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My Story

By: Shimmer



Adam and I had been talking on the internet for over 6 months about getting together. We are so alike. We both are perverted and share many of the same fantasies. Like having sex on a trampoline. Even though we made many plans to get together but they always fell through.

Until one night.

After a long talk one late Friday night on the internet we made a vow to help each other out on day. The next Friday he wasn't online. Disappointed, I went to bed early. Hours later I heard a knock on my 1st story window. I was a little bit scared until I heard Adam call my name! So I went to the window and there he was!

After I let him in, he said that he came to take me up on the offers I had told him about! I went and locked my door and we got to business. We started out slowly. I lit some candles and then I looked at him.

He said-"I've been waiting for this" So we walked to each other and kissed. I gasped as his tongue darted in between my lips, but the gasp quickly turned to a moan as the kiss deepened. I quickly tore his shirt of and traced my hands up and down his back. And then he ripped my shirt off and broke off the kiss. His tongue touched my neck and slowly moved down to my shoulders and his hands unhooked my bra. I moaned as the touch of his tongue flicked at my breasts and he teased my nipples, which were already hard. He took my right breast and squeezed it, which caused a groan to come out of me.

He laughed at me and kissed me again. As we pressed together I felt the bulge in his pants. I moved my hands down to his jeans and slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down and took his hard member out. All while looking him straight in the eye. I looked down and gasped! It was at least 9 inches long! I wanted that cock soo bad. I must of had a stupid look on my face because he asked me if there was a problem.

I laughed and said-"I dunno if I will be able to fit this all in my mouth!" Adam replied-"Well, we'll have to see and find out then huh?"

So, I dropped to my knees and licked the precum off the tip of the cock. I then slowly but surely took the whole thing into my mouth. It was a tough fit but I got it in. He grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth and when he was ready to cum he was gonna take it out but I pulled him closer. And when he came I swallowed it all except for some that came out the sides of my mouth. I stood up and kissed him.

I then said-"Now my turn."

He traced his hands over my body and pulled my shorts down. Adam then used his teeth to pull my panties off. When he did he grabbed my ass and pulled me to him. He had a major hard-on. He picked me up and carried me over to the bed and laid me down.

He said-"God, you are beautiful"

Then Adam went over and slowly fingered my wet pussy. 2 fingers and then 3. I pushed his head down to my cunt and said-"Eat me out, now!" And he did. So he darted his tongue out slowly as if he was unsure just how to pleasure me and then with increasing pressure and the long easy strokes of a professional he made me climax convulsively. After that we laid there and regained our strength.

Then I heard him get up and then he laid on top of me. I could feel that he had a hard-on. He took a hold of his penis and was rubbing it on my stomach and pussy. I was wet in an instant. I told him to fuck me now. He gladly agreed to do it.

He slowly worked is big dick into my throbbing cunt. Slower and faster he banged me until I screamed that I was coming. But his steady rhythm never faltered and he kept on and on and on. When he had his fill and came inside me we fell into each others arms, exhausted.

It was almost sunrise and soon my roommates would be awake. So we said our good-byes and finalized our plans for the day. Then he was gone and I was left to clean up the mess. But in my mind I couldn't wait until later because we decided to meet at his house for some fun on the trampoline!! What fun!

My Story



We are sexually who we are based on our earliest experiences. I was a skinny but muscular kid with virtually no tits when an older guy started to pay attention to me. His name was Rusty. He'd play ball with me or go for walks, innocent stuff. Gradually he would expose himself by not wearing underwear or diving in the pool and "losing" his shorts. I was scared but fascinated. 

He started to touch me in little ways the smack on the butt became a fondle. I wanted it to stop and I didn't, it was scarey but good. It was sexual molestation but I kept coming back for more, so he got braver. He'd grab a tit as we wrestled in the pool eventually "accidentally" moving my suit to expose me. I was mortified and really turned on too.

He asked if I liked that and I admitted I did but not when people I knew could see me. He asked if it was ok if he did it only when it was strangers around and I said I'd try it. The first time- he took me for a ride in his new car. As soon as we got on the highway he pulled my tube top down and told me just sit back and enjoy the ride, and I did! I was totally turned on by this as truckers honked and guys stared.

We kept this up for a while. A few weeks later we went to a park, he always liked to go for a walk and hang his dick out till somebody saw him. This time as we got out of the car he pulled me to him kissing me and he unsnapped and unzipped my shorts. He said just walk around like that. I protested that they'd fall - he smiled. They fell to halfway down my ass immediately showing my panties. We walked around for an hour with his dick hard and long poking through his fly and my pants falling off.

Summer turned to fall and we got more adventurous. A winter coat with no shirt under it and my jeans around my knees, a drive in movie where I'd get naked completely - but mostly he loved to pull my pants down. Some guys love a skirt with no underwear Rusty loved to see me with my underwear and pants arounds my knees or lower or even just under my bare ass and I'd come to love him doing it to me I never pulled them down myself he always did it - to this day that turns me on more then being totally naked.

We had made a deal, no intercourse. I was a virgin, I give him a hand job and he could do anything else but that was all. He told me one night he really wanted to show more people my ass could he take a picture or two with a polaroid of me in different places with my ass out, no faces showing or maybe his - if someone else could take the pictures. I said no way then got turned on by the thought so asked who, his brother, Tom he said would do it he'd been telling him anyway. I said ok once, so we set up for an afternoon a day later.

I wore a sweater, jeans and a short varsity Jacket(his) and we started out on our adventure. We went to the park first where we got pictures of him pulling my pants down with a big grin or pointing at my bush from below. Then Tom said we needed to be more public. We decided to go to the local apple farm.

We took pictures with my pants down and people in the background all over the farm he even lowered my jeans as I stood on the other side of the cashier paying for a drink, and she never noticed! We headed to the picking fields where we happened upon a group of workmen, Tom went and asked them if they'd like to see my ass, after recovering the all said yes so Rusty pulled my pants and panties down and I turned and bent over to give them a look. Tom took a picture from behind the group.

That was the beginning of a whole new part of our fun that lasted till Rusty went to Viet Nam. But it's also another story.



My Story



I remember back on the night of my 21 st birthday some of my best friends from school came up with a wild idea. They could have my birthday party at the hot ass strip club down on the end of the highway. It seemed like a pretty nice place but it also had a very bad reputation. Which was one of the reasons it was the most popular place in town to go to. Go figure. I remember them telling me that they would buy me some table dances and give me some money to give to the strippers. Not having much of a social life I said ok and we went to the strip club. Boners and all. Just imagine. You walk in the front door of the strip club and immediately you hear the hooting and holloring of all the horny dudes in the strip club. You hear the sounds of glasses dropping down on the bar, sounds of loud music playing while the women danced on the stage. You hear women hooting. The women you can now see dancing on top of the light up stage stage. The stage that has red strobe lights flashing, and white smoke rising from it. You see the strippers on the stage wiggling their asses and cupping up their gorgeous tits. You see them licking their nipples and giving coy little smiles to all the men that where on the floor down below them throwing money up to them in some hope they would be considered a favorite. You see all the tables in the club that have men sitting at them with dancers on their laps or on their tables. You then see a women in a very tight bikini bottom walking upto you. The woman that you can now feel taking your hand. You can now feel her rubbing your cheek right before leading you back to one of the red couches along the yellow wall that has men getting couch dances all the way down. You feel your dick start to stiffen as you walk to the couch with her but you feel an unbelievable feeling of guilt. Knowing that the stripper that has taken your hand is a woman you know well. The stripper with long black hair, blue eyes, flawless young looking skin and tits that look to be at least 34/dd is a woman you know very well. She is your mother. Your mother is a stripper.

"John!", your mother said in a shocked way as she turns around to face you. "How dare you come in here. This isn t the kind of place I want you in. I don t care if you are 21 now. I don t want you in places like this."

"Me?" You answer, putting your hands to your waist. "What are you doing in here mom? Dad would fucking go bolistic if he knew you were a stripper. I can t believe this. How long have you been doing this?"

Your mom takes your hand and sits you down on the couch in back of you. She then sits down next to you.

"I m going to tell dad as soon as I get home you know. You shouldn t be doing this mom. You don t know how disrespectful this is. He s always given you everything you need. Everything you asked for. I know you don t need extra money. What is the reason?"

Your mother puts her head in her hands and starts to cry. She reaches forward and puts her hand on your thigh.

"I m going to tell you something," You mother says, wiping away some remaining tears. "There are some things that you and your father don t know about me. Some things that noone knows about me. This isn t the first time I ve stripped. Back when I was fifteen my father used to make me do it."

You are knocked back with shock.

"He said that we needed extra money and I was going to do it whether I liked it or not. I didn t like doing it but he made me. You have to believe that."

"Mom," You say. "You never told me that. How could you keep something like that to yourself all these years? Have you told dad?"

"No," Your mother says. "And I don t want him to know ok? It would destroy him. I m not ready for a divorce at this time in my life."

You think for a second and then you hear some voices, the voices of your friends that have walked upto you and your mother at the couch. The friends you can now feel playfully punching you on the shoulder.

"She s incredible," One of your friends say, playfully nudging his other friend. "Are you going to get a lap dance? That would be worth the 20 bucks I m sure."

"Whata say big boy," your mother says, knocking you back with embarrassment. "Want the full treatment? It will be free of course. For keeping our secret."

Your friends have surprised looks on their faces.

You then realize that this has been one of your greatest fantasies for the longest time. Realizing that your mother, with her unbelievable body, young looking face, and innocent demeanor is about to strip for you. Strip all over you. You first become aware of the sound of her heavy breathing. Caused by the sexual excitement of the fact that she s about to strip for her son. You hear the sound of her breasts slapping against her chest as she flops them up and down. The breasts you can now see staring you right in the face. Large erect nipples and creamy white skin. You see how long and slender her shaply legs are. The legs you can now feel rubbing against your arm.

"Oh baby," You say, being taken back by total lust. "I can t believe we are doing this."

"Either can I," Your mother says, putting her arms on your shoulders and leaning forward so hip nipples are right next to your mouth."

"Suck em" Your mother says, grabbing her 34/dd tits and shoving them in your face.

You become aware of the sound of her tits slapping against your nose. The tits you can now see large as life right in front of your face. You look directly forward and see a large nipple. The nipple you can now feel gently touching your lips. You open your mouth and taste your mother s sweet nipple. Sucking just like you had as a baby.

"Oh yes," Your mom says, tilting her head back. "That feels so good."

Your mother s attention is turned to the large bulge that is forming in your pants. She looks at you astonished.

"Oh baby," Your mom says, reaching down to rub your cock through your pants. "It is gigantic. How big is it?"

"9 inches," You say, putting your hand on top of hers. "And very thick too."

"I ll bet," your mom says. "It feels very nice."

You become aware of the fact that your mother is breathing heavy again. You hear her hair brushing against her shoulders as she starts to rub your dick quickly on top of your jeans. You see her other hand move down. The hand you can now feel as it starts to unzip your jeans.

"Wait," Your mother says, realizing that this was a faux pas. "We can t do this here. I ll get fired. Let s go to the back room."

You shrug your shoulders to your friends and then you walk with her down a long hallway to a white door. The white door you open to see a room with a single bed. The bed that was meant to be used for prostitution. The rumors were true. There was prostitution here. And your mother is part of it.

"Lay down," your mother says, turning around to close the door. Reaching down to take off her bottoms.

"Damn you are incredible," You say, looking at your mother s fantastic body. "Dad is so lucky. If I was him I d never leave you for days at a time like he does. Is that one of the reasons why you strip here?"

"Yes," your mother answers, reaching down to unzip your pants. "He s never there to give me what I need. What you are going to give me now."

You dick immediately becomes hard as concrete as you hear the snapping of fingers, the fingers you can now see over your cock. The fingers you can now feel jacking your cock at an incredible pace. You then feel a warm suction as your mother wraps her lips around your cock. Bobbing her head up and down. Deep throating you. You quickly feel your orgasm come and your cock explodes. Thrusting cum down her throat.

"Mmm," your mother says, smacking her lips. "That tastes so good. "Hope I ll get to taste that more often."

"I love you," you say, reaching forward to stroke your mothers warm cheek. "I want to fuck you."

Your mother immediately responds by moving forward to kneel over your cock. Reaching down to guide it in. You feel the warm wetness of her pussy and she quickly goes up and down. then you wake up and realize it was all a dream. Damn!



My Story



I am a 22 year old female. I am also a masochist, not due to any inherent reason but due to the life that I have been living for the last 4 years. I had just turned 18 and was still a virgin when I had to go and live with my aunt (my father's youngest sister) and uncle. They live in a big house out of town.

On my first day there, they showed me their true colors. My aunt held my arms as my uncle brutally raped me and took my virginity away from me. From then on for the next 4 years I was subjected to many more rapes, severe and painful beatings and constant degrading humiliation.

On a regular basis I was stripped naked, tied up, gagged and then beaten mercilessly on my ass, breasts and cunt. They usually used a whip or leather belt to beat me, except on special occasions (my birthday, Christmas day, New Years day, etc.) when they used a steel-tipped cane. They made me play all sorts of role-playing games with them where I was the victim. I was taught total obedience and was trained to do things which pleased them both. In a few weeks, I had become an expert in oral sex.

Any sign of resistance I showed resulted in the severest of punishments. They would frequently compete among themselves in whipping my ass, breasts and cunt, trying to see who among them could make me scream the loudest.

I was forced to remain naked not only for my punishments, but also to do my college homework, clean the house, wash the dishes, serve meals and anything else they wanted me to do.

My uncle was especially cruel with me. He had arranged for me to get metal rings pierced on my nipples and my labial lips. He would drag me around the house by a string attached to these metal rings.

Sexual activity was demanded of me constantly. I was forced to perform oral sex on them for hours on end, until my jaws would ache. They would force me to masturbate in front of them, and then stop me just when I was ready to climax. They would repeat this with me several times, keeping me on the edge of orgasm. Then they would tie my hands to the bed posts so that I could not touch myself and spend the entire night in sexual frustration.

Cucumbers or similar shaped and sized objects were stuffed up my pussy and/or anus in the morning before I went to college. To make sure that it would not be removed, they would fasten a padlock to the metal rings on my cunt lips and sometimes make me wear a chastity belt.

On Monday mornings, before going to college, they would give me an exceedingly cruel beating on my ass so as to make it difficult for me to sit down for the next few days.

When they would have to go to a party or some other place and leave the house, they would take me to the basement and tie my arms to a beam in the ceiling. My legs would be spread wide with the help of a spreader bar. Then they would take some bananas, carrots, cucumbers, etc. (anything suitable that they could find) and force them up my ass and my cunt. They would then apply a padlock to the metal rings on my cunt lips and place a large butt plug up my anus. My uncle once managed to stuff one dozen bananas up my ass. To the padlock between my legs, they would attach a pail with a small rope. The pail would be three-quarters full of water and stretched my pussy lips to unimaginable lengths. They would warn me that the floor below me better not be wet when they get back. Weights were usually attached to the metal rings on my nipples. They once went out of town for two days and left me in such a state.

I have now finished college and am free from both of them. However, they have turned me into an addict for pain. I cannot enjoy normal sex or any other sexual activity unless there is severe pain involved. My boyfriend is very sweet and tender, but whenever we make love I am unable to get any pleasure out of it. This has caused me to become very frustrated. I usually end up spanking my pussy and twisting and pinching my nipples to get my juices flowing.

I feel that I should tell him the truth about myself but I fear that he may leave me.

I have a bus ticket in my hands and am deciding to go or not. I'll spend only a week with my aunt and uncle before returning to my boyfriend. But if I go, will I be able to take the torture again. If I don't go, will I ever enjoy any sexual activity again.

Oh No. Here comes the bus. What should I do?



My Story



I am a 22-year-old average guy. I was about 6’6”, weighed 190 lbs., had black hair, and liked the color black. I lived in a small apartment, just enough space for one guy to live in. I enjoyed my life to the fullest extent possible. One day while walking to the Post Office to get some stamps, I crossed paths with a hot looking red-haired lady with some sexy curves. I glanced and then took a longer second look. 

She tilted her head and looked back and smiled. Just as I was gathering up the nerve to go talk to this goddess, she came up to him and asked him if I liked what I saw. Of course I did, said I. Well then what are you going to do about it? , she asked questioningly. I don’t precisely know that one miss, I replied. Well handsome if you change your mind here is my number, she replied as she wrote her number on my hand. Thanks, I replied. I proceeded to get stamps and wondered if this gal was the real deal. I carried on with my errands I had to do. 

Later that day, I decided to call this lady and see if she wanted to hang out, maybe even go to dinner with me. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. Hello? , a sexy voice replied from the other end. Hello, I stammered back. I'm the guy you met at the post office earlier today. Remember me? 

Oh yes, she replied in a sultry voice. 

Well I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me maybe to a movie and dinner, I asked her. 

Oh ummmm sure sexy, she replied, Can you pick me up at seven? 

Yes miss, replied I. My name is Renagade. 

Um can I ask your name? 

Sure baby, my name is Debby, she responded. 

Seven sounds really good Debby. Where do you live? 

She gave me the address and made a kiss sound over the phone and then hung up. Well I was excited and taken aback all at once. Could this Debby be a good woman or was she completely nuts?

Seven o’clock rolled around and I pulled up at Debby’s house in my blue Dodge Ram. I honked the horn and went to greet her at the door. Debby opened the door and my jaw dropped. She had fire red hair on her head, and as my eyes went down I found more to my liking. She was dressed in a tight black number that ended high thigh and then those sexy legs began, long smooth and calling me to touch them and feel them. 

My eyes looked back up and grazed those perky breasts of hers, 38Ds I judged and firm too, and her face, that sexy face, those red lips, deep blue eyes, and such a smile on this lady. I was hooked on her looks, could her personality be just as good I wondered? While I was looking her over, she was doing the same, I had broad shoulders, hazel eyes that seemed to look into your soul, black hair, and one heck of a tux on, definitely not rented. She glanced past me to my mode of transportation, a DODGE RAM!!!! Oooooohhhhhh she cooed silently. She loved Dodge Rams, especially having sex in them; I was about to find that out. 

She gently squeezed her thighs together and found that she was starting to get wet and turned on. So she asked, where do we eat to night? Oh I got somewhere special in mind I replied. As we climbed into my Dodge, her dress went up a bit to reveal more of those sexy legs. My pants were starting to get a little tight if you know what I mean. As I drove we engaged in general conversation, like the weather, friends, life and that sort of stuff. Then she asked me if I would mind finding a rest room she could use, cause she had to go. 

I pulled over at a rest stop and she went in and came back out in two minutes. As she got in she asked, mind holding these for me, as she handed me her sexy lacey black thong. WOW!! Would I? I would be honored. My pants got a lot tighter since I knew she wasn’t wearing any panties and her pussy was all exposed. As we drove I noticed her right hand dipping under her dress and she would quiver ever so slightly as we chatted and drove on. I asked if she was having fun and she said yeeesssssss. I asked if she wanted help. YESSSSSSSS ooooh yeeesssssss she moaned. 

I pulled the truck over to a secluded spot and turned off the engine. I got out and went around to her door and opened it. I got a good bed here want to use it? I asked her. Yes she replied. I carried her to the truck bed and sat her down. I looked at her eyes were sexy and beckoning me to touch her all over. She noticed we were in a secluded spot and she unzipped her dress letting her firm taut breasts fall to freedom. They were bathed in pale moonlight as I started to play and fondle them. I gently sucked one of her nipples till it was hard and erect and my hand moved the other on to do the same. Yes baby touch them suck them ohhh touch my pussy please, she begged… 

I could only obligate the lady. I lifted the rest of her dress over her head and she sat there in her high heels naked, a bright patch of red bushy hair accented in-between her thighs. Oh man, I am in for on heck of a good time, I said as I touched her swollen pussy lips and felt her hot heat. I slipped a finger in and she moaned in delight. I sensed she was aroused and drenched. 

Her hips began to rock softly against my fingers fast she moved and moaned. She ripped off my shirt with her free hand and ran her fingers through my chest hair. Ummmm she grinned and moaned. Got more down below, she inquired? I undid my pants and eased out of them and my silk black boxers. Nice tent pole she replied as my hard long penis was free. Care to stick that in me and give me a taste of your cum? She asked. Heck yeah, I replied as she climbed on top of my penis and eased herself down, sliding her wetness all around my manhood. 

She moaned and quivered as my penis filled her up beyond all expectations. She moved up and down and I felt every fold of her velvety inside. She tossed her head back and let out a long moan and begged me to suck her nipples. I engulfed one nipple in my mouth and it began to grow as I toyed with it. As I sucked it, my tongue flicked across it and it got rock hard. Oh yes baby she cooed back at me, suck my nipples. She ground her hotness into my crotch. I grabbed her hips and thrust my penis hard and deep into her; she let out a scream of delight. More baby pump me more, she begged. I thrust my penis deep into her as she squealed in pleasure. 

Hard and faster I rammed my penis in and out of her aching pussy. She was building so much sexual energy in her she started to shudder uncontrollably. Oh baby I am going to cum and have one heck of an orgasm, Care to cum with me? she moaned to me. I sunk my full length into her and held myself buried deep inside her for a moment before with drawing to begin another deep penetration. Oh yes she sighed. That’s wonderful. I could stay like this forever, feeling you push into me until I am so filled up I cannot think of anything else. 

Go ahead and enjoy your self, I replied, smiling. Debby’s passive enjoyment did not last long. She began to shiver, her inner muscles contracting each time I reached the end of one of my long deliberate strokes. Though I felt myself mounting to a climax, I felt no rush. Debby was suddenly electrified into motion. She began to meet my long thrusts, then out pacing me. 

NOW she panted. NOW Renagade!! FASTER, FASTER!!! I sped up. Debby was gasping, her hips twisting in wild gyrations. I knew she was near the point of no return, and began to work on my own climax. I was ready when Debby arched her back and drove up to meet my upward thrusts while a stream of joyous cries flowed from her throat. I felt her inner depths quiver and flow with juice as she went orgasmic. At the same time, I let my hot sticky juice shoot deep inside her. My penis rocked and shuddered with ever spurt until she sighed in happiness. We lay back on the truck bed, relaxing. 

Oh baby that was wonderful, she said to me. I didn’t know there were men like you around anymore. 

I guess I am one of the few good guys left, I told her. 

What do you say we skip dinner and go back to my place and you can show me how much more of a woman I’d feel like after I have had a real man, she asked me. 

Sure thing, let’s go, I replied.



My Story



I started wearing my older sisters clothes when I was 15. At first it was just her panties and socks and then I was wearing her bras. I've always thought of myself as a girl in a boys body. When I was 18 my grandfather moved in with us, so my free time to be alone was getting scarce. 

I haven't been able to fully dress in nearly 2 weeks and it was driving me crazy. Finally Granddaddy said he was going to a friends house to play poker for the night. Mom and Dad were going to Atlanta for the weekend. My lucky break sis wouldn't be home till about 4am and granddaddy wouldn't be home till 2am. 

As soon as they were all gone I went and took me a bubble bath and splashed on some perfume. With makeup applied I slipped into my pink panties and matching bra. Next came my sisters black leather mini-skirt and her black leather shirt. I was admiring myself in the mirror when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and there stood my granddaddy, "Damn boy you look good."

I could feel my face turning red. I didn't know what to say. That's when granddaddy started to unzip his fly. I couldn't take my eyes off his hand. He reached into his pants and pulled out his ever growing cock. 

"Come here baby and show me what a good girl you are." Now I've never been with a guy before but I have been with a girl and knew what he wanted. 

I came over to him and he looked me straight in the eyes. "Do you want to do this, baby?"

"Yes", I whispered so softly. He drew my face towards his and he kissed me. His tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I could taste the whiskey on his breath and it added to my excitement.

I sucked on his tongue taking it deep in my mouth. I started stroking his cock. Our mouths separated and I fell to my knees and licked the head of Granddaddy's Cock. It was massive 2 inches round and 9 inches long. 

I went up and down the sides getting it good and wet one more lick on the head and I started slowly working his cock down my throat. It took a while but soon I had all of his cock in my mouth. I worked him real slow teasing him taking him in and out of my mouth and slapping my face with his cock.

"Suck it baby, show granddaddy how much you love his cock."

I was truely enjoying myself. Granddaddy's cock was getting harder and harder every second. He pulled me up off my knees and kissed me once more. Our tongues swimming in each others mouths. His hands were lifting up my skirt and rubbing my ass. I turned around slipped my panties off and climbed on the bed. My ass was waiting for him. He kneeled down and started rubbing my boypussy. That's when the most incredible pleasure I ever felt, granddaddy started eating my boypussy. First he licked all around my puckered hole and then he buried his tongue deep inside of me. 

My god I was in heaven, he worked his fingers in and out of my boypussy. I was bucking like a wild pony on his hand. He then replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. Slowly he pushed into me. He went in and pulled back out just a little and then went in a little further. Ever so slowly he sank into my virgin boypussy. My boypussy opened wide until he was buried deep inside of me.

He started fucking me real slow. Damn he was a great fuck. He pounded me faster and harder. I could feel his balls bouncing off mine. He drove into me and held tightly by hips as I felt his hot cum filling up my bowels. He pulled his deflating cock out of my boypussy. I rolled over onto my back. He was smiling down at me as he put his pants back on.

"I want you to freshen up and go to my room. I've laid something out for you to wear. When you are dressed come downstairs and I'll introduce you to my poker buddies." and with that said he kissed me on the forehead and turned and left.

What the hell was going on and how long did granddaddy know?

To be continue...



My Story



I couldn't believe it had happened. Never in my life did I even remotely think that I would be interested in taking part in the activities of last night. I mean, I always thought of myself as being 100% straight. In high school, I had more than my fair share of girlfriends and admirers. Not that I am completely conceited, but I am a great looking guy. My name is Joshua Tate Waltham and I am 26 years old. Since high school, I have continued to work out to keep my body in shape. I am 6 feet tall and 175 lbs. I have brown hair with blond highlights (natural) and brown eyes. Thanks to my parent's genes and my own tenacity, I am certifiably a hunk. So, let me tell you my story.

My friends and I go out every Friday and Saturday night to our favorite pub. We have been doing this for as long as I can remember. Anyway, last night, which was a Friday, I got bored and decided to take a walk. I don't know how long I was walking as I really didn't pay attention, but suddenly I realized I didn't know where I was. This part of town was completely unfamiliar to me. I saw a pub sign and decided to go in and ask directions on how to get back to someplace I know. 

The pub was really dark inside, the brightest light hung over the bar in the center of the room. The music was blaring out some ABBA tune. I myself was a secret ABBA fan, although none of my friends knew this, as they were all into very heavy metal. I approached the bar and caught the eye of the bartender who smiled at me. He reminded me of myself in build and the way he looked. He had blond hair with darker highlights and blue eyes. He was about 6 feet tall and I guess near 180 lbs.

"Hey there" he said. "What kind I get you?"

I felt like a complete idiot, but I knew I wouldn't find my way home without help, besides, I caught sight of clock on the wall and it was already 1:30 in the morning. I must have been in a real funk to be walking for over 2 hours. "I'm sort of embarrassed, but I am lost. I need to get over to Briar Street. Can you help?"

He laughed and stuck out his hand. "I'm Taylor, I get off work in half an hour, if you can wait that long, I will be more than happy to drive you where you need to go."

"Thanks. I'm Josh, I said." I returned his smile. 

He poured clear liquor into a shot glass and sat it in front of me. "On the house. Drink up."

I did the shot and he refilled my glass. We talked about where I was from and why I was out walking alone at this time of night. A question I never really knew the answer too. I don't know how many drinks I had, but by the time his half an hour was up, I found getting off the stool be difficult. Taylor came round to where I sat and put an arm around me to help me stand. I noticed how solid his muscles felt beneath me and was surprised at myself for noticing. We left through a rear entrance and he bundled me into his car. I remember hearing him ask, "Where to," before I was out like a light.

I woke up to feel someone tugging off my pants and sat up trying to place my surroundings. I was lying on bed in a room I didn't recognize, with only my shorts on. I looked toward my assailant, expecting to find Sharon or Liz or one of the girls who always manage to find their way into my bed. I was taken back to see Taylor at the foot of the bed, naked as the day he was born.

"Hey, where I am and what are you doing?"

"You fell asleep in my car, since I didn't know where you lived, I brought you back to my place. I thought you might be more comfortable out of those jeans."

"Why are you naked?"

"I always sleep naked, I don't even own pajamas."

My mind was still foggy, as I looked over his form. His shoulders were broad and his skin was bronzed as if he had just spent a week on the beach. I noticed his cock was semi erect and getting harder. It was then that I realized his hand was stroking my thigh. 

"I, I'm fine now. If you would drive me home I would appreciate it." My words felt thick coming out of my mouth. I felt my own cock twitch in my shorts and moved to get off the bed.

He moved quicker and knocked me flat on my back straddling me. "It's late, and I don't feel like going back out. Why don't you relax?" He was pinching my nipples, twisting them until I couldn't hold back my moans any longer. My nipples have always been sensitive. I could feel my shorts tenting and found myself losing the battle to control my arousal. 

He bent down and began to lick my nipples. I twisted, hoping to break free, but enjoying his attention at the same time. His kissed his way across my chest and down my belly. When he started pulling off my shorts and raised my hips to help, I knew that I would let him do whatever he wanted. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. He placed tiny kisses along my inner thigh, slowly working his way towards my cock. I felt his hand encircle me and opened my eyes just to see him engulf me in his mouth. My back arched with sheer pleasure. My breathing became heavy and erratic. His mouth was hot and felt like velvet massaging my cock. His tongue probed at me as he licked me front port to stern. His touch was exquisite, and he brought me to the brink in minutes.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and yelled, "I'm cumming! Oh God Taylor. I'm cumming!" He didn't let up and just continued his ministrations until I shot jet after jet wave of cum down his throat. I have never came so much in my life. My heart pounded so loud in my chest, I thought I would have a heart attack. He continued to hold me in his mouth until my cock went soft. 

He moved to lie next to me and ran his fingers through my hair. He leaned over and kissed my on the mouth. I could taste my cum on his lips. I was paralyzed with uncertainty. Then he spoke, "Its Ok, you get some sleep now." He turned off the light and lay with his arm across me, lightly touching my face. 

There were some many thoughts crowding my head as I lay there listening to him breath. I wanted to touch him, to do for him what he had done for me. I slowly lifted one hand and placed it on his chest. I could feel his heart beat beneath my fingertips, his breath even. Working my way into a sitting position, I leaned over and placed my tongue on his nipple. His taste was different than the women I've known, masculine and tangy. I inhaled his scent some more and felt my cock move. I ran my tongue around his nipple, lapping at it until it became hard, and then moved to the other until it was identical. I noticed that his breathing had changed and was less controlled. 

I raised my head and stared into his blue eyes. Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips and applied pressure until he accepted my tongue into his warm mouth. Our tongues intertwined and we stayed like that for what seemed like eternity. I didn't want to stop kissing, but I wanted to taste other parts of him as well. As he did we me, I kissed my way down his chest and across his belly. He moaned loudly as I placed tiny bites on his inner thigh. I inhaled the scent of his cock and stuck out my tongue to take the precum off the tip. It was salty and not bad tasting at all. I continued to lick the precum off his cock until I heard him moaning, "Please, suck me."

I took one more swipe of precum before taking him into my mouth. His cock was so hard and hot. I loved the way all 7 inches of it felt. I licked it all over, sucking the head the way he had done me. His moaning grew louder and he began thrashing on the bed. He hips moved faster, nearly causing me to gag. I took his balls into my mouth and nibbled the underside of his cock. It was when I reached down and placed my tongue on his asshole, that his whole body shook and I was immediately covered in thick spurts of cum. Wave after wave erupted from his body landing on my chest and face. I put his throbbing cock back in my moth and sucked out the last of his juices, feeling him quiver until he pulled me up to lie next to him. We kissed passionately, his tongue reaching into the far corners of mouth so that he could taste himself.

I was excited and exhausted. My cock was once again rock hard. Reaching down between his legs, I could feel his cock growing as well. I was prepared to go all the way and he was prepared to show me.

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My Story



I suppose I would be termed a "Cuckold", but unlike most guys who submit these stories, I don't have a small cock (7.5") and being degraded or mistreated, by my wife or her lover, does not turn me on. We have been married for 20 years and it all started for me around 12 years ago. I was looking at a men's magazine, when I came across a story about a guy who's wife had been fucked by another guy and the husband loved it. I was surprised to find that the more I read, the harder my cock got. From that day on, I set about finding magazines with those kind of stories in them. Anything from the wife having a secret affair, to the wife being fucked by 5 guys in succession, followed by the husband licking her pussy clean afterward. I found that I was getting into it more and more. My cock never failed to get rock hard, each time I read one.

We had always had a very good sex life and although I looked at other women, I had always been completely faithful to my wife and knew I always would be. But the thought of her being fucked by a good looking, well hung guy and teasing me about it, was just to erotic to resist and I decided to tell her how I felt. I started to read the stories to her in bed and we always had really hot sex, when I did. I tried to get my wife to let me find a lover for her, but she always said no. I kept trying until eventually my persistence paid off and she let me place an ad in an adult contact magazine. We got a few replies that weren't worth answering, then we got one from a guy who was good looking and sounded great. We decided to meet him and I rang, to invite him over the following weekend. I helped my wife dress for the evening in very sexy black lingerie, with a sexy leather mini skirt and a black see through blouse. 

He arrived around 9.00 PM with a bottle of wine, which we all drank, along with one that we had. After the drinks and getting to know each other, I decided it was time to leave them alone, to get "better aquatinted". I stepped outside and had a joint; I came back in about 40 minutes later. The sight that greeted me was incredible. Here was my lovely wife, dressed only in her black basque and stockings, lying back on the couch, with him naked and eating her delicious bald pussy. All I could say was "wow" and I sat in the chair to watch. After he ate her pussy for a while, they exchanged places. I watched and played with my rock hard cock, while she sucked and played with his.

I took all my clothes off and suggested we would be more comfortable in the bedroom. Him and I took turns eating her pussy and she sucked both our cocks. There is nothing like the feeling of watching your wife suck another guy's cock and to see him eat and play with her pussy. My fantasy was coming true, but one thing was spoiling it for me, he was so damn hairy! I know I shouldn't have been so fussy, but it was really putting me off, so much so that I couldn't stay hard. I tried to make excuses, like maybe I didn't want him to fuck her, after all. There was nothing I wanted more, at that moment, but he was like an ape and no matter how hot the thought of him fucking her was, I just couldn't stay hard. I apologised and he dressed and went home. After he had gone, I explained to my wife how I really felt and we had the most amazing sex.

We received a few more replies, but none were worth meeting. I was beginning to think my fantasy wasn't going to happen, when my wife suggested we should try meeting a couple. Although this wasn't the way I wanted things to happen, I went along with it, as my wife said she felt more comfortable with the idea. We replied to a couple advertising for a couple, in the contact magazine, who sounded ok. The first time we met them, I explained all about my fantasy and what I really wanted. They were ok with it and we decided to see how things went. I didn't find his wife attractive and I was more turned on by watching the way he kissed my wife goodbye, when they left. We got together with them a few times and it was amazing for me to watch him eating my wife's pussy and fucking her, although he used a condom and didn't cum inside her.

I had to go through the motions each time we got together of fucking his wife, which was very distracting, so I still didn't get my fantasy, the way I wanted. Each time we got together, we got to know them more and we realised how much of a chauvinistic bastard he was, by the way he treated his wife. They would even have some terrible arguments with us there, so we decided it would be better not to see them any more. With these experiences not going well and the kids growing up, my wife told me that she didn't want to try again, so it looked like my fantasy was never going to happen.

