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Our Tree

By: Rattlesnake1775



Where, oh where had her kids gotten that from?

It was a silly question, really, as Andrea stood in the doorway of her own home, listening to the ABBA sound blasting from the radio in the kitchen. The radio had been a gift two years ago from her oldest, meaning that her husband had paid for whatever it was that Sarah had picked out at the store. The girl was only seven three weeks ago, and by no means able to finance a gift on her on. But the thought was appreciated, and she let her daughter know that. Until moments like this.

Hers were ABBA fans, apparently not in receipt of the memo notifying the rest of the world of the end of the era. Donald and Regina Williams were century members of the ABBA fan club, an organization that Andrea had been totally unaware of until going to her at-the-time boyfriends' house for the first time during the summer of their junior year in college. 

And so her youngest two, five year old Andrew and four year old Michelle had somehow acquired the taste from their grandparents, making the music a constant play companion to the munchkins, and today was no different. Smiling she walked into the kitchen, kissing the back of her husbands neck. "Hey baby."

Donald Junior, or simply DJ to his friends, did not disappoint. Spinning he took his wife into his arms, leaning down to kiss her. But to do so she had to bite the peanut butter cookie hanging out of his mouth first, which she gladly did. DJ was a fire hazard if he tried to cook dinner and even macaroni & cheese was sure to set of a fire detector. But give the man an oven, a bowl, and two eggs and he would give you a cake fit for a king. Or a queen, as he liked to tell her with that glint in his eyes. 

His touch was electric, it always was to her. DJ had first laid eyes on her shortly before spring break of their sophomore year, spotting her coming out of class as he was going in. Through three degrees of separation he had gotten a mutual friend in her sorority to introduce them, showing up on their first date with a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. He had since learned that peanut butter was her favorite, but that night her sorority sisters had made her swear to marry him, or at least date for the foreseeable future to ensure a lasting supply of fat-pills.

But his baking ability was only a small detail of her attraction to him. He was extremely easy on the eye, with his deep black hair that seemed to just shine naturally, and matched his smoldering dark eyes perfectly. His skin had that deep tan that always, even in the dead of winter in Colorado, looked like he had just gotten of the plane from Italy or Greece. A swimmer all through high school and college, he had broad shoulders to scoop her up with, strong arms to envelop her in, and an incredibly hot ass for her to droll over whenever he was walking away from her. Yes, he was the perfect man for her, and now her husband of eight years.

"I see you played hooky from work again?" Taking the rest of the cookie out of his mouth, she slowly chewed it, savoring the taste. The recipe was top secret, but over the years of them being together he had perfected it, and there was nothing better out there, nowhere. 

"I can do that, you know. I'm the boss." He grinned, kissing her on the forehead. "And besides, the kids were bored over at STALAG 14." This was his name for the school that took what seemed like an arm and a leg of their annual income in return for allowing their three holy terrors to roam its hallways during the five days of the work week. And of course he could leave work whenever he wanted to; he owned the small IT business. And since most of his work was contract for the government, this time of year was slow with work, but fat with money as the new budget year really got rolling and Congress doles out pork.

"I wish you would not call it that." She really did not care, not at this age. Once the little ones figured out what a STALAG was, that might be different. And besides, his skipping work held promises. "So, I guess you didn't start dinner, huh?" She grinned at him, the look on his face not amused. But it did not stop him from doing his best imitation of the dancing queen, much to the delight of Andrew and Michelle, who were dancing in their chairs, faces and hands covered in food coloring and icing, the cookies they were supposed to be decorating amazingly bare. No surprise there.

Leaning against the counter, she could not help but move with the beat coming out of the radio as her husband sang along with the music, seemingly having a seizure all over the kitchen. It was a well known fact amongst their friends and family that DJ had somehow not gotten the shame gene and that embarrassment was a foreign concept to him. So in the confines of their kitchen, he had absolutely no inhibition. Drinking not required for this one, she thought again, smiling to herself as she walked down the hallway to the master suite of the home.

Pushing open the door to her bedroom, her breath caught in her throat. DJ must have taken of from work a lot earlier then she thought.

Ever since Sarah had gotten old enough to understand the principal of tearing wrapping paper from gifts it had been a tradition that mommy and daddy have their own tree. Not massive monument to consumerism like the one in the living room with all its ten feet of tree glory, but a small one, about three or four feet tall. It was DJ's job to acquire this tree at an undisclosed time, sneak it into the house, and decorate it. And he did not disappoint.

Closing the door, she kicked off her shoes and walked over to short fern. He had placed it on a stand to make room for the presents underneath, but it was still not as tall as the closet it sat next to, which had somehow become her measuring stick. There were several presents already wrapped under the tree, and she had to fight the temptation to pick one up and shake it. She was like a kid that way.

"You like it?" DJ had come up silently behind his wife, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck. He smelled of flour and peanut butter, smelled of tree sap and evergreen, smelled of sweat and man. God, she loved this man.

"I love it baby. Thank you so much."

"Anything for my queen." Again he kissed the base of her neck, burying his nose in her hair. Andrea was his queen, and it was something he never forgot. He had tripped over his own feet the day he had first seen her. It had not taken long to get her name and number, and not much longer to get an introduction through a mutual friend. His lust bored on obsession by that point, and that first date did nothing to alleviate that tension. Her clear laughter, bright green cat like eyes, and long eyelashes never let him go. Her skin, a deep bronze flavor in the summer, with a lighter shade, like white gold, in the winter, it gave evidence to her south Florida background. Her blond hair was like spun gold, and when he read his kids the story of Rapunzel, he always talked of mommy's hair. 

It was matched by a body that his hands could never stop touching. He had restrained himself early in their relationship, but once she made it clear it was okay to violate her personal space on a regular basis, he could not keep them to himself. She was naturally curvy, with a full bosom that had only gotten better with children and breast feeding, a flat stomach she worked hard at the Y to maintain, and shapely long legs made for his caress. She was his personal snow bunny, the women he had wet dreams over, the mother of his children, the love of his life.

"You are so good to me." Leaning into him, she closed her eyes, his arms enveloping her in a warm embrace, his hot breath on the back of her neck making her hairs stand on end. He always made her wet with his amazing loving ways, and today was no different she realized as she squeezed her legs.

"I have ulterior motives." Smiling to himself he pushed his hips into her, and she felt his hardness, moaning despite herself. "Hold still."

His hands were swift, yet felt like they were moving slow and deliberate. With one hand caressing her breasts, the other reached down and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She snuggled back into him, bracing her hands on the closet to one side of the tree, and the dresser drawer on the other.

"You smell so good. Look so good..." His voice was hot and heavy in her ear, making her weak in the knees. His arm wrapped tighter around her, holding her, and he bit her skin lightly, making it burn. 

