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Caught With My Pants Down

By: fantac64



It was early in the morning and I'd just gotten out of bed. My wife had long since gone to her work, since she was on the 7﷓3 shift that day. I work from home so I set my own hours, usually about ten a day. I remembered that the pants I had to wear that day were still in the dryer so I walked out to the utility room, naked, which is how I sleep. Throwing a damp towel in with the pants, I turned the dryer on to get the wrinkles out and headed for some coffee. It had long since gone cold, so I stuck a cupful in the microwave while I put some things out for breakfast. With a hot cup of coffee in hand, I walked through the house to boot up the computer. A quick check of my email and I went back to the kitchen, cup in hand, with no thought whatsoever that I was stark naked. 

I’ve never had any qualms about being naked in my own house since we live in a very small town and there are only a few houses on our street, and we sit back off the street about 25 feet. There are blinds in the kitchen, but at six in the morning no one is going to be looking in my windows anyway. I mean, what are the odds that someone will be staring into my window at six in the morning on the outside chance that they’ll see me naked. .

When the buzzer on the dryer went off, I finished my coffee and went to get the clothes out. My hand had just touched the dryer door when the phone rang. Padding back into the kitchen, I picked up the phone to hear our neighbor's voice on the line. 

"That's a very nice outfit you're wearing," she cooed. 

I felt like an idiot. There I stood, stark naked, in front of the big window in the breakfast room. I jumped back to take shelter behind the cabinets. 

"Cindy, what the hell are you doing looking in my window?" I yelled. 

"Hell Rich, I thought you were putting on a show for me. I'm not complaining, why are you? I just told you I liked what I saw."

"Is that all you wanted?" I asked. "I've got things to do and one of them is not making my neighbor wet. Take a cold shower or something."

"Hold on, hot shot, I need to talk to you."

"Oh, for...let me get some jeans on so I don't let it all hang out."   "Whatever," she replied. "I don't care if you're naked or not. I just need to talk to you right away."

I pulled my jeans one, remembering too late that I had a brass button and a now very hot

zipper on them.. After cursing a few times and pulling the hot metal away from my flesh, I finally got them snapped and zipped. 

"If you're looking for Janice, you missed her. She works the early shift today."   "I knew that, Rich. I've been waiting for her to leave so we could talk."

"Talk? Talk about what?"

"Let's just say it's something you don't want to discuss in front of your wife."

I leaned over to search for some Danish that I'd picked up the night before, thinking about my neighbor watching me naked through that window. I never considered Cindy to be a beauty or drop﷓dead﷓gorgeous, but she's not the least bit unpleasant to look at. Far from it. Her shoulder length auburn hair and dark brown eyes highlight her creamy complexion. She always wears oversized sweatshirts or tee shirts that are dark enough and large enough that you see no hint of how she's built, and I've spent a lot of time staring at her, guessing at what that shirt covered. I'd seen enough of her ass as she bent over to know that it was damned nice. 

"Should I be worried about where this is going?" I asked. 

"I hope not," she replied, "but I don't think so."

"I guess you've got the advantage over me because I have no idea what you're trying to say."

"What would your wife say if she found out that you've been cheating on her?"   ` I damned near choked on my Danish. "What the hell are you talking about? I haven't been cheating on her."

"Oh really? Would you like to bet that I can convince her that you have?"

I didn't reply for a minute, suddenly realizing that it wouldn't be all that hard to do since she's been insinuating for a long time that I have. Visions of being kicked out flashed through my mind. It wouldn't be the first time, but it wasn't something I'd like to repeat. 

"Ok, ok, what are you saying? You know I don't have any money, Cindy. Hell, I'm trying to figure out how to pay my bills as it is."

"I don't want your damned money, Rich. I'm not hurting for cash. Hell, I probably have more than you do. No, it's not money that I'm looking for."

"DAMN IT Cindy, what do you want?"

"Calm down, Rich. No need to get excited. Why don't you come over and have some coffee with me so we can talk face to face. I think you'll be glad you did."

"You're crazy, woman. You've lost your mind. If Janice was to find out you've even seen me naked, she'd board up the damned window and quit her job so she could keep an eye on me. If one of the neighbors saw me coming over there and let it slip, it would be all over but the crying and you know it."

"I know that, but no one has to see you come over here. There's a way to take care of that."

"Damn it, Cindy, I can't do that. Can't you talk to me now?"

"I could, but I don't think I want to. I could come over there but old lady Warwick would be sitting there waiting for Janice to come home tonight. Think about it Rich. I've already seen you naked and you know I can convince her of anything I want. You don't have to worry about me slipping up and letting her find out what's going on while she's gone. She'll never know unless you tell her. Get some shoes on and drive around the block. Pull in Marge's drive and park back where they park the motor home. They're gone for the summer and no one can see you there because of the bushes. I'll leave the back garage door open for you. Fifteen minutes, Rich, that's all I'll wait."

The sound of the dial tone was all I heard after that. I slammed the phone down and went to sit on my recliner, where I do my best thinking. I stared at the clock as the second hand swept around, mumbling to myself about that damned infuriating woman. What the hell did she want anyway? To hell with it, let her tell Janice whatever she wanted to. I'd catch hell and we'd fight like two cats for a week or two but that's all. What the hell, if she kicked me out, I'd be fine. Then the real world got hold of me. We wouldn't fight like cats at all, she'd scream for weeks about my infidelity and in the end, I'd be kicked out and I'd be screwed. There's no way I have enough money to make it. She'd get the house and I'd get the shaft and wind up living in an old mobile home in one of those last chance trailer parks.

It had been almost ten minutes when I slipped into my shoes and went out to the garage, knowing she was watching me every minute. I drove down the street and turned as though I was going to town, then looped around and slipped into Marge's drive, pulling as far into the bushes as I could get. The back door of her garage was open so I slipped in and closed it behind me.

Her car was in the garage and she waited for me at the foot of the stairs that led to their game room over the garage. Neither of us said a word as I followed her up the stairs, watching the sway of her ass under the loose sweats she wore. 

Their game room covers the whole second story of the two car garage. A professional sized pool table sits in one corner, while an oversized six sided card table sat in the opposite corner. A dart board is on one wall and a big screened TV sits below it. The other wall is blank paneling behind a fair sized wet bar. 

She sat on the oversized couch and patted seat next to her. I headed for one of the bar stools but she stopped me. "You don't want to upset me Rich but I want you to watch a video."

I sat next to her as she turned the TV on. After a few scenes from an old porn film, I saw our house. As I watched, the camera zoomed in on that big window to show me walking back and forth, stark naked. There was a shot of me bent over the dryer, taking clothes out, and one of me putting my breakfast on the table, then sitting down to eat. Then there was a shot of me with my cock in my hands as I milked it pretty hard. Seconds later, I hurried from the kitchen and I knew I was headed for some tissues. All of a sudden, I saw some more footage of me with my cock in my hands, but then another hand reached over to stroke up and down...a feminine hand. A few seconds later, I saw the naked back of what was obviously a woman's head, evidently as she went down on me. 

"What the fuck, Cindy? Who is that? I've never had another woman in that house and you know it."

"Umm, I don't know, Rich. She sure looks like she's standing right in front of you and I'd bet money she's sucking your cock. More importantly though, is that Janice will believe it. That and about another twenty minutes of it."

"What's going on here, Cindy?: I asked. "What are you saying?"

"I decided a long time ago that you needed more action, Rich, and I'm just the one to give it to you."

"That's blackmail," I replied. 

"I don't think so Rich. Coercion, perhaps but not blackmail. I don't want money, I just want you to fuck me silly sometimes. We both win and no one gets hurt. That video will never be seen again as long as you take care of my needs and I take care of yours."

"What the hell makes you think I need more than I'm getting?" I asked.

"Rich, Rich, Rich, you jack off every time you're alone, sometimes two and three times in one day. That doesn't sound like a satisfied man to me. I haven't had an orgasm in months and damn it, I'm going to get them and you're going to help me."

"You're out of your mind, Cindy. I'm not..."

"Stand up Rich," she ordered.

I have no idea why I did it, but I did. She walked around me, looking at the cock that was acting like it had a mind of its own. "Take your jeans off," 

"I don't think so," I replied, not moving to do so. 