My desire for it to happen the way I wanted only got stronger and I kept thinking of different ways for it to be better for both of us, but wife would not be convinced. Almost every time we had sex, we would lie in bed and I would tell her all the different ways I wanted another guy to make love to her. This went on for years and although my wife loved the fantasies, she would always tell me that fantasy was one thing, but reality was different. Around six years ago we got the internet and this only fuelled my imagination, even more. I started surfing the net and finding hotwife sites. I was amazed how many there were and how many guys felt the same way I did. I would download my favourite stories then print them and read them to my wife, in bed. No matter how the stories went, my favourite ones always ended the same way. The lover always had a bigger cock than the husband and the husband would lick his wife's pussy clean, after her lover had filled her with his cum. 

I started reading the hotwife forums and learned all about anklets and what they meant to some people. I bought some for my wife, telling her their meaning and she wore them for me. I began to think there was still a chance after all. I found a few adult contact sites on the net and convinced my wife to let me try advertising on some of them. I advertised on two of them, with a very hot photo of my wife and what I wanted. I was very specific and I started getting a lot of replies. A few sounded ok, but when I got the guy's pic, I knew they weren't her type. Some of them looked good, but there were other problems, like their wife not knowing what they were doing. I didn't want to have the problems of a jealous wife to deal with. As each week passed, my enthusiasm became less and less.

Being self employed and working from home, I manage to have a lot of free time on my hands. This is very handy as my wife doesn't drive and I quite often drop her off at the local shopping centre to do the weekly grocery shopping. When I pick her up, I will often tease her by asking if any sexy guys pinched her bum today. Her usual reply is "humph" and "yeah, sure". A few weeks back, I dropped her off to do the shopping. It was a lovely warm Spring day and she was wearing a very nice dress, which showed off the new anklet, I'd bought for her recently. She is an attractive 40-year-old with a slim figure and still turns guy's heads. As usual, she rang to be picked up, when she was finished. Her voice sounded different on the phone and I wondered what was going on. We were loading the groceries into the car and I asked her about any sexy guys pinching her bum. I expected the usual response but I was speechless when she said "No, but I gave one my phone number". I didn't believe her and it was my turn to say "yeah, sure." She told me it was true and I asked her to tell me what happened.

She said to wait until we'd finished loading the groceries and we were in the car. She told me that when she was shopping and going through one of the aisles, she noticed a good-looking guy around 30. As she got closer to him, he asked if she would help him with some advice. She said ok and he told her was making Chinese stir-fry, for the first time and asked what sauces he should use in it. She asked him what kind of meat he was using and then told him which sauces and spices would be best and how much to use, of each one. While they were talking, she noticed how often he looked down at her anklet and that he looked like he really wanted to ask her something else. He thanked her for her help and she went back to her shopping, thinking nothing more of it. Around 10 minutes later, as she came to the end of one of the aisles, he came around the corner, not looking where he was going and his shopping trolley banged into hers. He was embarrassed and kept apologising. He asked if he could make it up to her by buying her a cup of coffee, especially after she had been so helpful with her cooking advice.

She was going to say no, but then she heard my voice saying "go for it". She said that would be nice and they arranged to meet for a cappuccino, just near the supermarket, when they were finished their shopping. After going through the register, she found him and he paid for two cappuccinos. They sat at a table and after some small talk about the shopping centre and the prices of things, he told her that he couldn't help noticing her lovely anklet and he asked her if it meant what he hoped it meant. My wife loves to tease and she asked him what he hoped it meant. He said that to some people, it meant that the husband liked the wife to "play around" with other guys. Although a little embarrassed, she was really enjoying herself and asked what he meant by "playing around". He said that the wife would have sex with other guys, with the husband's permission and enjoyment, making her a "hotwife" He asked my wife if that was what it meant to her. She told him that was what it meant to me, but up until now, she hadn't done anything about it.

She also told him that she was very worried about the risk of AIDS and STD. He started to tell her the reason he was teaching himself to cook was that after 8 years of marriage, his wife had left him for another guy and he was recently divorced. He told her that he was sick of take away food and decided he was going to do something about it. He also told her that since he got married, he hadn't had sex with anyone else and that he didn't use drugs, so he was completely safe. After talking for a while about how long I had been wanting this to happen and how she felt about it, he asked her if she would be interested in meeting with him. She said that she would be interested, but would have to talk it over with me. They swapped phone numbers and that was when she had rung me, to be picked up. It was like a dream come true, I couldn't believe my luck but I still wasn't sure if my wife was just teasing me, until she showed me the piece of paper, with his hand writing and phone number on it. We arrived home and took the groceries into the kitchen. I asked how she felt and if she was going to ring him. She asked me if I really wanted this and how I felt. I told her that I was very jealous, but incredibly turned on, which was obvious, by the way my cock was trying to burst out of my pants. She said she thought it would never really happen and it would always be a fantasy, but she had to admit that the thought of the reality was really turning her on.

She asked me if it was ok to ring him and I told her yes, I wanted her to. We had a cup of coffee and then she rang him. Although I could only hear one side of the conversation, I got most of what was going on and she filled me in on the rest, afterwards. She told him that if this was going to happen, they would have to take things slowly. She told him how much she loved to be massaged and how much she loved me eating her. He told her that was fine with him and he loved eating pussy. The conversation got around to the subject of cock size and he told her that he was around 8.5" - 9". I couldn't believe how well this was coming together, after so many years of trying. They talked for a while, with her telling him all the things she liked and he told her all the things he liked to do.

They arranged to meet the next day around 10:00 am, for coffee at the shopping centre again. If things went well, he would take her back to his place for drinks and to see what happened. He asked her why I didn't want to be there to watch, or join in. She told him I didn't want to be there the first time it happened, to make sure I couldn't stop it and so that she could relax more. When she got off the phone, I desperately wanted to take her panties off and eat her pussy. She told me no because she wanted to be nice and fresh for her lover tomorrow and the only way I was going see her pussy, was when I shaved her completely bald for him, later on. That night I did as I was told by getting the warm water, soap and razor, then shaving her gorgeous pussy, completely bald. 

It was the ultimate tease, knowing what he was going to be doing to her and not being able to do anything about it and I loved it. After I was finished, we discussed what she was going to wear; knowing it was going to be a very warm day. She decided on a very sexy little pair of pink see through panties, her little black dress, no bra and of course, her anklet. There was no way I could sleep and I had to pull my cock, until I came. The next morning, after getting the kids off to school, my wife had a shower and dressed in what she said she was going to wear. I watched her dressing, with my cock rock hard again and I almost came in my pants when she sprayed some of my favourite perfume around her pussy and breasts. She asked me how I was feeling and if I still wanted this to happen. 

I told her the jealousy was getting stronger every minute, but that was only turning me on, even more. I said that a big part of me was saying no and not to let it happen, but I knew if I stopped it, I'd regret it forever, because the chance would probably never come along again. I asked her how she was feeling and she said that she was very nervous, but very turned on by what was going to happen. She told me that she would only go ahead with it, if it was completely ok with me and if it wasn't, to let her know. Even if it meant ringing her on her mobile phone, after her I dropped her off. I told her everything was ok, but she had to remember every detail of what happened so she could tell me all about it. 

The time came to take her so we got in the car and started driving. The shopping centre is only a 10-minute drive from where we live, so there wasn't much time for talking. She told me if I was a good boy, I would get to meet her "boyfriend" when he drove her home. I said as long as he doesn't stay long, because I was going rip her panties off and eat her pussy, as soon as he was gone. We both laughed and then arrived at the shopping centre. She turned to kiss me, I kissed and held her then told how much I loved her, and she said the same thing. She got out of the car and I drove home. 

When I get there, I started thinking a lot about what we were doing and I almost rang her mobile phone, but I decided not to. I tried to do some work but I just couldn't concentrate. I just sat and thought about what was happening and what they were doing. It got to 11:30 am and I knew there was a good chance she had had gone back to his place, because I hadn't had a phone call to tell me anything different. I was feeling incredibly jealous, but I couldn't help playing with my cock, for some relief. Around 1:00 pm I was starting to wonder what time she was coming home and weather I should ring her, when I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I looked out of the window and saw him for the first time, as they sat in the car talking. 

It looked as though they were deciding if he should come in or not. They decided against it and I watched as he kissed her very deeply and she came inside. I met her at the door and kissed her and held her. After reading so many stories that other husbands have written about the "freshly fucked" look on their wife's faces, after being with their lover, I know it is definitely true. The look on my wife's face was amazing; she looked so incredibly satisfied. I asked how it was and she told me it was everything I ever said it would be, and more. She told me he was an incredible lover and I was right, bigger is definitely better. I couldn't wait any longer and took her into the bedroom. She lay back on the bed and I took off her panties. I looked at her swollen, well-fucked pussy and his cum still leaking from her. She told to come and lick her clean, while she told what they had done. I didn't need to be told twice and I started to eat her pussy, like there was no tomorrow. I have never eaten anything so delicious before. The taste was so different to anything I'd tried. I'd eaten my cum from my wife's pussy before, but it was nothing like this. As I ate his cum from her, she started to tell me what had happened. When I had dropped her off, he had met her just inside the door, he told her how lovely she looked and they sat down for coffee. After talking for a while and finishing their coffee, he asked her if she still wanted to go back to his place. She said although she was very nervous, she was looking forward to it and they made their way to his car. She said she was surprised that he held her hand while they walked through the shopping centre and she wondered if anyone she knew would see them. 

He didn't live far from the shopping centre and when they got there, he asked her if she would like a glass of wine and she said yes. He gave her the wine and sat down next to her. They finished the wine and he kissed her, very deeply, his tongue starting to play with hers. His hand was beginning to wander up her legs and he kept kissing her. He asked her if she would like another glass of wine and she said yes. She told me they drank their second glass and as my wife drinks very little, she was beginning to relax and respond to him, very strongly. He asked if she would be more comfortable in the bedroom and he took her hand as he led her in there. He kissed her again as he reached down and started to lift her dress over her head. 

After taking her dress off, he started to kiss his way down her body and nibble her nipples and breasts. He laid her back on the bed and started to take off her panties. He looked at her bald pussy and told her how yummy she looked. She told him that I had shaved her, for him. He said that turned him on even more and the thought of me being turned by what they were doing was amazing. He told her to lay on her stomach and he started to massage her neck, shoulders and back. She said he worked his way down her body very slowly, massaging while licking and nibbling his way down to her feet. He massaged her feet and licked and sucked her toes. He told her to turn over and started to tongue kiss her again. He licked and nibbled his way down her body until he got to her pussy and just kept eating her pussy, telling her how delicious she tasted. 

After eating her for a long time, he lay beside her to get his breath. She told me she reached over to play with his cock and told him she had never played with one so big and it felt wonderful. He asked her if she would like to see if it felt wonderful in other ways. She said yes and he layed over her and started to slide his cock into her pussy. She said she gasped at the size difference, when he got it all the way in and he started to fuck her. He started slowly but once she got accustomed to the size, he got faster and harder. She told me she came very quickly because it felt so wonderful and he just kept making love to her, without slowing down. She came at least four times in the next ten minutes and then he said he was going to cum. She said she felt his cock get even harder and bigger, as he pumped lots of his cum into her pussy, making her cum again. 

She told me they layed back resting and she told him his cock was definitely wonderful. Her asked if she would to try again, after they had gotten their breath back. She told him she didn't think she could recover so quickly because it was something she'd never experienced before and she had to be going home soon. She told him that I was waiting at home to lick her pussy clean. He told her that really turned him on and he would really like to watch me eat his cum from her pussy. She said he asked her if he could see her again soon and they arranged for him to come to our place for a threesome, next week. By this time I had licked her clean and I started to lay over her and slide my cock into her gorgeous pussy, knowing his cock had been in there, less than an hour ago and knowing some of his cum was still deep inside her. 




My Story



Nothing has ever felt so wonderful to me and I tried to last, but I could only manage to wait for my wife to cum once, before I filled her with my cum. She told me I'd made her all messy again and I had to clean her up. You can probably guess, I didn't mind at all. I have no regrets about what we have done and if two people love each other so much, like we do, I can't see anything wrong with them enjoying their sexual freedom. It was like a dream come true to finally have my wife find the right guy for her "boyfriend" and although I am incredibly jealous, I only love her even more, for doing it for me. I can't wait for our first threesome next week and I will gladly watch while he fucks my wife then eat his cum from her pussy, while he watches me do it. 



My Story



The first time… for some people can be awkward and uncomfortable… for others it’s like finding yourself for the very first time. That was how it was for me. Nineteen and still a virgin. Not unskilled just not having found that person to make your eyes cross just by merely touching you. I knew what I needed… knew it from a very young age. I needed a man to guide me and let me lose myself for the time we were together. No inhibitions, no stipulations, just pure want, need and desire. It was what I had always known I would need. I met and married a man who I loved and who loved me dearly but it was not that one thing that I would need… that came later. I divorced and went through a series of bad choices looking to fulfill that desire, to have that need satiated. And then one day I found him, quite unexpectedly. 

I met him the first day I entered the bar to shoot pool, in my little low cut blouse and tight jeans. Knew it the first time he looked into my eyes. I was with someone else but the attraction was there. That instinct that makes you know a person is about to enter a room just before they do. I knew it every time he was within fifty yards. My nipples got hard, my pussy started pulsing, and my breathing became shallow. But this was no ordinary man. He was rough and tumble and had that glint in his eye… the one they tell you stay clear of. I was drawn to him in an instant. Now shooting pool is a passion of mine. Always has been, but it’s rather hard to concentrate on the game when all you’re thinking about is having someone throw you up onto the table and do ungodly things to you. 

This went on for months. I’d go just to see if he was there and then one day in the spring I threw caution to the wind. I showed up after work and there he was. It was a sign. I let him know I was there for him. We spent several hours drinking and shooting pool and having one hell of a good time. We ended up at a late night bar and looking up at him for the first time when he told me to kiss him I about died right there. There was nothing else in the room. The music, the crowds of people, it was all just gone and I was his from that moment. Sitting on the bar stool with his arm around me and one hand pinching my nipple through my shirt and being devoured by his kisses, I knew this man was the one that I had been waiting for. The one who would know me better than I ever knew myself.

As the lights came on telling us it was time to leave I was almost sad it was time to go. To be there with him in the midst of the crowd felt so natural, so exhilarating, but there was more in store for us. I wanted and needed to have all of him to feel his cock in my pussy driving me the to edge of madness but he teased me first. Sucking on my nipples, pinching them and twisting them and rubbing my clit to where I thought I’d die if he didn’t fuck me… and he whispered in my ear for me to give him my pussy and that was it, I exploded into his hand and came like never before. Writhing with the pleasure and then his tongue touched my pussy and I screamed out. I left myself for a time and just let the feelings pulse through me and drive me wild. The sensations just kept coming in wave after wave until finally it was either pass out or stop and I wasn’t done with him yet. 

I pulled him up to me and kissed him, tasting me and moaning into his mouth and then I slid off the bed and knelt beside him. Taking his cock into my mouth deeper and deeper. He grunted and arched his back for me to take all of him in. I sucked and licked him. All the way down his cock and back up, the rhythm making me cum again for him while I had him in my mouth. Moaning around him and feeling him deep in my throat, he was so close… and he stopped me and pulled up to my feet and on top of him. The instant my pussy slid down onto his cock and I felt him inside of me I came again and yelled out with the intensity of it. I’m sure the neighbors downstairs thought I was dying. I just didn’t care. He pulled me down to suck on my tits and then he pinched them hard as I rode his cock harder and deeper than I ever thought I could. There was nothing else in the world but us at that moment… no worries, no fears just pure emotion and feeling closer to someone than perhaps ever before. I felt him cum inside of me and my body collapsed over him quivering and quaking while he held me in his arms. 

A lot has happened since then. We’ve lived through our share of ups and downs. He is my soul mate and can reach me in mind, body and soul better than anyone else ever will. It’s been over a year and to this day I still know when he’s near; that familiar pulsing in my pussy and ache in my nipples that only his touch can satisfy. 



My Story 1984 to 1986



Thank you to those readers who made favorable comments about our story. I was unsure what the reaction was going to be but it appears to be mostly good. In response to those who would like to hear more I thought I might pick things up in 1984 when I started a new job at a shoe store. It was only a part time job working Thursday and Saturday. The Manager of the store was a real sleaze bucket but being a "woman of the world" by that stage of my life his behaviour didn't worry me at all. 

Tony's favourite ploy was to wait until I was in the storeroom returning stock after closing then he'd block the door and make all sorts of passes at me. He knew I was married and had even met Phillip but he still persisted. This went on and on until one day I'd simply had enough. I judged him as being more talk than action so as he approached and tried his usual number on me I turned and told him that if he wanted to get into my pants he'd have to offer me more than just his dick. You could have seen the look on his face! He was an Italian guy with a lovely dark complexion but I swear he went white.

To my surprise he stammered out a promise to give me a full time job. He had gone from being a macho ladies man to wimp and the fact that the boot was now on my foot was very exciting for me so I unzipped him and pulled out his penis. It was the first time I had seen an uncircumcised penis in the flesh and it amused me to see the hood roll back as it stiffened. I have to say he had quite a good sized erection. It was fat, particularly around the base and it had a real curve just like a banana. That first time was over pretty quick. I had no sooner got my hand into a rhythm and his hand inside my panties than he groaned and spurted this amazing stream of sperm over all the shoe boxes. It really took me by surprise. I think he spurted like that five times before he was down to a dribble and I was really impressed with the force and volume of his ejaculation. Most men spit little gobs of sperm when they ejaculate but this guy sent a real stream like he was peeing.

To that point it had all been a game and I didn't really intend to let him go all the way with me but seeing him ejaculate got me hot. He fingered me to a so-so climax before I went home. I told Phillip every detail of what had happened and he got very turned on and encouraged me to go further. 

Tony was on tender hooks when I went to work the next day. Gone was the earlier confidence he had around me. He seemed concerned that I would say something or Phillip would come barging in. I gave him a wink during the day to assure him that all was OK and was waiting for him in the storeroom after closing. Thinking about what Phillip wanted me to do had me as wet as a sponge. When he came in I was bent over with my skirt up and the gusset of my panties pulled aside. He tore open his zip and took to me like a rabbit. 

He hunched over me mauling my breasts though my dress and licking my ear. There was no finesse to his love making but what he lacked in technique he made up for in sheer enthusiasm. He smacked into me so hard he was lifting my feet off the ground and pushing me forward into the storage shelves. I struggled to find a footing and ended up knocking aside all the carefully stacked boxes and clinging to the rack as he pumped me. With something to brace myself with I was able to get my legs spread nice and wide and push my bottom back against him. 

His cock felt wonderful but there was angle I wanted him to find so with an acrobatic skill I could only claim in my younger years I was able to get my feet up on the wrung of the next shelf and drop into a semi squat by holding onto the central upright of the shelving system. I was now hanging like a monkey with my bottom pushed out into mid air and my pussy pouting and completely exposed to his upward thrust but with a lot of control over how deep he could go. It was simply delicious and sent me over the moon. He cried out like Tarzan when he ejaculated and I bobbed my pussy up and down on his knob really enjoying the sensation of his spurts.

I slipped my panties back into place over my dripping vulva and couldn't wait to get home and show Phillip. By the time I arrived home the gusset of my panties looked like someone had poured a cup of egg whites into them and the inside of my thighs were sticky all the way down to my knees. Just describing what I had let Tony do to me had me breathless. Needless to say Phillip and I had a really fun night.

Phillip asked me if I was turned on by Tony and I told him I was quite excited by playing the role of Tony's slut but I would take it one day at a time because Tony simply wasn't my type. 

Tony lived up to his promise of a full time job which I didn't really expect from him and in return he made it quite clear what the payback was. He was married to a woman who would have killed him if she knew so it was Tony's habit to confine all play to the privacy of the storeroom after closing. Love making was never more than a 10 minute affair so it suited me as well. He probably thought me to be really inventive but every session was more or less scripted by Phillip. My favourite was going without panties for the day and giving Tony the odd flash. He actually had to go and have a wank to relieve himself during the day.

As time went buy Tony became increasingly familiar with me and he finally invited me to go with him to Sydney to attend a training seminar. I wasn't sure about it but as Phillip was traveling away quite a bit himself he said I should go and report back to him everything that happened. Tony and I attended some company training sessions on the Thursday and Friday then we stayed on for the weekend at the Gazebo Hotel at Kings Cross which is right next to Sydney's red-light district and strip clubs. He bought me a very revealing outfit to wear and we went out to some of the clubs. It was the first time I had been to see a live show. That; coupled with the fact that a lot of men were looking at me because of the ultra skimpy dress I had on proved to be very exciting. It was more than coincidence however that we bumped into Tony's cousin, Silvio. 

I felt that Tony was showing me off and I was half expecting him to ask me to have sex with Silvio but as it turned out it was all about big-noting himself and letting him know that he was fucking me. I enjoyed some very good sex that weekend including a brief encounter on the dance floor of a club with a very drunk Japanese man who felt my tits and told me he wanted to take me back to Japan with him. 

Tony engineered another "training trip" two months later and again we stayed at the Gazebo. It was now summer and quite hot in Sydney. Tony had bought me a very short red dress and after a few scotch and cokes from the mini-bar I didn't need much convincing to venture out without panties on.

We did a round of the adult shops then went to a strip club. The bouncer let us in without paying a cover charge because of my outfit and he gave me a wolf whistle as I walked up the steps into the club which made me feel fantastic. Tony's cousin Silvio was waiting for us inside plus another short older guy who had just arrived from Italy and couldn't speak a word of English. The guys were definitely out for a good time and plied me with drinks so it wasn't long before I had three leering Italians all over me. Tony wasn't as protective as he was the first time and must have told them at some stage that I wasn't wearing any panties because they all suddenly became very interested in running their hands up my thighs.

The combination of the seedy club environment, alcohol and the attention I was getting had me very hot. Casting caution to the wind I opened my legs and let them do what they wanted. Tony lifted the hem of my dress up so they could watch each other fingering me. It didn't take long before I was agreeing to go back to the Hotel.

They stripped me as soon as we walked in the room and sorted out the order of events. The short guy was first because he was a visitor and had never had an English woman before. He didn't have a long penis but it was incredibly thick. He loosened me up with a couple of fingers then used his thumbs to spread me open. He had me gasping as his penis wedged me wide open. He thrust for a few moments then held me down tight and ejaculated. I remember whimpering like a little puppy. It felt like I had the head of a garden gnome stuffed inside me.

Tony let Silvio go next before having his turn. I have to admit they made me feel very yummy and never seemed to take their hands or mouths off my body. The older guy was particularly enthusiastic and took me several times.

My job at the shoe store finished shortly after due to Tony's wife becoming highly suspicious of her husband. I also wonder if it might have been his cousin spilling the beans on our Sydney trip.

My next job was the bookkeeper of a large electrical firm. I enjoyed being around all those men but I felt it was just too risky to start anything. One of the owners was a real pig of a man and initially I was scared of him (the earlier book keeper had left because of stress I later found out). He insisted on calling me "Girl" which I hated but I liked the work and the money was good so I tried to take things in my stride. 

As part of my job one of the partners gave me access to the safe and sorting through some stuff one day I came across a large envelope stuffed with pornography. I'm no prude; in fact I love erotic photography so I riffled through it before carefully putting it back. What really intrigued me was who owned it. A few days later Robert (I nicknamed him Mr. Piggy) discovered I had access to the safe. I presumed he knew about it and it immediately struck me that he seemed really uptight about "not knowing earlier" when I heard him speaking to the partner who had given me the combination. Andrew didn't say a word about it to me but I noticed the envelope was gone next time I went to the safe.

I now knew that Andrew was into some pretty kinky stuff like bondage, lingerie and very close up shots of shaved vulvas. The idea of playing up to Andrew crossed my mind just to see if I could get around him. Phillip and I discussed it and he thought it would be fun to tease him a little. The first ploy was really innocent, simply a mail order lingerie catalogue left on my desk where I knew he would see it. I wasn't completely sure if he'd noticed but I felt there was a good chance.

My second tactic was getting into the habit of changing at work before going out on Friday evenings "to save a trip home". I asked Andrew if it would be OK to store a shopping bag containing my things in his office so they wouldn't get dirty. I was careful to place some nice sexy underwear right on top of my dress along with my cosmetic bag and shaver. 

Bingo...the first Friday afternoon I went into his office to collect my stuff before going to the ladies to change I noticed my panties had been moved and refolded. Knowing that he'd touched my panties and probably got excited himself pleased me no end. Each week for the next month I took him through a tour of my lingerie draw ending with bra, suspenders, stockings and NO PANTIES.

All of a sudden Andrew's attitude took a turn. He was lingering around shuffling papers when I returned from the ladies loo and asked me into his office for a chat. He pulled out a chair – a long way from his desk and invited me to sit. It was pretty clear he was making this up as he went along. He told me what a good job I was doing. How I was fitting in very well and that I had good prospects for a long career with the company.

As I sat there it became patently obvious that his eyes were spending most of their time focused on my knees. I knew what he was hoping for and I might have indulged him except I was not the clean shaven "girly" he thought I was. In fact I was sporting a real Mohawk down below at the time and the last thing I was going to do was spoil his fantasy at this stage. I kept my knees firmly locked together and practiced all my private school etiquette when standing much to his disappointment, however I knew I had him hooked. I just had to work out what to do next.

Phillip was enjoying orchestrating our game and I was positively excited by playing the tease. Phillip wanted me to shave. I often gave myself a crew cut from time to time but a complete shave or wax was a real pain in more ways than one. Regardless Phillip convinced me and a week later my bush was gone and I was as smooth and pink as a baby's behind. My slit looked very "girly" indeed much to Phillip's delight.

I was more turned on by the idea of flashing my little split peach (as Phillip called it) than actually having any sex. Having sex with Andrew was not my intention.

I came to work that Friday with great anticipation and was very disappointed to discover that Andrew had been called away on business. When checking the safe however, I discovered that Andrew had replaced his porn envelope with a folder containing even more magazines. 

The first magazine on top had been folded back to show the picture of a woman sitting on a chair with her legs spread. My heart began to race. It appeared Andrew was playing a game himself. I flicked through the magazines until I found a picture of a man being masturbated by a woman in lingerie and put my photo on top of his.

If Andrew had noticed my picture choice he certainly kept it well hidden during the week. On Friday I packed my outfit which included a black dress, suspenders, stockings, bra and again no panties.

To my absolute delight Andrew was waiting to engage me in conversation after I had changed. This time he said he wanted to get to know me better. I sat on the offered chair and watched Andrew take up his strategic position designed to capture me if my knees drifted apart. He enquired about my interests but I found it difficult to focus because all I could think about was whether it was a good or bad idea to open my legs. Andrew was almost salivating for me to flash him but I just couldn't do it. I decided it was too obvious and would spoil the game.

We quickly ran out of things to talk about so I stood and went to leave, however Andrew wasn't going to let me off the hook that easy. He now asked me for my opinion on a painting he had on his wall. This time he directed me into position by placing his hand gently on my bottom. I pretended not to notice his hand and stood talking about his boring painting in order to give him time to check out my bottom and confirm I was indeed without panties.

Again I went to leave and then almost in exasperation he asked me to stay a little longer. I was now really intrigued as I watched him open the top draw of his desk and take out his porn folder. My heart was beating fast and Andrew was red faced. He opened the folder and took out the magazine with the photo of the woman sitting on the chair and asked me if I liked it. I said I liked it very much. He looked at the chair where I'd been sitting earlier for a moment and then sat down behind his desk. 

I knew what he wanted and I was excited by his proposed game. I locked the door to his office, sat down and slowly opened my legs while he started fumbling with his trousers. I couldn't see his penis but I could see his arm moving and hear the slap of skin on skin. I lifted my knees up and gave him the best view I could. I wasn't able to see myself but if I was as swollen and wet as I felt he wasn't going to be disappointed.

Andrew groaned and leaned forward with his eyes bulging. The veins stood out on his temples as he ejaculated then he slumped forward gasping. I was very aroused and fingering myself by now. I returned his stare as I climaxed. It had not been penile sex but it had been very satisfying.

Andrew asked if I minded giving him some privacy and I left the room to go and wash my hands. I waited outside his office for a good 15 minutes but he never came out so I went home and told Phillip of my unusual experience.

The following week was very strange. It was as though nothing had happened the previous Friday. Andrew was back to his usual obnoxious self but he had changed the photo featured at the top of his porn folder to one showing a woman sitting on a toilet peeing. It made me blush and reminded me of the night Terry had watched me pee on the beach. When Friday came around I repeated my dress up routine and was not surprised when Andrew finally got around to suggesting improvements to the ladies toilet. 

I sat down opened my legs and let out what pee I had. He told me not to wipe and kept his eyes focused on my vulva as he unzipped himself and placed his hand inside his trousers. He jiggled and tugged himself for quite a long time before he scurried off back to his office leaving me wandering what was going on. 

Phillip and I spoke about Andrew and we determined he was into fetishes but not necessarily interested into fucking me. I was quite happy about this and became very interested in what his fantasy was going to be the following week. I received a small pay rise on Thursday and before I left Andrew's office he asked me very softly if he could have my panties after changing on Friday. I told him I would be happy to give him some nice new lace panties but he was very insistent that he wanted my normal panties after I'd been wearing them all day. On Friday afternoon I did as he requested after which he asked me for some privacy. That was the last time I saw him that day. I went home and Phillip and I found it very arousing to talk about what Andrew was doing with my panties. Phillip said he was wanking into them and I agreed this was the most likely thing.

I did the panty routine with Andrew for a good month then one Friday he invited me into his office and asked if I would look at some pictures with him. I was now feeling very comfortable with him and as we looked at the pictures I could tell he had an erection in his trousers. I was compelled to do more for him and bent right over so if he'd wanted to he could have taken me. Instead, he pulled up a chair right behind me, opened his fly and started masturbating. His face was so close I could feel his breath on my pussy lips which drove me crazy. I was now starting to feel I was getting the short end of the stick in this game and tried to sit on him but he simply stood up, tucked himself away and said it might be best if I left.

Andrew was a much more complex person than I had ever encountered. I was starting to wonder what I was mixed up in and decided that I couldn't push him. I wasn't sure where this little adventure was leading but I felt I needed to see it through. 

I recall Andrew being a bit standoffish the next week. I decided to warm things up by wearing the same panties Thursday and Friday and even giving myself a good fingering through the material before I took them off. I left my panties in the usual place for Andrew and went home. When I arrived Phillip told me that Andrew had called passing on the message that he required my help in finding some important documents. Phillip had a big smile on his face and wished me well as I got back in the car. Andrew was waiting for me when I arrived. 

His important document ended up being a magazine about bondage. He laid it out on the table for me and turned the pages asking my opinion until he finally came to a picture of a woman completely bound with rope, her breasts looking like they would burst and the hand of a man touching her vagina. It was an extremely erotic photograph so when he asked me if I liked it I told him the truth. He then asked me if I would like to be tied up like the woman in the picture. I told him I would love to be tied up in such a way.

Andrew was a big man with a fat paunch of a stomach. He was twice my age and the most singularly unappealing man I had ever been close to but at that moment I was so hot I could have sucked his dick. I trembled as he gently lifted my dress up around my waste and asked if I would mind taking all my clothes off. I did as he asked fully expecting him to take me but instead he just looked and then told me I had a very pretty vulva.




My Story



It was one of those days the sort you just know that you should have really stayed in bed. I crawled out of bed at 5 a.m. that is what you have to do when you are going to move cattle in the middle of summer over here in the land of Australia, if you don't do that by the time you get out in the paddock you will find the whole mob scattered around under any shady trees they can find and try and move em , not on your life! 

So here I am crawling out of bed at that ungodly hour, get dressed, grab a slice of cake, cool glass of water and then off out to get on the motor bike; of course in keeping with my feelings of the moment the rear tyre is flat. 

I push the bike over to the compressor and pump the thing up. Well at least something went right, the tyre looks like it will stay up with out having to mend it. Fill it up with petrol check the oil and finally I can start it and go round up the errant cattle who have jumped the fence and got in the wrong paddock,

The grass is very tall and thick,

I get the cattle in a sort of a mob and head them in the general direction of where they have to go. One stubborn critter decides he does not want any part of moving and heads off at top gallop, I set off after him, straight through a galvanized burr bush I ride, unfortunately I do not see the 2 feet high log buried in the bush, the bike hits at about 20 miles per hour, it stops quickly how ever ,I do not! 

I fly through the air and luckily for me land in another galvanised burr bush, which absorbs most of the force, but they do not call them "Burrs" for nothing and I look down and there is blood all over my arm, I think I have cut my self badly, but on closer inspection it is just the thorns which have punctured my arm, so I give it a brush to get 'em out, hop back on the bike and set off after the steer which has stopped a few yards away as if to grin at my predicament .

I manage to get him rounded up and back to the mob, feel ling pretty sore and sorry for myself, I do however manage to get the mob back in the correct paddock.

I get back home, get undressed and have a cool shower, I have been out riding for about 5 hours and I feel very sore and sorry for myself, the cold water makes my body feel a bit better apart for the stinging of the water on the cuts from the thorns.

I dry myself, go into the bed room and just crash on the bed naked, and I am soon fast asleep. I vaguely hear the dogs barking, but I am too tired to do anything about it.

I must have gone back to sleep because the next thing I am conscious of what seems like a heavy weight on my back, I am lying face down on my chest, I smell the wonderful aroma of perfume, and feel soft hands gently squeezing my wrists I am gradually wakening, but far from awake I can feel the back of my neck being kissed and licked which is quite a pleasant feeling when you are not quite asleep, and not yet awake. 

The body which is lying on my back begins to rub itself up and down, I can feel dampness down around my ass , the body sort of rolls a little to one side with one leg beside mine and the other between my legs. It begins to push up and down against the side of my ass, quite hard now and quite rapidly.

The breathing is quite loud, the pressure as it thrust against my ass is very strong now, my ass feels very damp now I can smell that unmistakeable odour of female sexual excitement, I just love that smell, a husky female voice says "Raise you ass up a bit" I am awake enough to comply; the thrusting is very hard now, the breathing extremely loud the hands are squeezing my wrists very hard and finger nails are digging in to me. 

She pushes down onto my ass very hard and I feel her wetness pouring onto my ass it is like someone is squirting me with one of those big water pistols filled with warm water, the smell of sex is very very strong, my ass is totally drenched, the dampness has flowed down onto the sheets the bed is very wet down there. 

The body collapses down on to my back breathing hard still, no longer moving just lying there. I am wakening a little now but still far from fully awake; I have no idea who has been taking liberties with my body. Not that I mind of course. 

She rolls off my back and gently caresses my back with her hands, it feels very nice. Her hands travel down the centre of my back and caress my very damp ass, she rubs her fluid into my body and her hands press my legs apart, and her fingers gently push against my anus gently rubbing in a circular motion around and around they go. 

I feel one finger probing into me, gently it penetrates my hole, it seems quite deep in me now, she gently pushes it in and out, in and out it feels quite nice!

I just lie there and let her do as she wants. She moves her finger nearly out of my ass and she then pushes in with another finger; my anus resists the intrusion of the additional finger and squeezes on to them, but she just pushes in a little harder , my ass feels full , she is thrusting in and out a little faster now, gradually I become accustom to the feeling and my ass relaxes more, she pulls back a little and she adds another finger to my tight hole and continues with her in and out motion,

I have never felt like this before in my life, this is a totally new feeling to me and I cannot say it does not please me because it does! My ass is feeling quite dry now dried from the friction of her ministrations , she must be aware of this, because I feel her remove her fingers and after a moment or too I feel dampness back around my delicate hole the fingers push back into me, only this time there is an additional one, she now has four fingers in my ass, it hurts a little as she pushes in and out, but the pleasure outweighs the pain, 

I raise my ass up a bit so she can have better access to my tender hole. It feels so full, and yet so good. I feel her pull back and I assume she must have bunched her fingers and thumb together, I feel like some thing huge is penetrating my ass, it really hurts a lot I scream out "Fuck that hurts" she takes no notice of me and seems to twist her hand a little and I feel it push right into my ass, (damn that hurts) but at the same time it feels so good. 