His fingers slipped into her thong, and then they were at her wetness. "Somebody was expecting me?"

"Oh god yes!" She did a little shimmy with her ass, rubbing against his hard cock. He moaned out, squeezing her tighter to him. His lips continued to caress her skin, and then he was fucking her with two fingers, making the world blurry.

She did not know, even after all these years, where he had learned to do this. Was it a swimmer thing? An ex-girlfriend? Something he had read in a magazine or book? She did not really even care at this point; more than secure in her love and marriage to the man of her dreams. All she really knew that he could use to fingers to do amazing things to her, and it never failed to make her rocket to the top.

Today was no different, as he clutched her to himself, his fingers frigging her at an ever increasing pace. He would tease her clit out from under its hood before circling it with his fingers, making her drench herself in no time. Her breathing was coming in fast gasps now as she grabbed on tighter to her supports, losing herself in the torrent of emotions and pleasures he provided her with.

"Oh...god yes...oh...oh...oh...yes, yes, yes! Don't stop...please...please...." Her breath caught in her throat as she sunk backwards against him, her eyes open yet unfocused, the orgasm washing over her like a wave breaking on a reef. She almost forgot to breathe, her knuckles turning white as she squeezed him, his fingers never abandoning his pursuit.

"You like that, my little sugarplum?" Sugarplum was his name for her, ever since he had seen a childhood video of her during a visit to her parents' house, one that featured her in the role of the sugarplum fairy in her elementary school play. Not exactly her most glamorous role in a life filled with high school and college drama (the theatrical kind) and plays, but somehow his favorite.

"Oh, and you know it daddy! Fuck me good!" She knew he would, her voice strained as another orgasm slammed into her, knowing the stiff prick poking her in the back would not be denied. Pushing up onto her toes she rubbed her ass against his cock, hearing him moan again.

"You got it darling." His hand stopped for just a second, pushing down her thong. She pulled a foot up to assist in the task once he got it past her knee, undoing her blouse with one hand. His weight was on her as he helped undress her, and then she heard his zipper, feeling his thick shaft slapping her in the back, dragging through the crack of her ass. That had been her present to him two Christmas seasons ago, but not right now. He dipped down low, bending in the knee and jammed upwards.

Had it not been for his hand covering her mouth at that exact moment her scream would have echoed throughout the house. Andrea had not been a virgin when they meet, but out of the five men who had known her intimately, none had the equipment that DJ lugged around with him, and none knew how to use it. He was by no means record breaking, as she guessed him at just shy of eight or so inches, with corresponding thickness. That was really what got her off, the way his thick cock filled her, opening her lips up and spreading her little pussy out to accommodate his size. 

Maybe he just said it, but she really liked believing him when he told her that she was still damn tight after three kids. She worked hard at that, with all the exercises one could find in books and on the internet, and so when he entered her she always squeezed down with all her might, making him groan in a long, low rumble that came from deep within his chest cavity, signifying the pleasure she gave him.

He started thrusting into her in earnest, each time he slammed forward seemingly lifting her off her feet as he bit her neck, taking and dominating her. She gripped her supports even tighter, trying to breathe, trying to hold on for dear life as she got fucked good and hard.

"Ugh...oh...damn baby...that's it...fuck your little sugarplum..."

"Tell me how much you like it baby!" Before Andrea, he had not been much for pillow talk. It seemed...dirty. And not in a good way, either. While he always somebody who wanted to pleasure his partner, there was no need to go overboard. But that all changed when she came into his bed. It was just so natural with her, something that seemed to just happen, and that made each and every encounter that much hotter.

"God, you know I love to feel your big cock slamming into my little pussy! Nothing feels as good as my stud of a husband beating the shit out of my baby maker with that big baseball bat!"

She gasped when he made her cum again, his deep strokes hitting her in just the right way. He was a student of her body, and he knew it like the back of his hand, knew when to speed up, when to slow down, which angle he needed to be. He could read the signs like writing on the wall, and there was no fooling him as to what she needed.

His hands grasped her tits and he moved back a bit, making her lean forward more. Rolling and pinching her nipples, the more aggressive posture allowed him to pound into her even faster, his hips smacking into her ass, balls slapping up at her, the obscene noises filling the room as flesh meet flesh and he filled her with himself.

"Oh baby, oh baby! Damn you feel good!" Inhaling her scent he took a hold of her hair with one hand, the other on her waist to allow him better control of their motions, fucking her good now.

"You want me to suck your cock?"

It was not so much a question as a statement to let him know what was about to happen. He barely had time to moan out before she dropped to her knees, his hand guiding her head to his glistening shaft. She inhaled him in one swoop, grabbing his hips and sucking him in as far as he would go.

DJ moaned out loud, his eyes closed as she took him to heaven. His wife had a natural talent for sucking dick, and one he was more then appreciative of. What was better then coming home and giving your lady some loving, and having her finish you off with those luscious lips wrapped around your pole?

Opening his eyes he looked down at her, to see her smiling up at him. Andrea worked for the city of Denver, and did so dressed very professionally and made up to match the look. This included his favorite deep red lipstick, which was smearing itself all over his dick as she slid up and down his hard member. Her gag reflex had gone on vacation somewhere around her twenty first birthday, and never came back, and she deep throated him with abandon. Few people treat the porno "Deep throat" as a motivational video, but it was for her, and he thanked his lucky star for that.

Swallowing him over and over, she slid her lips to the head, sucking it and flicking it with her tongue. Grasping his shaft with her hand she began to squeeze and stroke him, his breath catching as she fondled his balls.

"You do that so well..." His voice was a raspy whisper, and she knew he was close. Pulling her lips off she grinned up at him, flicking her tongue at the love of her life.

"Only for you."

"I know baby. I love you." He was softly smiling at her, running one hand through her silky soft hair.

"I love you too DJ. Merry Christmas baby." She sucked him back in with one swift pull, swallowing the head of his cock twice over, sucking on it as if her life depended on it. He cried out, pushing himself deeper into her throat before he exploded rope after rope of hot cum shooting into her mouth.

She squealed with delight, sucking on him with increased vigor, drinking him up and sucking his cock to get it all, squeezing and gently rubbing his balls to milk him. He was huffing and puffing now, and finally she released him. DJ stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed. She was not long, crawling on top of him and collapsing atop her husband, closing her eyes. 

"Since I know you can't keep your hands to yourself, I have a present for you." His voice reached her even in her half asleep state.

"More presents?" She smiled softly as he slipped out from underneath her, snuggling her into his arms.

"Always more for my sugarplum."

Our Trip



All characters are eighteen years old or older.

*

"You kids help get the car loaded," dad roared from the driveway.

