought it back up to the room and then did something extraordinary. He wiped Alison's wet cunt with it! "I want Alison's smell on you as we go home." He explained.

"In that case." Alison said. "I think it should have the smell of all three of us on it." She took the shirt and she wiped the shirt across her own face and breasts, then offered it to me to do the same, which I did. "Now wipe your pussy with it." She instructed me. 

Needless to say with her pussy juices, together with mine and also Bob's cum on the shirt, it definitely carried a mix of aromas. I slipped it on and felt deliciously licentious and wicked. "It's a pity it's not market day, we could take a walk round the town with you wearing that." Bob complained.

"If you're going to take her into town in that state, let me put something on, and I'll join you!" Alison enthused.

"I..... I'm .... I'm not sure......" I began.

"OK there won't be anyone up town anyway on a Sunday," Bob conceded, but then announced triumphantly, "We'll go to the Boatman!"

The Boatman was a pub with a large beer garden which backed on to the river. "Only if we sit by the river!" I demanded.

The drive to the pub took all of ten minutes. Alison had come along too wearing a nice summer dress. I was disappointed with her for wearing underwear and told her so. "I'll take it off when we get there if it offends you." She remarked coolly.

"In that case you can take off the dress instead!" I joked.

"Is that a dare?" She demanded.

"It might be." I replied cautiously.

"Duly noted." Alison replied. 

We found a picnic table near the river and established ourselves around it whilst Bob went into the pub for drinks. It was a nice sunny afternoon, but most of the other groups in the beer garden were up near the pub. Alison pulled her dress up to the top of her thighs to give them some sun. I had no need to pull my shirt up to the top of my thighs because it was already there. In fact My bum was on the bare wood of the seat as there was not enough fabric for me to sit on.

Bob re-appeared with a tray holding three pints of Shandy and two glasses of wine. "Why all the Shandy?" I asked.

"I'm driving, so I can't drink anything but Shandy." Bob replied as he put the tray on the table. 

"But three pints?" I persisted.

"Oh, of course, I forgot to say, the other two are for you and Alison." He explained.

"But we have wine." Alison remarked, confused. 

"Oh, they're not for drinking, they're for this!" Bob picked up two of the pints and poured them over Alison and me! I laughed out loud as Alison shrieked when her thin summer dress went transparent. I my shirt was made of sterner stuff and although wet did not show my body through it.

"I think you ought to get out of that wet dress." I remarked mildly.

She put out her tongue at me and pulled me to my feet. "You don't look as wet as me." She snarled "-Yet!" With that she twisted her body and sent me running down the steep grassy bank towards the river. There was no way I could stop so I plunged into the clear running water. Although it was only a couple of feet deep, I fell as I entered the water and went my length on the gravelly bottom. 

It was actually very cooling and I have to admit quite pleasant. The shirt had ridden up in the flow, so it was under my armpits. After a moment or two I stood up and tried to get out of the river but the bank was too steep. Bob reached out for one hand and Alison for the other. I grabbed both hands and pulled. Bob withstood the pull but Alison did not have the same resistance and I pulled her into the water with a splash. I was delighted. 

"I think I'd better get out of this wet dress." Alison said with a grin, she took off the dress and sat at the picnic bench in her bra and pants. I didn't have that option of course, as the shirt I had on was my only garment. Eventually after pleasant drink at a riverside pub, on a nice afternoon, we left for home, dropping Alison off at hers on the way. 

"That was some date!" Bob said as he drove.

"Would you like to do it again sometime?" I asked.

"Can a fish swim?" He asked.

"So you would like to have sex with two women, rip off their clothes and mess them up." I said.

He stopped the car turned towards me and asked, "Do you have a problem with that? Is there something that you want to tell me?"

"I have one problem with what happened this weekend." I admitted.

"Honey, I'm sorry! I thought you were up for all this! Hey if you want to cool this thing down, just say the word. I love you and want to keep you happy and in love with me."

"You haven't heard my problem yet." I told him.

"Yeah sorry Diana, what is it you wanted to tell me. I promise I'll fix it and go along with whatever you want."

"I sort of expected that you would do things to me, that's what our relationship is based upon, but all those thing you did to Alison, ripping her expensive borrowed dress, messing her up and shagging her, well my only problem is....... I can't wait to do it all again!" I laughed.

"You little minx!" He exclaimed. He grabbed me and pulled me towards him and kissed me long and hard on the lips. Then having released me he took hold of the neckline of my chemise and ripped right out. "I've a good mind to make you walk home now!"

"If you walk with me, I will." I told him even though we had over a mile still to go.

"We'll get a bit closer." He said and drove on.

I made no attempt to cover myself as he pulled up in the street outside our house and I had to walk the twenty yards or so to our front door. I was getting to like public exposure and only wished I had bigger boobs to let people see.

That evening we had a relaxing night on the sofa watching TV. Bob was twirling his fingers in my hair and said, "Diana, do you think your Mum would like a session?"

"What sort of a session?"

"A messy session."

"God knows, She liked it when you fucked her, but I don't know about going further."

"Why don't you show her a few photographs?" He suggested.

"She knows that you have slapped me with foam pies and such." I told him.

"It's just that I've got another can of Methylcellulose left over." He said.

"Don't you want to leave that for Alison?" I asked him.

"I think Alison is ready to move up a stage, how about you?"

"You know me, I'm always ready to move up a stage." I said with a laugh

"Silly bugger!" He slapped my thigh, then slid his finger up and brushed my labia. "Shall we go to bed?"

"Yes, lets." So we did. 

The following Wednesday I had a date with Celia to look forward to.