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Shall We?

By: Arianna Lee



So there I was, sitting in the lobby of the hotel waiting for you. As the minutes passed by I could feel the anticipation growing within. I must have looked at the clock fifty times trying to make the hands move faster. I was getting so anxious for you to get there. I had called ahead and made the arrangements for our room. A really nice room with a King size bed and a little sitting area. I couldn't wait to get up there and play with you.

I was wearing a short black skirt with a three-quarter sleeve pink top that laced up the front. Underneath I was wearing my white lace bra and a little white lace thong. Which by this point I could feel that my thong was getting a bit moist with my little day dreams.

I turned my head to the left and I noticed you were coming through the circular door. A smile instantly came to my face and my heart started beating a bit faster. I tried not to seem too anxious to see you. So, I slowly stood up and waited for you to come to me. You greeted me with a nice hug and you said to me with that look in your eye I like so much, "Shall we?" 

I said to you, "I'm more that ready!"

We hopped on the elevator and arrived to our floor. With key in hand we entered our room. I was walking in front of you and I could feel you behind me. I slowed my pace up a bit and you pressed up against my back brushing by me and walking in front of me. Your body remained in contact with mine through the whole movement. To feel you up against me sends a rush of excitement coursing through my body.

You placed your left hand on my waist and reached your other up around my neck grabbing hold of the back of my hair. Then you pulled me even closer, if that is even possible. Looking up at your face you leaned in close to me and your lips grazed mine. My mouth opened and our tongues touched, lightly at first and then things started to heat up. Your tongue probing my mouth made HER tingle. The kissing grew more intense as the minutes passed.

Our hands roamed as we explored each other's bodies. Your hands ran down my back to cup my ass cheeks. My right leg rose up your thigh and around your leg as you pulled my hips in tighter against you. I could feel how hard you were getting. I brought my leg down and ran my hands up under your shirt. I started to take off your shirt and you helped me. And then your hands went to my shirt and undid where it was laced up. 

All I could hear was our breathing. It had become heavier and faster. Knowing that we were getting closer to what we wanted. You took off my top and then undid my bra. We stopped kissing and I was just looking up at you wondering what dirty thoughts were swirling through your mind. Your hands slid up the sides of my waist and came up around my breasts. Cupping them in your hands you started to massage them. You leaned down and started to suck on my nipples, taking them one at a time in your warm mouth as my fingers ran through your hair and around your neck. I leaned my head back and was enjoying how it felt to have you touching me in such a way that I had only dreamed about.

You stood back up slowly and our lips met again. As we were kissing your hand was on my waist and you were walking me backwards towards the sitting area. Holding me still, you lowered me to the couch that was there. As I sat down on the edge of the couch my hands ran down your sides to the top of your pants. I looked up at you and could see by the look on your face you were anticipating my next move. I reached around to undo your pants. Pulling them down your legs and then you stepped out of them. I brought my hands back up along your thighs and ran my hand across your briefs. Taking my hands I pulled them down and you stepped out of them too. I had one hand on your upper right thigh and my right hand came up your other thigh and around your cock. I sat there on the edge of the couch and started sliding my hand up and down your shaft. 

I leaned forward and with my tongue just lightly licked the head of your cock. Just as I did this I heard a small quiet gasp escape from your mouth. Mmmmmm I could taste you already because you were getting wet from what my hand was doing. I slowly slid my mouth over him and was moving in unison with my hand. With my other hand I reached up and while I was sucking you I started to fondle your balls. You slid your hand around to the back of my head and were guiding me. I want you to show me how you like it. Your legs were starting to get a little shaky and I stopped and looked up at you once again. 

You leaned me back and slid my skirt off of me. Then you kneeled down and slid two of your fingers just along the edge of my panties underneath. You got hold of my panties and gave them a little tug. Ohhhhh yes, there is that sensation again. Reaching your hands up to the sides of my panties you wrapped your fingers around the edge and pulled them down. As you tossed them to the side you noticed how wet they were. Looking back at me you had a sly little smile on your face and without breaking eye contact you slid your finger inside of me. I let out a little moan. To feel you touch her after wanting this for so long made me even more wet. 

You continued to slide your finger in and out of me slowly and then slid it back in and started rubbing your finger against that spot deep inside me that drives me wild. I wanted to feel your tongue on her, just like I had imagined while we were kissing. You leaned forward and while your finger was still inside of me massaging that spot you took your other hand and spread her lips apart enough to expose my clit. Leaning down you licked her. Another moan came forth from my mouth. I have longed for you to lick her. Faster and faster you moved your finger and sucked at her and licked her. I could feel myself on that brink. My legs came up and I placed my feet on your shoulders. Feeling your movements down there was bringing me closer and closer. Please don't stop now. I am right there. Oh, God, you feel so good. Suddenly, I felt a wave of sensations run through my body as you worked to catch every drop.

But, you aren't finished with me yet. And I was hoping, because I have thought for so long about all the naughty things you might do to me. She is still so wet and you waste no time in sliding your stiff cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like I have fantasized about. So, as I am still laying on the edge of the couch you are thrusting in and out of me. I could feel her juices dripping down my ass. I am thinking to myself how I want to be in control for a while. So, I stop you, but only for a moment.

You looked at me a little funny wondering what I was thinking of. I stood up and we moved over to the chair. We sat down and I climbed on top of you. Starting to kiss you again, I have her right on top of you. I start to move, rubbing her up and down the side of your shaft. She is so wet and I can feel you get even harder as she moves over you. I move up just a bit and take my hand and guide you inside of my pussy. Slowly now, we start to grind together. I can feel you hitting that spot inside of me that you were rubbing earlier with your finger. We were only in this chair for only a couple of minutes when you decide you have something else in mind for me. 

So you pick me up and walk me over to the bed where I slide off of you. I was feeling a little playful and crawled away from you on the bed. Looking back at you, I noticed you were smiling at my playfulness. So you climbed on the bed too. I turned around on all fours and leaned my shoulders down on the bed with my ass in the air. So, with that invitation you slid your cock inside of her. With your hands on my hips you thrust inside of me. You hear my moans and thrust harder. I reached down between my legs and start to play with my clit. You feel my body start to move back against you. I want you to fuck me harder. It is like I can't get you deep enough inside of me. 

Your finger moves and finds the little pucker of my ass and you run your finger around the outside edge. As soon as you do this I feel myself about to cum. As soon as you slide your finger inside of me you can feel my pussy tighten around your cock and she is dripping down your shaft to your balls. You continue fucking me and just as you were about to cum you asked me if you could cum on my back. I say in a low voice, "yes." Pulling out I can feel the hot juice of your cock hit the small of my back.