My sis and I came out hauling our suitcases. I went back for some snack stuff. Sis tagged along for reasons unknown. Her name is Linda Raye and she is the biggest pain in the ass you can imagine. One would think that an eighteen year old could shoulder a little responsibility, but NO. She seemed to be perfectly happy to let her family do everything for her.

My name is Jimmy Raye. I'm nineteen, still living at home, but that will change as soon as I get a little money saved up. I was going to aircraft A&E school. In two more months I would get my A&E ticket and then I could go out on my own. We were making a trip from our home in Seattle to a little town in East Texas to visit our grandparents. In 1951, this was a major trek. There were no freeways and damned few roads that were more than two lanes. My idea of fun wasn't spending three days in the back seat of our 1950 Ford with my sister.

Dad counted all the suitcases and took stock of the rest of our trip stuff. Finally satisfied, he commanded, "You two get in the back seat. Behave yourselves. If I have to stop, you'll taste my belt!"

I hopped in the back seat with Linda. Mom and dad got in the front and we were off. We were barely out of town when Linda started complaining about not having a pillow so she could nap.

"Stop whining and use your brother's lap," came dad's terse response.

"Come on Jimmy! You heard dad. Let me sleep on your lap."

Great! Just what I needed was a professional whiner lying on my lap. She laid her head on my thighs, smiled at me and went to sleep. The miles droned on and I fell asleep. Sometime during our naps, she rolled over and was blowing her hot breath through my pants and directly on top of my dick. I felt myself getting hard. I grinned because it wasn't my fault and I could fake sleep anytime anyone looked. My hand drifted to her ample breast. I squeezed it softly and she groaned in her sleep. This could turn out to be a fun trip after all. I reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt. Her creamy white thighs begged to be fondled, so I rubbed them gently. Suddenly I felt her stir. I snapped my eyes shut, pretending sleep.

She woke with a start when she realized she was close to giving me a blow job. She sat up a little and then her hand snaked out and rubbed my fully inflated pecker. I stirred a little and she quickly jerked her hand back.

"What's up sis?" I asked.

"You are," she whispered and pointed to the lump in my pants.

"Oops!" I replied "Did it wake you up?"

"Nope. Mama, my neck is getting stiff!" she complained.

"Well, sit up and lean against your brother," mom ordered.

She sat up and slid over next to me. I put my arm around her and she laid her head on my chest.

"Are you going to sleep now?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered lazily.

"How do you know I won't squeeze your tits while you're sleeping?" I asked with a demonic smile.

"You've got things that can be squeezed too. Don't be such a perv!"

She closed her eyes and was soon snoring softly. I wondered if she was faking it just to see if I really would squeeze her tits. As the miles rolled on, I made up my mind to carry this just as far as I could. I slid my hand up under her shirt. Much to my surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra. My hand encircled her luscious young breast. I was so busy squeezing her tit; I didn't notice her hand creeping up my thigh toward my dick. Suddenly she moaned and grasped my extra hard pecker. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me as she gently jacked me through my pants. I pinched her nipple and started squeezing her tits in earnest. 

She deftly unzipped my pants and fell over on my lap. I felt her digging my rock hard cock out of my shorts. To my amazement she sucked my dick into her mouth. She was giving me a blow job! Her own brother! Of course, I didn't protest. Only an idiot raises hell about a blow job. Her tongue was swirling around my dick head and she was sucking hard. I felt that feeling deep down in my nuts. I was gonna cum! Where would we put it? I tapped her frantically on the shoulder but she totally ignored me. How the hell would we explain my semen on the seats? Too late! Suddenly I came in an enthusiastic burst of pure lust. She sucked up every bit of it. I couldn't believe it. She swallowed the whole load!

She tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped me up. Then she sat back up and snuggled into my arms. She had a satisfied smirk on her face. She gently squeezed my nuts and went to sleep.

I was completely worn out and shaken by the experience. I never would have guessed that my sister was a cum slut. As the sun sank in the west, I contemplated our sleeping arrangements. Dad stopped at a motel that had a restaurant attached. We had dinner and then he checked us in. 

"I got you two a room so your mother and I could have some peace and quiet. If I hear you two fighting, I'll whip both of your asses!"

Well, there was no arguing with dad. Linda protested mildly about having to room with a 'perv' but she gave in. We got our suitcases and headed for the room. It was two doors down from our parent's room so there was no chance they would hear us. There was one queen size bed in the room. What was dad thinking? Linda sat beside me on the bed and started rubbing my thigh. I slid my hand under her skirt and squeezed her pussy.

"I thought you were a virgin," I said.

"Exactly none of the girls in my class were virgins when they graduated. Most of us have been getting our share of cock for at least a couple of years."

"I guess that goody two shoes façade is simply that, a façade."

"I can't have my reputation tarnished. Besides, mom would have a cow if she found out I was screwing the boys."

"So what do you want to do now?" I asked.

"Let's take a shower and then we can think of something more interesting to do," she replied.

She slowly stripped for me, wiggling her shapely butt and smiling. She stood naked before me. Her tits were round and full with little pink nipples on top. Her pussy was small with a light dusting of brown fuzz. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and grabbed her pussy. 

"Get your clothes off," she ordered.

I stood and stripped. As soon as I was naked, she grabbed my six inch cock and sucked it just a little. 

"Shower time!" she gleefully announced.

She towed me to the shower using my cock for a handle. It took a few minutes for the water to get hot. She spent the time jacking me. I had my finger in her. Then we got wet.

"Wash my back," she demanded. 

I soaped her back and gently rubbed her shoulders. My fingers dug into her shoulders as I massaged her. I rubbed her back. My hand drifted down to her ass and I massaged her brown eye. She moaned and turned around.

"Wash my front," she ordered.

Soap dripped from her nipples as I massaged her tits. Fingering her pussy, I gently rubbed her clit. She collapsed against me.

"Take me to bed," she grunted.

I dried us off and helped her into the bed. Her pussy beckoned from between her legs. I got closer and closer to it. The aroma was driving me insane.

"Eat me Jimmy. Please eat me," she gasped.

I dived on her muff and inhaled the delicious aroma rising from it. One lick on her pussy told me that she now held my liquid of choice. I drove my tongue into her. She squealed. Her hands pulled my head in tight to her throbbing pussy. I finally located her clit. I licked it. Then I sucked it as far into my lips as I could and rubbed the bare little nub with my tongue. She emitted a low groan and started humping my mouth.

"Don't stop Jimmy! Oh god, this is so good. I'm gonna cum!"

And with that she produced a river of girl juice as she wriggled and quivered on my face. 

"Put it in me Jimmy! I've got to feel your cock inside me now!"