The next thing I knew, my jeans were yanked down, scraping over my semi﷓hard cock, giving me a jolt of pain. Before I could say anything, her hand was wrapped around my cock, sliding the tender flesh up and down my shaft. I groaned involuntarily but she took that as a sign I was enjoying it and continued. When I tried to push her hand away, she slapped at my hand and rammed the skin back so hard it was painful. 

"I can hurt you if that's what you want Rich, or I can rock your socks. It's up to you, but I promise you that I will have my way with you. Either that or the video goes to Janice. You can destroy that one if you wish," she said, as though she was reading my mind, "but it isn't the original. Now it's time for you to decide if you want me to rape you, share some great sex, or send out the video. It's up to you."

My slumping shoulders must have been the only signal that she needed because she smiled wrapped her hand around my cock and balls. "I knew I could get you to cooperate," she said, pulling me to her by my cock. "Now let's get serious."

She pushed me back to the couch and started a slow strip. My cock was like a flag pole as she stripped off the sweatshirt and allowed her breasts their freedom. I was grateful that she didn't wear a bra but then she really didn't need one. She was about a 36 C or D, firm as a ripe melon, with nipples that stood out proudly, long and begging. Her sweats went next and she stood before me in nothing but black thongs. Good Lord, what a body. Damn, I was hard as a rock with pre﷓cum slipping down over my knob. 

She crawled up on the couch then, straddling me, with her hands on the back of the couch. That put her wet pussy right at the same level as my face. "Eat me," she ordered, as she spread herself as wide as her knees would allow. I put my head back and reached my tongue up to lick over her thighs and the edge of her pussy lips. She moaned and pushed into my face, forcing me to reach up and spread her pussy open, while my tongue dove into her core, then started lapping at her. I love to eat a woman. I love the drama, the emotions, the eroticism of her sounds and her actions. The more audible they are, the more I try to make them moan, groan, mewl, gasp and beg for more. The ultimate high is the sound of the orgasm building, tearing them apart as my tongue lashes at their clit and into the special little spot just below it. When they slip over the top, I am in heaven. 

When she came, she gushed. It's something every man dreams of but most women can't accomplish. She filled my mouth over and over again with her hot cum and I sucked every drop of her I could handle. It covered my face, my throat and my chest and I loved every minute of it. 

I held her to me while I lapped at her thighs and up her ass crack to caress that hot button with my tongue. She gasped and opened herself to me while I licked into it, trying to get my tongue inside. My cock was standing high and anxious as she lowered herself onto me. The walls of her tight pussy engulfed me and pulled me in until she was completely down on me, my cock buried deep inside that hot pussy. I held her there, enjoying the feel of her wetness and the pulsing of her pussy walls until she began moving back and forth, then up and down. I knew I wouldn't last long because it had been just too long since my last piece of ass. She picked up

speed and began gyrating over my cock, banging my balls into me while she moaned almost constantly until I felt her begin to tighten on my cock. It was more than I could handle and I felt my balls tighten to warn of my oncoming climax as the hot cum boiled out of my balls and sprayed her hot pussy with pulse after pulse, filling her, only to run down my cock and over my balls. She crawled off of me and started to lick me clean but I pushed her back on my legs and pulled her legs over my shoulders as I sucked my cum from her and licked her clean. 

She pulled me up and led me to the day bed, dropping face down onto it while I crawled up next to her. 

"Not bad for an old man," she panted  "I think we're both going to enjoy our little adventure." 

I'd forgotten that I was doing this under threat until she reminded me. 

"Look, Cindy, that was great and you have a fantastic body but we just can't keep doing this. Sooner or later, one of us is going to say or do something and we're going to get caught. I can't afford to take that chance."

"Listen to me carefully Rich. Nothing about our situation is changed except that now we both know that sex between us is pretty damned awesome. I have a lot of plans and ideas and nothing you say or do will change them. What you saw on that video is nothing compared to what is on the rest of it. Remember the woman that was going down on you? I've got a video of your cock slipping into her tight ass. Never mind how, I just have. Wonderful science, this computer video program. You and I both know you never fucked anyone in their ass but Janice doesn't know and she wouldn't believe you if you told her you hadn't so lets quit the bull shit and enjoy each other."

I slipped my clothes on without further comment and went for a drive to try to figure things out. Nothing I could say or do would counter the ammunition she had to use against me. I was fucked, literally and factually. I could either accept her terms or move out now and take my licks, a poor choice of words. It was while I was driving that I suddenly realized that I may have just given her the most potent weapon she could get. When I sat on the couch, she pushed me there. Was it possible that it was no accident that she'd chosen that particular spot? Could she have had cameras focused on that spot? If so, I gave her everything she needed to completely control me. I pulled to the side of the road and beat my fisted hands into the steering wheel until I could get rid of the frustration I was feeling. 

I didn't hear from her for over a week but then I walked into the house one evening and saw an empty video mailer lying on the kitchen table. My heart dropped into my shoes. I swallowed hard and walked into the living room trying to act natural. 

"Rich," she began, "why is someone sending me an empty video case? Were you expecting a video from someone?"

"Not that I know of ." I lied. "Probably put the wrong address on it or something. Who knows?"

"But why would anyone send an empty case? That doesn't make any sense at all." I just shrugged my shoulders and picked up the paper.

The next day I waited until Janice went to work, then gave Cindy a call, ready for a knock down all out fight. Of course, I never got the first punch in. As soon as she answered the phone, she went on the attack. 

"That was just a reminder Rich, so you don't forget your obligations."

"That's bull shit, Cindy. I gave you what you wanted, and you turn around and scare the shit out of me? What kind of crap is that?"

"Just a reminder that we aren't done. What you gave me was good, just not enough. Lucky for you I've been on my period this week. I'm back and I'm horny. See you in ten minutes, fifteen tops. The garage door is open."

"Wait a damned minute, Cindy."

"Fifteen minutes tops, Rich. I'm waiting and you know I don't like to be kept waiting." 

I slammed the phone down and cursed the day we moved in to this house. 

I slipped into some jeans and a pullover, pulled on some shoes and took the usual drive into Marge's drive. She wasn't at the bottom of the stairs this time but she called to me, inviting me up stairs. She was standing in the middle of the room, wearing a stretch top that came just below her tits, and bikini panties. She smiled and came over to me. 

"We were in too much of a hurry last time, Rich. Let's slow down and get to know each other's bodies better. Tease me with lots of foreplay before you make me come."

She pulled off my shirt and began chewing and sucking on my nipples while she stroked my face, neck and chest mewling into my skin. I hesitated, but couldn't deny what my body was telling me. She raised up and kissed me several times and I found my hand going to the back of her head to pull our lips into each other as our tongues began their dance. I pulled her top up over her breasts and began rubbing into her, breasts to breasts. Something inside of me said stop, stop. It was no match for the part of me that said more, more. 

She reached down to rub over my now﷓roaring erection which ended any thought of putting up any resistance. I moved her to the day bed and, without letting go of her, laid her down, with me on top. Without much pretense, I descended on her breasts, kissing down the globe to swirl my tongue around her hard nipples. Still moving from breast to breast, I laved my tongue over her nipples several times, then inhaled one as I rolled the other between my fingers. 

She had her hand on the back of my head, forcing my face into her as she thrust her breasts up, urging me on with her moans and pleas for more. 

Sucking her nipple into my lips, I attacked with tongue and lips, stopping occasionally to nibble at the nipple before moving to the other breast. Now she was pushing my head downward and I was glad to oblige. Licking my way down that beautiful body, I paused to play with her navel, then got up, pulling, then nearly ipping her bikini bottoms away from her to throw them on the floor. I stripped quickly, then went to the foot of the day bed and lifter her foot to kiss and suck on her toes. Some women don't care for this but that wasn't the case for her. She began twisting and groaning, urging me, then begging me to lick them. 

I guess I got carried away because she screamed that she needed to come so I licked my way up one leg, then the other, stopping short of my goal, even though she sat up and grabbed my hair and tried to pull me in. I did let her force me to lick and suck on her thighs but when she was getting close, she forced my face in and wrapped her legs around me, jamming it into the very wet pussy lips. 


Caught with My Pants Down



I've been friends with Cindy for almost six years. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding two years ago and we have had a close relationship that hasn't been adversely affected by her marriage. In fact I find her husband Ryan charming and likeable in his own right. And he's never tried to hit on me, which is a first for any of the men I've known in Cindy's life.