Slowly at first she moves her hand about in my tight ass, gradually pushing in and out a little faster, I cannot describe just what I am feeling now, an intense pain and a feel of sheet ecstasy, nothing I have felt before has felt like this. 

For the first time since I was aware of her my cock has become hard, very hard , I am now fully awake; the pleasure and pain ensured that, she must have sensed that and she withdrew her hand from my ass.

I roll over, barely looking at her I grab her body and push it down onto the bed, I move on top of her and thrust my very hard cock very forcefully deep in to her cunt , it goes all the way into her so easily, she is absolutely sopping wet, I can hear squelching noises as I thrust into her, in and out I thrust, she is screaming something, I have no idea what, I am too intent on fucking her as hard as I can. 

Her cunt is so wet, her odour so strong she is squeezing my cock with all the force she san apply with her cuntal muscles, she squeezes as I thrust deeply into her.

She relaxes a bit as I pull back and squeezes as I thrust back into her. The feeling is so intense, I feel I am going to cum very soon, my cock shudders as I thrust into her.

I feel my orgasm commencing and my seed shoots into her. So good it feels her pussy is squeezing the last drops of cum out of me, I feel so good and for the first time I actually look at her. I have never seen her before, she is quite lovely, light red hair nice breasts ,exquisite body and one of the prettiest cunts I have ever laid eyes on ,I have no idea why she is in my house, but I sure am pleased she took advantage of my body.

And that is my story.



My Story



...we head towards the shower, my body sticky with your cum... I can feel my nerves tingling from the wonderful orgasm that you gave me while I was tied up on my bed. Mmm, just thinking about it makes my pussy so wet and warm. 

You turn the water on, making it hot. We embrace and you give me this long, lingering kiss while the bathroom fills up with steam. My body is on fire, I feel myself melting into you, my nipples hardening against the soft skin on your chest.

You get into the shower; I follow and find myself once more in your embrace, the warm water cascading down over us. I trace my tongue across your lips, licking the softness of them, tasting a slight trace of my pussy still lingering. Your tongue comes out to meet mine and we explore each other's flavor and our own flavors intermingling on our tongues, our hands exploring one another's body.

I pick up the soap and cover my hands with it, beckoning for you to turn around with your back to me. My hands explore your neck and shoulders, tracing the muscles there with my soapy hands, moving down your back, taking my time washing you all the way down to your feet.

I turn you around and kiss you again while the water rinses your back. Getting my hands soapy once more I give you a wicked grin and start on your front, my hands caressing your neck, chest and belly. I love how your nipples harden for me when I run my fingers gently across them; there is something so erotic about that, I think. I get on my knees and wash your thighs, your calves, down your ankles...

Once I get to your feet I start moving back up and wash to your hips, your cock has started to get hard again from my attention and the soft feel of my hands on your body. I reach for it with my soapy hands and slide them up and down the length, making you fully hard now. I carefully wash your balls and all around your ass, soaping every inch of you, your breathing gets harder as your arousal increases. I turn your body around so that the shower can rinse you off, pressing my body against your back while my hands rub your body, getting all the soap off. 

I turn you back around and we kiss, my hand reaches down to stroke your hard cock and I feel you moan softly against my lips. I pull away from you and smile, getting down on my knees before you, I stick my tongue out and trace a circle around the head of your cock, tasting the pre-cum that has dribbled out... 

mmm you taste so good. 

I take you in my mouth slowly, inch by inch until you are deep in my throat. I love the feeling of your hard cock against my tongue; it turns me on so much! I start licking and sucking your cock, my hand gently squeezing and massaging your balls, feeling them getting harder and fuller. I can feel the pressure in you starting to build up and I pull away, standing back up I kiss you and whisper in your ear "ok sweetie, my turn".

You reach for the soap and lather up your hands, beckoning me to turn around and put my back to you. I lean against you as your arms come around to my front as you soap up my body, your hands moving gently from my belly and up to my neck, washing off all the stickiness, lingering on my breasts until you feel my nipples harden. 

You move your hand down and wash carefully between my legs, teasing my clit with your finger before you continue down to my ankles. 

Then you turn us around and rinse me under the water, your hands roaming my body until the soap is off. I lean forward and put my hands against the wall of the shower, luxuriating in the feel of you washing my back, your soapy hands roaming from the back of my neck down to my feet, lightly tracing your way over my ass. 

Once you get to my feet you start to slowly massage your way back up to my ass, feeling the tight muscles and the curve up my hip under your hands, you reach a soapy hand in between my legs and wash around my little rosebud, sending warmth through my whole body as I feel my pussy started to ache for you. 

Seeing me ass and pussy so exposed to you gives you ideas, you turn me around and quickly rinse all of the soap off of me. We wrap our arms around each other and share a long passionate kiss, both of us breathing hard now; I feel your engorged cock pressing against my belly. 

You ask me to turn around and lean against the shower again. Once I do this you get behind me and with both hands you grasp my ass, pulling it apart until you can see my pussy, it's so wet you can see the moisture drip from it. 

You put your cock in between my legs and rub it against my pussy until it is wet and slippery, then put just the head inside of me. The sensation makes me so hot and I push back into you, sliding your cock effortlessly deep inside of me. 

Your hand moves under me and tugs at my clit while you start to move your hips faster, your cock sliding in and out of my pussy in long deep strokes. Your enjoying the view, you can see yourself thrusting into me and you reach your finger down and start playing with my asshole... your finger enters me a little and you feel my pussy tighten instantly around you, my moans echoing through the shower, so you slide it in further, your finger moves in and out in time with your thrusting cock. 

I start to quiver all over and you know I'm getting close to climax. Faster you move and you feel my body moving back and forth to meet you, the friction getting hotter, bringing you close to the edge. 

My body tenses underneath you and you hear me let out a long, loud moan as I start to cum, my pussy so tight around your cock that you can hardly move, pushing you over the edge... 

I feel the first drops of your cum spurting inside of me while at the same time my orgasm overwhelms me and I cum hard, my pussy juices soaking your cock while you explode inside of me with a growl.

I feel like I'm cumming forever as wave after wave of pleasure shoots through my body and I lean back into you, pushing your cock all the way up deep inside of me. As we both start to relax you pull me up and around to kiss you... 

We laugh as we wash ourselves up again and help each other dry off. You wink at me and say, "you know, I still want to know what it's like to be tied up..."

(To be continued)



My Story



Prelude

"My fantasies usually involve an unattainable woman..."

This is how I would usually start describing what I wanted when I would talk to a phone sex partner.

I love phone sex - the sound of a woman's voice, her describing the things she would do to me - for me. It takes me away from the day to day life, the pressures, and the frustrations. Describing in detail, a good partner would say how she'd touch me, occasionally adding a playful kiss, or groan or giggle - maybe with her mouth wrapped around her finger to conjure up the image of that sweet-sounding blowjob I wish I could have but never received.

I was a virgin till I was 23, and my shyness was a crippling handicap for me to overcome. Even after I lost my virginity, I had problems dealing with something as beautiful and lovely as having sex with a woman who wants nothing more than to make me feel good. Masturbation was my escape, and finding ways to explore my fantasies was the only way I could cope with my fear of rejection and failure when it came to satisfying a woman who just seemed so beautiful and so sexy and so out of my league.

I'm a selfish egotistical greedy man who craves doting attention. Sex is important to me and I love the idea of a sexy hot woman wanting to lavish attention upon me. The idea of warm skin, sweet perfume, gentle whispers and long generous milkings of my cock are what I crave during my lonelier moments. 

It's like sweet music to me when I hear a woman opening up to me about anything and everything - like she was becoming vulnerable - confiding in me, an anonymous stranger who won't judge her, who won't give her unsolicited advice, who provides and empathetic ear in which she can unburden her soul and tell me the things she'd be afraid to tell her closest loved ones. Let's face it, we are all selfish creatures who want what we want, and don't give a damn what others want unless it can benefit us. There's nothing sweeter than the feeling of earning that sweet reward after a long passionate session with my partner.

I've had many wonderful lovers. If you're interested, let me tell you about them.

First Experiments

My first experiments with phone sex began when I was in college and had absolutely no rap with women. I was a tongue tied mess who had a crush on one girl all through high school and yet never dated. Not that I didn't think other girls were pretty, but she was the absolute focus of my adolescent attention. I thought I was in love. But she never returned my affections, and my heart was empty and broken. I was also a nineteen year old with incredible urges.

Looking back, I realize girls flirted with me. They loved to talk with me, invited me to go jogging with them, invited me to come watch a movie or hang out in their room, or be a partner in class. It's not like each time was a potential contribution to penthouse forum, but I never had an inkling that I was capable or worthy of even flirting with these beautiful girls. I was so horny and clueless.

Flirting, confidence, a sense of style was like trying to understand complex mathematics while drunk, and I would get so horny and not know how to deal with it other than through masturbation and fantasy. Those damn urges.

It was so very lonely.

Late nights involved me watching television like 'Sportscenter' or a movie, mindlessly flipping through channels looking for some entertainment while my roommates would be out drinking, meeting girls and having a good time. Me, I was afraid to drink, afraid to get drunk and become an alcoholic.

Those high school health classes had sunk in and were quite effective. All of those scare tactics and cold statistics intended to disarm the urges of adolescence made me young naive and scared to try anything new. This led to many outings at night. I'd go for a walk, because I had no car at college. I'd watch TV, I'd study, and I'd take the money earned from working in the university mail room and order a pizza on Saturday.

It was solitary and so very lonely.

And sometimes that loneliness was overwhelming that depression would crush my soul causing my stomach to tie into knots. I longed for the sweet smell of perfume, a warm soft body, a sweet voice to whisper in my ear. I would watch movies and see women on late night TV and wish so much that those feelings of lust, love and desire would be focused on me. I wanted it so bad I'd fantasize and crave it.

One night I was up late and saw a one of those beautiful women on TV. Her skin was smooth and even though it was TV, I'd bet she smelled great. I heard a sweet voice, and then I couldn't believe my ears.

"Do you wish for the lust, love and desire you see in these beautiful women's eyes?" 

I sat up and took immediate note of the details. The contact was a 900 number - a phone sex number. Why didn't I think of it before? A woman would talk to me; give me the validation without the fear of rejection. She wouldn't see that I was overweight. She wouldn't see my face turn red from nervousness. She'd know what I wanted and wouldn't feel the least bit awkward about it. It was a service that was legal, that wouldn't risk me getting an STD or a woman pregnant. It was the answer to my prayers. 

I didn't even think twice and picked up the phone, only to find 900 numbers had been blocked by the university phone system. Then I noticed another commercial.

This time it was for an 800 number, but they wanted a credit card and I didn't have one. I couldn't justify it. I barely made enough for a pizza on the weekend. I had some money in my bank account but that wasn't enough. I was frustrated and yet driven by my testosterone.

One Friday night, preparing for another long weekend of solitude, I stopped at the student bookstore and bought a copy of 'Rolling Stone' magazine. I read the articles and perused reviews of the latest movies and albums when I flipped to the back. 

An old hippie history teacher of mine had joked about those ads where you can become an ordained minister for 50 bucks. I remembered and went to check it out and chuckle. Back then, as the nights grew long and the loneliness would overtake me I would peruse 'Rolling Stone' often. I don't know why. Maybe if I knew about the latest movies and music and maybe something that you didn't know from MTV or the news I could bring it up at a party and suddenly be the most interesting man in the room.

I remembered my teacher telling me about the ads in the back. This time, I closed the magazine and opened the back cover and was working backwards when I saw it, before I even saw the ad for the Universal Life Church. It was another ad for a 900 number and beside that, an ad for a number I didn't recognize. It didn't look like a standard number, but the ad was worded like the 900 number ads.

The urges rose, the fantasies swirled in my head. I dialed the numbers in sequence. I heard the odd dial tone - I was clearly dialing outside the US - and I didn't care - fuck those rates. I was on the verge of talking to a sexy woman. I knew in my heart I was going to decipher the Rosetta stone of the female gender and be able to pick up any woman I wanted after this. Then I heard her voice. It was a recording and I heard the sweetest sounding voice on the other end. It was recorded but it sounded oh so good.

Her sweet gift for description was delicious as she described what she'd do to me and how so very good it felt when I'd do things to her. I quickly discovered how good it felt if I rubbed her clit - how good it felt when my tongue would lap across it. I also quickly discovered the sweetest sound of all.

My recorded mystery lover was describing how she would suck my cock, and she was greedy. She described how she would kiss down my chest. I could practically feel those warm lips on my aching virgin skin. How she would nuzzle and kiss my balls, gently working her way up my untouched shaft until she finally enveloped it with her fictional mouth. My imagination was in overdrive and I came so hard. The rush was so incredible I was excited all over.

I don't know if it was the sexual excitement of hearing this woman speak, or the excitement of achieving this goal I'd wanted to accomplish for weeks. I didn't care then - who does when you're lost in the moment? For the first time I heard the sounds of a woman who was in the throes of passion, and I exploded, grinding my teeth and enjoying a fine rush of adrenaline and endorphins.

I felt like more of a man. I knew was I was ready to hear more. I wanted more. I ached for more. The urges were going to come back but I was ready to deal with them.

To be Continued...



My Story



The thought had crossed my mind before, but here I sit a middle-aged housewife with two children and the perfect suburban home, with a story to tell you. Women like me do not have thoughts like this. Women like me don't dream about 5-6-7 guys going at her. Filling her pussy with their thick, rock hard cocks and blowing cum all over their pretty little tits but I did! And I decided to do more than think about it. I made a plan, and made it happen.

I had second thoughts, of course, would people find out? What would they think? I wasn't even sure what I thought of my own feelings. The thought of actually doing it really made me hot, but also made me question myself. 

I began chatting online just to feel out the situation. I wanted to see what other people thought about gangbangs, and see where it led me. Well it let me to three guys. 

I started talking to three different men that seemed intelligent and interested in me. I asked a lot of questions and learned a lot about them. They attached pictures of themselves. 

One guy, Chris, was in his early 20's. He was tall and thin. Kind of a baby face I would say but had nice muscular arms. He said he had been with a handful of woman and loved oral. He had the most enticing blue eyes I had ever seen. 

Another guy, Bill, was in his early 30's. He was married and thought he may be bi. I made sure to keep him in mind for a possible d/p. He was about 5'10 and average weight. He had blue eyes to die for and wavy thinning blonde hair. He was very excited about the possibility of gangbang because his sex life had completely fallen apart sexually and he really wanted more! 

Lastly, the 3rd third man, Richard, was in his mid 40's. He had never been married and always kind of played the field. He was appeared to be a rougher man. He had a beard; which was starting to grey, and several tattoos. He was in great shape but had a rougher exterior. In his messages to me, I found out that it went beyond his exterior as well. He really liked rough sex and wanted to use me "like the slut you are" is how he put it. 

I asked him about the possibility of him being one of the two guys in a double penetration, and he said, "Of course I will." I could tell that he wanted to stretch every one of my holes. 

There were many others that responded to my chat room inquiry, but I chose these three men for a reason. I wanted to see the different styles and experience their different ages. Although this idea excited me to no end, and I sincerely wanted this fantasy fulfilled; nevertheless, I asked myself, "What are you doing? I told these men that I really thought this was a good idea, and how much it turned me on. But I didn't tell them that part of me questioned my own judgment, their skills and my safety. But, I was satisfied that these three were good choices, and that they understood their part in my plan.

After I finished sending the plan to them, I knew that I had gone beyond the point of no return. I had told the men that I would call and make reservations for the coming Friday, and they were to ask for my room at the front desk. I would give them my room number. This would be my fantasy party, and I wanted them to know that I was in control. Little did I know. I would not have as much control in the situation as I had thought. 

I told the men to each bring a wrapped gift with a toy of some sort inside it. I didn't tell them why or give them details on my plan but I instructed them to not get off this week. I wanted all of their cum.

I picked up the receiver to dial.... But my fingers wouldn't move. I was scared shitless. I shook my head and gave myself a little pep talk. "Come on Kara stop being a child! You want this. Don't you?"

I decided that YES I did want this and picked up the receiver to call a hotel. Nervously I began to dial and stopped at the last number. "It is now or never," I told myself and pushed the last key. I waited anxiously as it rang.

"Hello, thank you for calling the La Scala hotel. This is Rachel how may I help you?" 

"Hello Rachel, this is Kara. I am calling to make a reservation for this Friday. I need a king room please. Do you have anything available on the top floor with a view?"

"Let me check for you," she says. I could hear her typing on the computer, and I became more anxious. I wiggled my leg in my chair and couldn't stop tapping my fingers. 

"Yes, we do," she said startling me after the long silence. We have a king-suite that overlooks the garden out back. The balcony patios are larger on that floor. They are very nice rooms, and the off-season rates are quite reasonable. 

"Oh great! Please book it for me. My name is Kara Hunter."

After she finished getting my information, I hung up the phone, and let out a big sigh since the beginning was finally over.

It was truly going to happen. There was basically no going back. My mind wandered from thought to thought. What if I didn't like it? What if I changed my mind? What if I get an STD? What if people find out? What if my husband finds out? I worried about all of this, but my fears were overcome when the thought of hard cocks surrounding me entered my mind. I could visualize it, and imagine the feel of their hands moving all over my body. I wanted it so bad.

After getting off the phone with the hotel my mind fixed on the goal, I emailed all the guys to reaffirm that our plan was indeed in action. I told them we would meet at the La Scala hotel. I chose this one because it is older and classier than the new hotels by the airport or any motel. It isn't too expensive, but very nice and more "up scale." 

Somehow the choice of this hotel made me feel a little better about what I was doing. As I typed to each of the guys, I began to feel really excited. I remembered past chats with them all. I remembered reading how much they wanted to fuck me, and I pictured them wanting to lay me down and fuck my pussy as they watched me suck another man off; and to hear my muffled moans. 

I felt myself reaching down into my silk panties and touching the smooth mound above my pussy. I slowly slid one finger along the slit of my pussy and felt how wet and excited I was. I began to rub my clit lightly and then stopped myself. I wanted to keep myself prepared and excited. 

I hoped that each of the men would follow my instruction to do the same. I wanted their balls nice and full of cum for me. I wanted it saved up so that I could enjoy all their juices showering over my body. I made sure to put in my closing emails that this would be the last time they would hear from me until Friday. I did not want to do phone, or cyber, or any kind of sex until I could actually have them in person. I wanted us all to save it for the big day! 

As the Friday grew closer I found that all I could think about was the plan. I thought of both the positives and the negatives, but I didn't change my mind. In fact, my resolve grew stronger.

Friday evening finally arrived, and I hopped in the shower to prepare for my long anticipated night. My husband was out with some friends, and my kids were on a sleep over, so I didn't have to deal with questions from them--but I knew that my husband would be home by midnight. So I needed to be home before or just shortly after that. 

I knew that this was only going to be a onetime thing. Or at least, that was my plan. But there was another thought that created some tension in my mind as well: What if I really enjoy it? What if I want more?

I turned the water on and made it nice and hot. I watched myself in the mirror as I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my lacy black bra. I reached around and unsnapped my bra and threw that to the floor. I unzipped the side of my knee length skirt and pulled it off. I slid my panties down over my hips and let them drop to the floor. They were just basic cotton panties for comfort while working. I had picked out something special from Victoria's Secret to wear for this evening. 

I turned around looking in the mirror as I ran my hands over my firm, full D breasts and noticed as my dark nipples hardened from my touching. I slid my hand over my flat stomach and tapped it hearing the smacking sound of my hand meeting my skin. I let out a slight moan and stepped into the shower. The water hit my painted toes, and I realized it was a little too hot. I turned the cold on a little more. Soon I had eased my body under the full force of the water and let it warm and relax me. I washed my hair with Treseme shampoo to make my hair nice and soft. Next I soaped up my sponge to wash my body. I ran the sponge vigorously over my body giving myself a pink glow. When I reached down to wash my pussy, I noticed that I needed to shave and used my razor to make my pussy nice and smooth again. I paid close attention to every inch of my pussy to make sure not to miss an inch. I spread my lips and exposed my pink insides and ran the razor over it very carefully. I moved my razor right up to my ass hole to make sure there was nothing there as well. I wanted everything smooth.

When I had finished shaving my pussy, legs and underarms I washed my ass really good. I didn't know if there would be anal. I didn't know if I even wanted it because I had never done it before--but I thought I should be well prepared, and so I made sure my tight and dark hole was nice and clean. 

I jumped out of the shower and toweled off. I put on some baby lotion. This made my skin extra soft. I rubbed it all over my body. I dried my hair and let it fall over my bare shoulders. It would stay straight and long tonight. 

I proceeded to walk nude through the house watching this sultry woman I barely knew, but welcomed, parade past our mirrors and back to my room. I even grew brave and walked in front of a window with no shades. I found a black lace top and grabbed my new black plunge bra and put it on. This bra was perfect because it pushed up my boobs exposing maximum cleavage. I knew that the way I was dressing would draw attention to me while registering at the hotel, but I didn't care. 

I found a nice short dark purple, tight, just below the ass skirt. I decided to go panty-less for the night--What a surprise that might be for the boys. I slipped my feet into a sexy pair of heels. They were stiletto heels. They definitely said "Fuck me"! To top it all off I squirted Channel #5 all over my neck and wrists. 

I walked back through the house and to the bathroom. I don't wear much make up, but I put a little on. I put some nice eyeliner on and lots of mascara. I made my eyes nice and sultry with some dark purple eye shadow. I put lip-gloss on my lips and made sure to bring that with me. I couldn't believe the woman that was in the mirror. She was sexy and looked so desirable. Who was she?

As I was walking to the door, the phone rang. It startled me, and I stood in front of the phone just staring at it while it rang. When I snapped out of it, I picked up the phone. It was my husband.

"Hi Hunny how are you?" he asked.

"Oh fine, I am going out with the girls from work for awhile like I told you. I should be back by midnight or just after at the latest. Enjoy your time with the boys, Hunny." 

"You okay? You sound rushed." 

"Yeah I am fine I'm just need to go. I am little late to meet Jane to eat. We are going to have dinner at Chesterfields then meet the others for a few drinks at the Piano Lounge. Talk later ok? I love you!"

"Ok sweetie. Love you too bye."

"Bye Ben"

My heart was racing a million miles a minute. I couldn't believe I had pulled that off. My adrenaline was pumping adding to my excitement as I got into my silver Honda. I started the car, but had to take a deep breath before I could drive.

I drove down my perfectly manicured suburban streets to the downtown area. I watched the trees pass and my mind started to wander. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I glanced down at my outfit and thought I looked good. Did I look desperate? 

It was just about 6 o'clock. I wanted to get there a little early and allowed myself about 20 minutes for the drive. I didn't rush my way through traffic. Slow and steady. 

I thought back to my close encounter with Ben on the phone. I couldn't believe how fast my heart was beating within my chest. It was a reminder of what I was really doing. I had considered the consequences of this before; perhaps it was just all the excitement, but I was going to be unfaithful and enjoy it. 

My marriage with Ben had some rocky periods and our sex life, after 12 years of marriage, had really slowed down. Why did I not feel guilty? Was he doing the same thing, or at least similar, and I just didn't know? At this point I didn't care. I wanted my needs met right now, even if my needs were taboo and risky. 

I arrived at the La Scala and parked. I just then realized how odd it might seem that I was coming in with no luggage. I grabbed my brief case from the back seat to make it look a little less suspicious, and I walked nervously into the lobby. I became intensely aware of my outfit when I walked in to the cool formal lobby. I was embarrassed, so I took a deep breath and told myself to calm down. I walked confidently up to the front desk. The marble floors in the lobby made my heels click noisily causing several men to look up at me. One older gentleman in the corner winked at me. I smiled and looked away.

"Hello I am here to check in. My name is Kara Hunter."

"Ok Miss Hunter your room is ready. You will be in room 1074. It is on the top floor, way in the back of the hotel overlooking the gardens. I hope you will be pleased."

Little did she know: It was exactly what I wanted. I can be a bit vocal in bed, and tonight I would hold nothing back.

"There will be three gentlemen asking for my room number. Please make sure to give that information to them. I am having a meeting with them before we head out for some dinner."

"Ok Miss Hunter, no problem at all. Please enjoy your stay. The elevators are to your right."

I smiled at her and took the key. 

I had a bit of a walk down the long corridor to my room, but I walked quickly. I glanced at the clock on the wall at the end of the hallway. 6:40 it read. OK about 20 minutes until they start arriving. I took a deep breath and continued the walk to my room. My heels were muffled in the ornate carpeting of the hallway, and I was less noticeable. 1070, 1071, 1072, 1073, 1074 here it is. 

I put the key in the lock and turned the handle.

Opening the door, I saw a place for coats a door to the bathroom, a dresser and a large king sized bed. Across the room, next to the large patio doors was a small table with two upholstered chairs. I couldn't help but picture myself bent over one of those chairs. 

There was a flat screen TV on the wall and a large mirror next to that. The pictures on the wall were kind of tacky. There was a living room set in a nice maroon color. I put my useless brief case next to the dresser and checked my make up in the mirror. It was all still as it should be. I went to the chairs next to the table, sat down and waited. 

I looked over at the clock on the bedside table. It read 6:49. I got up and walked, more like paced, the room. I was nervous and didn't know what to do with myself. I went to the phone and ordered some room service. I told the man on the phone I wanted a nice bottle of wine and five glasses. I asked if they had Moscoto di' Asti as this is my favorite. They did and someone would bring it up in a bit. I thank him and hung up the phone.

KOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I jumped and my heart started racing again. I looked down at the clock and it was only 6:52pm. He was early. Which one was this? The younger guy; The 30 something; The 40 something? I didn't know, but the only way to find out was to answer the door. I slowly walked over to the door, pausing for a second to check my hair, and then opened it slowly. 

There stood two tall young men. They looked alike and I couldn't tell at first which was the man I had been talking to. I was stunned to see two eager young men standing before me. 

I then recognized Chris by his blue, blue eyes. The other looked even younger, was about the same build, but with curly brown hair and brown eyes. They both had big grins showing lots of healthy teeth. They both looked like they wanted to eat me alive.

"Umm Hi," I stuttered.

"Hello Kara. I am Chris and this is Eric. I thought I'd bring a friend," the blue-eyed man said, "I couldn't wrap him so I brought this and him. I hope you don't mind."

"Ah, No please come in and put the gift on the table." 

I hugged them both and gestured for them to come in. I immediately admired their hard slender bodies. They smelled of mint like drugstore cologne. They were both young and that really excited me. I wasn't old at 35 by any means but they looked much younger than I. Both butts were tight and firm. I wanted them in me first.

I no longer had the door closed, when I heard another knock. I guessed this would be Richard. I was most nervous about him because he sounded rough around the edges and a tough kind of man. I slowly opened the door and once again I see two men standing in front of me. I was blown away. I totally felt like I had no control. I really started second guessing my decision to do this. Perhaps I wasn't prepared?

"Hello," I said as I turned to the shorter, bearded man on the left," you must be Richard. And you are?" I said as I turned to the man on the right.

"I am Tyler. It is nice to meet you." 

I held out my hand. Richard's hand was rough. He was a workingman, for sure. Tyler's hands were smooth—an office worker, I guessed. I pulled them each close for a hug. Tyler's cologne smelled like expensive musk, while Richard just smelled like a natural man.

"Thank you. You too. It seems you men have more in store for me than I bargained for. Please come in and have a seat. Did you both bring a gift?"

"Yes, I told Tyler he needed to bring something."

"Good, now come on in." 

They walked past me and looked around just as I had a bit earlier. They set the nicely wrapped gift on the table near the chairs. I smiled and made small talk for a few minutes until there was another knock on the door. 

"Looks like we have another visitor, boys," I said.

"Hello Kara, I am Bill."

"Hello Bill," I said nervously. He looked just as he did in his picture, but without the necktie. His blush showed that he was also seemed nervous. His hairline was receding slightly, he wore rimless glasses, and his proper bearing made me think he might be a teacher. 

"Here is the gift you asked for."

"Thank you Bill. Please come in and put it on the table." When I hugged him, he kissed both cheeks like a European. I could not recognize his cologne, but it definitely had the bouquet of a crafted and expensive aroma.

I followed him into the room and threw the dead bolt with finality. I sat on the bed. Chris and Eric were at the table while Tyler and Richard were sitting on either side of me. 

"So here is the deal, boys. I wanted you all to bring a gift with a toy inside of it. I do hope you followed instructions well. Now I would like you to pass the gifts between you and stop when I say stop. Don't just go in a circle. The toy you end up with you have to use on me." 

I got nods all around, and when I said to start, they passed the gifts around in no particular order. I waited a few seconds and then told them to stop. 

"Now we will start in the order you all arrived, but first I need to get these clothes off. How about a little dance for you?" 

Before I could start dancing I heard a knock on the door. My first thought was "Oh boy another man," but then I remembered my room service order. 

I opened the door where I saw a short girl with long brown hair and very perky breasts. I smiled as I looked at her. It took me a minute to notice that she was standing in front of a linen lined cart with a chilled bottle of wine, five glasses. I asked her for two more glasses as I had two unexpected guests. She gave me an odd look but handed them to me.




My Story



I looked at her again; this time checking her from head to toe. She was nicely proportioned with a deliciously full ass. On another occasion, I could find myself getting turned on by her, but my hands would be full in a few minutes, so I managed to simply thank her. Then I asked her to bring another bottle up in about an hour and a half. 

I walked back in the room and asked Bill to open the bottle. He poured seven glasses of wine and gave one to me and one for each man. I made a toast to "good times" and took a drink. It felt cold in my warm mouth. I could feel it slide down my throat as I swallowed. It tasted so good and refreshing. I am now ready for my dance. 

I walked to the nightstand and turned on the radio looking for a kind of R&B station, and after a minute of searching I was rewarded with something with a slow sultry beat.

I stood in front of these eager boys and swayed my hips back and forth seductively. My skirt stared to ride up my body as I moved, and I didn't stop it from doing so. Pretty soon the lips of my pussy were showing. I heard one of the men say, "Hell yes!" as I unzipped the back and let it fall to the floor. 

My pink hairless pussy was now exposed. I ran my hands up my hips and over my flat stomach. I let out a moan as I turned around exposing my heart-shaped ass to the men. I continued to move my hands up my body and through my hair. Pulling it away from my head and letting it fall back on my shoulders. I bent over at the waist and shook my ass at them. Letting them savor my bounce and wiggle. 

I turned around to face them. They were admiring my nipples, which were poking through my shirt. I played with them through my shirt and winked at the boys. I was really beginning to enjoy myself, and I really enjoyed their undivided attention. 

I slid my hands under my shirt and let them glide over my breasts. I raised my hands up over my head bringing my shirt with them. My low plunge bra is the only thing left on my body. I walked over to Chris and put my hands on his legs. 

"Would you like to help me with this bra?" 

He didn't say anything, but I felt his hands run up my back and my sides to reach for my bra. He unsnapped it and rubbed his hands under the cups of my bra to lift my breasts. 

I whispered in his ear, "It is your turn. Open your box." He energetically ripped open his box and inside he found a spanker paddle. It was made of some kind of black rubber with a hard grip. I knew exactly who brought this, but I kept my mouth shut and smiled at him. 

"Hmmmm! Well, someone has a kinky mind," I say. "What would you like to do with this, Chris?"

CRACK! I jumped as I felt the spanker cross over my legs, and I felt the burn. 

"I guess that answers my question."

Chris got to his feet and ripped my bra away, completely exposing my breasts. He used his free hand to slap them with mild force. I moaned as the pain ran through my excited nipples. 

I like some pain, and I reach for my pussy just to see what he would do.

Chris grabbed my hand and pushed me backwards making me fall on the bed. He took my hips and flipped me over so that my face was in the bed covers. He held his hand on my head so I could no longer see what was going on. I was surprised at his aggressive behavior. I expected it from Richard but not from Chris. I liked it. I felt his hands run up my ass feeling and massaging it. I heard several voices mumbling and moaning to themselves. I tried to relax and enjoy the sensations. This night was my fantasy night, and I wanted it to be the best. 

Chris spread my legs apart and whipped my ass hard with the spanker. It made a loud whack as he brought it down hard. I could hear a huskier voice say, "Harder, boy, harder. Make her ass red." I know that must be my rough and tumble guy, Richard. 

I tensed up waiting for Chris to hit me again, but he didn't. I felt his kisses on my back as he straddled me. I could feel the bulge in his jeans rub against my ass. I pushed him and my hips up towards the ceiling. I was in doggy style and all the men could see my ass in the air with my dark hole exposed. I felt two hands pulling my cheeks farther apart, and then I heard some unzipping. I was not sure who exactly was undressed, but soon I felt a cock rubbing on my ass. 

"This is really happening," I thought to myself. "What are you doing, Kara? Is this something you really want? Well, it is too late to stop now, so take it all."

I felt two fingers ram into my pussy. I let out a yelp and tried to pull away. I felt two new hands grab my hips and push me back onto the fingers inside me. They are different than the hands that were on my ass, and I move my head so I can see. 

Eric had his hands on my hips as he shook his head at me to indicate that I must stay still. I looked at Richard, Tyler and Bill. Richard and Tyler had their pants off and Bill was sitting still just watching. 

I motioned to Bill to come to me, and I propped myself up on my elbows so I could reach his zipper. I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and exposed his semi-hard cock. 

"Oh no! I need to do something about this," I said aloud. I grabbed his ass pulling him on the bed and guiding his cock to my mouth. He wasn't very hard, so I was able to take his entire cock into my mouth and make a swallowing action. I know my husband loves it when I do this so I tried it on Bill. 

Doing that made me think of Ben, which distracted me momentarily from the task at hand. I wondered if he could possibly know what was going on. I wondered what he would do if he found out. "Please, God don't let him find out." I snapped back to it as Bill began to vigorously fuck my mouth. 

"That's it, boy fuck her mouth nice and hard," I heard Richard saying. 

My pussy was still getting fingered and Eric has moved to fingering my ass. I was rocking my hips with the movement of Chris's fingers inside my pussy. It felt so good. He was hitting my g-spot, I felt my pussy tighten and release a few times. I knew I would come soon. 

I sucked on Bill's cock paying close attention to pressure and suction. I could feel that he was going to come soon so I sucked harder. I was hungry to taste the first load of the night. As I continued to suck I made suction noises, and soon he was empting his cum into my throat. It was thick and sticky and hard to swallow. His taste was a little bitter, but I had no trouble swallowing. 

Chris quickened his finger movements, and my orgasm hit me super hard. I opened my mouth before all Bill's cum was swallowed, and it dripped down my chin onto the bed. I couldn't control my movements or close my mouth so I continued to drip. 

Tyler really seemed to like the sight of this because he kept saying, "Fuck that's hot!" Bill walked to the bathroom to clean off his dick. 

I could then feel a cock pushing against my pussy. I looked behind me to see Chris holding my hips and pushing on my pussy. It felt amazing. The first entrance is always the best. It felt like he had a large head, and I moaned as he pushed all the way into me. 

Richard and Tyler stood next to me, and I heard Richard whisper something to Chris. I didn't pay much attention to it as Eric situated himself on the bed under me so I could suck his cock. He had a really long thick cock. I wasn't sure if I could get it in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and placed my hand on his shaft. I stroked up and down as I slid my mouth farther down his head and soon I had his head all the way in my mouth. 

It was so thick that it filled my mouth, but I continued to push his cock deep into my mouth. I played with his balls and pulled them down and away from his body. I didn't want him to cum as soon as Bill had. 