I slithered like a snake in between her inviting thighs. She grabbed my nuts and pulled me to her. I felt my pecker rubbing her pussy. I gave it a stab and slid all they way into her. 

"For someone who says they're getting tons of cock, you're awfully tight," I moaned.

"I'm not a whore! I just like to fuck sometimes," she replied as she tried to buck me off. 

I settled into her in earnest, determined to make her cum as many times as possible. My head rested against her shoulder and I cupped her butt with both hands. It was so soft. She just felt good all over. 

Soon she was making mousey little squeaks as I drove hard into her. 

"Eek....eek....eek.... fuck....me," she gasped.

I felt her tighten around my dick. Her pussy kind of vibrated and suddenly I was cumming in her. I couldn't move! Both of my fists grabbed the sheets and my toes curled as I lost complete control. The orgasm overwhelmed me. She developed a light sheen of sweat. I licked her ears and her face.

"That is so sexy," she commented, "I may have to give up my boyfriend and fuck only you."

"Yes, you could be my exclusive, private little pussy. I wouldn't have to hunt any more. Do you want to fuck each other and no one else?" I panted.

"It's an interesting proposition," she puffed as my dick slipped out of her. 

We went to sleep belly to belly. I cuddled her into my arms, listened to her breathe for a while and then sleep claimed me too.

I woke up about six o'clock with her hand wrapped firmly around my cock. As soon as she knew I was awake, she dived on it; sucking it into her lovely mouth. I jerked into full consciencness. Her tongue beat a tattoo on it while she noisily slurped it in and out. I couldn't help it. My hips bucked spasmodically and I shot a full load down her throat. She crawled back up beside me and nestled into my arms.

"Mmm, mmm, breakfast of champions," she commented.

"Our whole trip is gonna be like this, isn't it?" I asked with a quivering voice.

"Uh huh. I do love cock juice in the morning," she replied.

There was a knock on the door. "Get out of bed, you lazy bums. We've got to get breakfast and get on the road," our dad shouted through the door.

"We're getting ready right now," I shouted back.

Linda and I jumped in the shower. She washed me, I washed her. By the time we got out we were both panting like a couple of lizards. 

"We'll just tell them we were grab-assing," I said.

"Okay," she puffed.

"You two look a little the worse for wear," mom observed.

"Yeah, we had an argument over the shower," I lied.

"Let's go to breakfast," dad ordered.

After breakfast we all got back in the car and were once again speeding down the road. Linda gently cupped my nuts while I squeezed her tits. Pretty soon she was rubbing my cock through my clothes. I got harder and harder.

"You better stop that," I whispered.

"Why?" she whispered back.

"Because I don't want to cum in my pants," I replied.

She giggled a little but gave up on my cock. I pinched one of her nipples and felt it grow hard between my fingers. She groaned.

"Is there a problem?" Mom inquired, looking over the seat back.

"No mom," Linda answered and squeezed my nuts hard. "I'm gonna jack you off in your pants if you don't stop pinching my nipples," Linda declared.

"Okay, I give up," I answered.

Once again she fell asleep on my lap. I slowly stroked her hair as I watched her sleep. Suddenly I saw her legs jerk and she woke up with a startled look on her face.

"What did you do to me?" she asked.

"Nothing! Why do you ask?" I answered.

"I was having a really sexy dream and then I must have cum in my sleep," she answered.

"And what were you dreaming about?" I whispered.

"Last night and the way you fucked me to a climax. It was so intense! I have fallen in love with your cock."

"You'll get some more tonight," I whispered, "if the circumstances allow it."

She smiled and went back to sleep. The sound of the motor droned on and on for mile after endless mile. Finally we had to stop for lunch and gas. Mom looked in the back seat and smiled. Linda was snoozing on my lap again.

"You two seem to be getting along a lot better," she remarked. "Wake her up. It's lunchtime."

Mom and Linda headed for the rest room. Dad was busy watching the attendant refuel the Ford. I sat at a table and waited for them.

"The attendant told me there is a little park by the river just ahead. I think we all need to get out and stretch our legs there for a while," dad told us.

After we ate we got back in the car and headed down the road. Presently we came to the park. Dad pulled into the parking area and we all got out to stretch our legs.

"I want to go explore the river," Linda said.

"You'll have to take your brother with you. I don't want you getting into trouble," mom told her.

"I don't wanna go traipsing off through the weeds with my sister," I replied.

"It doesn't matter what you want. You are to protect your sister at all times," dad ordered.

"Yes sir," I replied. I grabbed Linda's hand and we headed for the river. 

There was an overhanging bank and as soon as we were out of sight from our parents she hugged me to her and kissed me on the lips. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and ran my hand up under her shirt. 

"I've got to taste you," I stuttered.

She lifted her shirt and I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and rubbed it rapidly with my tongue. She moaned.

"So what's your plan?" she asked.

"Let's find a nice grassy spot and fuck like minks!" I answered.

"Oh yeah," she enthusiastically agreed.

We found an ideal spot just about a hundred yards down the river and around a bend. 

"That's it!" she squealed.

I dropped my pants and she unsnapped her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. She did, however, bring a couple of paper towels. I hugged her to me, my hard cock pressing into her tummy. We sank onto the grass. She rolled onto her back and I rolled on top of her.

"I can't wait Jimmy. Put it in me!"

I slipped my dick into her wet pussy. She was so tight! I stroked her rapidly.

"What's the hurry?" she asked.

"We can't be gone too long or dad will come looking for us and if he finds your pussy wrapped around my dick, he'll probable whack my dick off. We can be slow and sexy tonight but right now, let's get our jollies as quick as we can."

"Then fuck me hard. I wanna cum on your cock again!"

It was so neat, fucking her on the river bank. She moaned and thrashed around as I prodded her cunt as hard as I could. I was just about ten seconds from cumming when I heard dad yelling for us to come back. Luckily, I was too far gone to quit. I could already feel that feeling deep in my nuts. I felt her pussy squeeze me and suddenly I was cumming in her. When I regained my senses I had two fists full of grass. She swabbed her twat off with the paper towels, put on her skirt and we headed for the car.

"You've got grass stains on the back of your shirt," mom observed.

"The clumsy cow fell down on the river bank," I lied.

Linda looked at me with gratitude in her eyes. We got in the car and set off once again.

"I'm gonna do something extra special for you tonight," Linda whispered as she sank into my shoulder.

She dozed off with her hand on my cock. I dozed off too. We were still a day and a half away from the Texas coast. It seemed as though the miles were an endless roar from the engine as we churned on through the heat. It was hot in the car and getting hotter. 

"I'm too hot," Linda whined to mom.

"Well crack the windows and take your shirt off," mom replied.

"Mom! I'm not wearing a bra!" Linda exclaimed.

"Either take off your shirt or stop whining. We can't do anything about the heat."