I've never understood why so many of her men hit on me. I understand that I'm attractive, 174 centimetres (about five-eight American readers), 54 kilos, brunette, slim figure with small B cup boobs. I'm told I have something of a pixie shaped face with naughty eyes and a cheeky smile. But Cindy is quite different. Blonde, 157 cm (about five two), 50 kilos with C cups that turn heads largely because she wears tops that reveal her deep cleavage and full roundness. She's bubbly where I'm more reserved, gets giggly drunk after two champagnes compared to my deep, dark ramblings after ten bourbons, dances at the drop of a hat whereas I need to be drunk and dragged onto the dance floor.

Is it a case of opposites? Men confuse me...but they please me at times too.

A few weeks ago she told me that she was heading off for an Avon salesperson love in. A weekend in a coastal resort and after a few days of badgering (and she confided to me that she promised naughty sex), Ryan had agreed to tag along. Knowing him as well as I feel I do I suspect he was willing to go at the outset but held out for the promise of naughty sex. The thought brought a smile to my face. So Cindy rang me and asked if I could babysit for them while they were away. Her babies being three Siamese cats that I called Huey, Duey and Louey and she called something else. I have no love for cats, but I love Cin and so I agreed. They'd be gone for three days, leaving Friday morning and returning around midday Monday. 

So on the Saturday morning I drove across town with the top of my VW convertible down, enjoying a rare day of winter's sunshine and singing loudly, (and badly) to Muse. I like music the way I like my alcohol; strong and long winded. I arrived at their rather spacious MacMansion in a fine mood, parking in the courtyard at the rear of the house as Cin said I could, intending to give my baby a bath once I had checked the health and mental well being of her triplets. I lived in an apartment block with only undercover parking where washing was strictly verboten. The chance to give the VW a good wash and wax without racing the timer on a coin operated car wash was too good to pass up. 

The key was in the peg basket as promised and I let myself in to confront the mewing, rubbing and hissing that always greeted me on arrival at their place. Why her cats, in fact all cats, took a shine to me was as mysterious as Cindy's men. Maybe that was the issue, I didn't like them so they tried hard to change my mind. 

Changing the kitty litter was one of the more disgusting experiences of my year and I made a mental note to ask for an extra bottle of bourbon as payment if I was asked to do this again. The cat food wasn't on the kitchen bench but in the pantry...alongside Ryan's favourite tinned sardines, which made me smile again. Gourmet cat food...all the way from Thailand I noted. Fed, the cats left me alone as I retrieved my small bag from the car and walked through to the spare room that had been my night's retreat more than once. I changed out of my jeans and top and into a pair of running shorts and a green bikini top. Dressed this way I could get as wet as I wanted, clean the car and then get changed for the drive home.

I was humming Muse's "Knights of Cydonia" as I walked back through the living room, but stopped suddenly when I saw the screen saver was on the huge LCD television that dominated the room. 

'Hello?' My voice sounded loud and I almost jumped. 'Is someone here?' I waited in silence. 'Ryan, Cin?' I walked halfway up the stairs to the landing and called out again, wondering if they had stayed home and were still in bed. A quick tour of the house told me that no one was home. 

Returning to the living room, I found the remote control was sitting on the coffee table beside the sofa and pressed the power button. Instead of turning off the tv, the DVD player below it lit up and came to life. The remote was one of those multi function devices that drive me insane. I stared at the remote's screen trying to decipher the symbols, when Abba's "Dancing Queen" quietly filled the room. I looked at the screen to see an image of Cindy and Ryan dancing their bridal waltz, and written underneath was "Wedding Video -- the Director's Cut". I had seen the video more than once, their wedding had been a heap of fun. In the bottom of screen in the corner was another word -- "Extras". My copy of the DVD didn't have this choice.

I used the remote to select "Extras", and after a momentary delay two pictures appeared, one of Cindy in a minidress and high heels, the spray of her blonde hair obviously captured mid-dance, the other of Ryan in a pair of bike shorts, his rather nicely muscled body covered in what appeared to be a sheen of sweat. He was big on exercise. Underneath Cindy's picture was "Dancing Queen", and underneath Ryan's "The Happy Groom".

Curious I sat on the sofa and selected Cindy's picture only because it was the default one. Dancing Queen started up again, this time to the moving image of Cindy in her mini-dress. Her hair was somewhat mussed and I could see by the slight stagger as she walked through the doorway and into shot that she had been drinking. In fact I was guessing that she had just arrived home from a big night out. The minidress was jade green and with the black strappy heels she looked like Jezebel the Temptress herself.

'Oooh I love this song babe!' she squealed, then fell against the wall. 

'Well dance for me babe.' Ryan's voice was much louder, revealing that he was the cameraman. For the next minute I watched with a wide smile as Cindy danced with growing confidence to her favourite song of all time. Even as drunk as she was she could dance with the best of them, as though the part of her brain that controlled dance moves was hidden behind a membrane that was somehow impervious to alcohol. 

'Strip for me Cin!' And before I could react she had slipped the top of her mini dress off her shoulders and bunched it down around her waist. Her breasts were barely encased in a flesh coloured, strapless bra and they bobbed and swayed with every step. My smile was gone now and I suddenly felt like an intruder. But I watched on, as unable to stop as those bystanders drawn to the scene of a car accident by the unexpected and loud crash.

'Yeah honey,' Ryan called in encouragement, and in response she turned her back to him, and me, and shimmied the dress down over her hips and kicked it free. Her butt was tight and peach shaped, clad in a pair of green knickers that matched the dress. It was a very nice butt. She turned back to the camera and looked into the lens, and out at me, with a look of supreme self confidence that revealed her full sex appeal. I felt my nipples harden under the sheer material of my bikini top and didn't need to look down to know that they were protruding. 

She danced for maybe thirty more seconds before reaching back to release her bra, and I reached for the stop button. But I froze, hating myself but wanting to see more. It appeared that Cindy had been to at least one strip show in her life, which I found hard to believe, but after releasing her bra catch she clutched it to her breasts with one hand, squashing the flesh upwards, while her other hand flailed her golden hair outwards and as she danced with ever more provocative thrusts of her hips.

'That's my dancing queen!' Ryan shouted. She flung the bra at him then, both hands behind her head and her chest pushed forward along with the green triangle that covered her sex. Her breasts sagged a little, given their size and the fact that they were natural, there was no possibility that they wouldn't. But it was a soft gentle sag and her nipples pointed straight ahead. Her stomach was flat, with well defined but feminine muscles that surprised me, given that dancing at clubs once or twice a week was all the exercise she took.

'Get it out baby,' she yelled, her breasts swaying as she did. She began to prance again, turning her back and wiggling her butt at the camera, pouting over her shoulder, then straightening her legs, bending forward and looking through them at the camera, her hair falling to the floor.

Then she rolled her knickers down, her stance revealing her hairless sex and I gasped, feeling my own sex tingle in desire. She threw them on the floor, and stood in another aggressive pose, hands on hips dressed only in her high heels. 

'Nice,' she smiled and at that moment the camera dipped forward and I was looking at an initially blurry image of an erect cock. The auto focus snapped into action and I gasped as I realised that I was looking at Ryan's erection, his thumb and forefinger stroking his length -- all on the giant LCD tv that made it look two feet tall. But it was big, I could tell from the ratio of the width of his fingers to the length of the shaft. 

Then the camera lifted and Jezebel was standing there, Dancing Queen no more as the song faded out and instead of supreme confidence she wore a look of unbridled lust.

'I wan' you in me babe,' she murmured, stepping closer and cupping her breasts. Then the image faded out and I was left in silence with the "extras" menu back on the screen. My whole body tingled and I realised that I was panting a little. It was as much from the raw sexuality of what I had witnessed as well as the voyeuristic element of my situation.

I hesitated for what felt like minutes, but was probably not more than thirty seconds, before selecting the image of Ryan. I wanted to see more of him now, and was feeling a sense of disappointment that he hadn't hit on me. Not that I would've responded in a positive way, I valued my friendship with Cindy far too much to have ever given more than a polite cold shoulder to the advances of her men.

I wondered if I was about to witness the reverse of what I had seen, or the continuation, but in fact it was neither. Cindy and Ryan's bedroom appeared, the camera positioned somewhere in the corner looking across the bed and into the walk in robe and their en suite. I stared in rapt fascination as Ryan appeared in the doorway to the bathroom brushing his teeth, glancing towards the end of the bed where I knew they had a television. His hair was damp and tousled and he was wearing only a white towel, and it was a safe assumption on my part that he had just finished showering. The towel was drawn tightly around his slim waist and my eyes were drawn to his prominent bulge. His upper torso was tight and muscled without being overdone. I wondered if his legs and buttocks were smooth and hairless as was his chest. 