Chris filled his hands with the flesh of my hips and fucked me hard. He didn't let up his thrusting. Suddenly there was a cracking sound followed by a sting on my thighs. He had taken back the spanker. After ever three thrusts he spanked my thighs. It really hurt at first, and I flinched each time. But after my skin turned hot pink and numb, it turned to more pleasure than pain. 

With each crack of the spanker on my thighs I would push Eric's cock deep into the back of my mouth. He would moan and push his hips towards my mouth--wanting more. I gagged and my mouth salivated heavily. Drool dripped from my chin.

I looked over to see what Richard and Tyler were doing. They were both jerking their cocks. I had a feeling I might soon get my first cum bath of the night. I continued to suck Eric's cock while getting pounded and spanked by Chris. 

When he stopped whipping me, I figured he was about to cum, so I pushed hard against him and squeezed my muscles together until I felt him spray his hot juices all over my ass. The sight of this must have set Tyler off because it wasn't long before I had his load on my back as well. 

Eric was next. Seeing the others cum, he pulled out of my mouth to shoot cum all over my face. I opened my mouth so I could get a taste. His cum was a little less thick, and I swallowed all I could get and licked him off my lips. He was very salty and it made me gag a little but I managed.

Everyone who was touching me slowly let me go. I was then able to get up and walk to the bathroom. Bill had left the bathroom and was now sitting in one of the chairs. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wiped the cum from my back. 

I had to pee so I sat down on the potty. The door was still open, but I figured, "What the hell, they've seen everything else." I couldn't believe I was doing this. My mind wondered about what I was doing. I felt so dirty and so bad. Part of me was so ashamed of myself--but I also had a feeling of triumph that felt so good. 

I had control of these virile and attentive men who had given me several good orgasms. I wasn't going to stop now. When I looked up, I saw Tyler and Richard standing at the door watching me. I looked up at them and blushed as I wiped my pussy. 

"Liked the show I hope," I said to them.

"We sure did," said Richard.

I walked past them and back to the center of the room. I looked at the clock and thought more wine should be here soon. The boys had been drinking it while watching and the bottle was empty. I grabbed my glass and pounded down what was rest of mine. 

There was a knock at the door and I grabbed a towel to answer it. It was the pretty girl again with a new bottle of wine. She smiled at me with knowing eyes and handed me the wine. I smiled at her and thought about bringing her in but thought I had enough of my plate, so I thanked her and closed the door. I walked to the boys.

We took a little time for another toast. This time Richard toasted: "To willing women." I relaxed a little. The men talked to each other. They praised me and my willingness to be fucked in every way. I got the idea that the young ones wanted to ask some questions, but didn't want to spoil the moment. 

Sitting on the bed, I realized that I had no cum in my pussy. 

"Well, it is time for the next gift. Who was next?"

"I came in with Chris so I believe that it makes it my turn. Right?"

"Yes, Eric, it is your turn. Time to open your gift." 

He grabbed his gift and ripped it open. From the box he pulled a bottle of lube and a butt plug. I looked over at Bill, and he smiled widely. That look told me that he brought it. I wondered if he wanted to use it on me; or if he wanted me to use it on him. I smiled and looked back at Eric. He smiled at me and grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes and thought of my hubby. I missed him kissing me like this--like he used to. 

I kissed Eric passionately as I felt his hands run down my body. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me hard on the bed. He flipped me over roughly so my ass was in the air again. His fingers reach for my hair and he wraps his fingers tangle in the strands as he pulls my head back hard. I let out a scream and then I hear Richard tell me to shut up and take it like a good girl. 

I look over at him and nod as I felt the cold stickiness of the lube being sprayed on my ass. Eric took his finger and poked my ass running his finger along my dark puckered hole. He slowly slid a finger in and stretched out my hole. He was preparing me for his cock. 

Before I knew it he had three fingers in my ass and I was starting to enjoy it. His fingers were replaced with his cock, and I let out a loud gasp as he just pushed right in. His cock felt huge, and it hurt to be stretched so much. 

Richard moved his chair so it was next to the bed, and from there he pulled on my nipples causing me more pain. They were hurting my ass and my nipples. As I relaxed a little, the pain decreased and turned to pleasure. I found myself pushing against Eric wanting his whole cock in my ass. 

He held my hips tightly to pull me into him hard. I felt another hand on my back and I turn my head to see who's touching me. It was Bill and he was hard again. I think to myself, "God he is going to blow in another 2.5 seconds?" He slowly moved his body so that he was lying under me and I rested my body on his. He guided his cock into my pussy and pushed hard. I moaned loudly as an orgasm instantly hit me. I tipped my head back and I rode my orgasm to its fullest. 

Eric and Bill got a rhythm going as I continued to moan and move with their rhythm. I felt Chris Eric pulse in my ass, and I heard him moan. I pushed hard against him and Bill and soon Bill was pulsing too. I'm sure they could feel each other through the thin membrane separating my vagina and anus. 

Eric filled my ass with his warm substance. It felt truly amazing. Bill pulled out as his cum dripped from my pussy and mixed with the cum oozing from my ass. They both got off the bed, but Bill moved to my ass and pussy to eat my fresh cream pie. He licked my tight hole, easing the soreness of my burning red hole and cleaning me up nicely. He then moved to my pussy and licked that hole and cleaned it up. He didn't leave a trace of cum. He then moved to my sensitive clit and licking it made me jump. I pushed against his mouth letting him suck on my clit. I moved my hips fast against his face using him to get off. I started to cum hard. My legs shook and I filled Bill's mouth with my cum and the juices collected from my men. He sighed happily. 

I collapsed on the bed and breathed heavily for a few minutes. I hear paper being torn open and I roll over to look at the boys. Richard was opening the next gift and he pulls out a video camera. I gasp and start to get scared. What if they tape this and it gets out on the net. I can't let them tape me. "No!" As I am sitting there, thoughts going through my head, Richard turns on the camera.

"Wait, maybe taping this is a bad idea," I said terrified. 

"No it isn't a bad idea. This won't get out. You will keep the camera and the only copy. That way you can watch it whenever you like," Richard says.

"But...ok. I guess."

He would continue to videotape me the rest of the night, and he told Tyler to go open a gift and go next. He followed orders very well and I wondered if maybe he and Richard are involved in the D/s lifestyle. 

Tyler unwrapped his gift and pulled out a vibrating dildo. I smiled as I saw the gift and reached down to my pussy to rub my clit. Richard moved the camera close to watch me play with my pussy. I tipped my head back and moaned softly as my clit grew harder. 

Tyler came over and kissed my thighs gently, making me wetter. I pushed the dildo to my pussy and slid it in softly. I continued to rub my clit and placed the clit stimulator on the toy between my index finger and my middle finger letting the vibration and my fingers create a wonderful stimulation. I began to moan as Tyler worked the dildo into me and fucked my pussy hard with it. 

I moved my hips with the movement of the dildo in my pink, swollen pussy. It felt so amazing. I began to cum again, and my juices ran down onto the bed. I was dripping wet as I felt Tyler climb onto the bed as he fucks my pussy with the dildo. He isn't as large as the others and I wonder if I'll get off at all. I slid his cock on top of the dildo and pushed them both in me all at once. I am completely stretched out now and it felt amazing. Tyler's cock has a little curve in it that hits my g-spot perfectly. I push against Tyler and his hand hard.

"Fuck me Tyler HARDER! Make me cum!"

I grew braver in my talking and tell him repeatedly to fuck me harder. I am usually not a vocal person like that in bed with Ben but something has taken over. Will Ben notice how stretched out I am? I may have to avoid him for a while until I "heal". 

I started to cum again and as I squeezed my muscles together I could feel Tyler's spasms as he shot his cum re-filling my pussy. I really wished he had let me suck him off so I told the other boys that I wanted a cock to suck.

Chris moved to where I can suck his cock as Richard continues to tape. I suck Chris like an animal. I wanted to taste his salty cum in my mouth. I felt like such a slut, and loving it. He started to fuck my face hard. I wasn't allowed to come up for air and gagged on his cock head while drool dripped down my chin onto my breasts. I sucked his hard cock until I felt the pulse of his orgasm. I pulled it out holding my mouth open as I jerked his cock. Soon his cum sprayed all over my face and in my mouth. I licked his tasty sperm off my lips to get as much as I could. 

Richard handed the camera to Eric as he walked toward me. He had taken the last toy to use on me, but I had been too busy to see what it was, so I wondered what he was going to do to me. He went straight for my pussy. He spread my lips open and licked the inside of them. He licked my clit and soon brings me close to orgasm. I was shaking and I kept screaming, "Don't stop!" But he did--he stopped as I tried to push his head into my pussy. But he kept his head away, just breathing on my clit. I became so frustrated that I tried to reach for my clit myself. He got off me and took toy number four, velvet ropes. He tied my hands to the bed. I moaned and tried to move as he went back to eat my pussy. 

By this time my clit had calmed down as he dove back into it. He licked my tight hole with fresh semen still dripping from it. He prodded my pussy with his tongue and wiggled it around. He bit my lips some and the pain sent shivers to my clit. He teased me on and off for at least 30 minutes. Bringing me so close to cumming and then stopping several times. He came up by me and bit my nipples as he pushed his dick deep inside me. 

He was by far the largest guy there and he shoved his cock in as far as it would go. His thrusts were hard and deep inside me causing me to scream when he pushed too far. He didn't care that he hurt me; he had pure lust in his eyes. He fucked me and used me like a slut--Not caring about my feelings at all. I was a piece of meat to him, and he was going to get off--whatever it took. He fucked me hard for about 40 minutes altogether. By the end I was so raw I was almost in tears. I was begging him to stop but he told me to shut up. 

"You wanted this slut. Now take it."

He was cumming as he gave me orders to shut up and his juices just kept coming and coming. I was filled to the brim. He pulled out and moved back to licking my clit and my pussy. He sucked on my tight, sore, swollen hole and sucked me clean. Then he moved to my clit and licked it hard and fast until I started to shake. I was shaking so hard and he wouldn't stop. I couldn't push his head away. I started to feel this urge to pee and one of the guys watching said, "Just let it go." I relaxed my muscles and I came so hard that for the first time in my life I squirted. 

I squirted all over Richard. After my body started to calm I laughed because I thought of it as pay back. Richard untied my hands and kissed my lips making me taste myself on his lips. I curled up into a ball and lay there for a few minutes. I still had Bill wanting to go again, and I felt like I couldn't go anymore. I really wanted to leave and end this evening. It had been so much fun, but now I was questioning myself--and the number of men I thought I could satisfy. 




My Story



Bill walked up to me as Richard took the camera again. He sucked on my nipples really softly and caressed my hair. His hands were soft. He kissed me gently and my pussy produced more wetness. We touched and kissed for at least 20 minutes. He was so gentle. When he slid his cock into me he was very tender about it. 

His cock filled up my swollen pussy, but he fucked me slowly. I savored every movement. We moved together like flowing water, never missing a beat. I could see in his face he was close and I was too. I told him to hold it just a few minutes longer, and I felt him tighten up. He fucked me that way for another five minutes when I told him I was close. He relaxed his muscles, and I let my orgasm take me away. 

The other boys had enough time to recover and they were stroking themselves, and at that point, they all stood around me jerking their cocks. Bill let his orgasm take him and he added more juice to my pussy. I lay there with Bill as he held me close. He was in the way and would be shot with cum too, but I knew he would like it.

Richard blew his wad in my hair and some landed on Bill's face. Once his cum was released the others let go too: Chris on my exposed tit, and Eric on my face. Bill kissed me and licked Eric's cum from my face as he kissed me. 

After cumming Chris and Eric went to the bathroom to clean up. Bill and Richard sat on the bed waiting for the bathroom. I lay on the bed just blown away from what just happened. 

Then I noticed Tyler was still standing next to the bed with his hard cock in his hand. "You want to cum again?" I asked. 

"Yes. One more time."

I opened my legs, and invited him to use me. He eased himself between my thighs. I was exhausted and barely able to move. "I will lay still for you. Just use me and give me the last of your cum." It took him a while, and I could not help myself from responding to his full strokes. Soon he was groaning and jerking as he emptied himself in me. He said it was the best cum he ever had as he rolled off me. 

I freshened up after the men had left. Remembering my brief case, I walked down the hall passing the girl with the cart. She smiled and my mind wondered what I could do with her—if I only had the time. Her nipples could definitely use some attention. Maybe some night I will come back and look for her. I looked at her nametag, Nikki. Hmm, Nikki looked yummy. 

My drive home was filled with my thoughts. What I had just done was amazing fun--but what I was afraid would happen actually happened. I liked it so much that I wanted to do it again. I had taken all that five men had to give; yet my mind would have been happy for more. However, my pussy was so sore and swollen that I hoped Ben would not want me when I got home. Oh God Ben! What if he did touch me? What would he think? Would he notice the difference in my used pussy? The thought scared me to death. I didn't want to get caught. 

When I got home and walked in the front door, I noticed the lights were turned way down. A candle was burning. I looked around after my eyes adjusted to the dark, and I saw Ben sitting on the couch nude. 

"Hey Baby," I said quietly. 

"Come here," he said with a deep lustful voice. 

I walked over to Ben and sat next to him. I knew what was about to happen. Kissing me, his hands went immediately under my skirt to my feel my pussy. I felt obligated to let him have his way (and slightly guilty). Saying no was not an option, so I let him do what he wanted to do. 

He stripped me down and bent me over the couch. I wondered if he noticed anything different. All he said was, "Mmm baby you are so tight and wet. I guess you have been thinking about this all night too." 

Little did he know that my pussy was swollen and full of other guy's cum. While letting him use me, I looked over to my purse sitting by the door. The camera and the tape were inside it. Would I ever show him what I am truly capable of? 



My Story



Well, I have to say, the feedback from my first story has been amazing. There are so many people with similar experiences and or desires. I had debated telling my story for almost ten years and never thought I'd be continuing after my first installment recently but I have been so encouraged by the 99% positive response and many thoughtful letters. Thank you for the positive and to the one anonymous critic from Australia, Literotica is a sex site so why are you on it if it offends you so. 

Anyway for those of you who would like to catch up you are welcome to read my story "First Time "as that is where I will begin this story. 

After our first encounter which basically evolved from being my first sexual experience with men to a gang rape, everyone involved agreed to get tested. I would fully encourage everyone who participates in these activities to insist on this. Preferably before the encounters. I would also suggest testing for everything be done from HIV to Gonorrhea to the ones you don't think of like Hepatitis. 

Well, no more lecturing. I will describe myself as a lonely businessman that frequently travels yet stays home a lot when not traveling. I used to live in Texas where these events occurred but I left for a cooler environment in the Pacific Northwest where it's been difficult to find men again. Oh, I cross-dress. I love dressing from slutty to classy, always in seductive lingerie, stockings, heels, wigs, breast inserts and if a dress is appropriate, ok. When dressed I go by Lisa. 

The guys from my first experience came back negative and it turned out Walter, one of Robins "dates" was a doctor in Dallas and was willing to do the testing for everyone at only the cost of the Lab work which was great. Everyone agreed to meet regularly for sex nights and share cost of a room or meet at someone's home. Our next encounter was the following month at Mike's home. 

We three girls were to be the entertainment and now that everyone was known to be clean there was no anxiety. Plus I was no longer a virgin and I knew I could take whatever they had in mind. Mike told Jan, Robin and I to come over early on Saturday and get ready so we decided to meet at his house around two that afternoon.

Jan it turns out had to leave on business, so as before there where only to be two of us "girls" Me and Robin this time. As before we surged ahead on our mission. We spent the first two hours in the tub cleaning each other. Robin thought I was spending too much time with the hose in her rear. She didn't realize it but there would be allot of other things in her rear before the night was over and she'd be glad it was clean. After a thorough cleaning inside we bathed, shaved and oiled ourselves outside till we were both silky smooth. We spent another hour applying makeup. Robin went for the slutty whore look. I went with subtle earth tones and tried to look classy, to go with the lingerie I had in mind. 

Robin chose a black ensemble, much like I wore the first time. Black corset with black seamed stockings, 4"pumps and a short wrap around blonde wig, I wore a flesh tone nylon top that gave an opaque shadow of my D-cup wiggly breasts. A gray boned lace up Victorian corset with eight garter straps that held up some shimmering gray fashion stockings with a dark welt around the tops. I wore gray 5" stiletto's for my heels and my long wavy blond wig. Robin wore a black tight form fitting micro dress and I wore a dark blue wrap around knee length that tied in the middle with a long slit up the front and low front that showed my cleavage. 

Once dressed, we went downstairs and had a drink with Mike as easy listening jazz played in the background. Sitting on the sofa the slit in my dress opened clearly showing my crossed legs sheathed in stockings. Robin's micro dress allowed an ample view of her stocking tops as well. The men began arriving, all within about 15 minutes. As everyone sipped on drinks the men all reminisced about our last encounter and complemented me on my abilities.

Finally someone suggested Robin and I get unwrapped which we both were happy to do. I picked Tim to make eye contact with as I slowly untied my dress tie and let the wrap fall to the ground. I stepped toward him with my arms around his neck and swayed to the music. I never broke eye contact as I moved in circle around him. After circling him I danced and presented my backside to him lightly rubbing his groin with my naked rear. Then I turned and kneeled still looking up at him, unzipped his jeans and fished out his cock. I had found during our last encounter that Tim had the largest cock in the group. About 8 or 9 inches long. Impressive in length but incredible in girth. A bow upward in the last two inches with very prominent features like veins and a thick muscled tube up the underside. 

As I kneeled at his feet I began greedily slurping and sucking his amazing cock, all the while looking up at him with my eyes. His penis stiffened significantly as he approached orgasm. I kept my mouth firmly engulfed with his tool using my fingers to stroke the lower portion of his amazing cock. I could feel the pulses begin and I took his semen, allowing my mouth to fill one convulsive squirt at a time. I not once broke eye contact with my lover, making love with my eyes as well as my mouth. After he began softening I let his dick slide from my mouth pulling the sperm from his tissue. I tilted my head back and parted my lips playing with the semen with my tongue, allowing Tim and the men either side of him to peer into my mouth then I swallowed the entire load and finished by licking my painted lips and asking who was next. 

I had four more cocks thrust in my face. I took one at a time giving each the complete attention of my mouth, lips, tongue and eyes until they each deposited their creamy loads in my eager mouth. Robin satisfied three of the guys and had to wait as I finished my fifth. 

Afterwards the guys lounged in the living room and recovered from their orgasms. Robin and I pulled up a large padded bench in the middle of the room. I lay down on my back and she straddled me. We each began blowing the other in this position. 

Soon someone lifted my head putting a strap under it and wrapping it up around Robins hips and tied it off. Another strap was fished under my hips and tied around Robins neck, tight. We couldn't pull away from each other's cock if we wanted to. 

My legs were pulled up and the guys on either side held them in place firmly using the heels of my stilettos as handles. Looking up I saw four vibrating eggs being inserted in Robin's rear. Then I felt something I assumed were eggs sliding in my rear. 

Then I saw a cock line up and pierce Robin's sphincter. I felt the same thing happening to me. Knowing Robin was seeing a cock penetrate me at the exact moment a cock was penetrating her was an awesome experience. I watched as her anal ring stretched tightly around the invading cock then the ring pulled inward as the cock slid in without stopping. 

The eggs began to vibrate and Robins cock, within seconds stiffened then pulsed then exploded in my mouth filling me with yet another load of sperm. Robin's contractions caused the dick in her to thrust forward. I raised my fingers, cupping the testicles of the man fucking Robin and feeling the ejaculation pulses at the base of his cock. I knew at that instant, Robin's insides were being coated with slick cream from deep within the man breeding her. I soon felt the man in my rear explode filling me with his seed as well. Both dicks were replaced with fresh ones. 

The men didn't fuck us hard. They simply rocked a little letting the vibrating eggs and the tightness stimulate them to orgasm. The vibrating eggs and the thick penis probing me as well as Robin swirling her tongue in my tiny opening caused me to shoot my load off in Robin's mouth. She couldn't pull away anymore than I could so she had to take my load. I felt the contractions in her throat so I knew she was swallowing. 

As the men slowly fucked us and the eggs relentlessly vibrated on our prostrates we each came once more. I could feel the warmth and wetness increase each time one of the cocks exploded in me. The close up view I had of Robin impaled on one hard cock after another was extraordinary.

When Walt who has a penis with an amazingly plump purplish head fucked Robin he pulled out numerous times till just the head remained in her. As it would pull out I could see her anal ring distend outward, being pulled by the swollen head. After the guys had all had their pleasure with Robin and I they sat back and leered at her and me, still bound and mated cock to mouth. Both our dicks were soft and fit easily but we were lazily tonguing each other's spongy head. The guys watched for awhile but guys being guys they decided to continue to push the envelope with their captive playmates. I felt my stocking encased legs being lifted again, pulled up till my knees touched my breasts, the guys having discovered I'm quite limber.

I again felt probing with fingers, pulling the creamy wetness from inside me. I saw fingers begin to probe Robin as well. Fingers pulled and stretched and massaged her opening with slimy creamy semen till it resembled a sloppy wet pussy. I felt myself being obscenely stretched. I knew I was destined to be filled with a fist. 

Robin had a close look at what was happening to me and when she felt someone pushing their hand in her she began a futile protest. She was attempting to voice a "no" with my penis in her mouth. As the hand continued to push she began to tighten her jaw and more importantly her teeth. I reminded her of the situation by grating my teeth on her cock. She relaxed her bite but still remained tense. I sucked vigorously on her cock and she relaxed. Pressure continued to build. Whoever was pushing into me had a much larger hand than before. 

Finally relief coupled with incredible fullness. The fist began to rotate and swirl around in me. I watched, mesmerized as Robin's pussy like anal ring distended incredibly as the fist penetrating her ever so slowly slipped in her. Once in, the hand continued deeper slowly, slowly and even slower. Pulling out a bit then continuing until I saw the elbow. Absolutely incredible. The fist in me had begun to pull out and push in till he was coming completely out then completely in. Fucking me with his fist. Then he made a fist in me and worked it in a jabbing in and out motion rubbing my prostrate once again. My penis, though completely soft began to ooze semen in what can only be described as a prostrate orgasm. Robin to her credit sucked it down and continued to suck literally drawing a vacuum from inside me. Someone turned on the eggs in Robin and I reciprocated her oral technique and she moaned and began sobbing as cum flowed from her limp penis. She had hard pelvic contractions as I continued to pull a vacuum trying to drain her. 

The guys pulled their limbs from us and released our bonds. So exhausted we remained coupled. The men helped Robin off me and assisted me to a standing position. She and I hugged and held each other up as the men gave us a round of applause. 

If the response is as encouraging as before I will continue to write. To those that have responded, I thank you so much.

Lisa



My Story



I have been a reader of this website for a long time and have contributed some stories. I am going to be kind of daring and share what has developed and continues to develop in my situation.



It was about 6 months ago, our parents decided to make a bold move. Both my brother and I had been living at home, both working. Me as a waitress and exotic dancer. My brother works in a factory. We were always close growing up and once we hit adult age, we hung out a lot.

We were both called to the dining room, where we were told we were going on a little family drive. We all loaded up in the Ford Explorer and after a few minutes, pulled up to the small house our grandmother had owned until the day she passed away. Our parents tried selling it, with no luck. Once inside, we were told that since we were both adults and working, my brother and I would move into the old house.

Kyle was a typical momma's boy and didn't want to leave home. I had been secretly looking for an apartment, but really didn't want to live alone. I was quick to agree, Kyle, not so much. There was no sense arguing. That weekend, a rented moving truck took all of our stuff to the house. 

Adjusting to living together took some time. We had a hard time establishing ground rules for who would do what. After a few weeks, we had learned to work together. Our work schedules were so different. Kyle worked first shift, I worked evenings, until late at night. Many times, he would come to the club to eat, but would somehow always turn his back when I danced. Some nights, I would come home to find out that he had brought another dancer home for fucking. 

Something inside me wasn't right. It was as if I was jealous. Like I had been betrayed. I found Kyle very attractive and even sexy. In a way, I longed for him to watch me dance when he came to the club. All kinds of guys eyes were on me, but there was only one pair I wanted watching as my clothes came off and i swung around the pole. 

I started to notice something else, when I would get ready for bed, I would notice that my lingerie drawer was open a little, or my closet door wasn't shut totally. Two things I was always meticulous to do. My bras and panties looked like they had been moved a little. Was Kyle really interested in me?

Since there were no disapproving eyes of parent's around, I thought I would test the waters. I would purposely walk around the house in t-shirt and panties, or just panties. I noticed I would get a quick glance from Kyle, then he would look away. I don't know why this upset me, but it did. After showers I would parade around in just my towel wrapped around me and my long brunette hair hanging free. Again, just a quick glance, finally I was fed up.

"Kyle!" I snapped.

"Yeah Jenna?" He replied, eyes still glued to the TV.

"We need to talk." I snatched the remote from him, turning off the distraction.

"What did I do now?" He huffed.

"Nothing, I want to ask you something, and you be honest. And look at me!" I ended with a demand

Kyles eyes turned to me, he seemed to not want to be looking. Something that frustrated and upset me.

"When I walk around the house, why won't you look at me?" My voice softened

"You're my sister, I am not suppose to look at you when you aren't decent." 

"Do you not find me attractive?"

"What?" His voice cracked "Jenna, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Do you know how hard it is to live with someone so gorgeous and I can't even look at you the way I want to look at you." 

I couldn't help but feel so touched, he had just said the sweetest words I had ever heard. A new feeling came over me, one I had never felt for any of the guys I had dated.

"And you are very attractive too Kyle. You are sweet, caring, and I am so lucky to get to live with you." I moved closer "We are the only ones here, we can do or act however we want." I put my hand on his. "Will you look at my body?"

"Yes, if it will make you happy."

I stood, his eyes finally giving me the attention I so craved. I dropped the towel to the floor and stood there. Kyle's eyes moved up and down my body, from my firm, C cup breasts down my tan body and gazing at my bald pussy and long legs. I watched him adjust his legs to cover his crotch.

Walking to him, I took him by the hand and pulled him to his feet. We embraced in a tight hug and I could feel it. The bulge in his jeans pressing against me.

"Tonight we become more than brother and sister." I whispered in his ear, then led him down the hall to me bedroom "Tonight we are two adults in love."

Standing by my queen size bed, our lips met for the first time. Kyle's kiss was passionate, powerful. His arms around me held my balance. I could feel his hands move down to my small ass. As our tongues danced, I unbuttoned his dress shirt. Pushing it off, I broke the kiss and started kissing down his hairy chest. My hands undoing his khaki pants. Kyle wore no underwear I found out as I pushed his pants off. His large cock stood at attention.

We moved to the bed, where we lay in an embrace, kissing and touching all over each others bodies. His touch made me crave him even more, just being this close to him fulfilled me. My pussy ached and grew wetter, begging for his cock in me. As I stroked his cock, his fingers found there way between my dripping pussy lips. 

"Kyle, I want you in me so bad." I panted between kisses. "I am a virgin, I've been saving myself for you."

Kyle stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, I could see how bad he wanted this, just surprised by my news.

"Are you sure you want it to be me?" His words filled with care.

"Yes, I love you so much. I want to give you the gift of my virginity."

"I love you too sis, I promise I will be gentle."

As I rolled to my back, the word "sis" bounced around in my brain. The way he said it was so sweet. His weight now on top of me. I parted my legs to welcome him closer to where no man had ever been.

Our kiss continued, Kyle ran the head of his cock up and down between my pussy lips. I trembled and moaned happily at the feeling. He positioned himself and pushed slowly. I could feel him enter me, the pain wasn't as bad as others had told me. I was so relaxed that my body welcomed him. As he got further into me, it hurt a little more.

I moaned happily and gripped the bedding, feeling my pussy stretch around his huge cock. My eyes closed tightly. Kyle stopped and looked at me, I opened my eyes to look at him.

"Are you ready for me to pop your cherry?" He asked.

"Yes, please baby do it."

Kyle kissed me deeply and thrust into me, I felt my hymen tear and I let out a long cry through the kiss. Kyle stopped to let me adjust. This pain was new and luckily it eased after a moment. A sense of happiness and excitement filled me deeper than his cock did at the moment. A happiness that went from head to toe. He pushed deeper, until his cock was fully in me. I moaned happily and wrapped my legs around Kyle. His thrusts were steady at first, then picked up intensity.

"Oh fuck yes Kyle, oh I love you, don't stop."

"Damn sis, your pussy is so good, oh fuck its all mine."

"Yes Kyle, keep calling me sis, don't ever fuck any woman but me." 

"You're the only woman I wanna fuck, of shit sis, you're so tight, I'm gonna cum."

His words mirrored how I was feeling, my orgasm had been building and was at an exploding point. I wanted him so bad for so long.

"Not yet baby, don't cum yet." I begged, his moans getting louder. Kyle pulled out and moved to the side of me, telling me to get on my hands and knees.

"I wanna fuck you doggy style." he told me, I rolled to my belly and got into position.

Kyle moved behind me, when he slammed his cock into me again, I let out a long, welcoming moan.

The feeling of his cock pounding me from behind elevated my desire to cum all over his cock. I dropped my head to my pillow. Kyle gripped my hair and pounded his cock deep into me. I moaned and yelped louder, looking up at him and the pleasure on his face.

"Okay Kyle, now baby. Cum with me, I'm going to cum so hard." My voice a higher pitch now.

"Jenna, yes baby, here it is, I am cumming." He grunted and thrust deep in me, stopping.

I pushed back against him as my pussy flowed juices, I could feel his cum filling me up. For a few moments, we stayed where we were. Panting and sighing in pleasure. Finally, he pulled out of me which made a popping sound. I collapsed onto the pillow, Kyle collapsed next to me. We kissed for a moment, then I turned and let him hold me. I was so drained from what had just happened. 

The last thing I recalled was his sweet kiss on my ear and his fingers running through my hair as I fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning, Kyle had gone. Obviously at work, the smell of sex and a dried area of our juices and a little blood were on the blanket.

I was sore, but couldn't erase the smile that was now permanent. Stepping into the shower that morning, I felt so alive, like I had just conquered the world.

To be continued



My Story



Part One

Food shopping and chores done for the day, I logged onto Facebook, not expecting a great deal - application requests, meaningless posts, inane status updates, the usual. Oh, and of course, a poke. There's always a poke, some people are still amused by them! I usually ignore them, but this one had been sent by a name that grabbed my attention - Edwin Johnson.

I just stared at the screen, Edwin Johnson has poked you. My heart actually leapt, I'm sure of it. Edwin, or Ed to his friends, was a guy I'd seen for a couple of verrrrrry intense months after I left university and was in training with the airline where I've worked for over nine years. He was a badboy, a player, a guy with a reputation that occasionally made the local newspapers. We'd met on a night out, through a friend of a friend's boyfriend, you know how it is. I knew he was wrong, that he wasn't boyfriend material, but I was single and looking for fun. And we'd had fun, alot of fun!

Memories came flooding back, many of them of a sexual nature. I snapped myself out of it, telling myself it was years ago. "You're married now, to a fantastic man, a captain at the airline. And you have a great life, a lovely house, a good career." No matter how much I told myself not to, I clicked on the poke and up popped the profile for Edwin Johnson.

The photo was typical Ed, a black and white picture, head and shoulders, dark, brooding, menacing even, and those eyes, intense, piercing. Quickly, I clicked the button to poke back, immediately rebuking myself for not just ignoring it. Almost immediately, a friend request came back from Ed. My stomach suddenly felt knotted. I couldn't add him. My husband would ask questions, my brother knew who he was and would ask questions, bloody hell, my mum would ask questions!

I ignored the request, but I couldn't let it end like that, it was rude. I typed a brief message, a little jokey, thanking him for the poke, but explaining that it would make life a bit awkward if I added him. I clicked send. I should have logged off, but I didn't, I wanted to see if he replied. And he did. In record time! His typing must have improved alot over the years! The reply said not to worry, but to add him on MSN. He didn't ask, he just said, "Add me". 

I copied the email address, logged into MSN and added Ed to my list of contacts. A message box popped up immediately.

"Hi Sarah, been a long time"

"Hi Ed. How's you?"

And then his avatar appeared. It was a picture of his dick, his hard dick. I don't know why I was surprised, he'd never been shy about it! It looked even bigger than I remembered. My husband is blessed in that department too, but Ed was the biggest I'd had.

"Can't complain. How's SLU?"

SLU had been his nickname for me, a shortened version of Sarah-Lou, to which he would often add a 't' during intimate moments.

"Same here, can't complain either!"

"Still got those long, sexy legs SLU?"

"Of course!" I replied, smiling. He'd always had a thing for my legs.

"Show me them"

I read the message, and then re-read it. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my mind racing, what to write, what to write. I could have lied, have told him that our webcam was broken, but he'd have seen through that poor excuse. Instead I was honest, stupidly honest.

"I look a state. And I'm wearing jeans!"

"You? Looking a state? I doubt that SLU"

Even after almost a decade, he still knew me too well. Make up wasn't just part of my job, it was part of my daily routine. I never go out without my face on and my hair done! 

The message box changed, he was inviting me to view his cam. I clicked on the invite, and there he was, sat in a nice chair in what appeared to be an office.

"Lose the jeans, you know what to wear for me SLU"

I inhaled sharply. I did know what to wear for him. I knew it, he knew it. 

"OK, but give me 10 minutes. Brb x"

I left the study, shaking, my heart and mind racing. "You shouldn't be doing this. You're married for fuck's sake." Then the devil on my shoulder, "It's harmless fun. You live hundreds of miles away. Hubby's away." The devil was winning the race as I reached my bedroom, and he'd won by a country mile as I took off my jeans.



My Story



I arrive home from work earlier than usual and hear music coming from the backyard. I look out the window and see my tanned and muscular hubby ~ who just turned 50 and is in great shape ~ rubbing tanning oil over this hot young blond who looks to be all of 21! As he drips the sun-warmed oil onto her already tanned and very firm body, I notice from the bulge in his swim suit that he is turned on. Who could blame him? She's so effin' hot! His hands lightly skim over the swell of her white bikini top. Her breasts are large - I am guessing probably a full 36C and very firm from the look of them. Her nipples are visible through the thin material of the white swimsuit. I can see that they are large and dark, just the way he likes them! 

My man rubs the oil onto her tight abs and I hear her moan through the open window. She looks up at him and smiles. She strokes his hardness through his tight suit and says, "Are we going to tan or are we going to play?" She pulls his hard bulge out of his suit and begins to lick and suck the tip. He is so excited that I can see a bit of pre-cum shoot out onto her waiting tongue. He starts to finger her pussy and she moans louder. I can see that her pink pussy lips are bare and this is turning me on, too! She is slick and he is rubbing her juices all over her very willing pussy! I am starting to think that I better make it known that I am here before I miss out on the action. I make a lot of noise and give them time to pull themselves together before walking out onto the patio.

"Oh, babe, you're home early. This is Jill. Jill, this is my wife, Vanessa. Jill works in my office. We left work early today, too. We went for a quick lunch and I invited her over for a swim. I hope you don't mind - I loaned her one of your suits. It was such a nice day. She just started working for the company and I wanted to make her feel welcome," explained my hot and horny guy. He knew I was coming home early and that Jill was not at all a surprise to me. This was planned in detail for weeks. We both knew this was going to happen. The only variable here was Jill. We had no idea whether or not she was open to a threesome. We would soon find out, I thought as our plan unfolded.

He knew this young girl wanted him from the day she came to work for him at his real estate office. You see, as I said, he's is a very hot guy and is used to women throwing themselves at him; I was still having some trouble with the way women hit on my hot man, so I decided to accept it and turn it around to benefit both of us (and hopefully the women who got lucky with him, as well). He is 6'2" with blond hair that is just beginning to grey around his temples. Why is it that men just get hotter with age....and some women just age? Oh, well!