This was everything I had fantasized about. I waited so long for you to fuck me and act out some of the naughty thoughts I had about you. I hope we can play again. Because there are so many other things I would like to do with you. So what do you say?? Shall we...

Shall We Dance



Fresh from the shower, I pad out of the bathroom naked, trailing wisps of steam. I head toward the bedroom to see what you've selected for me this evening. The garter belt and stockings are no surprise. The dress you've selected is. It's a slinky cocktail dress with an off the shoulder black lycra top that clings to my curves and then flares into a short, flouncy, skirt that barely falls to mid-thigh. I haven't worn that since New Years. The shoes next to the bed are the Brazilian pair, dark, with short sturdy Cuban heels, just tall enough to lift and accentuate the curve of my bottom but comfortable enough for a long evening. I didn't even bother looking for a bra or panties, they wouldn't be here.

I put on the garter belt, roll the stockings up my legs clipping them onto the belt and then slip into the dress thankful that it still fits. With a giggle I playfully twirl before the dresser mirror, the skirt swirls up. I'd be ever so revealed to anyone watching. With a grin I sit before the mirror and apply the rich red lip-gloss you've left out, you leave me no other makeup for this evening.

I look up and see your reflection in the mirror. You're standing in the bedroom doorway watching; for how long? The clothing you wear is much more casual than mine is. You're dressed in tan slacks, a light blue dress shirt open at the neck, and a gray sports coat. When I stand, you close the distance between us until your body nearly presses against my back, your breath warm against my neck followed by the gentle flutter of a kiss. 

"Are we ready?" you ask but you really don't mean it as a question and you don't wait for me to answer. I merely follow behind you, out of the bedroom, down the stairway and out to the car.

Ever the gentleman, you hold the car door open for me. I am very careful not to sit on my skirt. I shiver, my naked bottom coming to rest on cool vinyl as I settle into my seat. You bend down to kiss me. Your lips possess mine fully, hungrily, before you tie a black blindfold firmly into place and close the car door. I listen as you enter the driver's side; you adjust my seat belt and your arm gently brushes against my breasts. Too quickly you pull away and the car starts.

This is how it has always been. We only go to the club on weekends, at night, and I am always blindfolded. I could not tell anyone where the club is or even how long it takes to drive there. I sit quietly with my hands folded on my lap. I'm excited of course, feeling a bit like a bad little girl trying so very hard to be good. The drive is mostly in silence, reflective. The radio plays soft gentle music, a soothing backdrop for my inner turmoil. You tell me casually we will be performing tonight, which only makes me more uneasy. Will I be clumsy? Look bad? Make you look bad?

I don't say a word but you understand my fear. You try to reassure me.

"You just have to follow my lead; it's my job to show them how beautiful you are." A grin crosses my lips, reassured that you will help me perform well.

We are an odd couple, you and I. You are my master and yet for nearly a year, you've forbidden me the use of that particular word. It's my own fault. I am the one who would use that word inappropriately, without thinking, and often I embarrassed you. When I unwittingly called you "Master" before my own parents it was the last straw.

My mother looked from me to you at first with shock and disbelief that slowly turned to a bemused smile. I flushed with embarrassment; I could feel your rising anger without even looking at you. My father barely noticed; thinking, no doubt it was a rare case of sarcasm on my part.

When we arrived home that dreadful evening you vented your pent-up anger. You tied me face down on the bed and you thoroughly punished my poor bottom with a leather belt. It was the only time I've ever seriously thought about using my safe word. I wonder if you would have stopped; I think so, but I'll never know. Since that night I've not been allowed to use the word "Master".

You can forbid my saying the word but my thoughts will always know the truth. I am yours. A devoted slave and yet you use me like one all too rarely. In our ordinary lives I must play the role of your independent wife, on these special evenings I can become what I'll always long for, what I was meant to be: yours completely.

The car continues through the night. Later, I really don't know how much later, perhaps a half-hour, no more than a full one, the car stops and we are there. Your warm patient hands guide me from the car and finally you remove the blindfold once we are safely inside.

It is a private club; we usually come here every week, but we've come at least twice a month, for years now. You head toward our table and I follow behind. Miss Ruth waves a casual greeting from across the room and heads toward us.

Her two man-servants flank her. They were obviously selected for their looks. Both are tall, muscular, and completely shaven. They could almost be brothers except that one is the darkest ebony and the other is such a pale white that he seems almost bloodless.

Everyone calls them the twins; Mistress Ruth has never revealed their true names. They both wear nothing but leather chaps. The dark one dressed in glossy white leather and the other wears burnished black. I peek at the open juncture of the leather leggings when I think (hope) no one is looking. They're nearly identical there as well. Neither shows the least sign of arousal, they are much too well trained. It is said that with a snap of her fingers they will both become rock hard for Ruth, and if she orders them to they will cum spurting into the air with no stimulation other than her command. It is something I would love to see some day.

The club is hers of course; I don't know it's name or even if it has one. Some of those I've heard talking here refer to it as "the power exchange" which seems apt but is probably more a description than a title.

She is nearly at our table now. I look away toward the stage my eyes stealing one last glimpse of the two men who remain a respectful pace behind her. On stage a demonstration of safe suspension techniques is taking place. A tiny oriental woman who I think is called Annie is bound to a massive eight-foot high tripod constructed of metal poles and tubing. She is wearing nothing but her wrist and ankle bracelets and a pair of impossibly tall high heels but with her hands bound high the heels barely allow her feet to touch the ground. A small crowd has gathered below the stage to listen as her owner explains, gesturing at her using his riding crop as a pointer.

"Mark! How delightful! You'll be able to use the stage in about forty-five minutes. I hope that will be acceptable?"

You offer your consent. We sometimes perform on stage; it terrifies and yet perversely excites me to be displayed naked before these people we barely know. More importantly you want to reveal my submissiveness to them and that alone allows my pride to swell. Last week I was allowed to grovel naked at your feet, my lips servicing you while you watched others perform on stage. Tonight we will perform for them.

My belly clenches as I feel Mistress Ruth's eyes turn toward me. "My, Miss Sarah, you look positively ravishing tonight." I can not look at her; I dare not answer her. She always addresses me with this exaggerated politeness, pretending she doesn't know I am a fraud. I sit at the side of my lover clothed as if I was a free woman. It is what you want, but my discomfort certainly amuses her.