The tingling started up in my body again and I squirmed in anticipation. It appeared that he was unaware of the presence of the camera. He turned and disappeared back into the bathroom, presumably to rinse, and I admired his equally shapely back and shoulders. Cindy had done well for herself.

When he reappeared the towel was gone. His penis hung slackly, swaying due to its length and his movement. A small animalistic growl found its way out of my throat and at that moment the triplets decided to pay me a visit. I felt very guilty then, as though they would tell on me when Cindy returned. On screen Ryan had fished a pair of satin boxers from his bedside drawer, slipped them on and reclined on the bed to watch the telly. I hit the pause button.

I shooed the cats from the room and locked them in the kitchen. Their prying, all knowing eyes were too much for me, and I couldn't relax whilst in their presence. 

I hit play and sunk down onto the sofa again, and as if on cue Cindy emerged from the walk in robe.

'Oh wow!' Both Ryan and I spoke at the same time. This time the blonde bombshell was wearing a crimson negligee that allowed considerable cleavage and heaving bosom to be on view, tucked tight around her small waist and fell to her knees whilst revealing the full length of her legs due to the waist high slits in the side. Her hair was curled on her head in a series of plaits held in by pins and clips. She was gorgeous.

'Turn the telly off Ryan,' she said. 'I think I might be more interesting than some car race.'

Ryan complied, flicking the remote up and then placing it on the bedside table. Cindy walked towards him, stopping alongside his knee. 

'Do you want me to be a good girl tonight...or a bad girl?'

'A bad girl,' Ryan responded, sounding a little out of breath already. His boxers were beginning to rise. 

'Well I'm your bad girl.' She moved a little closer now, her breasts threatening to fall out of their flimsy prison. 'So tell me what you want me to do.'

'Kneel,' he said almost straight away. 'No, on the floor,' he added as she went to climb on the bed. Cindy did as she was told, her eyes holding his the entire time. I knew then that Cindy had placed the camera and had done something to hide it from his view. She had worked the angle well.

'Suck my cock,' he murmured and at once she freed his almost full erection from their satin confines. She broke her eye contact then and lowered her mouth to his length, engulfing almost half his considerable length; I estimated that it had to be eight inches long; and beginning a languid sucking action. As she did she looked across the room and straight into the lens of the camera. I almost came at that and realised where the title of "The Happy Groom" had come from. I squeezed my thighs together, then pinched my left nipple, before deciding that with the cats locked up I was guaranteed my privacy. I pulled my bikini top up off my breasts so that it sat above them, then pushed my shorts and panties down and over my feet, kicking them to the side. Spreading my legs I began to rotate the tip of my forefinger over the sensitive bud of my clitoris, sending showers of pleasure through my abdomen and belly. 

I squirmed as I watched Ryan thrust his hips upwards wanting more of Cindy's mouth. She was taking all but maybe the last inch or two, her hand tightly gripping the base. She continued doing this until Ryan arched his back, then she pulled off suddenly. 

'Oh no, don't stop!' His voice was rough and ragged.

'You can come in my mouth later,' she promised, 'but I need to be fucked first.' 

'Get up here,' he said and she slid on top of him, their mouths mashing together and their bodies tangling into a passionate knot of lust. They rolled over so that Ryan was on top and Cindy pulled her legs up and out and I watched as his length, rock hard now, pushed into her. Then their union was hidden from my view as their flesh slapped together. 

'Tell me a fantasy,' she gasped. 

'What one?' He gasped back.

'Its your night, you pick.' He slowed down and then slid from her body, his cock slick and shiny and bobbing as he squatted back between her parted thighs. He reached out and began to stroke her clit with his thumb and Cindy's reaction told me she liked it. I squeezed my clit and felt the buzzing, then slid my middle finger into myself, feeling the wetness enclose me and draw me in. I added my forefinger and used my other hand to stimulate my clitoris.

'I'm going to pretend you're Alex,' he said. 

'Oh fuck yeah,' Cindy gasped and threw her head back. I froze. Me? He did say my name.

'I'm going to fuck Alex very hard from behind, punish her little slut body.' Part of me was horrified, but I suppressed it knowing I'd deal with that later. Most of my body wanted to come, my brain wanted to watch, so I wasn't stopping now.

Cindy sat up and in one motion pulled her negligee up over her head, revealing that tempting naked body once again. Ryan flipped Cindy onto her front and at once she pushed back and up to accept him doggy style. As she did so she turned slightly to make them mostly side on to the camera. As he entered her she thrust back and looked into the lens again. 

'Fuck Alex for me Ryan baby, fuck her hard, I want her to come on your big cock.' She stared out of the screen and at me as she spoke. And as he fucked her. He grunted his agreement and gripping her waist began to pound into her mercilessly. I came then, wrapped around my own fingers and as I did I rolled sideways on the sofa. 

Ryan was standing in the doorway from the garage slightly behind where I sat. Not on the screen, but in the room where I was sitting, watching him fuck his wife while they pretended she was me. He was sweaty, wearing a pair of running shorts that were stretched tight in a pyramid formed by his erection. 

'Oh fuck!' I screamed and rolled onto the floor scrabbling for my shorts and trying to pull my top into place.

'No please!' he yelled. 'Don't stop, please don't stop.' I stopped, pushing my front against the sofa to hide my naked form from him. We stared wide eyed at each other, but I lost when I couldn't resist looking at his bulge. 

'God you're a good fuck Alex.' He spoke from behind me. From his bedroom, but without the picture showing me Cindy wrapped on his cock I could easily imagine it was me. I shuddered. 

'Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her,' Cindy chanted breathlessly.

Ryan's eyes didn't leave me, then he simply pushed his shorts down, letting his monstrous cock free. 

'Can I sit next to you and watch?' He didn't wait, he simply walked in around the front of the sofa and stepped past me to sit at the other end. 

'Ryan, we can't...'

'No, not with each other, but to ourselves.' 

'No contact,' I said.

'None.'

'Fuck her tight cunt Ryan, she's gonna cum!' Cindy was loud and I had to watch, so I returned to the sofa. I knew I should have grabbed my clothes and left, but I couldn't. I was compromised in so many ways that Ryan sitting on the other end of the sofa stroking that magnificent member hardly seemed to matter. 

Cindy was squealing, grunting and squirming as Ryan rode her like a bucking bull. As her orgasm subsided, Ryan pulled out of her and sat on the bed.

'Suck my cock Alex,' he ordered. At once Cindy turned and lay in front of him, lifting her head to take his swollen tip into her mouth that was now smeared with her lipstick. 

'Oh,' Ryan murmured, the real Ryan. His hand was lazily pumping his shaft and I found it too easy to go back to twiddling my own clit. We sat there for the next few minutes as Cindy gave him head, until he pulled free again and instructed her to roll onto her back. 

Ryan slid up her body, and they began to sixty nine, him thrusting into her mouth and his mouth clamped between her legs. Cindy used her hand on his abdomen to stop him thrusting all the way into her throat. Her breasts bounced as he fucked her mouth, his buttocks, which were hairless incidentally, flexed as he moved.

I could feel another climax approaching, and went over the edge as Ryan lay on his back and Cindy impaled herself, facing the camera and looking at me again. Her hairless lips revealed everything as she stretched easily to accommodate his girth. They fucked for only a few minutes before Ryan announced he was going to come. The on-screen Ryan that was. 

'On your knees Alex,' he ordered and she slipped off the bed, again facing the camera. Ryan knelt before her, but on the bed so his cock was right in her face. She reached up and began to stroke it using well practiced movements. 

'Yeah, yeah, yeah Alex, take it on your face, in your mouth you little slut.' The real Ryan grunted and I could see his hand speeding up. I glanced at him and saw his face was red and his eyes glued to me. On a whim I slid from the sofa and crawled along the floor, kneeling before him. 




Caught with My Pants Down



'Come on my face,' I murmured. I could hear him on screen and turning slightly I watched from the corner of my eye as his load shot onto Cindy's chin, across her nose and one eye, then he moved closer and directed the last streams into her mouth. She gulped them down readily. I looked up and saw he was watching the screen, then as the picture faded back to the menu screen, he moved forward and looked down at me. I focussed on his cock, avoiding his eyes and that intimate connection. 