He's explained to me that, as they got to know each other better Jill's clothing got skimpier and she made every excuse to stay late and "learn from him". She just kept gushing about how brilliant he was and how successful. This happens with women all the time, especially the young ones. He never takes the bait, but usually tells me all about it. He always says that our sex life is the best he's ever had! I LOVE sex. I especially adore oral sex ~ giving it mostly. He said he has never had a woman who loves giving head as much as I do (and he's had plenty of women, I assure you). He's very satisfied and doesn't cheat. He's the best man I've ever been with. If I didn't give my consent, little Jill's fantasy would have to remain just that; he would never cheat on me ~ period. 

I shake myself back to the present, after that pleasant trip down memory lane...... 

"Great to meet you, Jill. Welcome. The suit looks incredible on you! I am going to run up and take a quick shower. Please make yourself at home. I might run out to see a movie so I don't interrupt your work or whatever you two had planned for the rest of the day. I don't want to be in the way," I sweetly explain, with a warm and genuine smile. We had decided that if she didn't go along, I was going to give them the room they needed to have fun alone. I couldn't tease my man like that. If Jill didn't want me watching or participating, then he was going to have his alone time with this hot young girl.

Before going up for my shower, I make a show of good faith by bringing her a glass of cool white wine and popping the top on an imported beer for my loving (and sexy!) husband. I want to make this very hot little thing feel welcome in our home. After all, I hoped I would be getting to know her better very soon!

After a long, hot shower, I walked into my bedroom wrapped in a towel and noticed my man had Jill lying on our bed, kissing and feeling her through her (my?) barely-there swimsuit. He immediately got up and walked over to me. He grabbed me and kissed me deeply and passionately. He removed my towel and gently pushed me toward the bed. He then walked over to Jill and kissed her. He sat on the chaise lounge by the bed and said, "Honey, I've explained our fantasy to Jill and she is all for making it come true. How about if you ladies pretend I am not here?"

Jill had obviously done this before because in ten seconds flat, she was between my legs and licking my pussy lips with her delicate pink tongue. Not knowing that I had witnessed their scene outside, she must have been surprised that I came immediately in her mouth. My juices dripped onto her. Never having been with a woman, I was a bit surprised at my own reaction. Looking over at my man as he stroked his huge hard cock only intensified my orgasm. I then switched positions with Jill, anxious to taste her juices myself. I licked her wet lips and felt her hips lift toward my mouth in a frantic attempt at release. I realized she wanted more pressure, so I gently moved two fingers in and out of her tight opening as I continued to make circles with my tongue around her firm clit. After licking her to orgasm a few times, I noticed that he had moved onto the bed and was kissing her and sucking her breasts. It was such a turn on to see my guy licking those big firm nipples. Her body was so tight and sexy. I felt like I could lick her all over forever. I kept on licking until he gently pushed me away, thanking me for preparing Jill for his entry. 

The natural light and our king size bed were both perfect for witnessing the performance that was going on before my eyes. I watched as her tight wet pussy lips opened up to accept my man's hard, rigid cock. It was amazing to see her finally accept him. She was so tight and he was so huge that it took him several tries before he could penetrate her. She loved it and kept lifting her hips to allow him to enter her. It didn't matter to her that it was painful due to his massive size. She just kept crying his name out and begging for more of my man's big hard cock It was such a turn on that I started to kiss her and suck her breasts. She just lost it and started to cum all over his shaft. They continued on for a long time and I enjoyed watching their beautiful bodies dance together. It was so erotic and exciting to watch my husband, who I loved so much, being pleasured by another woman. I loved him enough to enjoy his pleasure. It was what I have always dreamed of and more! He was making her so wet and they were making an incredible noise as their juices flowed and they moved together. 

I needed to taste that juice, so I went between their legs and spread them apart with my hands. I grabbed hold of my guy's sticky wet shaft and began to lick her juices from it. I started to cum so hard that I thought I would explode. She tasted so good on him that it was insane! Her juices were more delicious on him than alone. It was like licking honey off of the most delicious lollipop you have ever tasted in your life. I was cumming so hard that I soaked the bed where I was laying. 

In my haze and with the intensity of the orgasm, I hadn't noticed that he had pushed me aside and re-entered his lover's pussy. He was pumping her for all he was worth and they were kissing each other. Now I just sat back and watched their animal sex. He was crazy with lust for this young slut. It was a total physical attraction - one I had noticed while watching them outside. It was so different from what we had. I loved watching them get off on each other. We were all so into this!! 

He turned her over on all fours and entered her from behind. His staying power was amazing and really coming in handy now that he had two of us to satisfy. He pumped her from behind and when he grabbed a handful of her long blond hair and pulled, I thought I would die. Slapping her ass hard, he called her a "dirty little slut", and asked her if she "liked fucking other women's men". She screamed that she did and that she loved being a little slut. It was too much for both of us. She screamed that she was cumming and, as I played with my dripping pussy, we came together. He did us both in. The sight of his hand print on her ass was too much for me to handle. He was so rough with her. I always wanted it rough, but he couldn't be that way with me. I knew it would be different with someone he didn't love. I knew he would let the animal out. It was hidden, but not so deep! 

He came out of her pussy and pushed me down on the bed. He entered me and asked if I liked watching him bang his little slut. I answered as I came that I loved it. He drilled me so hard with his cock that was still dripping with the juice from Jill's pussy. It was so exciting that I couldn't stop cumming. He asked if I would lick it up if he decided to cum all over Jill's pretty little ass and I said that I would love to. He pulled out of me and pushed her ass high into the air. He shot his juices all over her pretty little ass and rubbed it in. He came for such a long time and rubbed her pussy with his strong skilled fingers. She came hard, too!

I quickly joined in by getting behind her and rubbing my own nipples all over her back. I wanted to make all of my man's fantasies come true. He really wanted to watch me lick his juice off of her tight little ass. I began to lick his cum juices off of her in long strokes with my tongue as I rubbed her pussy lips from behind. She started to shake with pleasure and I realized what a thrill it was to give a woman pleasure. I wanted to feel her throb. I needed to make her cum again. She had given us both such pleasure. I was stroking her delicate bare pussy the way I had learned she loved ~ gently and softly rubbing the clit around in circles. It was delicious to feel her body explode in orgasm after orgasm. I came again hard and fast as he came behind me and rubbed my pussy and licked it. It was amazing. 

As we lay in each other's arms, I noticed that the horny little bitch was still stroking my man's cock. He was laying there and smiling like a hot sexy god. He was so hot and he knew how badly we both desired him. I took his cock from her hand and I began to suck just the tip because I know this makes him wild. I asked Jill to push one of her nipples into his mouth so that he could suck on her while I sucked on him. He got hot as soon as we both started working him over. His cock got so hard in my mouth that I knew it was just a matter of seconds before he threw one of us down on the bed to fuck. He started thrusting his hard cock down my throat as his hands roamed all over his young slut's body. She was getting wet as I could see the juices collecting on her bare smooth pussy lips. 

I reached my hand out and began to rub her juices around her bare slit. She began to hump my hand and I could tell that this bitch needed it more than I did. I asked her to get on her back and spread her legs. I took his hard cock in my hand and stroked her pussy with it. She was so excited that I could see the juices drip between her legs! It was the most erotic sight to see his hard, throbbing cock rubbing against her wet, wet pussy. I asked him to penetrate her so I could watch. He stretched Jill's swollen pussy lips and eventually began to thrust. She was so swollen from her earlier pounding that her pussy lips were practically closed. After a few tries and some moaning on her part, he split those beautiful lips and entered her tight cunt. She moaned so loud that I thought the neighbors would hear her. She began to cum the minute he entered her. 

This bitch is horny and she is going to give me a run for my man. He loves a horny woman and making her scream was turning him on like crazy. I don't think I had ever seen his cock so hard or so big. He just forgot all about me as his goal became pleasuring her, his new slut. It was a turn on for me to see her getting so wet and hot from his pounding. She kept screaming that he was making her cum. It was such a beautiful sight to watch my man and see the expressions on his face. As he kissed her all over her face and started to bite her nipples, I became a bit possessive. I need him to do something ~ anything ~ to me and fast!

I went between their legs and started to lick his balls and tongue his shaft as it came out of her wet, dripping pussy. It tasted so delicious that I sucked him for a few minutes. He moaned and threw her off of him. He pushed me down on the bed hard and started to ram my pussy with that dripping wet, hard cock. It felt so good that I screamed that I was cumming. He just kept drilling me and I kept on cumming all over his cock.

He reached over and began to stroke her pussy. She went wild and kissed him hard on the lips. She moaned, "Oh, baby! I never knew it could be this awesome. I love your big hard cock. I love the way you fuck. You are the hottest man I've ever known. I need you to cum inside me. Please!" she begged. He eventually withdrew his cock from my throbbing pussy and pushed her onto her back. He looked over at me as he entered her and said, "I hope this is what you were looking for because now that I've found it, I want LOTS of it!" 

He drilled her hard for a few more minutes as I rubbed my pussy on their entangled legs. He loved the feeling and he kept telling me how much he loved me for letting him have both of us. It was hot and I kept cumming hard. Seeing him inside of this blond slut and smelling the sexy scent in the air was just too much for me. After several hard orgasms, I went to the couch and just watched them play together. It was erotic and they looked so beautiful entwined. I knew he would never stop fucking around now that I allowed him to have her in our bed. It was going to be fine because I wanted more of this too. My new-found taste for pussy was going to have to be explored a LOT more!



My Story



Here's my story. I'm a thirty year old women with a healthy appetite for sex. Also an unconventional fetish. I love to wear diapers. Here's the thing for me, though, it's not because I get off on wearing them. I love the feeling. The bulk between my legs. I will take and put two diapers together so they last longer and get even bulkier. I only indulge myself when I'm alone. I'm even wearing one as i write this, even had a nice big pee in it so its nice and warm As you can imagine, broaching this subject with a man would be tricky. I've never told anyone. 

I met a man a couple months ago, he's amazing, he's kind, he's loving, really he's perfect. After getting to know each other better, we started talking about those more unconventional topics. Not just to do with sex but in general. One night as we laid in bed together he asked me if I had any fantasies. To be honest, his question scared me. Do I tell him or not? He could tell immediately that I wasn't overly comfortable with the question. 

Clearing his throat he said, "please don't think less of me, but I'd love to see you in diapers. I don't like to wear them, but I think to see you in a very wet heavy diaper would be sexy as hell." 

I blushed. I actually blushed. 

Could I actually be hearing this. I know he's never seen anything that would lead me to believe he knew this was something I liked also. 

"Ummm, I would be more than willing to do that for you," I replied, hoping that I red the situation right. "However, I won't do this in public. Only between the two of us, in private." 

"Mmmm....fuck that's sweet." he said looking at me with heavy lidded eyes. I knew in that instant this was beyond real. I was actually going to wear diapers in front of someone else. Someone was going to put me in them, and change me. 

snuggled in closer to him and captured his mouth with mine, found his tongue with mine. With my left hand I reached down to his fully erect cock and began to stroke him. Occasionally dipping down and paying attention to his heavy male sac. As I continued to stoke him in earnest, he began thrusting his hips into my hand. He wasn't going to last long and there was no way I was going to let him orgasm into my hand. I wanted him to come deep inside me. 

With that thought, I threw my left leg over his hips and straddled him. His cock still in my hand. Positioning myself over him, I guided his magnificent cock into my hot, wet slit. With one smooth motion, I sat down completely on him and took his full cock inside me. 

Both of us cried out in ecstasy. I lifted myself off him so just his head was inside me and as I sat back down he thrust his hips up and met me half way. It didn't take long for us to find a rhythm. 

Reaching up he wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto my back so i was underneath him. Spreading my legs wide to accommodate his body he continued to thrust into me. His thrusting became more urgent and my hips met his thrust for thrust. We were both getting close. His body stilled, his muscles went ridged and he exploded into me at the same time I climaxed. 

"Holy fuck, girl! That was amazing," he said as he fell limp on top of me. 

"That was the best sex we've ever had. Must have been the topic before hand," I replied kissing him again. 

"So...are you sure you're ok with being in diapers? You're not just doing it because I want you too are you?" 

"Actually, I'm really ok with it. I kinda like diapers. I just didn't want to say anything. It's kinda embarrassing. I also don't want to poop in it, only pee" 

"Whatever you want, I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he took a deep breath and I knew something else was coming. "Can I put you in one now?" 

Oh my god, oh...my...god....this was actually happening. 

"Yes." 

He laid in the bed for a couple seconds. Trying to gauge if I was serous or not. I was. I couldn't wait. 

He got off the bed and went into the other room and came out with a diaper, diaper cream and powder. He had been thinking about this for some time. 

He set his supplies down on the bed beside me and climbed on the end of the bed and pulled me down towards him, spreading my legs around him. Grabbing the diaper, he opened it and I lifted my hips so he could slide it underneath me. He then grabbed the diaper cream and very gently and deliberately made sure I was completely covered with cream. Then he powered me. Then it was time. He grabbed the front of the diaper and pulled it up between my legs and fastened it tightly. Then for good measure rubbed his hand over my covered crotch . 

"I want this diaper wet!" he explained. "I'm not going to change you till it won't hold any 

more." 

"You've been thinking of this for quite some time haven't you?" I asked him. 

"Yup, I have. I tried wearing them once, but that just wasn't for me, but I love them on you." he said as his eyes travelled over my body and remained on my diaper. He reached over and continued to rub between my legs. "I would really like it if you would wear one before you come see me and make sure its full. That way I can change you first thing." 

Holy fuck, I could so do that. 

With is hand still rubbing between my legs I let go a long stream of urine. I could tell that he could feel the warmth through the material, by the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips. We fell asleep in each others arms...one of his hands on my crotch. 

That was the first night I ever spent in a diaper. When I woke up in the morning I was surprised to realize, I didn't have a full bladder. I did however have a diaper so full I couldn't close my legs. It was the most wonderful feeling ever. Especially considering I was able to share this with my man. 

I snuggled in closer and whispered in my babe's ear, "I'm wet and need you to change me." 

Instantly his had migrated to my crotch and he moaned as he felt my full diaper. Slowly he ran his fingers along the leg bands and slid his fingers under the diaper and he began rubbing my crotch and then slid his finger in my vagina. 

"Please take off my diaper so you can do that properly," I pleaded. I reached down to pull the tabs and open the diaper myself. I didn't get far before my fingers got slapped. 

"That's for me to do Missy." he said playfully as he leaned over to kiss me. At the same he reached down and opened the tabs and and grasped my crotch. Still kissing me he mounted me and in one strong stroke entered me. Crying out from the pure lust and sexual hunger we found our rhythm and once again climaxed together. He stayed on top and in me even after he went soft. I loved the feeling of him in me. When he finally pulled out, he got off the bed and retrieved another diaper and with the same care and attention as the previous night, I was once again put in a nice dry diaper. It didn't stay dry for long. 

As I fell asleep in his arms again, I could help but think to myself that I was one very lucky girl to have such an amazing man.



My Story



This is my story. The story of my life and how I ended up here, in this place that I never thought I would be. But I am.

All writers write what they know. And that is what I am and this is what I do. There is no great American novel in my future. I am not that inspired or that narcissistic. I have done my share of freelance work for some of the mid-level, better known publications. I have published an occasional profile, a few exposés and some satire pieces. You may have read them, but probably not. That work is interesting and exhausting and worthwhile, but it doesn't pay my bills. Quite often those pieces are simply a labor of love. The hours of research alone obliterate any concept of earning a living as writer. It is almost as if you put in a forty hour week and get paid for five. It might could be enough to survive on, but not enough to really live.

Writing manuals is how I make my living. I don't write instructions. I write manuals. So you can get pissed off while putting together your piece off shit IKEA furniture but you won't be cursing at me. No, I am contracted to write employee manuals, software manuals and other materials to promote whatever it is that people want other people to do. It sounds simple. But it's not. People tell me how something is supposed to work and I put it in on paper so that they don't have to. Then they pay me, quite well actually. I can promise you if you could do it, write something that explains a process clearly and completely, you could find work. Lots of it. There is plenty of it out there. If you can, you should.

It is not glamorous. There are no long hours at coffee shops acting like a beatnik contemplating the meaning of life. There are no award banquets or book signings or promotional tours. I get a contract. I spend time with people. I learn what they know and what they want to say and I write it down. Then I leave. Most of my time is spent alone with only my laptop to keep me company.

I am a writer. The most boring kind in the world.

This was not my dream job. Hell, I didn't even know it was a job. It certainly wasn't what I had in mind while studying economics and statistics in college. To be honest, I had no idea what I wanted to do with a degree in either of those fields either, but it wasn't this. I started writing for a living by accident, exactly one week into my first real job.

I had made my third 'mistake' while trying sign up for company benefits. I was trying to follow the benefits manual that was given to me during employee orientation. I didn't think anything of my first two 'mistakes'. I just redid the paperwork. But the third one pissed me off. I was certain I had done it right because I had taken extra care after being embarrassed by the first two do-overs. My outrage led to a discussion with the human resources manager, which led to a challenge.

"If you think you can write it better, be my guest hot shot."

So that is what I did. Over the next weekend, I rewrote the sections of the manual that had caused me to make my 'mistakes'. That led to a rewrite of the all the orientation materials which led to revisions of the manuals from other departments. That led to a recommendation from our COO to one of his golf buddies which led to my first contract which led to my career. And fifteen years later, I still have not used any other marketing than word of mouth.

Unfortunately, I am called to take a pause from that job to write this. All the hard decisions in my life have come at the worst possible times. Why is it that the really tough decisions and the truly hard work always comes due at a time when you are the least able to give them your full concentration?

***

The view as I passed over the top of the hill was exactly as I remembered it. The mountain range was to the south, lush with green pine and sprinkled with the fall colors only aspen trees provide. The river snaked through the valley below me, the interstate mirroring it's every curve. To the north, jagged rock formations dotted the otherwise rolling plains. And then there was the sunset.

I have travelled to nearly every state in the union and have never seen a sunset that compares to the ones in the Rocky Mountains. Maybe it's because the air is cleaner or the elevation is higher. I honestly don't know. But on every clear day the sky is painted with pinks and reds and oranges in a style that is not seen anywhere else.

I also knew, based on experience that I still had nearly two hours left in my journey. I could see the peak of the mountain range that was close to my destination. Perhaps it was a metaphor for my life. My destination seemed so close. It looked like an easy journey. It looked like it should take no longer than fifteen minutes, but I knew it would take much longer. The road seemed so peaceful and tranquil. But the road to the top was actually long and winding with each curve of the road leading you higher and placing you in more danger. The higher you went the longer the fall to the bottom, a realization that you didn't quite understand until you looked back to where you had started. I certainly understood that feeling much better now.

It was here in this place that I first realized that many of the things that people treat as so monumental were actually so meaningless. In an hour it would be dark, a pitch black reminder that everyone is alone and in need of something to light their path. I often tried to tell people about the difference between nighttime in the city and nighttime near my hometown. It is hard to explain to people, and they don't truly believe it. In the land where one city ends in the exact spot the next begins, the stars are simply washed away. Here the stars would seem limitless and I stopped for a few minutes to catch the reminder of just how insignificant we, and our problems, really are.

My trip came at the best time for me and at the worst time in my life. There was no doubt I needed a break. Life had become intense and painful and here things would be simpler or at least less complex. Or maybe this would just be a good place to hide and pretend that my problems didn't exist. This place, where everyone waved hello as you passed and stopped to lend a hand every time someone needed it, was good for that. It was good at being a place to hide. 

It was no surprise that my mother had died. She had given up on the cancer treatments. She wanted to be in her own home. She didn't want visitors. She wanted to be alone. We had long talks on the phone near the end, until she was too weak and tired to have long talks. Then we had short talks, until she lost her ability to speak. Then there were the text messages until she was too weak to type. And then she died. As always, my mother was there to help me.

It is amazing what you learn in the most unexpected places.

I grew up in a town with a population of 900. It was a place where I never quite fit in. Yet, it was a place that I was able to learn the most about life. Things like people make mistakes. Those who are repentant and make amends are forgiven and everyone moves on. Those that aren't and don't are soon outcast for the sake of keeping the rest of the community healthy and vibrant. My mother had often spoken about forgiveness and the important things in life near the end of hers.

I also learned that everyone is in charge of their own happiness. You are only as happy as you allow yourself to be and are only as miserable as you let other people make you. Here in my hometown, people didn't have much. Most people were content to have a home and some friends and lived a meager existence with a smile. But there were a small number of people who were never happy. They blamed everyone else for their problems. Those people were tolerated but usually spoken about following a deep sighing 'here we go again'.

I was never going to return to my hometown after graduating from high school. I knew it, my mom knew it and, honestly, so did everyone else. I wasn't shunned, but I never fit in. I was the kid who was always ordering books from the libraries in the bigger cities. I was the kid who to took advanced placement English, math, science and history as correspondence classes because they weren't offered at my high school. I was the kid without a father, one of two in my hometown.

Don't get me wrong, the people there weren't stupid. Not by any means. In fact if there was something that you needed to know about extracting coal bed methane or living off the land or being a good neighbor, there were experts everywhere you looked.

But that same group of people had no interest in pop culture or politics. They had never seen a politician or a tour bus and therefore had no interest in the outside world or voting for that matter. That was most likely left over hatred based on years of politicians sending their sons and fathers to distant places to die and then returning them draped in a flag and musicians selling albums at concerts dedicated to the same. Their independence from and indifference to the outside world had been earned.

They had no interest in technology. There was only one computer collecting dust at the public library during all of my formative years. There was no cable television and only one massive satellite dish on the Taylor ranch. The Taylors were the wealthiest family in the area after all. No, here the only important things in life would be discussed at the diner on Sunday mornings after church. The evening news was never as important as who in town needed help with something. Here people looked after each other, kept to themselves and said to hell with everyone and everything else.

Applying for credit was as simple as heading to the grocery store with a note from your mom indicating she would pay the bill when she made her way to town in a few days. You could never get away with anything as a kid. People knew you and knew your parents and someone was always watching making sure that nothing got too out of hand.

It was oddly comforting to hear the rumble of the cattle guards as the wheels of my late model foreign sports sedan passed over the top. I felt a little bit of peace creep into my soul as I paused an extra few seconds at the only intersection with a stop sign. My car didn't fit in with the parade of American made trucks and SUVs any more than I ever had. But it was my hometown.

***

Life is full of coincidences and the world is a small place. There really is no other way to explain it.

My job required me to travel frequently. When I was younger I almost did not need an apartment. I was never home anyway. As I grew older and wiser, my services were more in demand and my prices went up significantly, but the best part was that I could set my own schedule. During the past fifteen years, as my priorities had shifted to more important things, I was traveling no more than 8 consecutive days once a month, spending the rest of my time working from the safety and comfort of my home. The things I cherished the most were there, my friends, my children and, until very recently, my wife.

Still, I was an expert at living on the road. I had learned all the tricks for maximizing the effectiveness of my time spent in airports and hotels and restaurants. I became an expert at packing. I could tell you the healthiest selection to eat at almost every restaurant in every city I visited. I could also tell you friendliest places to grab a beer in nearly every major city in the United States. That Thursday I was in one of those places. That Thursday, when my life changed forever.

Life is full of coincidences. What if I hadn't developed such a knack for talking to complete strangers? What if I didn't have such a morbid fascination about eclectic people and their various habits? What if I had stayed in my room and gone to sleep at a reasonable hour preparing for my early morning flight home the next day? Would I have been better off? Would my life be any better if I hadn't met him?

***

I attended a small liberal arts college in the upper Midwest with an outstanding academic reputation, a fine music and choral program and pretty shitty sports teams. It was perfect for me. I know that some of the larger universities in the area had an annual attendance in the tens of thousands. Our college had a total enrollment of thirty-two hundred. It may not sound like much, but it was a far cry from my high school graduating class of fourteen students.

College. What can I tell you? It was different. I arrived on campus a kid, on my own in the world for the very first time, farther away from home than I had ever been. To be honest I was scared shitless. From what I know of college experiences mine was pretty average. I was on full scholarship and knowing that if I lost that funding my college career would be over was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow. I joined the choir and was one of only four students, in the history of the school, who secured a place in the top auditioned choir for all four years. I suppose years of being the only church choir participant under the age of 50 on Wednesday nights and Sunday mornings finally did pay off.

My school was unique in the fact that choir members were more popular on campus than athletes. When your football team takes a beating every week and the basketball team fails to qualify for its own conference tournament year after year, it is pretty hard for a jock to claim to be big man on campus. But the choir was nationally known and award winning and we performed to sold-out venues on our annual tour. It may seem like an alternative universe, one where the geeks inherit the world, but it was a perfect fit for me. I excelled during my college years and more importantly I grew up.

My good grades gave me confidence and my status in the choir provided a large group of lifelong friends. I wouldn't trade my four years as an undergraduate for anything in the world. 

College was the place where I had my first non-dance related date. It was where I experienced my first real kiss and make-out session and blowjob. Don't get the wrong idea. Those experiences were earned over the better part of my first three years. I was no Don Juan. But I grew from a scared child to a decent looking, confident young man. It wasn't my increased height, which peaked at 6' 2". It wasn't my broadened shoulders or improved bench press. It wasn't my improved comfort level with speaking with anyone about anything. It wasn't the praise of my professors or my election as choir president. It really wasn't any one of those things, but it was, when they were all combined into one complete package.

College was also where I fell in love.

Stacy Henderson was a sophomore transfer student and new member of the choir my senior year. As choir president it was my job to welcome all the new members. Our first meeting was supposed to be nothing more than that. It was supposed to be a quick afternoon meet and greet, perhaps over coffee, something I had done dozens of times. It turned out to be so much more.

Only once in my life have I ever felt that comfortable with someone so quickly. It was that day. After only a few introductory questions, Stacy and I spent the next four hours trading life stories and getting to know each other. We had so much in common it was almost kind of creepy. But I liked Stacy right from the start.

We didn't start dating immediately. In fact we never actually started 'dating' at all. I liked Stacy so much that I always made sure she was invited to any event that was happening. I had a large group of friends, male and female, and we were always up to something. I just made sure that she was included. After a short while she was a full-fledged member of the group.

Stacy was the daughter of an air force pilot and part of a military family. Her father had been killed in a training exercise the summer after her high school graduation. I had no memory of my father because he was killed in a motorcycle accident when I was two years old.

She was an only child, as was I. She never felt like she fit in with the children of the families on the many military bases that she had lived on. She had always been a little more academically minded then her peers. I could relate.

She was far from home, though only one plane ride away from her home in Anchorage, Alaska, which was, coincidentally, only about an hour away from my fraternal grandparent's home near Palmer-Wasilla. They both died before I met them, but I had heard stories about the family rock quarry, way up north, from my mother. 

Over the course of our first semester together Stacy became one of my closest friends, probably the closest. That is how we started. 

When did our relationship change? I realized what Stacy meant to me the first week of classes during our second semester together. She and I spent every available minute together, after returning from Christmas break, chatting about our holiday and catching up. The Friday after our return it started to snow and it kept on snowing. By mid afternoon, there were five inches on the ground and it was still snowing. Classes were canceled and I hadn't heard from Stacy and I started to worry about her.

I can't tell you why I put on my winter gear and started to walk to her dorm room from my off-campus apartment. The roads were too treacherous to drive on and perhaps deciding to walk the two miles across the campus to her room was not my best decision. But I couldn't reach her on the phone and there was no way I was not going to make sure she was OK.

The roads were horrible but the pathways through campus, which had some shelter because of the massive trees that guarded them, were not too bad. Twenty-five minutes later I was standing in front of her dorm and clearly able to see that the power to her side of campus was out.

Walking into the building I had a goal. Find my Stacy and make sure that she was safe. She wasn't hard to find. All of the residents in the entire dorm were huddled in mass in the first floor commons area. I scanned the blanket covered masses until I found her. She looked up at me at almost the exact same time. That few seconds and her smile and the relief that I felt was such a powerful symbol of what Stacy meant to me. I think she felt to same way.

"Stacy, let's grab your things before it gets dark outside. You can stay with me until the power comes back on."

She displayed a tiny smile and almost whispered her reply.

"OK, Jacob."

With that our love was born. There were obstacles to be sure. For example, if the campus utility vehicle hadn't been plowing the sidewalks at the exact moment we started our trek back to my apartment we probably would have gotten stuck and frozen to death during our walk.

Spending that weekend with Stacy was probably the most fun I have ever had alone with a woman that didn't involve sex. We spent Friday night watching movies, snuggled under a blanket, eating frozen pizza and drinking hot chocolate. I slept on the couch and Stacy slept in my bed. We made pancakes on Saturday morning, played board games in the afternoon and had a video game tournament that night. I lost and was forced to slave over the stove making our dinner of hot dogs, potato chips and baked beans. For my efforts, I was rewarded with hand holding during our television time that night and a kiss on the cheek before bed. Sunday morning brought clear skies, clear streets and a stroll to church. After the service and brunch at the diner just off campus we held hands on the way back to her dorm.

The hug and kiss that came at the end of our weekend left a smile on my face for days. After that we were inseparable. Our social activities didn't change much, it's just that we were a couple, Jacob and Stacy.

We never discussed my taking a job in Minneapolis after graduation. There were no tears or worries. My apartment would be an hour away from her dorm room, but it was almost as if we both just assumed that we would make it work. Stacy still had two years of college to finish. I had a career to start.




My Story



Like I have said, my apartment served only as a place for my mail to be delivered. Honestly, a storage unit and a post office box would have suited me just fine after the first six months. After that, and the elimination of my nine to five hours, if I wasn't travelling I was visiting Stacy.

Beyond that there isn't really much to say about our early years. I suppose we were no different than any other young couple in love. Everything was new and exciting. There was never a dull moment, never a time to pause and reflect. Everything was great.

While we talked at length about what we each hoped to experience in life we never really talked about us. I knew what Stacy was thinking and she could read me like a book. We were going to be together and we both knew it.

My proposal, though obviously expected, was ultimately still a surprise. I made it during the annual homecoming choir banquet during Stacy's senior year in front of all of our friends.

All marriages have their struggles and difficult times. Ours were very, very few and far between. My business took off while Stacy was still finishing school. After she graduated, and was still trying to decide what career path she wanted to embark on, we rented a tiny apartment just to be safe and so we could save as much money as possible. Living with someone, even your best friend, is always a crap shoot. As much as I loved Stacy, there were days that she just annoyed the shit out of me.

We may have had more in common than any other couple that I had ever met, but our personalities weren't one of those things. I think our upbringing had a lot to do with that. Stacy was raised in a rigid military environment. I was raised the mountains of Wyoming. Her day to day activities were scheduled and required commitment. I took on whatever the day set in front of me. Early on, while we were setting our boundaries and feeling each other out, this difference caused a lot of friction. Not too much later, I learned to appreciate our differences as Stacy's gift to our marriage and I loved her even more for being strong in areas where I needed improvement. I am fairly certain she felt the same.

It was the sex that always brought us back to an even playing field when we were young. Our love life was always good, often great and frequently fucking fantastic with a little kinky mixed in. I was a virgin when Stacy and I first made love several months into our couplehood. I am positive that Stacy was too although, by unspoken agreement, we never mentioned our previous sexual experiences. During our first night together it seemed that Stacy was as nervous as me and just as excited to experience the moment as I was. I think that almost coming three times before we really even started was limited to me, although, she did let loose a few baby growls and some unexpected gasps.

Exploring all of Stacy's body for the first time was an experience I will never forget. She was stunningly beautiful in the nude. Her body responded to my touch. Her nipples hardened. Her face flushed. Her breathing quickened. That night, and every other time we were together, she flooded with sweet, tangy juices. We fit together, perfectly. 

I have decided to limit the amount of personal descriptions to protect whatever limited privacy you can expect when you post something on the internet for anyone to read. To be honest, my time on the Internet has taught me one thing. Everyone is someone's reason to masturbate and Stacy was definitely mine. I will say that Stacy was slight in build with nice curves, cute features and a great smile. Hopefully, that, and knowing that every time I saw her, naked or clothed, I wanted to take her, will be enough to satisfy your curiosity.

After our first time, and for a very long time into our relationship, I fucked Stacy every time we were alone together like I was a man sentenced to death row with one conjugal visit left. For her part, Stacy took great pride in playing the role of seductress finding new and wonderful ways to entice me. During the first year of our marriage we spent the majority of the time I wasn't on the road in bed, or on the couch, or in the shower, or with me licking every inch of her pussy on the kitchen counter or with her begging me to fuck her face in a darkened parking lot. Every marriage has its problems, sex wasn't one of ours. 

Our only truly trying time occurred early in our second year of married life. I was traveling more frequently, Stacy had started a new job, our schedules conflicted and our communication suffered. 

Over the course of several months we nitpicked each other to death and complained about things more than we enjoyed each other's company. At its peak, I was miserable and tired of all the arguments. When Stacy called me an asshole for planning to attend the annual choir reunion events without her, even though she had to attend a work related conference, I started looking forward to a few days away from my wife and I knew that wasn't a good thing. 

The reunion was fine and things were still a little icy at home when I returned. Then out of the blue, and after all those weeks and all those arguments, Stacy apologized. At the time I considered it the most sincere apology I had ever received. She said that work was causing her stress and that she missed spending time with me and was frustrated with our haphazard schedule of sex. I apologized for letting things get so out of hand and for not making more of effort to make her feel appreciated and we moved on. 

Two weeks later she announced she was pregnant with our first child, a little girl. Two years later our first son was born. Two years after that our twin boys completed our family. Stacy stayed at home with our children until they were all in school, then she went to work on a very limited basis to keep herself occupied and active.

The children were like the glue that cemented our puzzle pieces together. We were nearly inseparable after the birth of our first child. We took care of each other and the kids. We rarely argued about anything, and never about anything important. I loved my family and their daily reminders of what was really important in life. Stacy was a fantastic mother, the absolute best. As a life partner she was even better. 

We missed out on whatever causes new parents to have a reduction in their sex life. The more children we had, the hornier we were. Although three or four times a week was the norm, weeks of daily sex were not all that unusual. Even my vasectomy, after the twins were born, was like a jolt of energy to our sex life. We fucked with reckless abandon for weeks after I healed. It was as if all the stars aligned to make sure that we always had plenty of alone time as adults. There simply wasn't anything wrong with our marriage or our sex life or our family, until there was.

I honestly believe that it was our constant flirting that led to all the sex. The more Stacy was doing things for the family the happier I was. I never failed to share those thoughts with Stacy. I had no filter on my thoughts when I was around her. If her meal was delicious, I told her. If I thought she looked smoking hot in her new outfit, I said so. My mind was constantly filled with thoughts of Stacy and our family. If I had a clever thought, I wrote it done and gave her the note later. If I saw her favorite candy bar or flower or just about anything less than $20, I would buy it for her and surprise her with at some point in the day. She was the same way with me. It felt great to be in love with your best friend and to hear, all the time, how much they loved you and how much of a turn on your partner thought you were.

Those few months of frustration early in our marriage were a blip in our lives, soon forgotten and replaced with a love that I cannot begin to describe. If you are a father, you know what I am talking about. You loved your spouse before the children but you cherished her afterword. You marvel at her inner strength as a mother and you love your children without reservation. It is the most glorious experience on earth. 

For fifteen wonderful years this was my world. Until it wasn't.   

***

I am not an expert on cheating wives. You can take that to the bank, endorse it and cash whatever amount of money you want. I would have placed my belief in my wife's fidelity against any wager you would have offered. And finding out I had been wrong, and for so long, was the most gut wrenching, spirit crushing, disorienting event I have ever experienced.

If you have had this happen to you, I can't compare my feelings to yours. I can only assume that the experience is different for everyone. If it has never happened to you, consider yourself blessed. All I can offer is the thoughts that went through my head and how my outlook on life completely changed over a period of seven days.