She may be the one person who recognizes the true irony of my situation. You are my master and you want me to act as an independent woman, it is what you demand of me. Because I am your slave I acquiesce to that absurd demand. Why you must pretend that the woman who surrenders herself to your demands is free I do not know. I will play that role as long as you want me to. I would rather be kneeling naked at the feet of my master, like so many others at this club are allowed to do. You indulge me sometimes but what I desire is of no real consequence. You know I wish to wear your collar, you deny me this for your own reasons. I will do as my Master wishes; I will even pretend I can refuse you.

"Can I get you a drink Mark?" Miss Ruth asks.

"Yes please, my regular." Master replies

"And Miss Sarah," her eyes swing toward me again and I hold my breath. "Perhaps I can get you a cup of tea to sooth those frazzled nerves." She certainly doesn't expect me to respond; she knows my true nature. I should sit silently and accept whatever her servants bring me. I should demure to her desires. I definitely am not expected to speak up.

"No thank you Miss Ruth." I boldly proclaim. "My nerves are quite fine and your tea might just makes me need to pee at an inconvenient time."

God what is wrong with me? Her cloying manner just goads me on; I can't deal rationally with this woman. Mistress Ruth's eyes flash with anger and amusement, she seems to enjoy the challenge of my little rebellion. She turns to the pale twin and instructs him to fetch my lover's regular drink. He returns with Mark's bottle of 12 year old Scotch and a glass. He pours about four fingers into the tumbler. His duty finished he steps back to his place behind his Mistress leaving the bottle on the table. Mark offers Ruth a drink but she declines. He raises his glass to salute me and I blush.

"You know Mark; you really ought to put a collar on that cute little bitch before someone else does it for you." Miss Ruth speaks casually about me as I fidgeted under her gaze.

"That cute little bitch is my wife, Ruth, so don't even think about tossing your collar on her." Mark answers showing a flash of the possessiveness that I long for.

"Oh I wasn't thinking about myself. There are others here who wouldn't be the least bit hesitant, married or not. But now that you mention it, I'm sure we could work something out between the two of us... if you'd like."

Her eyes sweep over me hungrily and I shrink down into my chair. I should be grateful, I suppose, for Ruth is arguing for exactly what I desire! I should be kneeling at my lover's feet. I want to wear his collar. Somehow the woman manages to be irritating even when she speaks up for what I desire, but dare not plead for myself. The two of them continue to discuss me as if I can't hear them or more truthfully as if my hearing their thoughts about me is of no consequence.

The demonstration on stage is in full swing now. The little Asian sub is suspended off the floor her wrists bound to one leg of the tripod her legs splayed wide with ankles bound to the other two legs. She is wearing a belt-like leather harness around her waist now that is attached to the chain dangling from the top of the tripod and it takes up some of her weight as her body sways suspended. The handle of her owner's crop is delving between her legs and she squirms delightfully.

"Gentlemen," Ruth addresses her two servants, "Would you be so good as to take Miss Sarah to the Red room and prepare her. Perhaps give her some of that ginger peach tea to help calm her. Make sure she is properly attired. I'll expect you to have her on stage in..." Their Mistress glanced at her watch, "about a half hour."

They stand behind my chair now waiting for me to rise. The dark one pulls my chair back for me as I stand and they both follow me into the changing room. Privacy is hardly a concern for me now. When the door to the red room closes the dark twin stands at my side collecting my dress as I pull it off over my head. He carefully folds it over the back of one of the spare chairs. The pale twin has begun heating water in a hot pot; Mistress Ruth will see that I have my tea, one way or another.

I must remove my garter belt lest it become tangled during our presentation. I toss it onto the chair next to my dress. The dark twin kneels and slides an elastic garter up my left leg to hold my stocking in place. My legs tremble at his intimate caress. His hands reach my upper thigh but he seems unaware of my discomfort. He moves over to my right leg. I barely keep from brushing my hands over his bald scalp. With my stockings secure I stand stripped before these two uncaring men holding out my wrists to be cuffed. The dark twin buckles fur lined leather cuffs onto my wrists and then kneels once more to attach the ankle cuffs. His head is only inches from my bare pussy I perversely want to grab his head and grind myself against it, but he is oblivious. He is ever so careful not to put a run in my stockings as the cuffs are tightened around my ankles. With a nod I am directed to sit at the small table.

My tea is ready and the two of them stand arms folded over their chests watching me sip the hot beverage. The tea is actually quite good with a touch of honey in it and I sit quietly sipping without complaint. I'm sure the two of them would probably force the stuff down my throat if I refused it. Their Mistress gave them an order and they will no doubt go to any length to obey. I don't want to cause them any trouble. When I'm finally done with the tea the time passes in agonizingly slow silence.

At last it is time. The pale one gestures for me to stand and pulls my wrists together clipping them together behind my back. The dark one drapes a short cape over my shoulders closing it around my neck with a clasp that holds it in place. A blindfold is placed over my eyes and darkness swallows me once more. I am shivering now as I'm led back into the main room where our audience waits.

Two pairs of hands guide me forward; I mount the stairway leading to the stage. The darkness still engulfs me but I know what lies ahead, the eight-foot high tripod still commands the center of the stage. The hands stop me and unhook the cape that covers me from neck to thigh. It carelessly drops to the floor. My breath becomes shorter and faster.

They applaud though most have seen me naked before. They saw me transformed from wife to slave just last week when I knelt naked at your feet. Now, I stand nearly naked in my gartered stockings, and my ever so sensible Cuban heels. You have put me on display for them. They applaud in appreciation.

This is more than a private transformation that I perform for my lover; this is panic-filled breathing in the darkness as these strangers drink in my nakedness. Their eyes claim me. I feel a trembling dread as they clap for me, I become theirs for this moment, prey to their whims. The applause slowly fades. They are ready. I'm not sure I'm ready but I vow to you, I won't embarrass you.

The two pairs of unseen hands turn me away from the impatient crowd and I feel the heat of spotlights on my back. They walk me forward until my feet nudge the low metal crosspiece that braces the long legs of the tripod, The bar is about three or four inches off the ground which allows me to slip my feet underneath it, two points of support, a hard piece of reality. It's comforting. One of the twins kneels down, pushes my feet a little further apart before he attaches my ankle cuffs to the bar.

My thoughts are coming in quick gasps now, rapid and scattered like my breath. All too soon these flickering thoughts will be forcefully driven away and I will only feel. Now I can feel sheen of sweat forming along my back even as I shiver. The leather cuffs that hold my hands bound behind my back are uncoupled, but only to bring my hands forward. The two men separate. The one in front of me gathers up my hands pulling me forward as he raises my arms toward the chain that dangles from the peak of the tripod. I'm forced forward but a second crosspiece just shy of hip height forces me to bend at the waist: my balance is shifting, breasts swaying and my upper body tips downward only to be pulled up short by the length of chain. The other man behind me stands and his hands grasp my naked hips, He pulls me back toward him but his only interest is to steady me. I am pulled back off the cross bar and forced to stand bent forward.