'Oh yeah Alex, oh yeah you little slut, here it comes, take it.' His first spurt was huge, and hot, hitting my cheek below my right eye and sliding down onto my breast. The next hit my lips so I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him fill it. He moved closer, grunting as he fought to maintain his aim, his cock only a centimetre from my mouth, his come splashing against my tongue, coating it and my teeth. Just as I was about to pull away he collapsed against the sofa, his breathing ragged and rapid. Our eyes met as I closed my mouth and swallowed, his come thick, salty and bitter but I fought the gag reflex as it ran down the back of my throat. I wiped the come off my cheek and into my mouth, then leaned forward to lick what I could from my breast. 

'Oh fuck yeah,' he groaned.

Then I grabbed my shorts and knickers and ran into the spare room. I didn't bother to shower or change, I simply grabbed my other clothes and fled towards my car. He was standing, naked except for his running shoes which I hadn't noticed before, in front of the sink.

'Bye,' I said and tried to move past into the laundry and out the back.

'Wait Alex...'

'No, I've gotta...'

'Yeah, I know, but what are you going to tell Cin?'

'Tell Cin?! You've got to be fucking joking? Nothing. What are you going to...?'

'Nothing, nothing. I'll just tell her that you came over and we had a coffee and that's it.'

'Right, a coffee.' Then I began to laugh.

'What?'

'Didn't like the milk much,' I gasped. I was laughing hard now and it must've been contagious because Ryan started laughing then. 

'Sorry, about that, and the whole DVD and the mix up,' he offered when we had regained our composure.

'So why are you here?'

'Work called this morning, the system crashed and I need to head up the secondary recovery team after lunch. I went out through the garage for my usual run then came home and there you were...' He shrugged and put down his water. 'Cin said she'd call you from the airport.'

'Bad call to forget,' I giggled.

'Yeah.' His eyes ran across my body and I saw his cock rise. He seemed oblivious to the fact that he was still naked. Mostly.

'So do you and Cin think I'm a slut?' I couldn't help but ask.

'No, no, quite the opposite...but fantasy is...you know, fantasy.' I did know. His cock was lengthening.

'Do you want to stay for lunch?' His expression was innocent, his body wasn't.

'Are you hoping to fuck me with that for real?' I nodded towards his erection that was two thirds of the way up. He glanced down and looked horrified at the realisation that I could see all. 

'Oh no, shit, sorry,' he grabbed a tea towel and held it in front of me.

'Bye Ryan,' I said shaking my head but smiling at him. 'I think I'll go home now.'

I didn't have quite the same feeling of euphoria that I had experienced as I had driven to their house, though the weather was still top down weather. I took the car to the car wash and washed it there, ensuring that I got soap onto my chest and face. I caught two teenage boys ogling me as they vacuumed their souped up Hyundai and when I was finished I lifted my top and gave them a quick flash. They high fived each other and I drove away feeling naughty but happy.

As far as I know Ryan never mentioned the encounter to Cindy...other than the mix up and me having a cup of coffee. With milk.

And Ryan I added to the list of her men who had hit on me.



Caught with My Pants Down



The early morning sun shone into my student apartment that beautiful May morning. First Year exams were finished, there was no more revising to do, it was relaxation at last. 'Nothing to do. This is going to be my freedom.' I thought.

I would often wake up with a hard on but that morning I felt like doing something really sexy. Just lying in bed and masturbating seemed a bit boring, I wanted something more adventurous. As I looked at the side wall where the sun was shining, I wished I could expose my naked body but I couldn't get in that position. 

But the thought of being naked in the sun thrilled me. I would find concealed places where I could sun bathe naked and so it was that I began to picture a certain spot I knew on the canal tow-path. I had been going there on free afternoons to do revision. I would lie in just a pair of brief shorts to catch as much sun as possible. It was a patch among long grass some metres from the pathway. Young leafy shoots were everywhere and insects buzzed around. It made me want to strip off but it would have got me into trouble.

A couple of times I got wolf whistled by joggers but I was never sure if it was because they thought I was girl. It would have been understandable because I would lie on my front as it was easier to read and yea. I've got quite a bum really. Well I mean I used to get teased about it at school where I got teased by the girls as much as the boys. I sort of liked it and when those guys whistled it made me get excited. I wanted guys to notice me so I hoped perhaps they did realise I was a guy and perhaps they really did want me.

Anyway it was still only 5 am, there would be no one around, so I quickly got up and made my way to the spot. It was strategically placed because in one direction the tow path came straight from the town and you could see anyone coming from a long way off. The other way was round a bend but it went into open country so no one would come that way so early in the morning.

The weather was perfect with a hot day promised and the sun was not too strong. Not enough to give me a tan you might say but to be honest I wasn't really there for the tan but for the thrill of being in the nude. Apart from the distant sound of traffic it was really quiet so I decided to go a step further.

I liked masturbating with a plug up my bum so I had brought a nice slim one and some cream. Time went on and nothing happened so I slipped it up my bum. It always gave me a thrill as it felt like there was someone inside me.

"Hi Carl! Good to see you about so early in the morning. We're just keeping fit now the season's over you know. Want to join us?" 

It was disaster! These were guys I knew from school. It was so utterly embarrassing for me and I was in such a mad panic scrambling to get my pants on that in doing so the plug popped out of my bum in front of them all.

"Hey I'm really really sorry about this. Oh shit it's so embarrassing!" I said covering my eyes. One of them called Sandy put his hand on my shoulder.

"Look Carl we're all human beings. Didn't you know that?" the others laughed easily. "If there's one thing you learn in the Rugby club it's that you need to be broad minded. Hey look, I mean it, why not jog back with us yea?" I thought quickly 'either I agree or go away feeling wretched for the rest of the day' so I agreed.

"'There's never any shame in showing your needs', or that's what they say" commented Brian.

"Who says? Sounds like you just made that up Brian but anyway it does rather make certain needs rather clear doesn't it" replied Hank

"What's all this about needs?" Ian asked.

"Oh come on Ian get with it" then I just heard Brian whisper in his ear. "You saw he had it up him, it's fucking obvious what he needs."

"Look what are you up to these days? I suppose with your exams over you'll be going home." Ian was jogging alongside me but we weren't going all that fast in fact as we got nearer to the town we had slowed to a walk.

"No fear." I replied "I'm not going straight home because for one thing my rent is paid up to the end of June and besides I'll only get my dad going on at me all the time."

"'Be a man my boy.' he'll say will he?" Hank suggested from behind but Ian just went on.

"No seriously if you're looking for something in the vacation, I mean we're desperately in need of a grounds man. It would be perfect, it would just suit you. I mean if there was anything heavy or something we're always around to help" I suppose with my slim smooth arms and legs I didn't look too much like 'muscle man'.

"Yea sure we'd help wouldn't we?" the others all seemed to reply together. We had stopped and they were all around me now with eager faces. "You see we've interviewed a hell of a lot of people." He hesitated a moment. "Look if you say 'yes' the job is yours right?" he seemed very confident and affirmative.

So it was the classic case of an offer that cannot be refused. It did seem a bit strange to be offered a job just after being caught with my pants down and rather literally too. But I was innocent enough to think that was all there was to it.

"Hey Carl that's terrific. You're our boy aren't you." said Brian patting his hand on my bum. "Hey he could be Team Mascot." 

"No don't be silly, he's not a kid! How old are you by the way?" asked Ian

"I'm just eighteen I replied honestly"

"That's great" he said as we arrived at the club house. I really don't know why I had never suggested branching off back to my apartment. "I'm going to take you, or er sorry." he hesitated with a grin. "We are going to take you to see the tool shed" I noticed Hank had stayed in the club house with a promise of being back right away. Ian had his hand on my bare arm. "Look" he said as stood amid assorted mowers, "I know these are old machines but really we are here to help you" the other two seemed very keen to say 'yes'. "I mean grass grows like hell at this time of year and we just want to keep it down. You see we don't play a lot of Rugby in the summer months but we do Seven a Sides at weekends and the odd bit of training to keep ourselves fit don't we lads."

At that point Hank retuned with a small packet which he handed to Ian. "Thanks Hank." then he turned to me. "Carl." he said a bit dramatically while grinning at the others "I think we are rather aware that we had interrupted something earlier, I mean." At this point he had his hand up the back of my T shirt on my bare flesh. "we all have our needs, I mean you're not the only one."