Shock was first. From the moment my mind matched the reality of what I had heard and seen together with my life until I woke up, hours later on the floor of the hotel bathroom covered in sweat and vomit, my body was on auto-pilot. I remember trading business cards with Robert Paulson. I remember shaking his hand and not wanting to. I remember how cold I felt. How he didn't notice my shaking hands I'll never know. 

I remember the elevator ride to my floor in the hotel. My stomach rose to my throat the moment it started to move. I remember bending over, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath and regain my bearings. I remember the feeling in my chest. It wasn't a normal pain, not even at its most excruciating. It was so much more than that. It was like my whole body was constricted by some invisible force, causing the bones of my body to scrape against every muscle and tendon and nerve ending I had. It literally hurt every time I moved, even just to breathe.

Finally, I remember puking my guts out the moment I opened the bathroom door and I remember not caring that I was lying on the floor in my own vomit. I don't remember closing my eyes.

Months later I would recall these moments and put an accurate label on them. It was the pain of death. These were the moments that my love for my wife died.

Despair was next and it lasted much longer. 

My usual 4:00am wake-up call almost didn't get my attention. When it finally did, it was habit that took over not conscious thought. At the airport, my first conscious thought was that my socks didn't match. One was brown, the other black. Airport security let me pass anyway. It was the first of many things that I wouldn't care about in those first few days. My clothes were clean but wrinkled. I had showered but had chosen to skip some of the other basic grooming. With finger combed hair and an unshaven face, I purchased an overpriced pack of gum at the gift shop to cover the fact that I had not brushed my teeth or used mouthwash.

I stared out the window as the plane left the ground and then, for the first time ever, slept while in the air. I woke up when the wheels touched down and jarred me from my slumber. From there my normal excitement at being home and minutes away from seeing my wife and children was replaced with a morose apathy. Was the sky overcast or did everything seem to have a gray appearance for some other reason? I can't tell you for sure. But the color in the world was definitely gone.

Not caring about things was an unusual experience for me. Even at your worst, you still have survival instincts and mine ruled the day. I was angry that the luggage was delayed coming off the plane but I refused to curse at the baggage attendant because a mom and her kids were standing close by. I didn't care that I almost caused a car accident by pulling out in front of oncoming traffic, but I wasn't driving recklessly and I was wearing a seatbelt. Even at my worst, my wild raging beast was a pussy and probably a coward. I hated myself so much at that realization.

Returning to my home that first day was surreal. It was like I was watching a movie of myself going through the motions of reconnecting with my family. I received my hugs from the twins, a knuckle touch from my oldest son, and a kiss on the check from my wife. It was a miracle that I didn't vomit in the foyer when her skin touched mine for the first time. 

I clung to my daughter's embrace as though she was the only medicine that could cure me of my sickness. 

Stacy was immediately worried about my behavior.

"Are you OK, Jacob? You are acting strange and you look like you are about to fall over."

"I don't feel very well."

It was the only thing that I could manage to say. 

After that I retreated to the bedroom and chased sleep until I caught it and pounded it into submission. I periodically woke up to the sounds of Stacy checking on me. I chose to dismiss her with a moan and a flopping motion back to my pillow. I repeated this performance for the next two days warding off Stacy's attempts to get me to call the doctor. The fact that she barely left my side at times and seemed to be genuinely concerned about me gave me absolutely no comfort.

And then my mom died.

***

Sitting at the bar sipping on a beer was nothing new. Neither was the blowhard sitting next to me talking up his business success, his charmed life and his prowess as a lover. Robert Paulson was no different than the hundreds of other braggadocios bastards that I had met on a barstool. He was a little older than he would admit, a little more out of shape than he wanted to believe and nowhere near as charming as he thought. What always fascinated me about guys like him and places like this was how their behavior was always reinforced by circumstances.

I was sitting on the bar stool to have a beer. Robert Paulson was here to get laid. Guys like me changed out of their business attire, simply not caring what they looked like as long as they were comfortable. The Robert Paulson's loosened their ties but wanted to seen as a success. The suit, the watch, the keychain left strategically placed with the car manufacturer's logo up were all meant to entice. Hey, look at me. I am doing well. His speech pattern was predictable. He acknowledged just enough of the conversations going on around him to allow him to flip the script and turn the focus back to him and how great he was. The funny thing was, left to his own devices and more often than not, Robert Paulson would probably succeed in his quest because the women who showed up here were lonely. It didn't matter how beautiful or smart or attached they were, if they were here alone they were looking for Robert Paulson.

To me these places were a fine place to experiment without any risk. In my job, the faster I was able to get people to really talk to me, to give me their real story, the better. A bar was a great place to practice and Robert Paulson was my next lab rat. So we chatted.

I let him spew some lies about the success he was having and tossed in a few compliments. I threw his ego a bone telling him that the hot blonde at the end of the bar had been eyeing him for the past hour when I actually thought she had been staring at me. Then, just as I had hoped, it happened. Robert Paulson opened up to me.

He was twice divorced and lonely and tired of working on the road. He couldn't quite put his finger on how his life ended up like this, a revolving door of meaningless sex and loneliness. He was no different than the others and I had been able to get his real story. Finishing my beer normally would have been my cue to end our discussion and head back to my room. Normally, I would have declined his offer of another round, but I didn't. There was something so familiar about him, even though I was certain that our paths had never crossed before. For whatever reason, I just couldn't walk away.

So I politely answered his questions about my work and my family and where I was from. I could tell the exact moment he put his guard back up. I knew when the false bravado returned I would be hearing another 'I banged this hottie once'. I didn't know his confession would have any impact on me. But it did.

I listened to Robert Paulson brag about how he had once hooked up with a married woman in Saint Paul all those years ago. I watched him search his brain for her name among the lists of his other conquests. Was it Lacy or Tracy? He couldn't quite remember but she had clearly left an impression. He described her body like he was staring at her picture. He recalled his two lust filled days at a conference hotel with the biggest slut he had ever met with great reverie.

"Yeah, man. That bitch was the biggest whore I have ever been with. Whoever caught that little minx was one lucky son of a gun. To Lacy from Saint Paul by way of Alaska. The best fuck of my life."

Did my life end as he raised his glass and slammed down the rest of his drink in a mock salute? Or did I just imagine it.

***

The death of my mother temporarily jolted me out of my morose behavior. My morbid thoughts were replaced with a need to make decisions about my mother and her meager possessions. It took me about five minutes to decide I would drive to my hometown. It only took me four to decide I would go alone.

Anyone without a guilty conscience would have chalked up my roller coaster emotions and erratic behavior to illness and grief at the loss of mom. But my wife followed my actions as if she were watching a caged animal on the verge of an escape. 

My miraculous recovery from 'illness' did nothing to comfort her. For the better part of the next 36 hours, I basically ignored her for more pressing concerns. That didn't mean she didn't have the opportunity to drive a stake through my heart one more time.

I was heading back to the bedroom from the den and an exercise in gathering the documents I would need to finalize my mother's affairs. She was sitting on her side of the bed whispering into to phone.

"He knows." 

"I don't know how." 

"What am I going to do?"

I walked back down to the kitchen for a glass of water. Then I returned to the bedroom as noisily as possible. Stacy was in the master bathroom when I arrived. If the number on the phone when I pushed the redial button had been Robert Paulson's, I think I might have killed her. I had already had a few daydreams about doing that very thing. Would that would have been better? I honestly don't believe the answer to that question was yes, but I won't lie to you and say that hadn't occasionally thought it might be. When you're thinking about the person that you love more than anyone else in the world and hoping, beyond hope that you can kill her and make her suffer and not get caught, what does that mean? 

Thoughts of Stacy made me angry. Being angry with Stacy made me incredibly sad. Being sad made me frustrated and frustration led me to thoughts of my dilemma and back to Stacy. It was a revolving door of pain.

It is actual doubtful that I could ever take another person's life. I am just not wired that way. I have never in my life been in a fight that rose above some minor pushing and shoving. And I know that some of you, who weren't sitting in my shoes at that very moment, are reading this thinking that only a madman would even consider such a thing. I honestly don't care what your opinion of my thought process is. My wife is alive, judge me on that. 

Shockingly, recognizing the phone number was her best friend Tricia's actually made me feel worse. My devastating problem, the worst thing that had ever happened to me, wasn't even a secret. It was the perfect threesome of knowledge, Stacy, Tricia and Robert Paulson.

I pretended to be asleep one last time and I waited for the familiar sound of my wife's breathing to change to make sure she had drifted off. I paused at that, remembering that I used to take comfort in recognizing that sound. Regardless of the stresses of my day I could always count on my wife's slumber to remind me that the trouble was over and that a new and untarnished day was a few short hours away. That night, it didn't make any difference. 




My Story



I grabbed my still packed travel suitcase and made my way to the children's rooms taking one more look before my journey. They were growing so fast. They were such good kids. I paused for an extra second at my daughter's door. She was a teenager. My princess was 13 and growing into the beautiful young woman I had always dreamed she would be. She was going to break hearts for sure. Through no fault of her own, mine would be the first.

I left a note on my way out the door. 'Going home to take care of my mother's things. Probably won't take longer than a week. Jacob'.

***

As if you couldn't tell by now, anger came next.

My anger grew little by little during each of the 1,027 miles I drove to my hometown.

I was angry at myself first. How could I have been so stupid? How could I not punch that asshole in the face? Why didn't I confront my cheating bitch of a wife? That one as easy. I loved her or at least I had until recently. Confrontation would lead to confirmation which might actually be worse than what I was feeling at that moment. That also meant I was a coward. Why was I a fucking coward?

No one and nothing escaped the rage burning in my mind. Our pastor, our friends, my mother, her mother, and the state patrolman who gave me the well deserved speeding ticket. None were safe from my internal wrath. Everyone received an ass chewing in my head. Everyone except my children. They were blameless.

My loving wife? She received the worst of it. My emotions would swing wildly from pleasant thoughts of my children, to depressing thoughts of what I knew was now going to be my life, to morbidly vengeful thoughts about how to carry out a devastating revenge for the years of lies. 

The saying is that there is fine line between love and hate. They should add there is a fine line between a blind, white hot rage and complete madness. That is what it felt like to me.

It hadn't taken long before the events of my week had taking their toll on my body and I began to tire. But at the same time adrenaline was coursing through me. I was literally too wired to sleep. I have never been in a situation where my life depended on my next decision. I have never been so scared that I thought my inaction would cost me my life. But in those moments I knew what the fight or flight response felt like after it had been dragging on for days.

Fortunately, distance seemed to calm my nerves. I stopped three times during my trip for fuel and food and power naps in my car. I finished my drive in a little over 23 hours, exhausted and depressed.

*** 

This is my story. In a Hollywood script this would be the perfect time to insert the quirky snarky supporting actor who would help me blaze a trail through my disaster of a life. For other stories on this site in this category this would be where I ran into my secret high school crush who, coincidently, had secretly loved me for years. Maybe over a cup of coffee we would fall madly in love and live happily ever after. I don't fault the screen writers or the nubile authors who write these storylines. Hell, I've let my imagination run wild on occasion and written those thoughts down so that others could try and analyze my fetishes and neuroses. But real life is never that perfect. I have found life to be a tad more...brutal.

My hometown hadn't changed. The people were basically the same as well. There were few newcomers, the oldies but goodies and even a few people I had always hoped to never see again. They were all 'pleased to see me' and 'sorry about my mom's passing' and each 'hoped I'd stay in touch'. They were just platitudes of course. More than likely I would never return here again. I had only been back a half dozen times since high school and now I had no reason to return.

At the end of four days, I was certain of two things: my mother had led a peaceful, full and basically happy life and the memories I had of her were pleasant. The reality was just a tad different. Mom was one tough bitch; a straight to the point, no pulling punches, no time for bullshit kind of woman. It was what I loved and hated about her most. On the good side, I never had to worry about what my mother thought about me or my choices. She would just let me know. On the flip side it probably would have been nice to get a bit of unconditional reassurance from time to time. Instead she taught me to be independent and to fend for myself. I guess all in all I was pretty lucky despite my childhood desires for a Miss Suzy Homemaker type of mother.

There were boxes piled up in the living room. Some that would be delivered to the church for charity. Most that would end up with the trash. There were no family heirlooms to pack carefully for my journey home, just some pictures and letters and a few items that held a special meaning for me. The pile that I was keeping was the smallest in the group.

Unfortunately, while packing things away had been a nice distraction from my problems it did nothing to solve them. Honestly, I wasn't certain they could be solved. My anger and frustrations had dissipated only slightly. They had been buried, but not 

replaced, by unanswered questions. And so, during those four days, I wrote those questions down. That was what I was good at. One hundred and twenty-six questions. Questions that would, hopefully, lead to an answer the only question important to me that I hadn't written down. Did I have a marriage left to go home to?

I spent my evenings rereading them and typing them into an email. I reordered them from time to time, trying to move from what I felt were the least important questions, things like the sex and the affair I knew about, to the most important ones. The important things. Things that would have a lasting impact on my family. I spent quite a bit of time thinking about what I would consider acceptable answers. Often I found that I couldn't come up with an acceptable one and I was forced to substitute a 'what could I live with' response.

When I finished answering my own questions, I emailed them to my wife with the short note, 'I am going to need your answers to these questions. In writing would be best.'. My thinking was pretty simple. Her response would tell me a lot. If she went to see a lawyer in preparation for a divorce, they would never let her put her thoughts in writing and I wouldn't get any answers. That would be all I needed to know.

It happened almost as soon as I hit send.

Doubt. That's what came next.

There are things in your life that you just take for granted. I don't mean things that you ignore and hope that they will still be around when you start paying attention to them again. I mean things that are just always true; things that become the foundation of the life that you build. Sometimes, they are big things. Sometimes, they are small things. But they are always true.

Your mom loves you regardless of the stupid things that you've done. You can count on it. It will bring your comfort in your time of need. There are lots of them. The sun will always rise in the morning. The tax man comes around every year. Your children are yours.

If you are not a father, this next part might be lost on you. The very first moment you hold your child you start to dream. You dream of what you hope your child's life will be like. You hope you can deliver on that dream and then you spend every single day with a new goal, a new task, a new life to be responsible for. And regardless of any trials or tribulations you are rewarded everyday with the love of a child. You are someone's hero, someone's protector, someone's entire world. 

Little by little, day by day, their world broadens. That's when you start to recognize the mistakes you made and you try to steer them clear of those same pitfalls. Then your children make mistakes of their own. And you help them recover and you comfort them. It's hard work and there is no break. It is the definition of full time. And it is worth it.

All of my children had wildly different personalities. Even the twins were different from each other. But one of the greatest things about being a father, if you like yourself even a little bit, is finding the things that you passed on to your children. Your quirks, the little idiosyncrasies, the things that make you...well you. When you see them passed on, you can't help but smile.

I could try to write all of them down, but many are just personal things that would be hard to describe. But they were there. Some are easy to describe. All my children loved music. That was a big part of both Stacy and me. The boys all looked like me, right down to the straight hair that curled more and more as they got older.

My daughter was daddy's little princess and my favorite. I know, I know. Parents don't have favorites. I loved all of my children equally, but my daughter was the cutest thing that ever walked the planet and she ALWAYS had to be seated right next to me, or sitting on my lap, or holding my hand. Our bond started from her birth when she often wouldn't stop crying until she was in my arms. It had continued right up until the night before my last work trip when we went to the movies on another of our father/daughter dates.

My daughter was almost a clone of her mother. She had beautiful eyes. When she was a little girl they were brownish. People used to say looked like mine. I never thought so. The color was close, but the shape was different. The more she aged the more the green appeared. She had those cute tiny dimples, her mother's beautiful smile and hair and those piercing green eyes. The eyes of Robert Paulson.

Now I knew and it rocked me to the core. Was everything I believed a lie? Or just that.

***

I don't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate that I took my time driving back home. On the good side of the equation was the dissipation of my rage. I wanted to make good decisions going forward and my anger seemed to be a distraction from that goal. On the downside, being alone left me plenty of time to question everything about my life. Every moment that I had shared with my wife. Everything that she had ever told me. I ended my journey jittery and feeling like I had no core set of beliefs to hold on to. I was a shell of a man wandering aimlessly through life.

I had stopped several times during my journey back mostly at the national parks and monuments, Devil's Tower, Mount Rushmore, the Badlands, in a futile attempt to recapture some of the innocence of my youth. I even bought a ticket to Reptile Gardens, while reminiscing on my drive. The displays and activities were much the same, but not nearly as captivating as I remembered. The thing that I remembered as exciting now seemed trite and a little trashy. I silently wondered if this was how all the memories in my life would end up.

I had no idea what to expect at home. But I knew what I wouldn't accept. Don't worry, I can already hear you. Another wimp husband who is going to ignore his wife's infidelity. I can tell you that was not my thinking. I guess it is up to you to believe it. My thought process was rather simple. I didn't know enough. I didn't know what I wanted to do. Faced with a lack of information and an absence of a well thought our plan of action I decided to do what I did best. Get my wife to talk to me, get the real story, and make a fact based decision that was best for me.

Was I surprised at what was waiting for me at home? Not really. Did it move me off my plan? Not even a little bit. What was the difference between my house and a morgue? A morgue housed actual dead people and my house only had the walking dead. My children were all sitting in the living room watching a movie. I accepted their hugs with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Then the chatter began. How was my trip? Did I see anything cool? Then came the reports on things that had happened at the house. The strangest thing though was the complete silence from my daughter. She had taken her normal place at my side and proceeded with her normal hug. But she hadn't said a word which was unusual.

I spoke to kids for a few minutes, then I made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My daughter followed.

"Something is wrong with mom, daddy. She has barely come out of your room since you left for grandma's."

"OK, honey. Thanks for telling me. I'll go check on her in a minute."

Our first meeting wasn't what I expected. Hell, who am I kidding? I had no idea what to expect. Stacy looked like shit. Her hair was a mess. It was clear she had been crying. Our bedroom smelled like something had died. She looked surprised when I entered the room and kept an uncomfortable look on her face for awhile as we sat in a long silence.

After several minutes, Stacy moved towards her bedside table to retrieve some papers and started to hand them to me. My heart began to race as I considered what she might be giving me. I let out a small sigh when I saw that they were hand written answers to my questions. I stared at them for a minute, then folded them in two and set them down at my side.

I am not sure I can adequately describe my feelings at that moment. They were feelings that lasted for years. Conflicted maybe they best way to describe them. Did I love Stacy? Sure. Did I want to punch her in the face? Yep. Was I ever going to do that? Never. 

Her first question could have been any one of a thousand important things that were running through my head. I really believe if her first question had been anything else, things may have turned out differently. I am not sure what you think about me. Not to be dismissive, but I know I wouldn't have given a flying fuck then and I am not certain I do now. I just know that there was an absolutely perfect set of circumstances that could have saved my marriage. Her question may have been the one thing that was certain to derail it. 

"How did you find out, Jacob?"

I did not want to end my marriage. My entire world, friends, work, sense of self worth, revolved entirely around my marriage. But of all things that I had learned and heard, that single question hurt almost as much as anything else.

"I honestly don't think that is important and, frankly, I am shocked that it was the first thing that came out of your mouth."

We sat in silence for a long time before she spoke again. At least the next questions were better.  

"What are you thinking, Jacob? What are you going to do?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

I just sat there for a long time. Together in a room. Alone in my thoughts. Then I stood up and left the room, returning to spend the evening with my children. After the kids went to bed, I spent the first of many nights in the guest room. Was it irrational to be pissed off that I made the decision not to sleep in my own bed? Maybe. Unfortunately, that was just the beginning.

I spent the next few weeks around a frightened Stacy. She was completing all her daily tasks with care, as if her life depended on it. She was freakishly quiet and she literally jumped every time I spoke. Even that pissed me off. Was I some type of maniacal wife beater now?

I read the confession from my slut wife ten days after she handed it to me. I won't go through her entire list of answers. There were only a few that were very important to me. 

Is Jessica my daughter? No. She is not your biological daughter. But she is your daughter in every other way. Please don't ever doubt that.

If not, how long have you known she wasn't mine? I always suspected she might not be, but hoped that she was. I knew for certain after her three month check-up, when they told me her blood type. I would have known anyway when she was six.

If you knew she wasn't mine, why didn't you tell me? I was afraid that you would leave me. I still am afraid. Terrified actually.

Who else knows? My mother and Tricia. I don't know for certain, but based on a few conversations I am convinced that your mom knew, too.

How many other times have you cheated on me? One time. Just once. I swear on everything that I hold dear.

I had the answers to the questions I had asked. I still had no idea what I wanted. My choices were simple enough. I could stay married to Stacy and live with a feeling of someone stabbing me in the heart every single day. I could divorce her and start over feeling like I had shot myself in the head. What would you have chosen? You probably know. You're absolutely certain. I didn't and I wasn't.

And so we lived for months in an uncomfortable silence. Until the day that Stacy caught me alone. I don't remember the exact set of circumstances that led to us being alone, without any children. I know I had painstakingly tried to avoid being alone with Stacy. But it happened.

"Jacob, we have to talk about this. We can't go on like this forever."

"What makes you think I want to go on at all? Let alone talk about this."

"Don't say things like that, Jacob. It was so long ago. A lifetime has passed since that weekend. You can't really want to through all that we have built together down the drain because of one stupid weekend!"

"A lifetime. That sounds about right. It has a nice ring to it."

"God Damn it, Jacob! You HAVE TO TALK TO ME!"

That was when I lost my temper. I honestly don't remember ever cursing at my wife or even raising my voice to her. Our arguments, even at their worst, were more of the passive aggressive silent disputes. But, I just couldn't take the pressure any more. 

"FINE! You want to talk? So talk. Talk to me about your stupid weekend. How would you describe it? I heard a fantastic summary from your fuck buddy! Or was he your stud?! Give me all the juicy details. How was it for you?! Did you enjoy yourself?! Did you enjoy humiliating me?! Go ahead. Let's talk about it."

Stacy shied away momentarily but eventually continued.

"That's not what I wanted to talk about, Jacob. I wanted to talk about us."

"Oh, well excuse me for believing that I was entitled to some answers. I guess you got used to being the only one in the know. Oh, wait, that's right! It wasn't just you. You got to share your dirty little secret with your mom and best friend. Maybe we should start there? Can you tell me, my loving wife, why I deserved so much less consideration about the state of our marriage and the consequences of your actions than YOUR FUCKING MOTHER?!"

"I tried to do what was best for..."

"For YOU Stacy. You did what was best for you!! No ME! Not US! Just you! So don't fucking tell me what we have to talk about!"

"Jacob, I...I..."

"He said you were the biggest slut he ever met. The biggest whore that ever walked the face of the earth. The BEST FUCK OF HIS LIFE! So tell me all about it, DEAR!"

Stacy sat there with unspent tears in her eyes, mouth agape, color draining from her face. I didn't care. So I looked her right in her eyes and whispered.

"The next time you sit down in front of me with your bull shit requests to talk about 'us', be ready to tell me the fucking truth. And don't think for one second I'll make it easy for you. I'm going to double check every answer you give me."

To be honest I am not sure how she lasted that long. It wasn't that I was being intentionally cruel. But I was certainly not being nice. I often left a room if she was in it. I never answered her with any more words than were absolutely necessary. I slept in the guest room. And we hadn't really talked about anything meaningful since my return.

It was like that for months. 

I had looked into divorce. It was the way I was leaning. But at that time, it would have been devastating financially both personally and professionally. Then there were my children. I could not bear the thought of being apart from my kids. I did not want to be a part time father. I just wasn't wired that way. So that left me with very little choice.




My Story



So, I decided to try and make the best of an unbearable situation. Don't worry. I can still hear you. Another wimp husband. It wasn't like that at all. A clean break just wasn't in the cards. So I did what I had to do. I took a long term approach.

It is hard to describe the madness that my life became. I felt trapped in a world of lawyers and their talk of asset protection and the joy I had being around my children and the rage I felt every time I thought of what Stacy had done to my life. But I also missed her. I missed our closeness and our carefree lifestyle. I missed the time when everything fit nicely into its place in my life and stability ruled the universe.

What was it like? It was like being a severe diabetic with a chocolate fetish. You know just one misstep and you could literally die. But every day someone put's a slice of freshly backed chocolate cake with chocolate cream cheese frosting and a scope of chocolate ice cream drizzled with chocolate sauce right in front of you at breakfast. You have to find the will deep within yourself not to eat it. You know it will have horrible consequences if you do. But you can't escape the fact that, deep down, you want to toss the fork and spoon away and dive face first into that plate.

There were times I would return to a white hot rage. The fact that Stacy's mother and Tricia wouldn't even look me in the eye the first time we saw each other absolutely pissed me off. They had been lying to me for years holding a secret over my head. I felt like a fool. When Tricia tried to mediate on Stacy's behalf, I told her to go to hell. She didn't return to our home for several months.

And then there were the conversations. Horribly uncomfortable conversations about things I had to know but didn't want to hear. Conversations that almost always ended with Stacy crying because, as much as she believed the conversations would help us reconnect, she could hear the anger and frustration and pain in my words.

"You have to know how much I love you. You know that, right?"

"Sure."

"And I know you love me, too. It just has to be true."

"I love you. A lot. Almost as much as I hate you."

Then there was her big confession about her tryst with the stud Robert Paulson. He wasn't that good. She had gotten a little too drunk and she was already irrationally angry with me. She made horrible decisions that she regretted immediately. It wasn't as bad as I was thinking.

"Did you do anything with him that you had never done with me?"

The laundry list of things I had discovered together with my wife was dramatically shorter after she finished. Things that I thought we shared exclusively and had discovered over years as a couple were just demolished. It was only sex, right? The most meaningless part of any real marriage. Yeah, she said that too. And I almost would have agreed with her, in principle.

"So why did you repeat all of your 'horrible decisions' the second night?"

She had no answer.

Did I catch her in another lie? Who knows? What was the expression on her face? It's hard to say. But after years and years of thinking I understood how to read my wife, I was as lost as a stranger meeting her for the first time on the street.  

Stacy's next attempt at reconciliation was one that I expected or at least should have. She knew I would be horny. It had been six months of long showers and sleeping alone. A day or two had been our longest dry spell when I wasn't on the road. She tried to get me engage in small talk nearly every day. But I generally rebuffed her. She tried to touch me; hold my hand or touch my shoulder. I usually flinched away from her. 

But she pushed me too far one night when the kids were all out with friends. Like I said, I had been pretty good at making sure that at least one of the kids was with us in the house. I had no reason to ever want to be alone with Stacy. But I had gotten dates and times confused and had my daughter at a school function and the boys with friends at a baseball game. When she came into the living room naked as the day she was born, something primal took over.

I hate fucked my wife that night. What are the expressions? Hammered? Plowed? Pick whichever one that you like. Gone were the gentle caresses and sense of closeness. They were replaced with a hair gripping face fuck and the sounds of gagging. I paid no attention to our mutual satisfaction. I cared only about my pleasure and the gasps of pleasure and pain that were coming from her mouth. The spanking and pinching of flesh was done to elicit a look of fear in her eyes. Normally, I would have been concerned that I had gone too far. But I wasn't. Was she dripping wet because she was that turned on by my actions or because it had been so long? I know I didn't give a fuck.

Normally, though initial stamina had never been a problem for me, I needed a nice long rest before I could go twice in the same night. But anger and frustration are as good as any little blue pill. She was writhing on the floor when I spewed my first load all over her chest. I barely lost any of my rigidity when I pulled her face back to my cock. When I was back at full strength I took her in that spot that was reserved only for special occasions and denied to me for years. The same one that had been given first to Robert Paulson.

I punished her asshole with my pussy juice and saliva lubed dick. In the past, on the rare occasions my wife let me have her anally, I always made sure she was comfortable and that our pace was to her liking. That night, once I was comfortably seated in her ass, I just fucked away. It wasn't lost on me that she had at least two more orgasms while I violated her. It was just something more to add to list of things that I didn't know about her. Apparently, she liked it a little rough.

In the end, I was spent, but she was broken in a pile on the floor. I left her there to take a shower and head to bed. The lack of commotion when the kids returned from their outings were my only indications that she had eventually moved.

The next day, I was surprised to see a look in her eyes that indicated that she thought we were in a better place. I ended those thoughts a few hours later.

"I guess he was right. You are a whore."

She had no reply.

That is how we began our years as uncomfortable roommates. After awhile our lives returned to a normal, if somewhat morbid routine. The kids stopped asking if everything was OK after several more months, content with the fact that they received an enormous amount of attention from both Stacy and me. 

I regained my comfort with being in the same room as Stacy as long as we weren't alone. We chatted on occasion about meaningless things. We did talk about us and our marriage on occasion, too.

I tried hard to forgive and forget. I am not just giving that lip service. After almost four years of hell, my divorce preparations were complete. My business, my assets, a large stash of funds were all protected and waiting for my decision. That helped me relieve the feeling of having a gun to my head and being forced to make a decision that wasn't in my best interests. That's when I started doing almost daily research. Marriage problems. Forgiveness. If there was a book or an article or something written on the subject on the internet, I read it. Fiction or non-fiction. If there was a movie about betrayal I watched it. In fact, Stacy and I watched one together. It was a story of an ostensibly happily married woman who meets a young lover on the street by accident and their brief torrid affair. In the end the husband killed her lover and they appear to reconcile, though the ending was somewhat vague.

Stacy quietly sobbed through the entire movie. I wasn't moved at all. It was then that I realized that I was so desensitized to these feelings that I wasn't even angry when a wife cheated on her husband. I felt nothing. So I started seeing a therapist. A few months after that, Stacy and I started marriage counseling. Like I said, I really was trying.

Our story was simple. My wife cheated on me. One time over a period of two days. Stacy loved me and no other and had made a terrible mistake. I had tested her truthfulness on all of those subjects and I believed her. My daughter's biological father was my wife's lover. I loved my little girl with all my heart and that hadn't changed a bit. But I couldn't get past the years of lies. I tried but I couldn't. 

I was stuck in a purgatory of wanting to move on, and probably away, but unable to do so without the things I cherished most about my very existence.

Months and months of rehashing didn't do much for our awkward relationship. Frankly, I thought the sessions with both therapists were mostly a giant waste of money. But talking and reliving and exploring my thoughts and memories did lead me to a revelation. It came to me during a joint session where I was being urged to find it within myself to truly forgive my wife. But my focus was on a picture hanging on the wall. A print of a picture of the Rocky Mountains. That is when it hit me. A $100 print could have saved me thousands in medical bills and years of self doubt. I honestly felt more of an idiot when I realized what had been holding me back.

"You know I agree with both of you. It is up to me to forgive my wife. And I certainly haven't done that. But it has suddenly occurred to me why I haven't really been able to do that. It's so simple I kind of even feel stupid for saying it out loud, but I suppose it's never too late."

"Stacy, I have never forgiven you because in all of our long drawn out discussions about saving our marriage you have never, not once, said you're sorry."

Those who are truly repentant make amends and are forgiven. Once again, my mother was there to help me.

She said the words shortly after she recovered from the shock of my statement and came to terms with its validity. But I think she knew at that moment, even if only subconsciously.

"I am sorry, Jacob. More than I have ever been and more than I ever will be. I am so sorry."

Stacy and I lived together for six more years after that night. We were roommates and occasionally fuck buddies. But the love that had filled both of our spirits had truly died that night in my hotel room so very ago and so very far from home. Eventually, I was able to tell Stacy about that evening without feeling sick to my stomach. During that discussion, we may have been the closest we ever were to understanding one another. Her betrayal and my discovery had killed our love and try as we might, there would be no rekindling of the passion of our youth, no growing together as partners into old age. We never said it out loud, but she knew.

My final epiphany came when the twins were juniors in high school. There were doing some type of science project and I was watching, no marveling, once again, at their ability communicate without speaking. One of the boys filled a large beaker with some type of clear solution. The other placed a single drop of another, blood red, chemical in next. I sat and watched that tiny, insignificant drop of liquid infect the entire solution. It weaved its way though the clear liquid, sometimes streaking other times billowing but in the end the entire beaker was a pale pink. No portion was left untouched.

I thought it was a fitting metaphor for my life. One lie. One two day period had infected my entire life. Nothing was left untouched. The memories of my marriage. The relationships with my children. My sex life. One lie had infected them all and, even though my rage had faded over time, the thin discoloration of lack of trust was left over everything in my life. I just couldn't get rid of it, not matter how hard I tried. When I finally decided it wasn't worth the effort to try, I just lived with it. When that didn't work, I gave up. 

I don't know why Stacy stuck around. I stayed for the kids and the memories I would cherish being the best father I could be. Stacy was a supermom. Just the best. But, as the twins moved into high school she started working full time. She didn't go out with a new set of friends or try to move on from me. She went to work and came home. That was her life. Whatever kept her static did not treat her well. She gained a few pounds every year. She lost most of her generically pleasant personality. After a while she just looked old and tired.

After the first year or so I stopped saying mean and hurtful things to Stacy, but looking back maybe that was the most cruel thing of all. It certainly seemed as though the true opposite of love was apathy. I kept making moves to further separate our finances. 

I found hobbies and other things to occupy my time. I started investing my time more and more in friendships with my golfing buddies and people at church and basically anyone who shared an interest with me. Finally, we just truly grew apart not that I made much of an effort to keep us together.

I contemplated making our almost loveless relationship a permanent one. Simple fondness was almost enough. But a single night at a hotel bar changed all that. A night of unbridled passions of the lonely made me realize it was time to let go or grow into a person I never wanted to be. 

When the twins left for college our divorce was the most anticlimactic event of all time. I set the papers in front of her at dinner on our third night as empty nesters. She gave a small sad smile and said two words before she signed them.

"OK, Jacob."

The division of assets was generous in her favor, but left my business completely intact and left me set for a very comfortable future retirement. With minimal effort, Stacy would be very comfortable too. And that was it. That is how I find myself in this place, even today.  

In the end, it wasn't Stacy that killed our marriage. It was me. 

If I had laid out a series of requirements that Stacy absolutely, without question, had to meet to save our marriage, she would have passed with flying colors. There wasn't a more contrite, submissive, dedicated woman on the planet. Stacy denied me nothing, ever. Quite frankly, that pissed me too. Gone was my partner, my equal. That woman was replaced with a scared little girl. I often wondered how Stacy had lived so long with her secret. Having that knowledge over someone definitely tips the scales and when they were tipped in my favor, I couldn't help but treat her differently.

When I was growing up, drilling rig accidents were a common occurrence. Some of the stories of those accidents stuck with me. Like when workers in steel toed boots would smash their foot in an accident, it wasn't the initial damage that caused them to lose their foot or even die. If they could have just remained calm enough to leave the boot on, a doctor might have been able to repair at least some of the damage. But, if they took the boot off, the real trouble started. It could be difficult to stop the bleeding. Bones could shift and possibly be displaced permanently. The best thing to do was to duck tape their mangled foot and boot together until they could get professional medical attention.

Stacy had definitely mangled our marriage. There was no doubt about it. And I tried to wrap it in duck tape. But I just couldn't leave it alone. It just hurt too much. I had to pull the tape off. And when that didn't work I had to lose the boot. What was left was a bloody shattered foot that would never really function properly again. So I amputated it. Did I feel good about it? No. I would always walk with a limp. But I didn't really feel bad about it either. The foot was starting to get infected and was a risk to the rest of my body. So I did what I had to do to survive.

The saddest thing about the whole thing is that I truly believe that, to this day, Stacy loves me. She doesn't date and I can always find her at home alone if there is anything regarding the kids or grandkids that we need to discuss. But I just couldn't wrap my brain around the years and years of lies and I could never find the strength in my heart to truly forgive her. Even if it would have been better for me.