It is disconcerting to have these two men handle my body with such indifference. A woman should be lusted after when she is bound naked and helpless in the hands of these men. If their Mistress gave them the slightest signal they would both be instantly ravaging me, pummeling my depths with enthusiasm while my helpless body is buffeted between them. They would do this to me, not for their own pleasure and certainly not for mine, but only for the pleasure their Mistress might derive from my helpless plight. 

I shudder. It is something that I need not fear. You would not allow it. I'm not sure if my shudder is for my ephemeral cravings, or actually for the guilt I feel for those passing desires.

I envy these two men that bind me. I envy them the discipline they posses and the discipline they endured to gain it. I smile inwardly knowing that only a true slave would envy these two slaves. My wrists are secured now and they move away.

The chain is attached running up the front of each wrist cuff. I grasp the cold links pulling them hard against my palms. The chain supports my upper body's weight. It becomes another bit of cold reality. This too is comforting. I adjust my footing as much as my binding allows. I am keenly aware that my torso and hips rock seductively as I sway bent forward before my audience. 

There will be only forty lashes; I've handled that before. The club has it's rules. Only my shoulders and bottom will be struck. I wish it were happening already. Where are you? Why are you making me wait?

Chairs scrape against the hard wood floor, more people gather to watch me perform, someone coughs. They are growing impatient at the delay too. Will they want to hear my anguished shrieks as the flogging makes me writhe in agony?

Undoubtedly!

Will you want to wring those dreadful screams from me as I twist and turn under your lash?

Dark panic and thick sickening fear engulf me as I realize I don't know what you want.

I will not, I can not, fail you.

A recollection of your words

"...Follow my lead. It is up to me to show them your beauty."

Relief! A weight is lifted with the memory. A flicker of a smile crosses my face with this newfound certainty. I have no need to worry. You will lead me.

It is a gift you've given me, like my safe word, a precious present that you bestowed on me. I will cherish it but I know I will never need to use it. I hope you choose the crop, it will hurt a bit more than the six-tailed flogger but the crop is much more accurate and precise; far easier directions to follow.

The crowd is making restless noises, I strain to hear your approach but I can only hear my own ragged breathing and the wild beating of my heart. A hand, your hand, reaches over my leaning back and brushes against my swaying side. I gasp joyfully. You are beside me now, so close I can feel your body's heat. Your hand brushes along my back and over the curve of my squirming bottom. Unbidden, moisture seeps between my lower lips and my body quivers at your touch. Surely you can smell my desire as you bend closer. I feel the six thin leather straps casually caress my thigh. Your free hand is beneath me now running along my quaking belly, soothing, petting, and preparing me as it descends.

It is too much; I want you, no, need you, to begin. My heart thumps louder and I can barely hear your whisper before you step back.

"Shall we dance?"

And we dance.

The whistle of the knotted leather tips slicing the air gives me a fraction of a second to prepare, muscles begin to tighten and my bottom clenches. Pain shrieks out slashing from right to left and my hips twist instinctively away to the left. I can hear the crowds murmur but before I can steady myself and return to my center the leather lashes from left to right with your backstroke. My body lurches to the right as I cling to the chain that holds my torso up. Already tears are forming but I've yet to make a sound. Again you lash out from left to right then back again. My body twists at your command and I gasp at the sheer agony, but you follow without letup another pair of blows and at last I cry out in pain as my body swings wildly back and forth.




Shall We Dance?



I was always watching him. He had no self confidence, and was completely unaware of how delicious his young body appeared, lightly tanned, his muscles long and lean under his t-shirts that were always a little too short. I was lounging on my porch one Saturday morning as he was washing his car. As he worked his shirt grew wet and soapy and clung to his flat stomach and strong chest. My mouth was watering as I imagined crossing the street, lying him down on the hood of his car and giving him the experience of a life-time. I'm not quite old enough to be his mother, but old enough to be considered perverted to be lusting after this hot 18 year old. He looked over at the same time I was staring at his hot young body. 

He dropped the hose and walked across the street looking concerned, "Mrs. "

"Craig, I've told you a million times to call me Lainie."

He blushed a little. I longed to lick his throat where the blush began and bite his earlobe until he couldn't stand it and pushed me to the ground and ravished me. Instead he said

"Lainie, are you ok? You looked like you were about to faint."

I ran my hand up my taut stomach and brushed lightly against my breasts.

"Thank you, Craig, I think it's the heat."

"Um . . .Mrs . . um Lainie. . . "

"Yes Craig?"

"I was wondering if I could ask you to help me out with something.?"

My mind went wild. Yes, Craig, I would love to help you discover what you can do with that hot young body and energetic long cock,Yes, Craig, I would love to show you what it feels like to be deep inside a woman while she wraps her legs around you and moans your name. Yes, Craig, I'd love to show you how to use that sweet tongue of yours on a woman's body until she begs.

"Lainie, will you teach me how to dance."

My hopes dashed to the ground so hard I was amazed that he couldn't hear them shatter.

"Is that all? You look so flustered I was thinking it was going to be something . . . . Huge." 

"Lainie, there's this girl I want to ask to the school dance. And if she says yes, I don't want to look like a complete idiot." 

This was not the time to tell him that if he could use his tongue and fingers in the right way, no one would care if he could dance or even walk upright.

"Of course, Craig. I would love to help you out." 

He smiled such a happy, innocent smile that I almost felt bad about what I was plotting to do. Almost. 

"Mrs. . .. .Lainie, I would do anything you need to have done around the house, free, if you'll help me." 

Who could resist an offer like that?

"Should I go, change?

"Only if you want to dear"

"I probably should, I reek." 

Once again ,not the time to tell him that I longed to lick the sweat off his young body. 

"Good, come over say after dinner. At about eight o'clock."

That gave me plenty of time to shower and get everything ready. I put a bottle of wine to chill and slipped into my ass hugging yoga pants and a sports bra that zipped up the front.  I slipped on a pair of high heeled sandals and waited. 

He was right on time. He looked so sweet and young standing on the porch in a pair of sweat pants and one of his too small shirt. He ran his eyes over me starting at my flat stomach and lingered at my breasts. By the time he got to my smiling face, he was blushing a charming pink. I gestured towards the living room and invited him in. 

"Well, shall we get to work?" 

"Sure."