Brian suddenly took off his shirt off right in front of me. It sort of took my breath away, the guy was so muscular and manly I felt hypnotised by his broad hairy chest and fabulous pectorals. The others watched while he advanced looking me in the eyes. He was undoing his waist buckle in a very suggestive way. But when I looked down the huge bulge in the front of his shorts looked larger than life.

"Come on Carl." he said drawing me down towards him. "You're going to have to get to know all of us." I was a bit hesitant but he guided my hand to his zip and in seconds his massive meat pole was out of his pants and pointing straight at me. Oh wow how could I get to the real thing so quickly. He was so lovely, all pink and shiny and skin tightly clinging to his superb shaft. I could feel the heat of his raging cock on my cheeks as I went gingerly to lick his tip. But at once he pulled my head down so his whole length was buried on my mouth and almost down my throat. I felt his balls in his long dangling scrotum as my nose was buried in his thick pubic hairs.

Ian, Sandy and Hank were now in the nude too and I sensed they were behind me somewhere because very soon I felt my pants being taken down. "You won't be needing that dildo anymore Carl because we have something a bit more natural on offer haven't we." Hank was saying and I felt their hands on my bare buttocks.

I was still licking and sucking the whole length of Brian's amazing dick when I began to feel fingers exploring my slit. I was getting wildly excited as I felt them nearing my cherry. I had never experienced someone else exploring my anus before. "Hey Ian pass us that cream." I heard Hank say. But if that was exciting it was something to what happened next.

I could see Hanks huge naked body in the corner of my eye. He was hairy all over and had just taken a condom from the packet and began to put it on his rigid cock so I beckoned him over. I was still sucking Brian but I wanted to fit it for him. But as Brian pulled away Hank shoved his monster cum-pump straight in my mouth. Oh fuck! Nothing tastes as good as another man's cock! And that wasn't all and as the other two were in the nude too, need I explain? Have you never seen naked rugby men? They are all so fit and strong, not just pectorals and biceps but massively strong running thighs. And their tight buttocks are enough to drive anyone crazy.

So as I was sucking Hank I could feel the others hot erections rubbing against my thighs. As they were getting nearer my bum hole I got to sucking him harder. Suddenly Hank caught his breath, he was about to shoot. He quickly withdrew from my mouth and went behind me and oh shit! In seconds, not even that, I felt his knob on my cherry. This was total! He was pushing hard at me. My poor sphincter had never been stretched like this before. But this was no plug, this was a man. I saw his huge body behind, his bulging tight muscles and hairy thighs. He was desperately trying to hold back. But oh boy! The pain was excruciating as he set about forcing his way into my asshole. He still hadn't quite got into me properly when I felt his squirts coming up inside. His knob was buried in my outer sphincter. He yelled out loud as his powerful male genitals exploded in a massive orgasm. I felt him pumping loads of his man spunk and he pushed ever harder into my poor boy cunt. It hurt like hell, I'd never taken anything this big before. Then suddenly I seemed to yield, it was such a feeling! Could this be it? Yes I could feel it. his whole length, his mighty massive meat pole was coming right up my bum. This huge guy Hank was inside me. He had conquered me. It was every dream I had ever had and a thousand times better. As I felt his pubic bush against my buttocks he spurted his last jizz deep into my bottom. Hank was puffing as if he'd just run the length on the pitch and scored a try with opposing players in hot pursuit. As I watched him withdraw his sticky fuck pole from my ass I felt so flattered that I had just been fucked by such a fabulous guy.

"Just go straight for shower Hank we won't bother with these." Ian said tossing the packet of condoms aside. I wanted to suck him first before he came up my asshole. He had the most sensitive cock of them all. As soon as I took his hood between my lips Ian was groaning loudly. Meanwhile Brian whose cock I had already experienced orally was now poised rigid and horizontal. He looked ready, he was going to pump my bum hole and fill me with his virile spunk.

I went so crazy when I felt his beautiful pink 'injector pump' entering my boy cunt that I lost all restraint with Ian's cock. His whole genitals were sexy beyond description, I loved his firm fit body but then he started shouting out saying things like "Oh you fucking bitch you pansy sissy you're going to. Ah!" he pumped my mouth full with copious man-cream so much I couldn't contain it all between my lips. My whole face was covered in his cum as simultaneously Brian's dick jerked as he released a flood of his lovely warm fuck fluids somewhere deep inside my rectum.

Sandy was next but he wanted me on the floor and as it was too dirty and oily in the shed, he carried me out on the grass where he fucked me legs up in front of everyone. Yea actually there were more guys by now as the shouting had attracted attention. Sandy, with help from some of them, forced my legs right back and screwed my jizz laden boy cunt like hell. The others had done me bending over, that was exciting enough but Sandy was screwing his long stiff fuck pole all around inside my rectum. He was rough looking and unshaven with tattoos on his forearms and his biceps which bulged with intimidating size. He gazed into my eyes while he probed the most sensitive places inside me. He was sending me into wild orgasms. I lay there tossing my head from side to side as he screwed my ass harder and harder. Finally Sandy made a very public showing of raw fucking me and fertilising my effeminate body. I noticed the others squatting on their haunches and watching me getting it at close up. I can honestly say Sandy fairly dosed my bottom or should I say 'irrigated' me. Lots of cum oozed from my hole when he withdrew and there were shouts of "Oh yea let's go for it." from the audience.

So Ian tried to control the six or seven new comers whose eyes were latched on to my slimy asshole where Sandy had just withdrawn his 'delivery hose'. 

I didn't know some them but there was no time for introductions except the most physical as each in turn drove their rock hard dicks straight up my ever more freshly fucked boy cunt. I could feel my bum filling up as each one squirted me inside and pumped their man cum into my naked body. I never saw one of their cocks limp, these guys seemed permanently hard. Surely I wasn't that sexy.

So at least ten guys had done me by the end. Is it shameful if I say I had lost count as I think some did me twice? Anyway I was exhausted. They had provoked me into countless orgasms as they kept probing my gland but with their huge cocks constricting my internal semen tubes I had no chance to ejaculate.

In the end the they took me to the club house only allowing me to wear a rugby top so I would stand by the bar with my bare bottom. On the way over with me feeling cum oozing from between my buttocks and with a very slimy sticky feeling between my thighs as we walked, Ian explained that they would be doing a three week tour abroad during the summer teaching people in different countries how to play rugby. "We want you to come with us" he said firmly.

"Why? Do you want me to cut grass all over Spain and Portugal?" I asked

"No you see" and he dropped his voice. "We've had a few problems in the past with local girls. You know Rugby players are a bit of a draw and they get a bit randy when they are away. It's just that it can get us into trouble, you know bad publicity and that sort of thing. I thought if we had you with us it might sort of ease some of the pressure". 

"What about the grass while we are away? it will grow a lot in three weeks you know." I replied.

Ian laughed at me. "So if that's all you're worried about I take it that it's a 'yes'" 

He also reminded me that there would be a Seven a Sides game on Saturday and that I would be required in the showers after the game. It sounded more like an order than an invitation but that's the way a captain gives instructions.

"Three cheers for our new Groundsman!" Ian toasted me in the club house as I was aware that slimy cum was oozing from my cleavage. "Carl, I hereby welcome you as an honorary member of this club and for your generosity in allowing us contact with your handsome self I am now prepared to grant you whatever your next wish shall be". I am not usually quick witted but I remembered what Ian had shouted as he jacked into my mouth. 

"Then if I'm a bitch and a pansy then my little sissy dick is gonna fuck your tight ass Ian and I gonna do you right up your fucking bum hole!" I said daringly having gathered and handful of spunk from between my buttocks and applied to my prick.

My cock was raging hard. I drove my slime laden dick between his muscular buns and into his hairy ass. He tried to clasp his cheeks but it just squeezed my cock and that sent me wild. I applied more spunk to his slit then I went for his hole. I just went for his cunt! I was going to fuck the hell into this strong fit guy and show everyone that I could give as good as I could take. "You can take my sissy spunk up your man-hole" I shouted as I felt my long withheld boy cum spurt through the tiny hole in my tip. I saw Ian wince as I shot it up him. It was easily the most satisfying moment of the day. These guys not only wanted to fuck me but I showed how I could fuck too. I vowed, in my somewhat higher pitched voice and amongst much cheering and raised glasses, that I wouldn't spare a single asshole in that club until I had fucked everyone of them.