If you are able to follow that logic, then you are a better person than me. That twisted logic is what is left of my personal life. I know full well that I can never regain what I had with Stacy. I am too old to even consider starting over and everyone I meet seems to have some sort of baggage that eliminates any possibility of making serious commitment. But I really feel I did right by my kids and Stacy too for that matter. So I sleep well at night, mostly alone but sometimes not.

I have no problem if you question my judgment. I know I did. I still do. Was one event, so long ago, something that should have been so unforgivable? Or was my life one compounding lie on top of another? Did I raise someone else's daughter as my own? Yes, but I never loved her any less after I knew. I never told her the truth, and I don't think Stacy did either. If she figured it out on her own, she never said anything or changed her behavior towards me. 

I don't know the right answer. Is there one? Who fucking knows? I am not a genuinely happy person any more. But I am not miserable, either. I get by one day at a time, some days longing for my old life. But not too often. Honestly, I am mostly OK. 

Real life has endings. They are not always happy. And that was my story.



My Story



The story of a submissive Irish Bhoy, my story.

Ok so I'm shy I never had the courage to chat to girls no charisma I guess,so I turned to Internet chatrooms and at first found the approach of men commenting on my pictures as disgusting but over time it's started to appeal. I would tease them saying how I would love to nibble and suck on their balls while licking the thick shaft as the precum ran down it before licking round the head and then slowly working the shaft down my throat gagging as my face got fucked before taking the load over my face and in my mouth.

I knew they where jacking off and this really turned me on thing is it was only cybersex to me with guys from the far side of the world and I started to think to myself what would a real dick taste like. So I started to chat to men who lived within 20 miles of me the problem was I was still able to tease them but was paralysed with fear at the thought of actually meeting them. Thoughts such as what if it turned out I knew him, what if my family or friends where to find out, what if I didn't like it and he got angry. So many guys called me a time waster and I couldn't them, I was 5'7 extremely skinny 18 years old and timid and was chatting to guys in their late forties and old and only Dom bear types. In the rural part of Ireland I lived it was hard to find guys and eventually I agreed to meet he was 38 and when we met it turned out he was overweight and hairy he also looked seedy pervy, looking at me like a piece of meat. As we travelled in his car I reached across and rubbed his cock through his trousers, a big nasty grin grew across his face as his cock grew against my hand. He took me too a public park we couldn't get deep enough in the trees for my liking I was sure someone would find us. He turned dropping his trousers and pants I looked down it was semi solid, this was it the point of no return I dropped to my knees, my hand was shaking as I wrapped my fingers round the shaft it was thick uncut quite sort even as it grew, I rolled back the foreskin it was dirty and the smell hit me.

I looked up "there's the cheese you asked for", I tentatively licked the tip as I slowly stroked the head I thought it doesn't really taste then I rolled back the foreskin and tasted the "cheese" it was pungent I almost gagged. He must have knew I wasn't the slut I described myself as but he didn't say a thing. I tried to slide him down my throat but it was hard with his dry shaft. I licked all round trying to lubricate it and that was my first taste of precum strong and salty but not that bad, I tried to work him down my throat again but it only started to work as he gripped my hair and forced his way towards what left like my stomach. I panicked I left like I was going to choke as his hips bucked towards me balls rubbing my chin my face covered by his pubic hair I managed to regain my composure and breathe through my nose letting him fuck my face like the slut I so wanted to be his body tightened up this is it I thought my first taste of another mans seed, it went straight down my throat pulse after pulse as he pulled it splashed over my tongue my first taste of the thick salty cream and then it splattered over my face I closed my eyes as I felt it he jacked out the last few drops I opened my eyes I smiled up at him only then realising he had his phone in his hand. He had filmed me the bastard!! He promised he wouldn't and he had shit, I tried to reach up and grab it but he was too strong and followed up with a backhand across my face, I sunk to the ground as he pulled up his trousers and walked away.

I walked home it had started to rain I didn't mind hopefully it would wash the cum off me. I felt sick I knew with that video he owned me.

It was the next day and a sense of dread a sickness in my stomach I checked my emails and their it was.

Subject: Hey slutbhoy

Attachment: vid0003234.mp4

Not bad for a beginner, sent the video to a few mates who would be interested in meeting you... I'm sure you would love to please them and with practise you will

Ps I will keep the video private as long as you keep up your side of the deal.

Cheers 

Big Tom 



My Story



In celebration of my 100th submission to this site, I think it's about time I address all those people who have asked me how many of my stories were actual experiences that I had. Some of my stories are loosely based on facts. Most are fantasies-either mine or yours. The following is my story; true in every detail, except that I'm going to change my brother's name for his sake only.

***

I used to drive my father crazy. Sometimes on purpose. From the first time I can remember ever thinking about it, I wanted him to like me better than my older brother, Andy. When I was little there wasn't much I could do except try to be nice to my father and do what he said. But every now and then I couldn't play the nice little girl any longer and I revolted. I knew when I crossed the line whenever he had my Mom intervene.

Then I became a teenager and found out that guys wanted to like me for a completely different reason. I dated one of them a lot and we taught each other some fundamental things that allowed each of us to turn eighteen as non-virgins.

That's also when I began to notice my father sometimes looking at me in much the same way as my boyfriend. His eyes wandered to places that left no doubt what was on his mind. I quickly realized I had a new weapon in my struggle to have him pay more attention to me.

My Dad always said I was 'cute.' I think that means I'm somewhere between average and pretty. Nobody in our family is real tall so I got stuck with about five feet four inches to work with. Luckily, Mom passed down the genes for breasts that were perfect for my fairly small frame. And I simply lucked into a pretty decent ass.

With the right selection of clothing, I can present a very nice package, in my humble opinion.

Thus, at the age of nineteen and with my childish boyfriends out of the way, I was prepared to concentrate on my father. I didn't wake up one day saying to myself, 'I'm going to seduce my Dad today.' It was a gradual thing. I didn't have a plan, or agenda, or whatever you want to call it. I simply paid attention to opportunities that arose for me to flirt with him and win his favor.

I didn't go straight to college out of high school. That would happen a couple years later. So, I lived at home and worked at the small business my father owned. That meant we saw a lot of each other. I determined early on this was either going to be a good thing for me or it would end any chance I had of having a relationship with him. It turned out being a very good thing.

I worked in the offices of his business and never interacted with the customers, so I could wear pretty much anything I wanted. Sometimes it was jeans; sometimes a skirt and blouse; sometimes a summery dress. The first time I remember purposely seeking a reaction from him was a day I wore a blouse and short skirt. I think I've got nice-looking legs. Short, but nice. And if I leave an extra button unbuttoned on the blouse, I can show adequate cleavage.

With no evil intention in mind except to surprise him, I went into Dad's office while he was out, sat on the edge of his desk with my legs crossed and waited. He entered and stood frozen in place for an instant when he saw me. Then he closed the door and walked around to his chair, unable to conceal his inspection of me from head to toe.

I was sitting on a side of the desk, not facing him. We chatted for a few minutes while he shuffled papers and then I turned so that I faced him, still off to the side of his chair. It gave him a pretty good view of my legs, well up my thighs under the short skirt, and he looked truly uncomfortable in his efforts not to stare.

That's when I saw it for the first time. A bulge in his pants at the crotch. I wanted to shout out 'Yes!' in my excitement. The power I felt at that instant was intoxicating and already my mind was plotting the next step, an important threshold to cross in my bond with Dad. From that moment forward, I DID have evil intentions in mind.

I didn't do anything during that visit. I wasn't sure how long we'd be alone and I hadn't really expected to see signs of an erection, so as much as I wanted to jump in his lap, I left the office happy and horny.

However, at the end of the day when all the employees had left and I went to Dad's office to prepare for the ride home, everything changed.

He was finishing up his work when I walked in and closed the door. I stood behind him as he sat and massaged his neck and shoulders while we talked. He seemed to be a little anxious about something. I walked to a small window that looked out onto some fields and when I turned back around, Dad was right next to me.

I must have shown my surprise because Dad said, "Sorry, hon."

"It's alright," I said. "I didn't hear you."

He was looking at the opening in my blouse and stepped even closer. I actually had to lean back so we didn't touch.

"I thought I'd repay you for the massage."

"Oh, you don't have to, Dad. I enjoy giving them to you."

I felt my back contact the wall behind me. Dad hovered over me for a second. He tilted his face down to mine and pressed against me. He put his lips on mine and we exchanged a short, nondescript kiss. Then he did it again with his tongue separating my lips. His body pushed against me and our tongues met.

Then I felt it. Just above my pussy. His hard cock was wedged between us and Dad was unmistakably rubbing it on me as the kiss became more passionate. My mind was a blur with thoughts and emotions. I had wanted this; solicited it in actions and what I wore. Now what was I to do?

Dad answered it for me. He took one of my hands and put it on the front of his pants.

"Touch it, Traci. Feel what you do to me."

I put my palm on his erection. It felt huge to me compared to my boyfriends. I heard him sigh and I pressed harder.

"Oh, yes. Just like that, honey."

He kissed my cheeks and chin. Then he was kissing and licking my neck, his cock seeming to grow even harder under my hand. Soon, his lips were inside the top of my blouse. Dad's hands rose up to my breasts and lightly touched them through my shirt.

No words were spoken when he opened one more button of my blouse. Now he could kiss the insides of both breasts. I clutched at his cock and pulled on it in my ever-increasing lust. But he was in control and his actions became more desperate as he hastily yanked my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it all the way down.

His hands were inside, grasping at my tits and pushing my silky bra from side to side. I knew not to speak. His nervousness before was because he realized he was going to do this. If I stopped him now we'd probably never have another chance. If he wanted to dominate me this first time, so be it.

"Take it off," he murmured.

I slipped off the blouse and tossed it aside. He instantly had my bra unhooked and was pulling it off with his mouth already on my tit. I moaned out loud from the incredible sensation of his tongue on my nipple and his lips compressing nearly all of my tit. He sucked and nibbled and bit softly until I thought I'd cum.

I found myself fumbling with his belt. Without ever losing contact with my tits, he undid it himself and opened his pants. I pulled down the zipper and eagerly sought out his rigid cock. It was warm and hard in my hand and I wondered for the first time just what he had in mind.

I thought I had a clue when his hands rose up the back of my thighs and onto my ass. His fingers slipped inside my panties and he gripped my ass with power, yet finesse. At that point I was sure we would fuck.

But then he was pushing down on my shoulders.

"On your knees, Traci," he ordered. "Take out my cock."

I pushed down his pants and shorts to finally expose his huge cock. I looked at it with more desire than I could ever remember looking at a cock.

"In your mouth, hon. I want to feel your lips around it."

I was able to lick it a couple times before he put his hands on the back of my head and forcibly drove the cock between my lips. It might not have been the most romantic first time for us, but we were both so God damned horny it didn't matter.

Dad fucked my face like he'd never had sex before. I held him by the ass and readily accepted every frantic thrust. I clamped down on him with my lips and let him slide across my tongue for the next couple minutes.

The first sweet taste of his precum warned me even more than his frenzied grunts and groans that he was ready to cum.

"That's it, baby. Harder! Suck me harder!"

After that, all I heard was an unrecognizable growl.

His fingers gripped my hair. And he came.

Years and years of his apparent desire for me flowed out now in rivers of cum. Each thrust delivered more until I couldn't keep up. It leaked out of my mouth and onto my chin. I waited for his cock to lose its stiffness and it never happened. Dad moaned just as loud almost a minute later, but instead of shots of cum I was getting a trickle. Then he was done.

Dad leaned against the wall and I sucked him clean. A stream of cum covered one of my nipples. Only when he withdrew was he finally half erect.

He helped me up and cleaned my face. He looked at me and meekly said, "Thanks, honey."

We kissed.

***

So my first episode with Dad was somewhat of an unexpected use of me that left me pleased, but unfulfilled. It was a start.

About a week later, we had an opportunity to try it again. But this time I wasn't going to allow my tense father to dictate the terms and conditions. He could probably get a blowjob from any woman at work any time he wanted. I was his daughter and I deserved better. Actually, he did, too. And I intended to give it to him.

It was a rare weekend that BOTH my Mom and brother were out of town overnight with friends. I never did determine if Dad had the same thoughts in mind as me, but I suspect he did. Still, I wasn't taking any chances.

All day on that Saturday I wore the sexiest shorts and t-shirt, without a bra, that I owned. It was a blatant display of skin with only one goal in mind. Yes, I was quite sure I saw that familiar bulge in his pants long before I acted upon it. I let him suffer during the day making certain that I was seldom out of his view.

It was after dinner and Dad was sitting on the back porch. A few years later we would have done it right on the porch, but this time I said to him, "Hey, Dad. Come in here for a minute, OK?"

He didn't seem pleased to leave his beer behind, but once inside the door I took his hand and led him down the hall towards my parents' bedroom. I closed the door behind us and saw the puzzled, apprehensive look on his face. He had to know at that point the time had come.

"Get undressed," I said calmly.

Nobody was going to tear off anybody's clothes this time. He was either going to listen and perform, or I would walk out. He took off his shoes and socks, then lifted his shirt over his head. I had always loved his chest with the hint of hair and flat, firm stomach. He was not a body builder by any stretch of the imagination, but looked so good for his age.

Before he got to his shorts I slipped a hand inside my own pants for effect. I made it obvious I was rubbing my clit and pussy for him. By the time he was bending over to remove the last of his clothes, he was almost erect.

"Get harder," I said. "Play with yourself, Dad."

He timidly reached for his cock. As soon as he had it in his palm, I kept one hand in my shorts and put the other inside my shirt. Now he didn't need instructions. He masturbated while I played with my clit and tits, showing him more and more with each passing minute but never letting him see it all. The head of his cock turned bright pink and the veins in his cock a dark purple. He was as hard as ever.

"Lay down."

He got on the bed, never taking his eyes off me or his hand off his cock. I put on a show for another minute or two, squirming under the attention of my hands and whimpering as my lust grew. I let him hear me pant as I got closer and closer to cumming.

But this was going to be more than a mutual masturbation session. I finally lifted my shirt, taunting him with every inch of new skin that I exposed. My nipples were long and hard. My tits flushed from stimulation. I played with them; pushed them up with both hands; squeezed them against my chest and pulled on the nipples.

I saw him slow his masturbation. He was close, too. He would have to wait...for me.

My hand dipped back down inside my shorts. He could just barely see the top of the thin strip of hair above my clit. I pushed the shorts lower. My hips and the top of my ass now showed. Only the tips of my fingers were covered in the front. I exposed a little more. Then I let the shorts fall down my legs.

I kicked them away and stood naked in front of my father. He was only pulling on his cock every few seconds, intent on staring at me and not exploding in a geyser of cum. I slowly turned around and gave him a prolonged view of my ass before facing him once more.

So many possibilities flew through my head when I saw the desperate look on his face. I should have teased him even longer, but I kind of wanted to fuck about as much as he did, so I climbed onto the bed. I got between his legs and lingered there, staring down at his throbbing cock. I gradually leaned far enough over to allow him to put one of my tits in his mouth. I thought he would devour it.

I let my pussy massage his cock. Even with my tit in his mouth he moaned loudly with delight. My own moisture was enough to act as a lubricant for both of us. The more he gnawed on my nipples the wetter I got and the harder I rubbed against his erection.

"Oh God, Traci. I need you. Let me fuck you," he begged.

I smiled. "When I say so, Dad."

I lifted my pussy so that I wasn't masturbating him anymore and I saw the frustration on his face.

"Traci!"

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to fuck you, Traci."

I lowered myself once more but only enough to make light contact.

"Beg for it, Dad."

"God, Traci. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please let me fuck you...before I cum."

I leaned down and kissed him.

"Put it in me Dad," I told him.

His hand was on his cock so fast I barely had time to lean up and give him access to my pussy again. I felt the head move into place. Dad's hands moved to my ass. And with a wide grin on my face, I sank onto his stiff shaft.

We both had to take in a breath at the unbelievable sensation of his thick cock spreading my lips apart and disappearing into my wet, warm cunt. Then I began to move, and he began to match my movements with his thrusts. We were fucking each other and I'm not sure either of us believed it.

Dad played with my tits and I continuously sought out the best angle to apply more pressure on his cock. If we had stayed like that for hours it would have been fine with both of us. Soon, Dad was holding me tighter and we were half rolling over, changing positions, hugging each other, and simply seeing how many different ways we could fuck without ever having him come out of me.

He was on top. Then me. He licked my tits and I did his. Our legs intertwined. We kissed...a lot.

Then he had a finger on my clit and I cried, "Oh yes! There! Harder!"

I was on top. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and gasped, knowing I was about to cum.

"Daddy. Yes! Yes! I'm almost...oh God. Now!"

I came in torrents. Each orgasm sent a flash of electricity through my body that ignited a new one. My pussy had never felt like that before and Dad just kept pounding me with that incredible cock. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I was aware that he also had started to cum. My cunt was filled with both of our juices and I barely felt his cock still sliding in and out, all the way up to his balls.

I managed to let him finish before falling into my father's arms, his cock motionless inside me. We were beside each other in an embrace when he started to fuck me again. Many minutes went past in ecstasy before we both somehow found it in us to orgasm again. My God it was wonderful.

***

Dad and I found time for each other pretty regularly from that point forward. I never asked my brother Andy if he knew, or suspected. It wasn't something I necessarily wanted to talk to him about and I was also worried that he might be jealous or something. I never had any indication that he was, until...

Every time I think back to that day I have to get my vibrator out and lock the door. I'm not sure I can tell you without having to take a break in the middle, but here goes.

Andy's a really good looking guy and being a few years older than me I guess I had a crush on him at some point in my early childhood. At nineteen, I was past the early teen years of never wanting to be around him and I began to see him as a man. Well, OK. As a sex object.

He had never given any signs of seeing me in the same light, other than the predictable leers whenever I wore a bikini or one of the outfits I put on more for Dad's benefit than Andy's. We had never touched each other in a sensual way. I felt completely safe around Andy.

I think that's what made what he did to me even more exciting.

I was in the basement one day looking for something in the finished rec room we had. It was just me and Andy in the house, which was fairly common. I heard the basement door close at the top of the steps, but didn't think too much about it at the time. I couldn't actually see the steps and didn't hear anything else after the door closed.

I searched unsuccessfully for another minute or two, then turned to head back upstairs. Suddenly, it was pitch black. I shrieked with surprise and took another step towards the doorway out of the rec room. I heard a shuffle beside me and then a hand was across my mouth and somebody was behind me.

"Don't scream, sis. I won't hurt you."

It was Andy and I became a little mad, instead of scared. I struggled against his grip.

"Calm down," he ordered.

When he removed his hand from my face, I said, "What the fuck are you doing, Andy?"

He stayed behind me and wouldn't let me turn to face him.

"We need to talk," he said coolly.

"About what."

"About you and Dad."

I felt my heart nearly stop, then begin to thump inside my chest.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I know what you're doing. I heard you the other night when Mom was out of town."

I wouldn't admit anything as long as I could help it. But if Andy was guessing and just trying to make me confess, he was doing a great job.

"You are fucking crazy, Andy. I've never...," I began to say.

He leaned against my ear and said softly, "When I heard you in there I managed to get the door open just a crack. You really should lock the door, Traci. I saw you strip for him. I saw you take off his shorts and give him a blowjob before getting into the bed."

His hand moved to my chest and rested on top of my right breast, with only my thin t-shirt separating his fingers from my tit. He rubbed the nipple.

"I saw you straddle him and let him suck on your tit before you fucked him, Traci. I watched while you..."

"OK," I said fearfully. "OK. So you saw us."

He had to feel my erect nipples as he played with both tits. But he couldn't feel the heat coming from my pussy...until one hand slid inside my running shorts. I seldom don't wear panties, but he chose one of those times to imprison me in our own basement.

"Yes, I did," he said. "And lots of things have been going through my mind, Traci."

As he massaged my pussy, I felt for the first time his cock against my ass.

"I'm a little distressed that you went to him first. I mean, you must have been doing this kind of stuff with him for a while now and you've never even kissed me, Traci. What is it about me you don't like?"

I was wet and his fingers spread the moisture over my clit until I squirmed in his arms.




My Story



"Nothing, Andy. There's nothing about you," I said. "It's just that Dad and I work together, you know, and I wanted him to, um, like me better and, well, I...I..."

"You what?" Andy asked. "Tell me how it started, Traci."

"I can't. It's not right what we're doing, I know that, and besides, I don't think you need to know everything I do," I said nervously.

"But I do, Traci. Because if you don't tell ME, I'm going to have to go to Mom and let her know."

"No! Andy! You can't!"

He stroked me a little harder.

"Then let's hear it, Traci. Tell me what you did to Dad to make him want to fuck you all the time. Otherwise..."

"OK. OK. All I wanted was for Dad to pay attention to me," I said between pauses to catch my breath from Andy's masturbation of me. "I would go into his office at work and...and...at first I just thought I'd get him hard and maybe...oh God, Andy, stop...and maybe give him a hand job or something. Jesus, Andy, you're going to make me..."

"Tell me everything," he demanded.

One hand was inside my shirt, clutching at my tit and pulling on the nipple. The other never stopped stroking me, except when one or two fingers were plunged inside my pussy.

"I let him touch me once or twice and I took out his cock. We never intended to...to...oh fuck, Andy, please stop."

"You fucked him in the office, didn't you, Traci?"

"No! We only...I just...ahhhhhh."

"When was the first time you fucked Dad, Traci. Tell me."

"Here. In the house. We were alone and...oh God. Oh God. Andy! Andy stop!"

But there was no stopping now. He made me cum in the darkness with one hand on my tit and the other thrusting fingers deeper and deeper inside my cunt. He'd rub my clit then return to the hot center of my hole. His hard cock was jammed between the cheeks of my ass and he pulled me back against him. I cried and cried with pleasure and needed him to hold me up by the time the last of many orgasms subsided.

"Very good, Traci. We've established you've been fucking Dad, and blowing him, for some time now," Andy said as he held me. "I think that's information Mom would just love to hear. Don't you?"

"Please. I'm begging you, Andy. Please don't."

"Are you ready to make a deal now?"

I sighed from exhaustion and defeat. "Yes. What do you want?"

"I'll show you."

He took my hand and led me out of the rec room and across to an unfinished area of the basement that was used mostly for storage of tools. My eyes had adjusted to the dark as much as possible and faint outlines of familiar objects were visible. We stopped and I heard Andy take something off a shelf.

The next thing I knew, I had a soft handcuff around one wrist.

"Hey!" I shouted.

He grabbed my other arm and I was unable to prevent the second cuff from snapping in place behind my back.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"It's part of the deal," Andy said, walking around in front of me. "If you don't want Mom to know, you gotta pay the price, Sis. You've been very, very bad and punishment is called for. But don't worry. I'm thinking this won't hurt you and if I know you well enough by now, you might even enjoy it, in a weird sort of way."

He ran both hands over my breasts, on top of my shirt. He alternately pressed them, squeezed them, cupped them in his palms, and traced them with his fingers.

"We need some light now," he said quietly.

He flicked on a low-powered fluorescent light above one of the benches that barely let us see our surroundings. The effect was to actually add to my apprehension, now that Andy could see me better. I had no idea what his plans were yet, but I knew I felt a little more secure when all he could do was touch me in the dark.

"When you fuck Dad, is it usually light or dark?" he asked with a sly grin on his face.

I shrugged.

"Tell me, Traci. You're in no position to disobey me."

"Light."

"Really? Because you want him to see your gorgeous little body?"

I didn't answer.

"Well, I'd want to see it, Traci."

He reached onto the nearest workbench and grabbed something I couldn't make out. Then I heard a click and the blade of a knife shot out from his hand. He came closer.

"No. Don't," I pleaded.

"Don't worry. I'll buy you a replacement," Andy said as he brought the knife up to the middle of my shirt.

Holding the shirt at the bottom, he pushed the tip of the blade through the material just below my tits. The he cut upward to the neckline while I stood frozen in place listening to the ripping of the cloth. He put the knife away, grabbed both sides of my torn shirt, and yanked it apart so that it split all the way down.

Andy let the shirt hang loose for a moment while he looked at the exposed portion of my breasts and stomach. He put his fingers on my skin and ran them up and down my body, gently touching nearly every inch. Then he pushed the shirt apart, pulled it off my shoulders and let it gather at my hands behind me. Andy walked around and quickly ripped it apart until he could remove it completely.

He came back around and stared at me in the dim light.

"Very nice. Who could resist," he said scarcely above a whisper.

With my hands cuffed behind me, the breasts were pulled back a little but still left plenty for my brother to sample. His tongue and lips were gentle. He sucked on them until I felt my pussy respond. Then his hands were inside my shorts again, grasping my ass and squeezing my cheeks. Our bodies met and I felt his erection once again through his shorts.

"But Dad wasn't satisfied with just your tits and maybe a blowjob," Andy said. "He had felt how hot you got, didn't he Traci? He felt it in your pussy. He knew how horny you got around a man. Any man."

Andy abruptly leaned into me and began a long, hard, sensuous kiss that I returned without opposition. Dad could really fuck and knew how to eat me the way I like, but Andy was clearly the better kisser. I wanted desperately to put my arms around him, and maybe the fact I couldn't increased the desire I was feeling. I was almost ready to submit to him, as if I had a choice.

He kissed his way down my body. He got to the top of my shorts and pushed them halfway down my thighs. He kissed all around my pussy, but only once did he lightly touch my clit with his lips. Instead, he took off my shorts and stood up.

"Turn around."

I was taking the orders this time and somewhat eagerly complied. Andy traced all around my cheeks and up the crack of my ass. Again, he avoided my aching pussy.

I heard something, followed by the opening of the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists while Andy faced me again.

"You're not done yet, sis. Far from it."

He took me across the room into a corner never used for anything that I could ever remember. But when we got there, I saw the ropes hanging from the roof. Before I could do or say anything, Andy had both of my wrists tightly secured in the loops and pulled above my head. I protested without comment from my brother. Only when he stepped back to admire me did he explain.

"You wouldn't come to me voluntarily, Traci, the way you did for Dad. You never gave a sign that you wanted me. You never came into MY bedroom at night to strip and fuck me."

"Don't be mad, Andy. I..."

"Oh, I'm not mad. I'm getting even. I'm getting my share. And like I said before, Traci, if you just relax you might even get some pleasure from it. We're going to take our time. Explore some things, as it were. We're going to experiment, Traci."

It was an eerie setting with the faint glow of the single fluorescent light not quite providing enough illumination to call it a normally lit room. Yet, it wasn't dark. Andy and I saw each other fine. But the edges were rough, so to speak, and he seemed to move like a ghost. I watched him take his hands and run them all the way down my body, from the tops of my arms, past my shoulders, down to my legs and back up, making sure to contact new portions of skin on each trip. I wasn't uncomfortable in the ropes and my arms weren't pulled too tightly. But if he kept me like that for too long, I knew I'd begin to feel it.

So, I was rather pleased when he started to undress. He got down to just his underwear and I could make out the outline of his cock. Andy paused at that point and I looked up at his face. Then he got naked.

Despite the dimness, or perhaps enhanced by it, the sight of his half erect cock—its length and thickness—was impressive. It was obvious he could grow much bigger and my pussy responded.

Andy came up to me and pressed his body to mine, holding me in place with both hands.

"I would give anything to fuck you right now, Traci," he said. "Do you feel how hard I'm getting?"

I nodded. He ground his cock against my lower stomach.

"But you're such a tease. You teased Dad. You seduced him and made him beg you to fuck him. It's going to be the same this time, little sister. But you're the one that's going to beg. You won't be able to touch me. Or yourself. So you're going to beg me to make you cum. And you won't care how I do it, Traci."

When he finally backed away, his cock pointed up like a pole. A very large pole. I shuddered at the thought of him inside me, for both the good and bad possibilities it presented.

But he had moved behind me and I couldn't see what he was doing. I heard a drawer open and close. Then Andy was in view...with something in his hand. It was unclear at first until he brought it close to my face. I gasped.

"How did you...where did you get that?" I asked in a panic.

"Where else would a woman keep a dildo, Traci. I searched your drawers earlier today and brought it down here."

He moved his hand up and down the long, thick shaft, stopping to feel the various ridges and bumps in more detail.

"It's really magnificent," he said. "You must be very disappointed with a regular old cock after this thing. I shouldn't spoil you with it before I...well, before you find out what I have in mind."

Andy slowly swiped the dildo across one of my tits. Then the other. He made sure the ridges scraped across my nipples and he smiled at my involuntary quiver. At that point I wasn't sure what was bigger: Andy's real hard-on or the plastic one in his hand. I just knew I needed one of them.

But Andy wasn't about to indulge me that quickly. He watched my nipples grow larger and a much brighter pink. Then he tortured me with licking and soft bites with his lips and teeth. I twisted my arms in all directions in a futile attempt to escape the ropes. From the look on Andy's face, he really enjoyed my squirming. He tried his best to put my entire tit in his mouth and I was wishing he could.

Meanwhile, he moved the dildo between my legs. So now I had his cock hitting me when he moved and the dildo grazing the edges of my pussy.

"Which shall it be?" Andy asked me. "The toy you rely on most often or the real thing? Tell me, Traci."

He moved the dildo so that it was now rubbing the entire length of my pussy, including the clit that he and I both knew would ultimate decide when I came.

"Either one. I don't care," I replied in a shaky voice.

"Oh, I think you DO care, sis. I think it does make a difference to you. Tell me you want me."

I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and shook my head slowly.

He increased the pressure and speed of his stroking. Andy tilted the tip of the dildo so that it threatened to enter me and I tried to pull my body away. He followed every move I made. Then he moved his hand and positioned the dildo in a way that a simple push would put it inside me.

"Don't be satisfied with a lifeless piece of plastic, Traci. You can have that anytime. I'm ready to fuck you until you scream. Tell me which you want, Traci."

He pushed the tip into me. My pussy began to spread, but he stopped after about an inch. I was almost ready to accept it all.

"I know what the problem is," Andy suddenly said, pulling the dildo away.

He walked behind me and I twitched in surprise at the feel of hard plastic against my ass. Andy slid it up and down my crack before letting it once again torment my clit.

"THIS is what you prefer, isn't it? You're bored with the same old missionary stuff and would rather have it from behind. I can do that for you, Traci. Feel my cock?"

He pressed his cock onto my cheeks.

"You can have that. You can have it from behind, pounding into your ass or pussy for as long as you want."

He put the dildo back on my clit.

"Or you can have this shoved inside you and let the ridges wreak havoc on your pussy."

His free hand grabbed my tit.

"Tell me, Traci. Tell me what you want."

"I want my arms free, Andy," I whimpered.

"Nope. Not quite yet. Not until you beg me to fuck you."

I heard him moving behind me and then he was back. But both hands were free and were clutching at my breasts. His cock was between my legs.

"Spread 'em, Traci. Wider."

I obeyed. He gripped me by the hips and pulled.

"Bend over."

The ropes only allowed me to bend slightly at the waist with my ass pointed back at Andy. His cock rubbed against my pussy and clit at a better angle and I exhaled noisily at the feeling.

Andy rocked back and forth so that his cock acted like a huge finger on my clit. I moaned. He kept it up and I was sure he could hear my uneven breathing.

"Beg, Traci. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Say you want to cum and I'll do it."

I didn't say a word but my body was answering for me. Andy moved his cock to the entrance to my cunt and let the head rest there. He held my body still.

"Tell me!"

"No. Not until you let me out of the ropes."

One of his hands was on my clit. He massaged it roughly and I cried out in frantic need.

"Andy! Stop. I...I..."

"What, Traci? You what? Beg me, Traci."

His cock was a little farther in than the dildo was earlier. I wanted it all. I needed it all inside me.

"I can't. Not with my brother. I...can't."

"Yes you can. You do with your father. Say it, Traci. Say it!"

He was going to make me cum and I needed his cock. I thought I'd lose my mind if he didn't...

"Oh my God, Andy. Do it. Now!"

"Do what?!"

"Fuck me, Andy. Please. Fuck me right now before I cum."

He didn't say anything. He pulled me back, made sure his cock was in place, and drove it into me almost violently. But it was fantastic. I was SO wet and he was so hard it felt unbelievable. I heard his grunts with each thrust and he had to know from my moans that I loved every minute of it.

The sound of our bodies coming together repeatedly echoed throughout the basement.

"C'mon, Traci," I heard him mumble.

"Harder. Harder, Andy," I replied breathlessly.

We just made sounds after that. Sounds of delight the closer we got. He never had to touch my clit again and I didn't have to tell him when it was time. My body gave it away when I came.

I pulled on the ropes to help release the full force of the orgasm. I felt my pussy tighten around Andy's cock and then relax. Then another surge followed by a moment of rest. Over and over I came as he fucked me faster.

He had been urging me on so much that I didn't recognize when his pleadings changed to warnings of his own orgasm. Only when that first gush of semen flooded my cunt did I appreciate it. He rammed me more slowly, but with much more effort each time. And each time he released more cum. I tried to squeeze his cock as much as I could, but he seemed to be doing just fine. My ass felt like he had spanked me a hundred times by the time he stopped and just held me, still inside me.

"Wow," I murmured.

He kissed my neck.

I asked, "If you let me down now I'll let you rest a few minutes."

"And then?"

"Let me down and you'll find out."

Ten minutes later, as I kneeled in front of my brother, I gave him the best blowjob of his life. Somehow, my tits ended up covered in cum I didn't think he had. Thinking back, I should have made him beg for it.

So that's how I started fucking my Dad and brother. We haven't stopped yet, although it's not as frequent as before. It's better because of that, I believe.

Oh, did I ever tell you about me and Mom?



My Story



My name is Helena. What I am about to describe, my story, began with a one night stand, an explosive one. Much more happened after that and is still happening. I don't know where it will all end and no longer care. I abandoned the notion of limits, because they seem to present themselves only to be immediately abandoned. How long ago was it? Could not tell, I only know that the memories of that night still dance in my mind and burn my body, because of the monster it woke up.

One of those days, when boredom sets in from the opening of the eyes to not let go, making minutes feel like hours, a day that dragged on making me feel like a hostage brought a night that urged me out of the cave. Following the cue, I made up my mind to go out and try to shake off this Friday that felt more like a cloudy rainy Monday. I set for the usual club, one where I always went to, and went alone, because there I felt at home. No big plans: just wanted to listen to good music, drink a few drinks and relax. Being alone wasn't a big deal, it had become sort of the rule, as friends came and went.

Upon arriving I got my favourite drink and stood close to the stage, where one could have a better view of the band and enjoy those classic 70 and 80's rock songs. It was all going well up to the moment somebody just in front of me slipped and plunged onto me. I just felt that inadvertently had stepped on someone's foot. At first I was angry, as I hate being pushed; but got myself together right away and turned back to apologize.

There he was, looking at me ... He grinned and I apologized, he opened up a smile, bent to my ear and asked if I was alone, I just nodded. He stood there staring into my eyes and then my mouth and just like that, I was mesmerized ... Seconds later we were kissing. We kept on for a few minutes, no words needed, until he softly asked me if I wanted to get out from all that noise to have a talk. Again, I only nodded.

We went into his car and left without a destination, just wandering around the city. It was a warm peasant night with clear sky. The conversation flowed easily, but at every traffic light we closed in to kiss madly. Before I knew we were parked by one of the city parks, everything was silent and deserted. The kissing resumed and intensified, and soon I felt his hand touching my breasts, I felt my nipple pinched between his fingers. He pulled me to his lap. His hands roamed over my body and I could just feel his fingers finding my pussy and all my lust within. He dipped his fingers in me, and pulled a groan out of me. He whisked his fingers out of my cunt and into my mouth, and with the same steady gentle voice whispered in my ear: "feel your taste and be my bitch tonight." My body screamed along, so horny that I was and again I could only answer with a nod. On the backseat of his car, he lifted up my legs to his shoulders and quickly I was feeling him inside. I could not restrain myself and groaned loudly, to what he slapped my face, staring at me. He started fucking me rough, and in between bites, kisses and slaps I felt him ever more deeply inside. My breasts were greedily sucked and I was delirious with excitement.