I turned on the stereo with the remote and held my arms out to him. He awkwardly touched my hands. 

"Craig, you're going to have to relax." I pulled him closer and rolled my pelvis against his. The heels made me a little closer to his height. I felt his cock twitch a little through his sweatpants. I put one hand on his shoulder, the other on the small of his back and began to guide him through the rhythms of the music. 

"Good, lets try a turn. Just hold my hand loosely." 

He took my hand and let me show him how to lead me through a turn. I made sure that his arm brushed against my breast and I bumped my hip against him, feeling him grow hard. He was stumbling so much, I thought I would give him a break. 

"Let's take a break, I want to get a drink." As awkward as he was, it was time to bring out the big guns. He followed me into the kitchen. 

"So, Craig, what are you planning to wear to the dance." 

"I hadn't thought about it," 

"Well you should definitely wear a tie or shirt with green in it, it will bring out your eyes." I turned around holding out a glass with ice and giving it to him. He took it and placed it on the counter. 

"Soda's in the cabinet over the sink." 

"What would you like, Lainie?"

"Oh, something a little stronger." I hopped up on the butcher block centre island. He didn't take his eyes off of me as my breasts jumped. I lounged back, propping myself up on my arms. He swallowed so loud I could hear it.

"Craig, in the freezer there's a couple of chilled glasses and a bottle of vodka. Pour about an inch in one of the glasses for me." 

He obliged quickly. I took a slow sip, knowing that the cold vodka would instantly make my nipples hard. His eyes opened wide. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the obvious bulge. 

"Craig, have you ever tried this kind of vodka, it's peach and it's my favorite." 

"I'm not really much of a drinker."

"Just have a taste of mine" I gestured for him to step closer. He did. I took a sip and grabbed him by the shirt and licked his lips.  His eyes opened wide as he stared at me in disbelief. 

"Would you like another taste?" 

He nodded slowly. I took another sip and pulled him towards me. This time I licked his lips and slid my tongue in his mouth. He moaned softly. I wrapped my legs around his hips and kissed him deeper. He sighed and slipped his arms around my waist. I smiled against his lips and slid forward a little more so I could rub against his big, young cock. He was so big, I could feel it stretch up to his waistband. He gripped on to my hips as I wrapped myself even closer against him. He was really delicious and I wanted to savor every moment. I slipped off the counter and into his arms. As I slid down his body, I pulled his sweatpants down. His ass felt incredibly strong. His cock leapt up at me. It was beautiful, about 8 and a half inches long and so thick I couldn't quite get my hand around it. I knelt in front of him and took him into my mouth. First I licked just the head and he groaned. I ran my tongue down his shaft and gently cupped his balls in my hand. I opened my mouth wide and took as much of him in as I could. I stroked the skin around his balls gently as I sucked him softly. I knew he wouldn't last long this first time, so I helped him along by massaging his ass as I deep throated him. I could feel his legs tighten and heard him inhale sharply. He grabbed the counter and groaned low and loud as he came in my mouth. I swallowed and slithered back up to wrap myself in his arms.  He was flushed and looked like someone had just told him that Santa Claus was real and that he was getting a hooker for Christmas. I downed the rest of my drink and kissed him softly. 

"Why don't we get out of the kitchen?" I led him into the living room. He had paused to pull up his pants. He sat awkwardly on the sofa. I didn't want to waste anymore time so I straddled his lap, with my breasts in his face. He looked up at me and I couldn't resist him. I kissed him and placed his hands on me, guiding him to the zipper on the front of my sports bra. He fumbled with the zipper and got it open. He reached for me and I said,

"Gently." 

He stroked me almost reverently, staring at me fascinated. He lowered his mouth tentatively and touched my nipple gently with his tongue. I arched my back to encourage him. He started to suck gently and reached over to caress my other breast. 

"You catch on quickly." 

He nodded slightly but not taking his mouth away from me. He was getting hard again. I climbed off and removed my bra and slid out of my pants. I stood in front of him naked except for my high heels. He stared at me. 

"It's not fair. You still have your clothes on"

The look on his face said that I could have asked him to set himself on fire and he wouldn't care. He stood up and pulled his pants and boxers off in one motion. 

"Craig, I want you to do to me, what I did to you."

He nodded, staring at me. I sat on the couch and spread my legs. He knelt in front of me and I draped my legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward and licked me gently. I moaned and arched up against his mouth. He then slid his hands under me and pulled me closer to his mouth. He really got into it then, running his tongue all over me, licking and sucking. He reached up and slid one, then two fingers into me. I couldn't help it, I started coming. He looked up at me and smiled, then bent his head back down and sucked on my clit gently at first then harder and worked his fingers in and out. I couldn't stop coming. He continued as I arched and moaned. Three orgasms later I couldn't take anymore. 

"Craig, I need your cock in me." 

He stood up and turned my legs so I was lying on the couch. I reached for him and he lay on top of me. I was so wet, he slid right in. I wrapped my legs around him as he began driving that big cock in me. I threw my head back and moaned. 

"That's it, pound it into me. Keep working it. OOHH, you're going to make me come again" He really liked that and pulled my legs up over his shoulders, working me until I came so hard that I was soaking the couch. He was still hard, so he slowed down to slow gentle thrusts. 

"Lainie can I come inside you?" He was so sweet, how could I resist? I tightened myself around him and kissed his face, tasting myself on him. 

"Yes Craig, but only if you drive it hard when you do." 

The sweet boy was happy to oblige. 

We lay on the couch, exhausted and sweaty. He spooned himself around me and stroked my breasts and nuzzled my neck.

"I didn't learn much about dancing." 

"Then you'll have to come back for another lesson. " 



Shall We Dance?



Star fidgeted with the skirt one last time before walking into the bar. She dressed meticulously for this encounter. Red sleeveless sheath top and black mid thigh skirt topped off with knee high boots in deference to the cold outside. She chose red because it made her feel sexy and it looked great against her mocha skin. She and Ian had been dating for a few weeks and it was time to move things to the next level and she was hoping that this outfit would make that clear. After paying the cover and checking her coat she strode to the bar, taking note of the appreciative glances men were casting in her direction. Once she received her Rum and Coke she turned again and surveyed the club and caught his eye. Her heart skipped a beat as it always does when their eyes first meet. He caressed her with his eyes starting at her face and working his way down to her exposed thighs, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Returning his eyes to hers he began closing the distance between them.