They had started by offering me white wine at the bar but I told them I wasn't a girl and I needed a man's drink. After all after I had just done a man's job (hole). That brought more cheering.

The grounds job was OK too.



Caught With My Pants Down



She came quickly when I slipped my tongue into her but wouldn't let go of my head, so I continued to attack her outer lips, slipping my tongue between them, then moving up and down over the slit, allowing it to slide into her as far as it could. She still had my head in vice﷓like grip as I sucked on her clit, pulling it into my lips, but she let me go to start thrusting her hips into me. I opened her with my fingers and began plunging my tongue into her, stopping once in a while to attack her clit again. I lost track of the number of times she came, but I never stopped until I sucked hard on her clit and caught it in my teeth. She nearly screamed when she came and I got rewarded with a face full of hot cum, which is what I was going for. I let her come down but kept teasing her clit with soft tongue strokes until she pushed me away, begging me to stop. 

Before she came completely down, I crawled up and buried my cock in her hot pussy in one push. She came off the bed, then began ramming her hips into me, pleading for me to go faster and shove harder until I was ramming into her so hard, she had to hold on to keep from being pushed off the bed. She reached down and pulled her knees to her and I whipped in and out of her until neither of us could hold back any more, both reaching our climax at the same time. I held it in her, pushing hard, feeling the pulse of her orgasm moving over my cock, milking me until I started to get limp. 

There was no energy left in either of us so I collapsed beside her and for nearly an hour, we held each other, stroked each other, kissed and nibbled together until we fell asleep, exhausted. 

I'd fought the good fight, but in the end, I never had a chance. All I could hope for now was discretion on her part, and a desperate hope that she was true to her word. She had me, as they say, right by the short hairs.

When I woke, I shot off the bed, and ran to get my watch which I'd put on the card table. 

"You've got plenty of time," she told me, without moving from the bed.

"Thank God," I replied. Amazingly, I'd only slept a little over a half hour. I still had almost two

hours before I had to be home. Just in case she got off early though, which she occasionally does, I wanted to be home sooner than that. 

When I sat back on the bed, she sat up and ran her hands over my back and shoulders, then crawled over to lay her head on my shoulder. "You're still fighting this aren't you?" she asked.

"It's not you that I'm fighting, Cindy, it's what I'm doing, not who I'm doing it with. I've never cheated on her before."

"No," she replied, "no, you haven't," she admitted, "but I want you to think about something, Rich. If all I wanted was to get laid, we both know I have no shortage of guys that would give me that. Not that I'd be caught in the same room with them, but they're out there. I did this as much for you as I did for myself. If I hadn't forced you into this, do you think it ever could have happened? You've been walking around, unhappy and unsatisfied for a long, long time. Janice is the one that gave me the idea. She told me that she would have trouble remembering the last time you two had been intimate. If nothing else, I have proved to you that you've been missing out on the passion, and the confirmation that you are still a man, one hell of a man, I might add. I'm not sorry I did it, I'm glad. Your whole attitude has changed and Janice told me the other day that you have been treating her much better now. I wonder why."

I didn't have an answer so I kept my mouth shut. I got up to relieve myself and make a half﷓ assed attempt at cleaning myself up. She came in and stood behind me as I washed, then took the cloth and washed my back, even over my ass cheeks. 

She pushed me toward the shower then and while we waited for the water to stabilize, our lips were locked in desperate desire. She finally pulled away and pulled me into the shower. She washed me from top to bottom, but as much as I wanted it to, my cock just wasn't ready yet.  When she was done, she soaped up the sponge and handed it to me with a look of pure lust in her eyes. 

I washed her slowly and thoroughly paying particular attention to her breasts, especially her nipples, her thighs and that sweet wet pussy, then turned her to wash her ass. I swear I felt like my hands were shaking as I moved over those beautiful globes, the into the valley, separating the cheeks to attend to the puckered button. When I moved over it, she moaned and pushed into my hands so I spent a little extra time there. It was so tempting but I didn't want to assume anything so I just went on down to wash her pussy again. My cock was standing at attention so I dropped the sponge and moved against her, thrusting into her. She turned suddenly and took me in her arms.                          

"I know what you'd like right now Rich, but I'm not ready for that. I'm not saying no, just not yet."

I followed her out of the shower, toweling off quickly as we went. When we reached the bed, she paused to arrange a pillow, then she released a padded bar that I hadn't noticed before, letting it drop down to hang about two or three feet over the center of the bed. 

Seeing my look of confusion, she kissed me and bent to re﷓arrange the pillow. "There are many things you don't know about me Rich. I've been setting things up for a long time and I think you'll like what I've done."

She climbed on the bed, adjusting the pillow a bit more. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. "I hope your hungry," she said, motioning for me to move to the foot of the bed. As I watched, she lifted her feet up to put them on the bar, raising her ass about six inches or so off the bed. It didn't take me long to decide I liked what she'd done. I almost came when she picked up a remote and pushed a button, which moved the bar away from me, pulling knees high over her chin while her feet moved to the outer ends of the bar. Her ass and pussy were displayed prominently for me.

"Don't keep me waiting, lover," she warned. "I'm all yours."

I decided to take the bold approach, no teasing, no tempting. I dove into her pussy with a vengeance, growling like a bear gone wild. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I pulled it from her pussy like a rag toy, pulling it back and forth. She was nearly screaming but it wasn't from pain, it was from sheer pleasure. Reaching up, I spread her open like a ripe peach and attacked her pussy with my tongue ramming it into her over and over again as she whipped her ass violently, trying to force my face deeper into her. I showed her no mercy, licking her wildly, plunging my tongue into the junction below her clit to move it back and forth. I felt her leg muscles begin to spasm, heard her begging for finality, tasted the beginning of what I knew would be a classic orgasm, then rammed two fingers deep before sucking her clit and chewing tenderly on it. 

To say that her orgasm was monstrous would be an understatement. I'd never heard her scream so loud, never felt her pussy clamp down so hard, never knew her to squirt that much or that hard. It went on and on, even when I began to slowly and tenderly massage her stomach in an attempt to slow it. I moved up and lifted the remote from her table and returned the bar to it's normal position to lower her body to the bed. She was wasted completely. Cum actually poured from her battered pussy but I didn't want to lap at it for fear of causing her pain if her clit was irritated excessively. She lay there, trying to gain her breath, sweat pouring from her whole body. She was so quiet, I didn't know if I should try to hold her or not but when I took her in my arms, she smiled weakly and allowed me to hold her as I kissed her tenderly. After about fifteen minutes of afterglow, I kissed her eyes and face, then her lips. 

"Did I get carried away?" I asked. 

She shook her head and smiled. "It's exactly what I wanted. I needed it hard and fast and you gave me all of that and then some."

For about an hour, we just snuggled, and to tell you the truth, I enjoyed that almost as much as the sex itself...almost. Unfortunately, the clock ran out on us and I had to beat a trail back to the house and tried to look like I'd been home for hours. 

I almost got caught but when I heard the car pull in the drive, I dove into the bathroom and

pretended that I had trouble walking when I came out. I told her that my legs went to sleep while I was sitting on the john, reading a magazine. Still it was a call back to the reality of the dangers in what I was doing and the very real possibility of getting caught or ratted out by someone other than Cindy. I knew pretty well that she wouldn't do that, although if I told her I was quitting, who knows?

The next day, Cindy called to see if I got caught and died laughing when I told her what I'd done. She told me that she'd had the best nights sleep ever before we talked about when we could see each other again. Yeah, I know, I know, I should have just taken my lumps and said no more but would you? I couldn't. Remember, I was getting nothing at home, not even encouraging words. 

It was several weeks before we got together again. I was kind of curious why she didn't call, and to tell you the truth, I missed the sex. When she finally did call, she sounded different, more sensual than threatening if you know what I mean. Of course I didn't resist, I'm not that stupid. 

The amazing thing was, that when I climbed the stairs, she wasn't standing there, naked, as she usually was. The lights were off and only the flickering light of a dozen candles illuminated the room. The bed was turned down and she sat on the couch, a come﷓hither smile on her face. She patted the cushion next to her and the fact that she wasn't naked struck me as strange. I went to sit next to her. We snuggled kissed and petted for quite a long time and my cock was telling me it wanted the whole thing, not just a suggestion of what could be. Her soft moans and mewls told me she wanted me just as much as I wanted her but she repulsed every move I made to get her naked. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. 