Abruptly he turned me over with my back to him and pulled up my hips. He kissed my back gently, but then I felt the weight of his hand on my ass - I loved the contrast between softness and brutality. Again he broke in inside me, with stronger and perfect strokes. I felt ripped apart and invaded: holding me tight by the hair, saying things to me ... he made me feel a whore. So we kept on for a long time ... I felt exhausted when he in another whisper in my ear said, "you will taste my juice mixed up with yours." Without hesitation I knelt on the floor of the front seat and started sucking him, in the beginning calm and slowly, getting to know every inch, but then wolfed it up with eagerness as he led me on, holding me down by the hair, fucking my mouth hard, sticking it up to my throat and bringing tears to my eyes. Every cry was met with ever more face slapping. After a few amazing minutes savouring him, I could finally hear him moan and have the sweet feeling of his cum running down my throat.

Recovered, he hugged me, patted me and said almost in a whisper: "Time for my bitch to be rewarded." Lying exhausted, I could feel his mouth on my pussy exploring every bit with his tongue, his fingers soaked in, until, in a near despair crying groan, I released it all in shameless spasms. We stood still for some time, trying to recover, when we realized that it was already dawn and there were people around stretching and jogging all through the park, and we were both bare naked. We put on our clothes and left. Before saying goodbye, I got my guts and asked him if I had been the bitch he wanted me to be; he smiled ... I got out of the car without a phone number, just with a name: "Victor" and an answer: "much better than I could hope for". That was enough for me, because I was drained out from that night ride.

Some time later, months to be exact, my night of mind-blowing sex was still present in my memories. I could remember every detail and I was still trying to accept that memories were all I had.

Another weekend and I set myself to the usual night out. Same bar, same friends and same drink. The evening followed its normal course, a little boring to say the least when I decided to go outside for a smoke. While having a puff, standing there I felt someone watching me, I turned to see him standing there, also smoking. He was far enough so I could pretend not to have seen him. My mind was boiling, him, I felt my body responding to all the images of that night. I finished my cigarette and passed by him, still pretending obliviousness. I went back into the bar and tried to act naturally and be indifferent to his presence. Again I could feel him watching me and it made me crazy, I could already feel my panties getting wet.

Suddenly his hands were on my waist and the whispered "hello" makes me shiver. I replied and without much further ado we were kissing again. He soon asked me out of all that cacophony. We got into a taxi and went to his apartment. During the trip I could feel his hand running through my thigh closing in to my pussy, I had mixed emotions, excitement and fear, fear that the driver would notice how vulnerable I was. We entered the building and I knew the way up to number 14 would be filled up with hot making out. Still inside the lift he pulled up my dress and got me moaning with his fingers deep inside of me. We got into the apartment and he led me straight to the bedroom. I got inside. He locked the door, hid the key and, smiling, said: "no escaping now my little cunt." He undressed me harshly, holding me down by the hair to kneel before him. With a slap to my face he commanded me to blow him and make it as good as I had at that night. I promptly obeyed running the tip of my tongue once again over every inch of that cock, then sucked it earnestly. He throat fucked me again bursting tears from my eyes at each stroke. Every time I made to stop I got a slap on my face, so much so that already my threats became deliberate just so I would keep on being tormented with that heavy hand that made me so horny. When satisfied he threw me face down on the bed and I got to feel him inside of me. At every thrust I raved on and on, I kept on groaning and mumbling only.

All of a sudden he pulls up my hips, leaving my legs apart and wide open fully exposed. I was expecting even stronger thrusts when I am surprised by his tongue exploring my pussy, deliriously; snaking inside he invaded me with his tongue. Enraptured with all I was surprised once again: his tongue was now exploring my ass, and I felt it on my butthole; it was a mixture of novelty and sexual frenzy. I moaned louder and he broke into my bunghole; then I heard him say, softly as always: "today, like the good little cunt you are, you're gonna give me your ass." This time I was resistant and shook my head, but simply with a look and barely a word he overcame me. I felt him slowly coming in, my sensitive snugly ass holding on to his cock and then breaking out. I could feel him moan and after many thrusts, much slapping and pulling of my hair we both came, he buried in me and I on the tip of his fingers.

The night went on with even more lasting orgasms until we fell asleep. Waking up, still without any sense of time, I decided to awake him in an unusual way. I crawled under the duvet and started giving him head. Still sleepy, he just relaxed and gently fondled my hair. After a good few minutes I could feel his milky jet in my mouth and, as a breakfast starter, I gulped every little drop. Once again we parted without exchanging phone numbers, we did not need ties or links; we lived the nights as they were given us. I never met him again.

But he made an impression in the story of my life, my dear pioneer of my salacious nature, he left me something valuable: this self discovery, that I could not be fully satisfied if not by the voraciousness of the wolf, without claws over my skin. I found out that I wanted to be the lamb and my search was just beginning. I did not know by then, however, how far this conscious insanity would take me.



My Story (Becoming Not Straight)



I remember my first time with a girl, I had met her through a friend and it was nice, but I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. It was always like that. I had a lot of trouble in high school "hooking up" with girls. I also remember another night when I felt like I was stuck going to a dance with this girl - disastrous night; long story short, I was very uncomfortable all the time trying to fit in and date like everyone else. There was always something wrong with me, or at least I thought, that was until I was 21 and had a night I will never forget. 

I entered a time in my life that should have been very fruitful but I was fucking it all up. Picture this: I'm 21, living on the beach in south Florida, hanging out in a cool bungalow I rented with my older brother and his girlfriend, had a good crew of young, crazy, cool, and fucked up friends. We frequently hit the Fort Lauderdale scene, the South Beach (Miami) scene, and having another brother that lived a short road trip away in Key West, we hit that scene too...fuck I had it all...or I should have had it all...and for nearly two years of living that kind of life my grand total of fucks, sucks, macks, or any other kinds of action was zero. I was struggling. I tried to date, but it felt as uncomfortable and unnatural as ever. I really thought eventually I would have a break through and get over the awkwardness of it all; little did I know I would, just not in quite the way I expected. There's a bit of a story to this; I'll explain. 

I ended up at a club one night with a gay friend of mine when he saw an ex-boyfriend or just some guy he knew - there was definitely a past between the two of them - so he gets visibly uncomfortable and asked if I could just hold hands with him and pretend that we're together. Okay, no problem, help the guy out. Fast forward to a while later when the same guy ends up coming over to us while we're sitting in an outdoor patio area; he was with some friends and they were all being dicks. He ended up asking if we were with each other and my friend said yes. I guy asking was kind of being an asshole to us, so I went with it, again, no problem, help a guy out. He didn't seem convinced so I leaned over and gave my friend a peck, nothing more, nothing less. Seeming satisfied or maybe unsatisfied that he couldn't get under my friend's skin, he went away. My friend thn turned to me and said he was surprised I would stick up for him like that, or more accurately, in that way. It really wasn't a problem and I told him that. Done, end of story right? Well not quite. 

We ended up getting a couple more drinks, relaxing, and this is where my recollection is a little fuzzy. I don't remember our conversation or the timing of it all or anything, but I'll try my best. 

At some point we ended up in another outdoor area that had a cool lounge vibe to it. We're chilling with a couple of drinks and my friend notices a drag queen sitting alone at a table. I forget why the drag queen was even important; I think my friend wanted a glow necklace that apparently the queen gave out during her act. Being shy, he didn't want to ask for one himself so I took the lead and went over. We talked and I found out she came to the club on the wrong night and therefore didn't in fact have a show that evening. I asked politely for a glow necklace and she gave me one. I think I complimented how nice she looked and I may have even given her a little kiss. Finished with my business and mission accomplished, I went back to me friend and gave him his new necklace. 

You probably thinking that for a supposedly straight guy I was teetering the line, and maybe I was. I don't know when, but at some point things began to change for me. It may have been there, a little later, when we held hands, but I think it was even earlier. 

I left out the details of how we ended up at the club together, so long story short; we were out as a group earlier that evening at the very same club and everyone wanted to go home early, I didn't feel like ending the night that soon and when all of us drove back to my place and the others made plans to head home, I was thinking I wanted to head out again. I thought two or three of them would be up for heading back out, but in the end it came down to just me and the one guy that I ended up going out with. If I recall the ball was set in motion by that point, because I remember being a bit excited at the opportunity to go back to either that club or another gay club with only this guy. I don't recall how much I felt it or specifically what I felt, but I definitely was feeling a bit dizzy with excitement about it being just the two of us hitting the gay scene. Was there someone (me) in my closet? Did I even have a closet? Let's get back to the story. 

A while later, we were back inside the main club at this point, my friend, again being shy, or coy, or maybe he was working me at this point; the more time I have to reflect on it I really do think he was working me. And you know what? No big deal. I think I wanted to be worked. In fact I hope he was for a couple reasons. For one, it means that he was more of a player and less shy and helpless then I originally thought - good for him, and secondly, if he was working me it was because he was attracted to me and wanted me - good for me. Any way, we're back in the club and apparently we just missed a show of male dancers and they were giving out CDs and other stuff. Disappointed, or maybe he was working me more, he asked if I would go over and see if one of the dancers had any left over stuff to give away. He didn't and I went away, but not before complimented him too, by telling him he was cute and giving him a kiss. 

There I was with my gay friend, in a gay club (a dance club that although was gay, was very straight friendly), I'd walked around holding my friend's hand pretending to be his boyfriend, even given him a kiss, I'd flirted with a drag queen (giving her a kiss too), and I'd flirted with a mostly naked male dancer; where on earth was this going? Where ever it was I can honestly say that being there represented something that was a bit taboo for me, a source of arousal, and more importantly, I was at a place where I was stripped down to nothing, me naked so to speak. What I mean is that this was me without societal, family, or any traditional expectations as baggage. I was in a sense free to be myself and these were the choices I was making, the most honest me, and it was blazing a path that was taking me from the straight world into this new world, but I digress. 

Again, all the details and the timeline are not perfect, but by this time I was beginning to get aroused, excited, horny, nervous, a bunch of things. The important thing is that I was into it. I don't know what I thought was happening or where it would lead, and prior to that I had never had a homosexual thought or feeling, and I wasn't 

sure I was completely at that place yet, but I was feeling all those things I just mentioned and it was like a new drug. Looking back, I think it was the most erotic moment of my entire life. 

Back to the club, my friend, and me. We ended up dancing, standard dance floor separation that you do with friends or strangers. Slowly with each song we got closer and closer. The dancing and the music might have been fast, but we were definitely engaging in a slow dance with each other. So after a while we're pretty much friction dancing and I'm even grabbing his ass. That's when I started to want it. I was very close to the point of thinking, "I would go any where to fuck this guy." I don't know if you can imagine what going from not ever having an inkling of homosexuality to practically wanting to fuck this guy right there on the dance floor was doing to me, but there you have it. I had a full fledge boner at this point, pre-cum is already staining my underwear. This I remember. 

Was I gay? Maybe that's why I'd been so uncomfortable, awkward, and bad with women? Most of the time it had been in a sort of force manner, almost like it was against my will, so maybe this did mean I was gay. Or was I bisexual? It didn't really matter. I was 21 and would have fucked a signpost, so maybe that's all it was. Okay, probably there was more. 

We ended up sitting down for another drink, and I think this is when I breached the subject and told him I was hot and bothered in not so many words. If I recall he said he wasn't sure or didn't really believe me (working me again, now I'm sure of it), so he asked me to kiss him (just like he asked me to go along with it and hold his hand, and go along with it and pretend I'm his boyfriend, yeah, he was working me). He asked me to kiss him, but not a quick peck; I think he said, "I don't believe you. If you're into this then kiss me for a least 20 seconds." So I did, we did. I've always been a big fan of making out, and really what's the big difference? Making out is making out. Sure some people are better kissers than others, but generally making out is making out. So we made out, it was no big deal. He was a fine kisser. I was horny, loving it, and practically creaming my pants; I wanted to get out of there with him and jump his bones and I told him that. 

We made out some more and started thinking: your place, my place? He mentioned that he wished he was a little more prepared - he had some creams or something - looking back with a more experienced mind, he was probably taking about lubes, condoms, and that kind of thing. He didn't want to go back to his place (lived with his parents?) and I didn't want to go to mine (my brother and his girlfriend were there and I wasn't about to come out of the closet by waking them up via loud vigorous man on man sex), so we ended up finding a parking lot to "park". 

Details, details...basically I was bursting out of my pants with a giant hard on, which I told him about. I undid my fly, at his urging, took in out and he began giving me a handjob as we're still driving down the street. We found a place to park, Fort Lauderdale is not an easy place to find public alone time, and we continued. He's stroking me and then he's going down on me...I was so close to cumming, swimming in ecstasy. I may have been fondling him too by this time, but at some point he asked if I wanted to try going down on him. This is the only slightly disappointing part of the evening. I put my mouth around his cock and took as much of it in and tried to savior his manhood, but I really wasn't into this part of it. I sucked on his cock for about 10 or 20 seconds and it wasn't doing any thing for me. I say it's disappointing because I've gone down on a few more guys in my time and I really like it; sexually it's one my favorite things to do. I guess with everything so intense, sudden, and new, I wasn't ready yet. 

He continued, alternating between giving me a handjob and a blowjob until I was at the point of now return. He gave me a couple of last strokes and I came more intensely than I ever had before or since. I shot cum clear over my shoulder, onto the inside roof of the car, and into the back seat. He was in awe. I was too. Seriously, if it weren't for the ceiling of the car it would have gone six feet in the air. Now that was an orgasm! 

Alternative ending one: 

Since then things have changed for me. I've had sex with other men and with a couple of women too. I guess this makes me bisexual, but as I get older and feel more free to be who I want to be and who I am, I don't know. I think I'm just sexually fucked up. Most people would say it's confusion, I'm not so sure. Most straight people would tell me that I'm definitely gay and most gay people would probably tell me I gay too. I think it goes beyond confusion or being one or the other though. 

The facts are, and this will give you an idea of where I'm at: I'm still attracted to only woman physically, just looking at a guy does nothing for me. I see attractive woman everyday. Some are sexy, some cute, some hot, it doesn't have an end; but no guy has every caught my attention in that way at all - they're just guys. But the thought and opportunity to have sex with a man is a turn on for me. And maybe the difference is being desired. With women I don't often feel like they desire me, while most gay guys might not desire me, I do know that I can hang out in a gay bar and hook up, or I can go online and and hook up with a guy within an hour. So it could be that it's just the path of least resistance, but I know there's more to it. 

So a guess part of me is very much like the traditional role of women, I'm more comfortable being pursued. This whole male goes after female thing is out of my comfort zone and I'm pretty bad at it. So when I step into a gay bar I feel excited because I'm there to have guys hit on me, to get attention from them, like a straight women. I'm not implying that this makes me any less of a man; it's just how I'm wired. Let me give you some back-story of my wiring and what turns me on when I'm in need of release. 

I don't know if I was sexually abused we I was very young or not, I have my suspicions, but I can't prove it. I did have what some experts might consider peer on peer abuse. I don't remember how old I was, but I was pre-pubescent, maybe nine or ten, and it happened a few times. A friend of mine talked me into taking turns sucking each others dicks. We were so young I don't even know if we called it that, I think he just asked, "you want to take turns putting our dicks in each other's mouth?" Something like that. What matters is that we did this a few times, I couldn't even get hard yet I was so young. I then innocently asked my brother if he wanted to do it, he said no, told some of the kids around the neighborhood, and for a brief time the other kids called me dick-lick. My humiliation began. 

I think my friend was sexually abused and was acting out with me; I was an agreeable sort, so he knew to approach me. Hey, it happened, I don't have any bad feelings about it and I think my friend was just a confused and abused kid, and I happened to be there. No big deal, except whether abuse in my young life opened me up for him doing that with me, or whether abuse in his life or both helped precipitate it, it happened and it likely changed my sexual destiny. 

I really believe that most gay people are born that way (for lack of better words), but some are, and again for lack of better words, made that way. The way I see it is most gay men (I'll tackle just the man side of things now, but I'm sure lesbians are much the same) clearly have a different body chemistry going on; a little more estrogen, a little less testosterone, that kind of thing. Their body is different from a straight person in a way that naturally has them attracted to the same sex. Then there are people whose wiring may not have been to be homosexual at birth, but through experiences; i.e. abuse, trama, etc... have been rewired to find an attraction and an attachment to someone of the same sex, and this is where I believe I stand. Although like most people and most situations it's a little greyer than that. 

Here's a lark for you: I'm definitely physically attracted to women. I like to have sex with women, and I used to really pursue it; that has abated at bit in recent years, a little because of age (sex isn't everything to me any more - I'm looking more for companionship), and I had a pregnancy scare, which is not worth going into, but you can imagine under certain circumstances it can make a guy think twice about putting his dick in a woman. So there you have it: I'm attracted to women both physically and sexually, but you wouldn't believe what I masturbate to. Likely a function of my sexually frustrations, I more than dabbling in homosexuality, combined with too much Internet porn and the subsequence need to "up the anti" sexually; but I often masturbate to women who have flat chests or are hairy. What does this mean? Women who are flat in a way resemble a mans chest, but I'm not attracted to the bare torso of a man, just very flat, and believe me, the flatter the better. Sometimes that comes in the form of a very young flat girl and maybe there is something left over from my awkward teenage years there, but I can't say. And hairy, what's that all about? I'm not talking about having a big bush of pubes (which is fine), I like armpit hair and on a certain women leg hair isn't bad either. There is also my pension for lesbians; not the garden variety porn lesbians that most men jerk to, who are mostly just two very hot, heavily surgically enhanced, straight women who are getting paid to play a role. I'm attracted to real lesbians; ones with imperfections and a real and deep passion for other women. I just like gay, it's sexy. 

Let's take a step deeper into my sexual brain. You know what other kind of women I really like? Transsexuals; more specifically, pre-op transsexual (MTFs). That's right, women with dicks. When I get horny and the only way of release is masturbation, a beautiful woman with a nice cock does it for me. Fucked up enough for you? Imagine being me. 

What about guys? I already stated that I'm not physically attracted to guys, but am I sexually attracted to guys? Do I want to date and get in relationships with guys the way I do with women? That's a tough question to answer. For the most part I think no, but as always it's no with some grey area. The way I look at it, it is almost exclusively sexually, for my own sexually gratification. Don't get me wrong, if I'm hooking up with a guy I'm not a selfish lover, in fact my major turn-on when I'm with a guy is to make sure he gets off and is sexually satisfied. That's satisfaction enough for me. If he cums than I've done my job, I don't need to cum. I didn't yet mention that I've only been a bottom, and remember I do like to suck the cock 

(I've recently had some desires to be a top, but that's another story). I'm such a girl when it comes to being with a guy. I want the guy to take me, put his dick in me, and fuck me. I'm subservient to him (I know, another layer of my personal psyche that should be properly analyzed). But it's more than that, more than being like a "girl", I'm like a person that has been abused (recall my childhood friend and my suspicion of earlier abuse). I don't have the self-confidence and proper sense of self-worth to lead a sexually healthy gay or straight life, instead I need to be desired and I need to satisfy, and I think that's what having affairs with men is for me. I don't ever want to pass myself off as being a gay person; there are many gay men who are out and proud of it and I don't want them wasting their time with me. It's not fair, so the best I can do is be honest and declare myself as a bisexually man. As far as potential relationships with another man, I'm not entirely closed off to that, because I may not be attracted physically to men, I'm attracted to gay men and there might be more to it than just a sexual attraction. 

An update: I can say recently I've changed a bit again. I want to start dating men, normal stuff, dinners, movies, whatever; and hopefully someday I will have a boyfriend. This is a fairly new thought process for me, but there you have it again. 

So this is why I'm here and I'm sharing this story. I'm a guy whose kind of straight, kind of gay, and a whole lot more. You figure it out and tell me, because I don't know. And what does my future hold? Something else I haven't figured out yet; but if I had a choice, which I suppose I do, I want to have more sex across the board - more sex with women and a lot more with men. I want to have sex with a transgender female, with a women who doesn't shave, a man who I can be the top. I want to cross dress, look like a beautiful women and have an agreeable man take my cross dressing virginity. I would like to try fucking a guy who is dressed like a cute women. I would like to strip for a room full of horny guys and then go down on all of them. I want to have a threesome or group sex with both mixed genders and all male - especially all male. I'm really happy I've discovered what wonderful and great lovers men are, and okay I admit, guys have cute butts and I love everything about the male genitals...cocks, testicles...I want to kiss them and suck them all, even just looking at a fine cock makes me happy. As you can tell, I'm not done yet and I'm very much not straight.



My Story Begins



My story begins several years ago, Parts of the story has been added to help in keeping the story going. My wife was in her early 30s about 5' 110 pounds. Her body was fantastic, for bearing two kids. Her pussy was tight and I loved to look. We never had discussed doing anything like this that you're about to read. This happen in the late 80s, my wife Pam and I had been married for 15 years. I had gone to work, which I worked a shift that combines both second and third. Later that night I made an excuse that I was sick and went home. It was one of those early pre-summer nights when after a long winter you looked forward to these days. I guess I also had spring fever.

As I pulled into my driveway and entered the house my wife was very surprise to see me home. I could tell she was nervous about something. My wife had changed cloths since I went to work and was wearing a button up shirt and pair of loose shorts; similar to gym shorts. After a few minutes of prying the info out of her my question was answered. She had invited her sister's husband over, his wife been out of town visiting a friend for two weeks now. She felt sorry for him being alone this long and told me she wonted to try some pot that him and her sister used often. Knowing how I felt about it she thought it was better for me not to know. I was a bit mad and hurt at the same time. I went and sat down and turned the TV on trying to forget what my wife informed me of. She came in and sat down beside me cuddling next to me we started to kiss.

I moved my hand over her breast to discover that the bra was her sexy one that was light and sheer. I asked what she had in mine for Bob. Laughing she asked what does it mater he wont see it and she dismissed the remark that I was about to make. There was a knock on the front door not wanting to wake the kids up she got up

It was around 10 p.m. when Bob arrived, my wife went to the door and invited him in and he was shocked to see me at home. He said that he would leave if I felt uncomfortable with this idea of my wife getting stoned for the first time. Bob was about my height and built 6' 190 pounds. (I was brought up that drugs were wrong and all the good morels pumped into me during my days growing up.) I told him it would be all right to go ahead but if anything goes wrong at least am here to help. Well she fired up her first joint. Both my wife and I aren't smokers, her mother had lung cancer and it was a good deterrent not too. As my wife smoked it down Bob and I looked on laughed at her coughing trying to hold it in. Next he suggested that she chased the pot with a mixed drink, bear or wine.

All we had at the time was wine so I went to get it and open the bottle and proceeded to hand it too my wife. She took her next drag and chases it down with some wine. This went on for about ten minutes or so and Bob was rolling another one for her. After about half a bottle of wine gone she excused her self to go pee. While she was gone Bob explained how this idea came about. That Pam had mention to his wife how she never tried pot and that I was dead against it. I heard her coming back into the living room. My wife was starting to feel pretty good by this time; she started complaining of being hot and asked if I would mind if she unbuttons her top a little. I looked over at Bob who was all smiles, I said sure and she started to undo the top three buttons of her top. Boy your wife had a fantastic body to be a mother of 2 children Bob said. I was then wondering how far this might go tonight. Then I started up the conversation with Bob about this porn movie that I have were this girl is taken by these two guys while she was sunbathing. I got up and popped it into the VCR; I skipped past the beginning of previews to find the part I was telling him about. 

As we watched the girl lay there oiling her body up, she undid her bra and began to oil her now nude breast. I mention to Bob how come the women in these movies can't be natural. I then notice he wasn't looking at the TV anymore but at Pam. I happen to look over toward my wife who by now was feeling the drink and the pot. Somewhere during us watching the movie her top became unbutton all the way. She sat there with it pulled back with her breast in her shear bra showing for Bob's enjoyment. With the way the light was shining on her Bob had know problem getting an eye view of my wife's breast. The bra was made of some light material low cut. Her nipples were showing through the thin material and you could very easily see her brown circles. By now these two studs were fucking the girl in the movie. Pam made a comment about how nice that must feel being fucked that way. My jaw must been hanging open on that remark. For she leaned over and French kissed me. I wonted to see just how far gone my wife was so I reached over and cupped her left breast and fondled it in front of Bob. At first my wife just moaned and closed her eyes. Then she leaned forward and pulled the rest of her top off. Little droplets of sweat were on her chest. I bent over and licks were they were forming. My dick was now growing with excitement as I was showing my wife off to her brother. Bob got up to get a closer look at her now half covered breast. I slid the straps off her shoulder so the bra would hang lose. I then took the next step and undid the clasp in front of her bra letting it hang there open for a few minutes. Pam's breasts were a nice size a natural, not huge around a 34C. I was testing the waters so to speak. Bob motion to me to try a little more. I noticed he too had a hard on, as did I.

I began to kiss my wife very passionately and rubbed her breast gently slowly removing the last covering off over her breast. Her nipples rose to the touch the bra slid down her arms. Her breasts were now fully exposed for him to see. I moved my hand down toward her elastic waistband on her shorts. Reaching in I felt her pubic hairline when! She broke away from our kissing and said it's been nice but that's as far as she would like to take it. Bob look at her a complemented my wife on her breast and sorry that it had to end, but not wanting to push things further were she would get mad. I looked over at Bob and said well it's late, I guess its time to go, with confusion showing on his face. As he got up off his knees my wife noticed his bulge and said she was sorry, she then stood up bear chested thanked him for coming over. She gave him a peck on the check and squeezed his bulge in his pants, I guess that was the pot and wine acting on her.

I walked him to the door, start you car like you're leaving; drive it down the street and park it and walk back I whispered to him. I will leave the door open and come back in quietly. He grinned and left. I then returned to the living room were my wife was laying on the floor spread eagle with her shorts off rubbing her pussy. She took the last drag on the joint and holding it in for some time released it with a gasp. I got down and began to kiss her slowly from here ankles toward her moist pussy. She asked if Bob had left and I replied with a yes and proceeded to kiss my way up her leg. My kissing moved up towards her inner thigh. As I got to her wet panties I started to put my mouth over them sucking in her moisture? I asked how she was feeling and what she thought about Bob seeing her breast. I didn't get a response to the first question but the second one she went into how her pussy tingled and had this butterfly feeling like she did the first time when I played with her breast when we were dating. By now her panties were drenched from me eating her to her pussy juices flowing. 

I then asked if things went a little further how she would have handled it. She replied back with the same question to me! Now that was one for the recorded books that told me my wife was thinking out one of her fantasies. Not to long after her and I were married I found a book she kept hidden about women's fantasies. In the book it had a question air to fill out about your fantasies, she had checked about having multiple partners, having sex were you might get caught in public taking it up her ass etc. It was your basic no harm fantasies. So I answered her question that I would have to be in control and that if I didn't like what was happening things would come to a stop. I was down at her panties pulling them off past her feet and tossed them over my shoulder. I sat up and glazed down at her beautiful body, she trimmed her cunt hair were the lips were bare. I loved the way her lips stayed together and not let the insides hang out like I've seen in movies and photos. I proceeded to undress letting my straining cock to free its confines. I gave her a kiss and hugged her in my arms and whispered in her ear how much I love her. She then rolled over and got up on her knees and started to suck me off, as I laid there thinking about this night when I happened to look up and there was Bob standing in the room. I don't know how long he was there or even when he came in. My wife was bent over sucking me and giving him a good view of her ass and bare shaven pussy. I grinned and motion for him to be quiet and asked my wife to finger herself while she sucked on my member. I knew this would allow Bob to see more of her bare lips and pussy. She did this with out missing a beat. She started to moan I knew she was about to come and so was I. Then I mention how much fun we might have if Bob was still here and she could live out her fantasy. Pam then sat up on her knees still rubbing her clit. She began to tell me how her sister and her shared their sex talk about each of their husbands. She went on to say that Bob would fuck her sister for hours on end it seamed like before he came and how sore she was afterwards. I then replied is that what she would like is to be taken like this? She nodded as she continued to masturbate now lying on her back with her legs spread wide. Bob had moved around the corner in the room so he wouldn't be seen. I then asked her to continue seeing this was exciting her and not to mention me. As she continued to tell me about Bob, she mentions that he wasn't circumcised. Having not seen an uncut dick this had her curiosity going. Her fingers were now moving in a faster pace over here swollen clit. As Pam began to probe her vaginal opening with two of her fingers my wife went on to explain how Bob studied Tantra. That's how he was able to last with out cumming.

Her sister was trying to study it so they both could extend there love making for longer time Pam looked at my hard on. She asked me too finish her off with my dick. I new if this happen I would be spent for awhile and didn't wont that to happen. I was enjoying this too much. I saw Bob grinning from around the corner of the room while Pam was continuing to masturbate. I then asked her how long has Bob been able too hold off cumming during her sisters fucking. My wife replied, as her two fingers moved in and out of her vagina, he's been able to hold off for about 2 hrs to 3hrs at time. Know fucking way I said your sister is blowing smoke up your ass. 

Then I popped the big question to her just as she was coming! What if I could get hold of Bob and tell him to come back over would you like that? Would you like that big uncut dick pounding you for hours filling your pussy with cum and being taken form behind by me at the same time? She was at her peak of climax when she muttered YES I would like that! As she came her body shuttered and legs tighten up, her orgasm

traveled throughout her body. I said then by waiving my hands in the air as if to induce a magical spell may Bob appear and fuck my wife. 

She looked up at me with dreamy eyes, sure right he's going to appear and fuck me. I replied back that you never now wishes do come true. I told her to close her eyes and her wish might come true. But before you shut her eyes I would like you to get into the doggy position spread your legs the best you can like you were trying to show off your pussy. Laughing, she got up and positions herself like I commanded, boy your kinky she said. I got up to check to see if the position was right for Bob to come in to start licking her pussy. I got down on my knees and begun to lick he wet lip's and probe her insides with my tongue. I told her how good she tasted, to now close your eyes and the magic will happen. I felt a tap on my back and Bob had crept in on his knees toward my wife's bare body. He had a hard on that would break a board. I then backed away for Bob to take my place. My wife then felt his tongue touch her moist lips. She turned around with the most surprised look on her face that was indescribable. 

At first she was shocked but then grinned muttered a few words toward me. She leaned back on her arms with her legs closed. Bob and stood up staring down at her. I told her why close your legs Bob seen you for sometime now. O really she said spreading her legs back open is a teasing way. She was beautiful lying there so picturesque. Our dicks were standing to attention as if they were soldiers waiting to be inspected by the general. I said madam your wish is granted how would you like to proceed! Hmm she muttered getting up to her knees reached out and grabbed both of our dicks and pulled on them a couple of times in a milking fashion. Precum came from the heads; she then tasted Bob's first then mine. Bob started fondling her breast she looked up at me and said are you sure about this? I said yes bent down kissed her deeply and told her that I love her and to enjoy her fantasy. With out any further coaxing from me she had begun pulling the foreskin back on Bob's prick. I say he was about 8" overall a little thicker then I.

She examines his pecker like it was some alien being never seen before. She closed her eyes and sucked his and then mine. My wife explains she was tasting the difference between cocks since all she ever new was mine. As she was spending more time on Bob's knob I decided to speed things up.

I got behind my wife and started to kiss the nap of her neck to her shoulders. She was like a child with a new toy. While she was sucking Bob I got down between her thighs. I opened her lips and started to lick the juices from her cunt. Her cunt was very touchy and she turned and twisted making it difficult to lick her. I looked up to a view of my wife's head going back and forth on his dick. My tongue was dancing across her clit; she pulled away from Bob and said she needed fucking NOW! 

She got up repositioned her self on all fours Asked Bob to slide under her and so she could take his large dick up in her. Bob looked at me and assured him it was ok. Pam lowered herself on to his hard shaft. Slowly working it in and grasping his arms as it entered her body. After a pause her body started to rise, as she moved up and down on his shaft. I watched with amazement as Pam took it in and moved up its length. Bob placed his hands on her ass to aid in her motion. I glanced at the clock on the wall and it was 3 am. Thinking an if it was to time how long he would take before he filled her full of his cum. I told her to bend over a little so I can enter her rear. Bob pulled Pam's ass checks apart allowing me to enter her ass. I got some lotion poured it into her hole and stopped as I saw his dick appearing and disappearing into Pam's cunt. Was this a dream or real did I agree to this, Pam's moans brought me back. I oil my dick up and proceeded to enter her anus. As the head slipped into her I could feel Bob's prick in her. That was a strange feeling another man inside my wife. I proceeded to push forward till I was completely inside my wife. As the three of us started to move in unison, the pressure was building I new I wouldn't last long. The movement of Bob's dick in her vagina and mine in her rectum was proving too much for me. Pam started to tighten up as she began another orgasm. As she came I too spent my load down her rectal cannel. Pulling out Bob then picked up the past. 

My cum started to flow from her rectum down to her pussy, and onto Bob cock. I sat down to gain my breath and to watch the fucking of my wife. Pam was coming again her juice's was mixing with my cum which was flowing down Bobs shaft unto his balls. Bob rolled her onto her back and lifted her legs high over his head. The slapping sounds of his balls on her ass, and the slurping sounds of her cunt as he withdrew on the up stroke were getting me hard again. Pam's body was ringing wet with sweat as he pushed her to another orgasm. His body too was wet Pam cried out that she had enough and can't take it much longer. I saw Bob's ass checks tighten up as he began to come. Pam came again while he shot his load into her pussy. I got up and went to the other part of the house for some towels to help clean up my wife. When I got back she was lying with her legs apart up on her elbows looking down at the cum leaving her pussy. Bob looked over at me a smiled and isn't this better then work. I grinned and looked at the clock again an notice it was 5:10am. She motion for both of us to come over so she could suck us off.

It was amazing how she was like the energizer rabbit to keep going and going. Pam tasted Bobs cum that was still dripping from the head of his dick. And turned to me and started to jack my cock with her hand. 

After about a few minutes of this I pulled out turned her over and raised her buttocks in the air. I mounted her from behind and entered her soupy cunt. As my prick entered Bob's cum oozed out around my shaft. I started pumping harder there was very little friction from her vaginal opening. With the large cock that filled her and the massive amount off cum still running from her it took me awhile to add to it. She tightens up as her orgasm started to peak. She tried to pull away from me but I grab her thighs and pulled back exploding into her already drenched cunt. I let go of my hold she flopped to the floor, gasping and panting.

Looking down at her still on my knees I said you have a few drops to lick off the head of my prick. Getting up and turning around she sucked and licked it clean. Bob sitting on the floor next to her reached over and kissed her gently saying thanks for the fuck. Your sister will never know, next time she leaves town to visit a friend well try this again?

I guess your sister is right about Bob how long he can go. She looked up and nodded as she toweled her body dry from swear. Bob got dressed and thanked us as he and I walked to the front door I told him this was the first and last time. He smiled back and said next you have to do my wife and maybe we can get the two sisters to put a show on for us. He mentions to me how he could teach the three of us this Tantra technique. I told him good night closed the door and went to the living room were Pam was sitting crossed legged looking at the cum dripping from her swollen lips. I said to her was that satisfying for you? 

She told me how much she loved me and thanks for fore filling one of her fantasy. I helped her up, her body was weak and as she climbed into bed, she asked what Bob and I were talking about? Bob said next time; he would like us to help him on a fantasy of his own. My wife asked what fantasy? He wont's to show the three of us the technique he used on you tonight. How to achieve the long duration and prolong lovemaking. Pam's eyes open and looked into mine, and what was your reply? I kissed her good night and thought about how to get her and her sister to help with this fantasy.