Taking a long pull on her drink to bolster her courage Star met his eyes with a sultry look of her own and waited for him to reach her. As he drew nearer she could see a new light in his chocolate eyes that started a low pulse in her core. There was a slight flush beginning to show on his ivory skin and a quick glance to the front of his jeans showed that he was very happy to see her. "Mission accomplished" she thought to herself and allowed herself to be pulled into his embrace for a welcoming kiss. Just as they came up for air her favorite song began to play and she began to move to the beat. Ian asked if she would like to dance and she finished her drink and followed him to the dance floor. He led her to the center of the quickly filling dance floor and pulled her close for the mid tempo song and they began to move in sync with each other. Star knew that sex with this man would be incredible because he knew how to set the pace but allowed her to dance the way she wanted to. Time passed seamlessly as the DJ continued to play hit after hit and the syncopated beats kept their bodies moving with the rhythms.

Then Ian did something completely unexpected. He began to slide his hand up the inside of her thigh. Surprised Star gasped and glanced into eyes asking permission to proceed. Curious about how far he would take this she arched a brow in challenge. Dipping his head for a quick kiss he kept pace with the music and traced his hand up her thigh and unerringly found her center uncovered, wet and eager for his touch. His surprise at finding her without any panties was shining in his eyes and an approving smile appeared on his lush lips. Wasting no time he began to stroke her sensitive bud sending shudders through her body. Star bit her lip and looked around to see if anyone was watching both nervous about getting caught and turned on by the prospect of being seen. Seeing her hesitation Ian leaned in and said "Ignore them. I want all of your attention." She rewarded his command by flooding his hand with her juices. He continued to caress her using her own wetness as lubrication and she began trembling with the beginning of her climax. Gripping his shoulders she began to pull back and he tightened his grip on her lower back and increased his pace. Bringing his lips close to her ear again he said "Give in to me Star."

When his eyes met hers she saw his determination to please her and she let go of the last vestiges of control and erupted right there in the middle of the dance floor. The force of her orgasm weakened her knees and she tightened her grip on his shoulders to keep upright. As the last aftershock rattled her body Ian straightened her skirt and surreptitiously sucked her juices from his fingers sending more aftershocks through her core. All pretense of dancing gone Star reached up and grabbed his head pulling him down for a soul shattering kiss and stroked her hand over his hard length. Pulling back from the kiss she said "Lets go finish what you have started." Laughing he took her hand and lead her out of the bar.



Shall We Dance?



Music thrums through me, my body undulating in time with the sweet calling. Bodies roll and pitch like waves on the ocean. Each one individual, but submitting to the movement as a whole. Where we will go or what may happen is not relevant so long as we keep moving. I feel my body press against another. The sensation is natural. His firm physique is flattened against my soft curves. There is no mistaking the delicious presence of sheer masculinity. I breathe deeply of his scent, melting into the movement.

I have a new objective. Instead of blending and melding with the crowd, I am focused only on him. I sway my hips, my ass rolling seductively against his crotch. I can already feel how much he enjoys this. Encouraged by his quick response, I turn to face him. He is a handsome one with features only found in Greek sculpture. He is the picture of strength and elegance and for some reason, seeing that kind of perfection here inspires a need to bring him down to the carnal level of a mere man.

My arms crawl up my body caressing my hips, my breasts, and tangling in my unruly hair as I grind against him. The smell of sweat and sex are growing strong. He grabs hold of my waist and pulls me closer, mashing us together. Undeterred, I continue twisting my torso, enticing a moan from his haughty lips. His eyes smolder and he leans in to whisper something to me. I allow him to lead me from the dance floor and we exit through a back door.

He activates a button on his keys and I see lights flash on an SUV as it unlocks. We walk to it in silence. Before I can get my door open to climb in, I am pressed tightly against it. He flips me around so I can see the lust raging in his eyes. I feel myself melt. My core is hot with need. I reach up to touch his face. The gesture seems so small compared to the explosion threatening to burst between us.

His lips come down and crush the breath out of me. His hands are cupping my breasts, flicking my nipples through the flimsy material of my blouse. One moves bravely down, already cupping my sex from under my skirt. He breaks the kiss and nuzzles down to my neck. Nipping at the soft skin, his fingers rub me insistently through the thin satin of my panties. I am all hot, wet, and needy. My hands crawl over his shoulders and my fingers grab greedy fistfuls of his hair, clinging for dear life.

The hand on my breast reaches up and unknots one of mine. Without hesitation, he moves it down so I can feel his approval of me. I begin to unfasten his belt. Her slides my panties out of the way and strokes me with a single finger. Deftly, I open his jeans and pull out his massive cock. It rests in my hand so comfortably. I run my thumb over the smooth, bulbous head. He stiffens and jerks at my touch and I am pleased.

I can tell by his devilish smile that I am about to be ravaged beyond belief. My core is dripping with excitement as his fingers work in me. My hand grasps him and strokes. The next time I run my thumb over the tip, it is wet with precum. I beg him and he willingly obliges. Hoisting me up against the side of the car, he wraps my legs around him.

He prods at my entrance, teasing me and testing my limits. I groan and spur him with my heels. He growls and without any more teasing, he is buried balls deep inside me. Before I can adjust, my mind still reeling from the first thrust, he begins moving steadily. His hips buck against mine, catching the rhythm winding out from the club. I try to contain myself. It's no good. A loud moan slips out, which seems to delight him as he begins pumping me faster, harder. My brain is going numb. My body feels featherweight. I am about to explode.

My orgasm slams into me, causing violent tremors to course through my body as I cling to his shoulders desperately. I am going to float away on this sea of bliss. My eyes flutter closed, but something tells me he is far from done with me.



Shall We Do Some Shopping



It seemed like a boring Tuesday. We were just hanging around, both reading mindless novels. I suddenly got an inspiration and told Dee that today was to be one of my 'special' days. She looked at me with that wonderful twinkle in her eyes.

One of my 'special' days meant that I was totally in charge. Whatever I said to do, she would do with no questions asked. I didn't evoke these days often, but they always turned out to be exciting and fun.

I told her we were going out and that she should follow me to the bedroom so I could pick out what she would wear. Once there I laid out a thigh length denim skirt and a short sleeved rose colored button down silk shirt. A pair of 3" heeled sandals was the only other thing.

She looked at the items and said with a sexy grin, "No under garments?"

She knew all along there wouldn't be!

We were soon at the mall, walking around window shopping. As always, Dee was getting a lot of attention from the men there, and some of the women as well. Being a weekday, there were not that many men unfortunately. We went up and down the escalator a number of times, with a few of the up trips being interesting having men coming up behind us and getting a great look up under Dee's short skirt. I even saw one younger fellow bending down to get a better look. I am sure he got to see her bare ass cheeks and probably a glimpse of her pussy.