"But Jimmy will see my titties," she moaned.

"He's your brother. He's not going to rape you. Leave her alone Jimmy."

"I really don't want to see her tits," I replied.

"Don't touch her Jimmy. Get your shirt off Linda." Dad ordered from behind the wheel.

Linda shyly slipped her shirt off. Her beautiful boobies popped out into the open, bobbing up and down. She looked at me and stuck out her tongue. I gave her the finger, curled up in the corner and went to sleep. When I woke up she was laying, tits up, on my lap. I couldn't resist. I squeezed her tits and flicked her nipples. Her eyes slowly opened and she smiled at me. I continued my chest massage for most of the afternoon.

"Get your shirt on," mom yelled from the front seat.

Linda sat up and gave me a great unstrip show as she slowly, seductively slipped into her shirt.

"Don't tease your brother," mom tersely ordered.

"I'm not teasing, I'm just getting dressed," she countered.

"Don't get smart with me, young lady, or I'll make you sleep in the car tonight."

She had nothing to say in return. I guess the thought of sleeping in car turned her off. Soon we stopped at a motel/restaurant. We went in and got a table while dad refueled the car and registered us at the motel.

"I made the same arrangements as last night. The only difference is that your room is on the second floor. Your mom and I will be downstairs in a room by the car. We expect you to behave yourselves just like you did last night," he said when he rejoined us.

After the meal Linda and I dragged our luggage upstairs and into a room with two double beds. She smiled at me. I smiled at her.

"This is perfect!" she said. "I promised you something special and as soon as we shower I'm gonna give it to you."

"What is it?" I asked suspiciously.

"I won't tell you, but I'll show you," she answered with a smile. "Now, get these clothes off of me."

I slowly stripped her. I thought she might be a little stinky from the trip and our romp on the river bank, but she actually smelled quite alluring. I licked some of the salty sweat from her as her clothes fell to the ground.

"Eww! How can you do that? I'm all sweaty and stinky!"

"Maybe to you, but to me you are a tasty little snack," I remarked as I kissed her pussy.

"Oh man, you boys can be so gross. Hold your arms up, I'm gonna strip you bare," she declared.

To my surprise, she stuck her nose right into my armpit. I couldn't figure out why.

"So, like, how come you did that?" I inquired.

"I wanted to see if you still smelled like you. It's a girl thing."

I cradled her in my arms and carried her to the shower. The water ran over her body as I licked her ears and neck. I stood her up and soaped her tits. She moaned and her nipples popped out like erasers. I couldn't resist and soon I was clamped onto one of her nipples. Her whole body trembled at my attention to her breasts. As I picked her up her legs wrapped around my waist and her pussy slid down over my hard cock. Our tongues wrestled in the confines of our mouths.

"I've got to get you in bed," I told her.

Still wet, I carried her to bed. Her back hit the mattress as I rammed my dick into her over and over. She almost screamed at the first jab. Her breath hung heavy in the air as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"Fuck it! I give up. I guess I want to lose my mind. Fuck me as hard as you can. I'm in love with your cock!" she panted.

My nuts made a slapping sound as they crashed repeatedly into her. Her pussy made little squishy sounds as it devoured my dick. I was out of control, mindless. Instinct took over as I drilled her to the mattress.

"I'm cumming again!" she squealed.

A gush of girl juice enveloped my cock. Her pussy flexed and jerked around me. Out of my mind and out of control, I stiffened over her and sank in as deep as I could. I grunted wildly as I squirted the biggest load of my life into her center.

"I feel it! I feel it!" she jabbered. "Give it all to me!"

I didn't have any left. I was empty, drained, exhausted. I lay twitching on top of her because I couldn't move. Maybe I passed out for a second or so. When I finally regained some semblance of sentience I found that she was crushing me tightly into her body.




Our Trip



"Leave it in. That was the most intense experience of my entire life. My boyfriend is history. You will be the one and only fucking me for the foreseeable future." She croaked.

"I have never had a climax like that. You have the best pussy in the world. I can't give it up. I want it all." I replied.

We went to sleep that night still locked in an embrace. My cock was still in her and our juices were draining out, gluing us together. I had rolled over so she was on top. Her breath tickled my chest hairs as she started to sleep. I felt her pussy twitch. Damn! It doesn't get any better than that.

What had started as a little experiment with incest had suddenly turned into something much, much more. I fought it all the way but finally had to admit that I was falling in love with my sister. What a predicament! This wasn't supposed to happen to people like us. If mom and dad found out, they'd have both of us neutered. 

Early in the morning I felt her pussy quivering on my half hard cock. It immediately got hard and I started driving into her. She had a strange smile on her face as I pumped her hard. She was still full of cum from the night before and it was running across my balls. She lurched and her pussy tightened on me. 

"Oh, yes, yes!" she exclaimed.

I rolled her onto her back and rapidly thrust into her. I didn't want to ever stop. I loved her.

"Cum in me brother. Squirt me full again," she whispered.

"Oh god sis. I'm in love with you," I groaned as I shot my load into her trembling, ready pussy.

I was frozen on top of her. My hands clenched her back and my toes curled. I thought I'd never stop cumming but eventually, I did.

Finally we peeled ourselves away from each other. I lay beside her, petting her, feeling her, loving her.

"I realize that you were in the heat of passion when you said you loved me. Was that all it was? The heat of passion?" she demurely asked.

"Linda I really wish it was, but I have fallen in love with you. I know it's impossible but I can't deny what I feel. I love you and that's it, period." I confessed.

"Oh Jimmy, we're in a big mess. I was going to tell you today that I was afraid I was falling in love with you. What are we gonna do about it?"

"We'll just keep screwing each other until we can figure out something more permanent. We'll see if we feel the same way when we get back home."

"Okay, that sounds like a deal. I definitely don't want to give up on you Jimmy."

She launched herself at me and jammed her tongue down my throat. I loved it all. Maybe we could get something worked out. She was the best pussy I ever had and I wanted more of it. Hot water from the shower splashed upon our grubby bodies and we washed each other off carefully. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. We got out and dried each other off. We had just finished dressing when I heard mom at the door. I opened the door for her and she stepped inside. I saw her nose twitch. She was smelling our sex.

"What is that smell?" she asked. "It smells like someone had an orgy in here."

"I don't know mom. You know some people throw some pretty wild parties in these motels."

"Well, get your bags and put them in the car. Your dad wants to get breakfast and get on the road. If we hurry we can get to grandmas tonight."

Back in the car and on the road again, with Linda lying on my lap playing with my pecker.

"Please don't do that baby," I whispered, "You know it could shoot off at any moment."

She reluctantly gave up on my dick. The hot Texas air swirled around us. We had all the windows down a couple of inches. Linda was sweating so I leaned over and licked her face. 