"What's going on Cindy?" I inquired. "Am I supposed to rip your clothes off and rape you, or what?"

"Hmmmmmmm," she mused, "maybe we'll save that for another day. I wanted this to be special Rich, I've got some specific plans for today and it doesn't involve knock﷓down, knock﷓out sex. I want to start slow, a little more romantic, and build to a special climax." 

I looked over at the clock but she turned me back. "You don't have to worry, Rich. I happen to know that Janice is working overtime today. She asked me this morning to remind you that she's bringing dinner home with her. Your line was busy, I guess. Do I have some competition?"

"That must have been the mechanic. He called to tell me the parts were in to fix the Impala whenever I get it there."

"We've got lots of time and I want to make it all count. Slow and easy, then building to a big finish. No one will bother us and we don't have to watch the clock." 

She began stripping me, pausing to lick and kiss my nipples, neck and ears. Her soft nibbles on my nipples aroused me more than I would have thought it could. When she reached into my jeans to pull out my cock, she just let it drop while she pulled me jeans down around my knees.  Her tongue rimmed my navel and probed into it's depths, then slid over my body to slip into the

upper thighs, then back up and down the other side. I had my hand on her head, urging her on, occasionally stroking her back and shoulders. She stood then and stripped my jeans off completely and slipped between my legs. She rolled me over on my stomach and started at my shoulders and slowly worked her way down to my ass cheeks. She licked my inner thighs, pausing to suck my flesh into her mouth to nip at it, sending little waves of pleasure through my whole body. Sucking my balls into her mouth, she worked them in and out of her mouth, while licking at the flesh under them with her tongue. If she was trying to drive me crazy, she was succeeding. She worked her way back up, moving through the crease in my ass, brushing her tongue over the anus itself, rimming it, and moving on up to come back down and repeat the action several times. 

I felt her separate the cheeks wide, pulling the flesh tight enough to hurt, then moving down to suck on that sensitive flesh around the hole that was pulsing on its own. I felt the tip of her finger circle the opening then begin probing into me. I tensed when she entered me, slowly working just the tip of her finger in and out of me, then moving deeper with each thrust, until I felt her knuckles pressing into my cheeks. As she moved in and out, she probed for my prostate until she found it, passing over it gently but repeatedly as my cock throbbed. A second finger was added and she began turning her hand about a quarter turn with each movement. 

I've never had my ass probed so deep or so thoroughly but once I got used to it, and remembered who was doing it, it became quite arousing. She pulled her fingers out and rolled me over, returning to her agonizing tease of my thighs and balls until she took my cock in her hand and ran her tongue all the way up the shaft before licking over and into the slit. As she licked over me, her hand slowly slid up and down my shaft and I felt the pressure building. Wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she squeezed hard at the base in an attempt to stifle the rapidly building orgasm, then she engulfed the head, sucking hard on it, while her tongue moved over the base. She pulled it out of her mouth and began running just the tip of her tongue around the puffy base and up the center to penetrate the slit in the end.

I felt my balls throbbing from the pent up pressure and when she went down on me, she released her grip on the shaft. Two times she moved up and own the shaft until the head hit the back of her throat and I shot cum into her in surge after surge. It was one of the strongest climaxes I'd ever experienced in my life. She sucked and lapped up every single drop, milking it down over and over again while her hand massaged my balls with a finger probing my anus. When it was over, she moved over me and we shared my cum, which she had saved in her cheeks. I don't remember ever doing that before either. My balls throbbed like they'd never throbbed before. We snuggled and cuddled while our hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring, stroking, touching, teasing. 

"Rich, there's something I think I should tell you." she muttered, her back turned to me with my arms around her.

"Oh hell, Cindy, I know what you're going to say and I've known it for a long time."

"What are you talking about?" + "You never intended to show Janice those videos."

She laid there quietly but in my mind, I could see her smiling. "Why didn't you call my bluff then?" she finally asked. 

"Don't you know? Oh, I bought into it for a while, but I finally figured you out. Besides, I was getting just as much out of it as you, sometimes even more, and you're right, I never would have done of it on my own, even though I've fantasized about it. I'm glad you did though."

"I was going to admit everything to you today anyway. That's why I wanted today to be so special.  I want the memories to last forever."

I pulled her over into my arms and kissed her. "They will," I said. "Are you saying this is the last time?"

"I think it should be Rich, don't you? I don't want it to be but there's too much chance of someone saying something. I don't think your marriage is going to last too much longer anyway but I don't want it to end because of me or anything that I do."

"I understand," I admitted. "I don't want it to end either. You've made me a much happier man than I've been for a very long time. It's going to be rough, seeing you over there is those white shorts you bought."

"Let's just enjoy today together, and put everything on hold for say three months or so. We can talk about it then if you want. Just stay busy and try not to think about it. It's going to be awfully hard on me too but it's for the best."

We made love then, slowly at first, then with a passion that is hard to describe except to compare it to a high speed pile driver until we both came at least once and collapsed, out of breath and drifted off to sleep, even as our fluids combined on the bedding. 

When I woke, she was lying beside me with a smile on her face while her fingers traced invisible lines over me. "Hi, handsome," she said.

"I think all this sex has affected your vision," I replied.

"Rich, I'm going to say something I swore I wouldn't say. I'm going to say it once and pretend it was never said."

I shrugged and turned to look in her eyes and was surprised to find a tiny tear glistening in the corner of her eye. I held her tight and kissed her hair. "I know, I know. Me too."

We lay quietly together as she fought off the tears. "I wish I hadn't done this," she whispered. 

"Hush," I replied. "We both could have stopped it but we didn't because we both needed it. I

don't regret it for one minute. My only regret, my only unhappiness is for what you are going through right now."

We held tight to each other for a long time, not speaking, just appreciating what we'd shared, and wishing it wasn't going to end like this. Three months would feel like years and we both knew it. 

We made love again, showered and had a wild 69 that lasted for almost an hour before we couldn't breathe any more. 

We were lying on the bed, with her spooned into me. "You've got to go, Rich. She'll be home in a couple of hours. I know you don't want to, I don't want you to but we've got to just accept it."

"I know," I replied. As I pulled her even tighter to me. She reached down and stroked over my cock several times. To my amazement, it got hard. She played with it for a while, then she took it in her hand and placed it against her ass.

"You don't have to do that, Cindy," I advised. "I understand."

"I know I don't have to Rich, I want to. I've never done it before and it's something I've wanted to try. You're the only one I'll trust to do it." She sat up and pulled a condom and a bottle of lube from the night stand. "I'm serious Rich. I really have thought about it for a long time and it's my way of saying I'm yours whenever you want me."

She took my cock and slipped the condom on, covering it with a generous application of lube. When she bent forward, I applied a lot of lube and worked my finger into her, opening her up before inserting a second finger. I hesitated and asked her if she was sure, and she nodded.

"You'll have to relax, Cindy," I advised her, "and it helps if you push as though you were taking a dump when I push through." 

I put the head of my cock against her and worked it back and forth over the tiny opening, then, holding her hips in my hands I eased the head into her as slow as I could. No matter how much lube we used though, or how careful I was, she cried out as it slipped in and on the first tentative strokes. I held it just inside and let her breathe for a minute before I moved into her further. I only allowed it to move in another inch or so, then pulled it almost out and moved back in, going just a tiny bit more. I kept doing this until she seemed comfortable, then I pulled it out and put it back in a couple of times before moving deeper. When my pubic hair was pushing against her ass, I pushed one time hard to bury it in her. After allowing her a few seconds more, I began a slow, gentle stroke, going about a third of the way with each stroke. When she began moving with me, I began full strokes, but still held it to slow and gentle strokes. When I began to feel my balls swelling, I picked up the pace and when I knew the end was imminent, I began pounding and at the last minute, I rammed her hard and held it there while my cock unloaded. 




Caught With My Pants Down



I slipped it out and peeled off the condom and we went in to shower together. It was hard to tell how much was shower water and how much was tears as we held to each other, not wanting it to end, even for a week. 

When I left, she wouldn't look at me and it just tore me to pieces to hear her. She never intended for anyone to get hurt, let alone herself but it was the only way it could end. 

It's been two months now and I just learned that she might be moving to where her folks live which would be an almost possible drive. I'm torn by my emotions but whatever happens, she has control. You see, when she gave me the tape, I gave it back. Just in case we need it, you know.