We finally ended up at a store that we knew had a special dressing room setup. There were three rooms and they didn't have doors, just curtains. They were around a wall, but if you knew just where to stand you could see half of the first room's curtain. 

We walked around a bit and picked out something for Dee to try on. A little black dress seemed like just the thing. I kept an eye on the fittings room area, waiting for the right moment. I saw a couple heading that way and knew the time was right. They were probably in their early 30's, she was quite plump but he was tall and thin. When she went into the back dressing room, he stood right where I knew he could see at least a little of the first room. I quickly told Dee to go try her things on and to use the first room. She looked at me, I nodded towards the guy standing outside the fitting area, then flashed her a smile and nodded my head. She just giggled and shook her head, but off she went.

Upon entering her cubicle Dee 'accidentally' didn't get the curtain all the way closed. I was standing back just a little from the other fellow and didn't have a clear view of the dressing room. After a few seconds the guy looked back that way and stiffened up. He moved just a touch to his left and I knew he now had a perfect view into the stall and of my wife. I carefully moved to just behind him and could see what he saw. Dee had her back facing out and she had removed her blouse. We both watched as she dropped her skirt to the floor so that she was standing there in only her sandals. 

"Great view," I said, and he almost jumped out of his skin. He tried to speak but I quickly told him that she was my wife and I didn't mind him looking. He gave me a look of total disbelief, but when I indicated with my hand for him to look back, he was treated to a full frontal view of Dee in all her glory. 

Just then his wife came out to show him what she was trying on. I saw Dee quickly pull the curtain completely closed. The fellow stammered something to his wife about her outfit, and then she turned and went back to her fitting room. 

Dee emerged wearing the little black dress. She asked me how I liked it, then looked him straight in the eye and smiled. I told her it looked great and that we should take it. She returned to her room and again didn't quite get the curtain closed completely. In seconds she had the dress pulled off and was once again completely naked for us to feast our gaze upon. We both got to watch her put her skirt and blouse back on and she was just coming out when the guy's wife reappeared. 

Dee and I followed them up to the register and stood behind them as his wife paid for her purchase. We heard her telling him which store she wanted to go to next. He was only half paying attention to her as he kept looking at Dee. When he glanced at me, I looked at his wife, shook my head, and made a 'come along' motion. He was quick on the uptake and told his wife to go ahead to the other store. He wanted to look at a sporting goods store first and would catch up with her in a while.

When they left the store, she went on her way and he just stood around. We paid for the dress and as we walked out I took Dee by the hand and started walking. I knew exactly where I was headed. I looked back to make sure our new friend was following, and he certainly was.

When we walked into the well-known sexy lingerie shop (you know which one) Dee just rolled her eyes. I immediately knew this was going to work out well as the sales clerk was waiting on a customer near the front of the store and it was obvious that the customer was a royal pain and the clerk's attention would be occupied with her. The clerk looked at us when we passed by her and I just told her not to worry about us, we would just be looking around and would call her if we needed anything.

Dee quickly chose a sexy black garter belt and little demi-bra which would push her tits up while not covering them. We walked back to the fitting room and I motioned for our friend to come with us. Dee went in and I had him stand right in front of the cubicle. I stood back just a little so I could keep an eye on the clerk. Dee didn't close the door to the room, of course, and in less than a minute she was once again naked before her new admirer. She put on the sexy garments and turned around in them, modeling for him. I was hard as a rock watching this so I know he had to be also. 

When I told him to go take a closer look he didn't hesitate and walked right into the room with Dee. She cupped her tits and asked him what he thought. Without a word, he lowered him mouth to her chest and took one of her hard nipples between his lips. Dee moaned and put her hand at the back of his head to hold him there.

His hands went to her hips and then moved to stroke her bare ass cheeks. He alternated between her tits, sucking and licking one and then the other. 

A quick check told me that the clerk was still tied up with the other customer at the front of the store.

When I looked back I saw Dee smiling at me and she had that wanton look in her eyes. She took one of the guy's hands and moved it down to between her now parted legs. He ran his hand over her smooth, hairless pussy a few times before sliding two fingers easily into her very wet cunt. Dee sighed loudly and I check once again to be sure she had not been heard.

The sight before me as incredibly sexy. My wife, wearing only a demi-bra and garter belt, having her tits sucked, her ass groped, and her pussy finger fucked by a complete stranger while standing in almost plain view in this store. 

The fellow was really into it and had worked another finger into Dee's cunt. I couldn't tell for sure, but it appeared he also had a finger of his other hand in her ass. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it well as Dee threw her head back and made those sounds that I know meant she was cumming. Her knees buckled a little but he held her up. 

After a minute or so she removed his hands from her pussy and ass and he relinquished her tits. She gave me a look that was both questioning if the coast was clear and asking for permission. I gave an affirmative nod to both.

Dee dropped to her knees and quickly and deftly had his rock hard cock out of his pants and in her hands. I could see he was well equipped and as she reached in to cup his balls with one hand, her other hand stroked up and down the length of his tool. She ran her tongue around the big purple head as few times before slipping it between her lips and into her mouth. This time he let out a loud groan.

I noticed movement in the store and it looked like the clerk and customer might be finishing up. I cleared my throat and when Dee looked at me I motioned towards the store. She got the message and began to really go to work on his cock with her hand and mouth. This was no slow sensual blowjob. She was determined to give him relief and get him off and knew she had to be quick about it. Fortunately by the time my sweet wife had wrapped her lips around his dick, he was so fired up that he was about ready to blow. It only took less than a minute before he grasped the back of her head, forcing his cock deep into her mouth and shot his load down her throat. Dee squeezed his balls and sucked him dry, swallowing every drop. 

She let him slip from her mouth and she shoved his still semi-hard cock back into his pants and pushed him out of the room. She got the door shut just before the clerk reached the part of the store where she could see the fitting room. She gave us a quizzical look when she looked over, but then returned her attention to checking out her customer.

Our friend was still breathing hard and his face was flushed. He was looking at me like he was trying to think of what to say. I smiled at him, told him he was welcome, and suggested that he wash his hands before finding his wife. He got a strange look on his face and brought his hand up to his nose. When he smelled Dee's pussy juice on his hand, his eyes went wide and then he laughed. Just then Dee walked out of the fitting room and saw him with his hand up to his nose. He turned and looked at her, then proceeded to stick his fingers in his mouth and suck them and that brought a big smile to her face. She stepped up to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and grabbed his butt. 