"That feels so good," she purred.

Finally we arrived at a gas station. We all jumped out as the attendant filled the tank. Linda and I sought refuge from the heat next to the coke machine. At least it was cool. Mom and dad both went to their respective rest rooms. I cradles Linda in my arms and kissed her hard.

"Oooooo, my pussy was wet outside and now it's wet inside too," she remarked.

I chuckled and squeeze her tits. Mom and dad returned from the bathrooms. Dad talked to the attendant about a good spot to eat. The attendant pointed down the road.

"About ten miles." I heard him say. 

We all got back in the car and headed for the diner. The diner was air conditioned, a rarity in those days. We parked our sweaty bodies in a booth and ate lunch. Fed and refreshed we got back in the Ford for the final lap to our grandparent's house.

After what seemed like a million years, we pulled into the driveway at our grandparents' house in Galveston. We tumbled out of the car and hugged our grandparents. They owned a big house about two hundred yards from the beach. Linda and I got our own rooms but luckily they were on the second floor, far away from the eyes and ears of our ancestors. They also had a shared bathroom between them. Perfect!

I was undressing and getting ready to shower. Linda slipped into the room, grabbed my cock and kissed me hard.

"How are we ever going to make it two weeks without making love?" she asked.

"Well, the old folks are on the first floor and we're up here. That means when we're sure they're asleep, one of us can sneak into the other's bedroom and we can still fuck ourselves to death as long as we are quiet about it."

"That's a good plan if I can keep from screaming when you cum in me. I just want to be with you. Those nights in the motels pretty much ruined me. Now I need your cock more than ever."

"Ah the temptation," I replied, "Grandpa is cooking burgers in the back yard. I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

When she turned toward the door I reached around her and squeezed both of her tits. She sagged back against me.

"Fuck those hamburgers. Let's stay here and screw our brains out," She pled.

"No, no, no, we need to get our asses into the back yard before they start wondering where we are. Besides, I'm hungry."

She spun around and squeezed my cock. It started to rise as she walked to the door chuckling. I hobbled down the stairs behind her, hoping that my pecker would deflate by the time we got to the back yard. Luckily, it did.

The burgers were just what I needed to perk me up. The old folks drank beer with their food while Linda and I sipped some lemonade. She snuggled up next to me.

"Maybe they'll get drunk so we can do it sooner," she remarked hopefully.

"Don't count on it. None of them drink to excess. I'll think of something."

I pondered the problem for a while. Suddenly I got a red hot plan. I motioned Linda over to me and whispered to her.

"Go tell mom and dad that you want to go down by the sea."

She looked at me quizzically and then a smile crossed her lips. She walked over to dad and said something to him.

"Jimmy, come here," dad ordered.

I walked over to him. "Take your sister down to the ocean. She wants to watch the sea."

"Aw, dad, am I going to have to baby sit her while we're here?" I moaned.

"You're gonna do what I tell you to do without whining or I'll thump your ass!" came the terse reply.

I left the yard grumpily with Linda in tow. As soon as we were out of sight, she grabbed my neck and then hugged me to her breast.

"You're a damned genius. Now they'll never suspect us," she gleefully giggled.

"We have a little problem," I said.

"What's that?"

"We need a place to be alone. Prying eyes are everywhere."

"What about the beach?" she asked, "There won't be many people there and there are lots of quiet little nooks to snuggle in."

That was a great idea. The beach was just a short walk from the house. Hand in hand we set off for it. Soon we were romping in the sand. I found a depression in the sand covered in grass. Someone would have to be right on top of us to see us. There was no one around so I led her into our little nook.

"Here's a little nook," I commented, "and there is some nooky in the nook."

"Lucky for you, the nooky in the nook wants to fuck you," she grinned.

I pulled her to me and we shared a deep emotional kiss. My hands found her soft little titties and I squeezed them tenderly. She moaned and grabbed my cock. We fell into the grass. I carefully removed her clothing, remembering the river bank incident. I took my pants off. My cock was painfully hard as I slipped it into her already wet pussy.

"That feels like it just came home," she grunted as I drilled her into the beach.

"Oh yeah!" I answered.

The more times I fucked her outdoors, the better I liked it. Her pussy was shaking around my cock and she came in a gusher of girl juice. 

"Cum in me Jimmy!" she screeched as she came.

I was in no way finished fucking her. I continued to screw her brains out. Soon I felt that wonderful rumble deep down in my nuts. She was cumming again. Her pussy clamped down on me and I lost it completely. The world went away, my eyeballs fluttered and I froze on top of her, driving my dick as far in as I could. My cock started pulsing as my semen drained from me.

"I love it when you squirt into me. It feels all warm and squishy. Maybe when we get home you can put a baby in me."

"We have to talk about that," I panted.

"Don't you want to make a baby?"

"Well, yeah but it's just something we'll have to plan. I can't just knock you up and then leave you."

She pulled some grass and wiped the cum off of her snatch. We got dressed and started walking down the beach. I suddenly kissed her. She swooned in my arms.

"I want your baby, Jimmy, and I intend to have it!" she declared.

Well, that was kind of scary. I loved her. I would like to marry her. But in nineteen fifties America such things were unheard of. They were being done but it had to be done secretly. I pulled her into me and kissed her hard. 

"Be patient Linda, we'll get it all planned out when we get home."

"It better be fast because I might be pregnant by the time we get home."

It suddenly dawned on me that we had been fucking like minks, I had been shooting her full of semen and she was totally unprotected. Oops! We staggered through the sand and got back to the road. She spun me around.

"You're still gonna fuck me, aren't you?"

"I can't give up on that magic pussy of yours. Besides, you might already be pregnant. We had better start making plans for the future."

We got back to the house and went upstairs. I heard the shower come on. When the water stopped, she appeared at my side of the bathroom totally nude.

"Your turn," she chirped.

She knew she had me. I was hooked like a tuna. All she had to do now was reel me in and gaff me.

I got into the shower and started soaping myself. I felt a pair of little hands reach around me and massage my soapy nuts. When I turned around, there she was, totally nude and smiling at me.

"I decided to help you get the beach off," she said.

"Thanks," I muttered as my cock swelled in her hands.

"I just love it when it stands up for me. It's like a playful doggy," she grinned.

I picked her up and slid her pussy down over my cock.

"Do something useful," I whispered.

Her super hot pussy started flexing around me. She didn't move her hips at all. I was amazed.

"You must have one of those 'snapping' pussies I've heard so much about," I moaned.

"I'm gonna make you cum like this," she informed me.

I was trembling. My knees were getting weak. I started bouncing her up and down on my dick. I actually thought I might see steam rising from her hot little body. I pushed her up against the wall as I lost complete control of myself. Her pussy squeezed me. I squirted my seed into her fertile field. 

"I love it when you cum in me," she said, "We're one step closer to parenthood."

She deftly hopped off of my dick, dried herself off and slipped back into her room. I was shaking as I dried off and stumbled to my bed. As I lay there quivering in the dark I slowly accepted the possibility of parenthood. My eyes fluttered shut and I escaped from reality. 

Someone was sucking my cock. I thought it was a dream until I opened my eyes and observed my sister as she diligently gave me a good morning blow job. I was already too far gone to protest. As I gained full wakefulness, I came like a horse.

"Mmmmm, mmm, I just love these morning snacks, don't you?" she whispered.

"Yeah, that was a great way to wake up," I agreed. "Are you trying to kill me with sex?" 

"Not until I get a few babies from you and get you insured," she giggled.

I squeezed her tits. 

"Come on, it's time for breakfast," she cheerfully informed me.

Right after breakfast I retired to my room. I sat on the edge of the bed and thought the situation over. Did I love her or just her pussy? How did she feel about me? Did she really love me or did she just want someone handy to make babies with? My head hurt. I lay down and fell asleep. The pressure was too much. I didn't hear her come into the bedroom, but I felt her lay down beside me. She put one arm over me.

"Hey there, sleepy head," she whispered in my ear.

"Yeah? What's up?" I asked, forgetting what had happened the last time I asked that question.

"Obviously not you," she replied, rubbing my flaccid cock through my clothes. "What's the problem, bro?"

"I'm just really confused about where this thing is going."

"What has you confused?"

"Well first of all, do you love me or do you just want me to squirt a baby in you?"

"Of course I love yo, you big idiot. You're the only one I ever let cum in my mouth. You're the only one I ever let fuck me without a condom. Yes, I love you and yes I want your babies."

Suddenly the whole thing seemed clear to me. When she said she loved me, it answered all the other questions. I rolled into her and hugged her to my chest. 

"We'll have to be very careful until we can make some more permanent arrangements. I do want you to have my babies. I want to start our own family with you. As soon as we get home, I'll find a way." I explained.

"I can live with that as long as I don't have to wait too long. I'll try to think of something too. One of us is bound to come up with a good idea."

Her hot little hand found my iron hard cock. 

"We can't do it here and now," I complained.

"Sure we can. They all went to Houston. They won't be back until way after dinner. Mom told me not to fight with you. I plan on following her orders to the letter," Linda smiled with an evil glint in her eyes.

I slid out of my clothes and helped her out of hers. I licked her nipples and moved south. I couldn't resist her cute little belly button. It must have been connected to something important because she moaned and twitched as I tongued it. I moved lower and licked her vulva. "Oh! Jimmy, that's so good. Do it some more," she moaned.

I could taste her juices as her pussy prepared for the coming onslaught. I gasped her clit in my lips and made a little buzzing noise with them. Her hips jerked off the bed.

"Oh God!" she screamed. 

I did it again and soon she was flopping around like a fish.

"Fuck me now Jimmy! You're driving me crazy! Jam your cock in me; I've got to have it!"

I rubbed my chest across her tits as I slipped into position. Her hands grabbed my cock and guided me home. When I entered her, her pussy was quivering. She was right at the point of cumming so I drove into her hard and fast. She lasted about four strokes. Her pussy was trying to milk me but I wasn't ready yet.

"Gimme my cum!" she groaned. "It's mine and I want it."

She was sliding up and down on my dick at a rate I had not yet experienced. It wasn't long until she got what she wanted. Her pussy clamped down on me once again and this time I responded with a giant dollop of semen. I lay twitching on top of her. 

"Are you happy now?" I croaked. "You damned near killed me with that lethal pussy."

"Mmmmm, I just love it when you squirt in me. We've got to figure out a way to do this all the time."

"You know, it just occurred to me that I'll be out of school in a couple of months. I've already got half a dozen job offers. Maybe I'll just pick the one that's furtherest from home and take you there."

"See, I knew you would come up with a plan, but what are we gonna tell mom and dad about why I have to go with you?"

"Well, I'll just pick a place that's close to a college. You've got super good grades. You can just apply there and move in with me. Mom and dad will bite because they want their baby girl protected."

Of course we fucked each other to death all the way back to Seattle. I graduated from A&E school and moved to Atlanta. Unfortunately, it was not to be. She found some other sucker, threw some pussy on him and hustled him off to the altar. That's how I came to meet and marry Peaches. I started making money and she started making babies. We have three now with another on the way. I haven't seen my sister lately. I wonder who's kissing her now.



Our Trip to Canada



A note from the author - All of the chapters in this story will be listed in the loving wives section, but the plots within them may include a few of the other genres! Let yourself be open when reading something you wouldn't normally read. Amy and Joanna are loving wives to their husbands. And as the title aptly says, Our Trip to Canada, do not expect a tourist guide of the wonderful land that is The Frozen North! 

And credit must be given to one special woman. This story is wholly dedicated to Marie… her inspiration has widened my scope on all things naughty. She truly is my muse and as the good book says… a guiding genius!

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I wearily pulled on the cord that lifted the black blind up the oval shaped window. I yawned and stretched my arms and legs out attempting to ease the discomfort of this seemingly unending flight. My eyes focused on the feathery white clouds that dispersed with fragility as we travelled through them. The way they parted was as if they were welcoming us in and taking us to another dimension. In a way I guess they were!

My husband of five years sat beside me reading a magazine of 'essential' literature as he called it. To anyone else it was simply Playboy. Tearing myself from the terrific view I had over Canada's Northwest Territories, I leant into him. "I'm surprised you haven't stuck the pages together yet. You've been reading that since we left Heathrow and that page you are on now was the same one you were looking at before I fell asleep." I looked down at the scantily clad blonde with her come to bed eyes and her just got out of bed hair. "Gets you hard, does she?"

My hand crept up his thigh and he started to protest. "Don't start on me here, can't you wait?" 

My hand rubbed his denim crutch. "Looks like you have started already and no, I can't wait!" I giggled. Josh flipped the page and lowered the magazine to his lap while my fingers began to stroke his hardening cock. He looked down, pretending to read an article on the well-read page. With my cheek resting on his shoulder I was able to whisper dirtily in his ear. "Shall I unzip these?" The sound of the zip could be heard faintly as I slowly lowered it. "How about I just slip my fingers inside and play with your huge… hard… cock?" I edged my fingers into the opening and felt his dick throb at those last three words. 

He swallowed hard and looked a little flushed as my hand fully disappeared into his underwear. Josh spread his legs allowing me further access and he stifled a moan when my fingers tickled the skin between his balmy balls. He groaned a little louder then quickly turned to the aisle to see if anyone was looking. I squeezed them a little, wanting to get his attention. My lips were close to his ear again. "Mmm, I'm going to take your bulging dick out of your jeans and I'm going to blow you right here, right now."

At once, his hand pushed the magazine right into his lap and he gripped my hand. "Don't you dare, you can't!"

"Why not?" I questioned.

He stuttered out his sentence. "Well, well we're landing soon…" 

I looked out onto the vast plains of barren land and assorted lakes. "Is that the only excuse you could come up with?"

"It's not an excuse." He chuckled, proceeding to poke his tongue repeatedly into his cheek before telling me that I couldn't possibly do such a rude act on a plane. "We'll be landing soon and if we get caught the authorities will send us on the next plane back home." 

As he spoke the grip from his hand was slowly loosening and I took advantage of his nervousness and began to stroke him again. "Listen hun…" My thumb swept over the bulbous head causing him to gasp and jump in his seat. "It won't take long and we have another ninety minutes or so of flying before we even get to Alberta let alone BC." 

"Really? How do you know that?"

My hand gripped around his dick and gently pulled it out of his jeans. "I just know and besides, even if we were thirty minutes away from landing, you know how quick I can get you off when I have my warm… tight… wet mouth bobbing up and down on your cock." His rock hard member pulsed rhythmically in my palm. "Isn't that right?"

I looked at his face and his mouth was closed and he nodded in quick succession. "You horny sod, you're nearly there now aren't you?" My hand continued to pump up and down and his hand scrunched up the pages of Playboy. "Ask me hun… ask me to suck you off."

He shook his head defiantly. My other hand snuck in and cupped his balls. I jiggled them in my palm. "You bitch… that's not fair." He strained the words out painfully.

"I know, and neither is this." Easing my hand into a better position, my little finger grazed over his puckered hole causing him to nearly shoot off the seat. "Now ask me…" One hand was building a steady rhythm on his manhood and the other was playing with his balls and lightly teasing his arsehole open.

"Oh fuck Amy, suck me! Suck my cock you teasing bitch…"

Before I could answer or do anything his hand tugged at my hair and pushed me to his throbbing hard-on. I opened my mouth and plunged him into my moist and welcoming mouth. My lips slid effortlessly down and back up to the purple mound and I flicked my tongue repeatedly over it and around it before impaling it back in. His arsehole twitched as my little finger gained entry into the tight cavity. I knew he was getting close, the way he grasped my hair tighter and tighter was a telltale sign that I would soon get his juicy cream spurting into my waiting mouth. His hips jerked up and a muffled 'god yeah' could be heard from above me. He pushed me further onto his spasming cock and warm jets of cum shot into my mouth, coating my tongue and awakening my taste buds. It hit the back of my throat and leisurely trickled down it. My mouth was awash with saliva and cum and lavishly I swirled it around, savouring every drop before gulping it down.

Josh released my hair and this time I took the magazine and lifted it over his lap, hiding his deflated cock while he recovered. I composed myself in my seat and looked out to the same view as before, empty, uninhabitable land, dotted with different sized lakes. I glanced over at him and he still looked shell-shocked. I placed my hand in his and leant up and kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Enjoy that did you?"

"Hell yeah!" He faced me and our lips locked in a passionate kiss. As the kiss continued I felt the magazine slip beneath my fingers. I opened my eyes slightly and grabbed at the slipping Playboy hopefully catching it before exposing him to any wandering passengers. Just as I grappled with the now crumpled pages my eyes focused on a pair of tanned legs in black heels. The kiss carried on, but slowed with every passing second as my eyes followed up from the heels, the ankles, over the knees and over her stomach and breasts until I reached her smile and finally her eyes. Our kiss stopped and I pulled away. Josh sensed someone was near and automatically placed his hand over the magazine. 

"Umm, would you guys like a drink?" The blonde stewardess asked with a definite glint in her eyes. 

I cleared my throat. "Yeah please… just two glasses of water!"

The blonde held out two bottles of water and Josh and I took them using our free hands, making sure our other hands stayed firmly on his lap.

"Thank you." I said and she smiled and continued up the aisle. I turned to Josh and giggled. "Now that was close."

"You better put me away… or are you intending to do that again before we land?"

"I've had my little play for a while, I guess he should be put away!" With that, my hand crept under the magazine and I placed his manhood back in his boxers and zipped up his jeans. I closed up the issue of Playboy and told him he can survive without it for the rest of the flight. 

There were no clouds in the sky now; just a blanket of light blue surrounding us and below I could see the white tipped mountains of the Rockies. "I think we're flying over Alberta."

Josh peered over. "Won't be long now will it? How are you feeling?"

"Nervous, to be honest. We haven't made a mistake have we? She will be ok with this right?" For the first time it really hit home what the hell I was playing at. 

Josh took my hand and gave it a loving squeeze. "I think she'll be shocked and pleasantly surprised, but I think she'll love it."

Joanna and I had met within a 'bdsm' group over the Internet. Gradually we pulled ourselves away from the rest of the bunch and exclusively wrote to just one another. We shared so many secrets and played multitudes of games. Many games and dares involved the two of us but sometimes her husband, Richard and my husband Josh were involved too. The risk I was taking was pretty big. It would either be a runaway success or a disappointing failure. There was no middle ground here! We'd never met or seen pictures of each other. All we have are our games and our words. And the one thing that makes this whole trip a real eye-opener for me is her experience and I intend to get some! 

I can't deny my lack of experience. I fantasise yes, but have never done the majority of things that we talk about in our emails. I want to be with her, physically, want her great legs, as she calls them, on my back as I lick her distended shaven folds. I've no experience with a woman and I often think, if I had the chance, would I be able to satisfy her? Her personality is dominant yet at times submissive. Her husband is the same, although he has a few quirky moments that I would love to see!

In a way, their relationship is the same as ours, except they are in the reality, and the majority of mine or ours should I say, is fantasy. I'm not saying that Josh and I are missionary people, in fact, far from it. We role-play every now and then or so. He'll get a light spanking from me, or generally just a little kinkiness will creep into the bedroom or occasionally out of it, but nothing overly outrageous. 

And here we are, on an Air Canada plane, flying over Alberta towards British Columbia where I am going to possibly shock her sexy stockings off her.

Josh reassured me. "It will be fine, we'll have a good time with or without her." I smiled at him and he planted a soft kiss on my nose closely followed by an intimate thing that we do with one another, we rubbed noses! 

I again dozed off until I felt Josh's hand patting my arm. "Time to buckle up babe, we're going down…"

"Yeah right, you wish!" I mustered with a wicked smile. I again stretched out my limbs, relieved that in a short time we would be firmly on Canadian ground.

To be continued…