Then she took me by the hand and we walked out of the store. We made it to the parking garage but not into the car. Dee bent over the trunk and pulled her skirt up over her hips. I didn't need any explanation or encouragement. I pulled out my still hard cock, got behind her, and slide easily into her soaking wet pussy. She bucked back against me hard so I knew she wanted it fast and furiously. I was more than happy to oblige. I pounded into her, the sounds of our flesh slapping together echoed in the parking structure. As her orgasm hit, her cunt tightened and squeezed my cock, which put me over the top and I exploded, filling her with my cum.

As my head cleared, I saw that a little old man was standing about fifty yards away, his keys in his hand and his mouth open. As I pulled out of Dee and put my dick back in my pants, I waved to him. He smiled, shook his head, and proceeded to his car. Dee was giggling like crazy as we jumped in the car and headed home. There we would have a nice leisurely fuck and suck session, recounting our little shopping trip.



Shall We Take Him Home?



We used to go to the same pub at least a couple of times every week; became "regulars," and got to know loads of people. Only about a 10 minute walk from home, it was great. One young man of about 20, called Richard, seemed to develop a sort of "crush" on my wife. Don't get me wrong, nobody flirts more than me, and I had a passionate kiss with a few women frequenting the pub, but at that time it was no more serious than that. 

The thing with Richard was that he took any opportunity he could get to tell my wife that he would "love to fuck her," accompanied by a soft caress or two. My wife was not offended at all by this, but was I think flattered that a good looking man of 20 would fancy her. Another thing about this was that whenever she was told this by Richard, she would, whenever we were making love next, tell me about it in some detail, which I admit would get me more excited than normal. 

This became a normal part of our sexual fantasy, leading to me suggesting that she take him up on his suggestion; this again becoming a normal part of our sex talk. 

Nothing was done about this at that point until one night in the pub, whilst a group was singing live, and the pub being full to the rafters, my wife found herself standing in front of Richard in a crowd of people by the bar. I was seated about 30 feet away from them. This wasn't unusual. We would exchange winks and glances at each other various times during the night, not thinking anything about it. This night whenever I looked over to her she was always smiling, as was Richard whenever I looked at him also. 

Later that night when we got home, my wife was really horny, helped by the fact I presumed , that I had coaxed her tits out of her blouse whilst walking home, as we used to do quite regularly.When we went to bed and started to make love, she said, out of the blue," Richard felt my tits tonight!"

She proceeded to tell me, again in great detail, that while she was standing in front of Richard, he had started rubbing her back gently through her blouse, which was worn outside her jeans. She started to lean back against him, and because that must have been like a green light to him, he proceeded to then place his hands inside the rear of her blouse, gently rubbing her back, at the same time gradually moving his hands upwards . Because the place was so crowded, no-one could see this was happening. My wife was enjoying this so much that she did not object when his hands reached the rear of her bra and gently undid the catch. 

He then brought his hands around to the front, still inside my wife's blouse, gradually rising his hands until he met the bottom edge of her undone bra.He then very slowly moved the bra out of his way, and gently reached up and cupped both of my wife's tits; just holding them for a while, before slowly touching her nipples with his fingertips; gently playing with them, to my wife's immense enjoyment .

Because this was happening in the middle of a room full of people, with me occasionally looking over, and with her able and willing to also reach behind her and squeeze Richard's stiff cock through his jeans, my wife was in seventh heaven! This went on for some time apparently with Richard again whispering in her ear that he'd "Love to fuck her," and would she be willing to go for a walk with him behind some nearby garages to achieve that? She politely declined. 

I could not believe my ears as I was told this story, which had the effect of really exciting the both of us more than ever as we were fucking away madly at the same time. It resulted in huge, noisy orgasms for us both. We both enjoyed this episode and it's retelling so much that we immediately agreed that we would love similar events to occur, preferably involving Richard, as my wife certainly by now had the hots for him, and enjoyed describing the feel of his cock to me. 

Some weeks went by until we were again down the local at the same time as Richard; the evening ending by all three of us being invited to another couple's house for a late drink. This took place, with Richard most of the time smiling at my wife and, she told me later , "Trying to look up my skirt."

When the time came to leave, we had to walk down some stairs from the upstairs flat we had been in , and Richard took the opportunity to lean over my wife's shoulder and repeat his " I'd love to fuck you" gambit.

As I walked away , expecting my wife to be behind me , I realized that she had stopped to talk to Richard. She then came over to me , about forty feet away from Richard , and told me what he'd said, and added that if I was in favour, we could carry out what we'd talked about many times before, and take Richard home with us .We talked briefly about the situation, and basically it came down to what my wife wanted; me not wanting her to feel I was forcing her into something. She assured me that she was willing "if I was" and wanted me to make the final decision. 

I asked her what she would like to happen if he did come back with us? She said that she would love to tease him for a while, giving him increasing glimpses of one, then both tits. This then would progress to letting him gradually see up her skirt until her panties were in view, then remove the panties, give him a good view, and then progress to mutual feeling, sucking, and wanking.

When I asked her would she then want Richard to fuck her? She replied , " It might be nice; especially with you watching us ." I walked to Richard and told him that if anything was to happen between us, I would expect absolute discretion, as we all lived in a small village and word could easily get round . He assured me that would be the case, as he was seeing someone too, and we proceeded back to our house. 

When we got home, I put on some nice slow music,and made us all a Vodka and tonic. I sat down on an easy chair, with Richard on a settee, and my wife facing us , sitting on another settee . As we talked , my wife did what she had planned. She gradually opened a few buttons on her blouse, asking us if that looked ok? We obviously said yes, to which, my wife gradually opened all her buttons, showing at first cleavage, then slowly caressing one breast and revealing it fully, to then doing the same to the other breast. Her skirt was quite short anyway, and it didn't need much raising for Richard and myself to get a clear view of her pants.

By now both Richard and myself had erections, both highly visible through our jeans. I was stroking my cock gently through mine, and Richard was sitting on the edge of the settee, barely able to constrain himself. 

I could tell by my wife's manner that she was really excited, and when she asked" Would you like me to take my pants off?" I knew that no matter what anyone had said, she was eager by now to take them off and show her pussy to us. She slid them off, and opened her legs slowly, whilst sliding down in the settee slightly to enable us a better view.

Even though I had seen my wife's pussy many, many times; because I knew that she was showing someone else for the first time, I was wound up like a spring. She asked" Does that look ok?" Both Richard and I said "Wow!", or " Fuck yes!" or something similar.

I was blown away by the excitement and emotion of the moment; so much so that I just had to quickly strip off my t-shirt , jeans and underwear, letting my raging hard cock out into the open. When Richard saw me do this, he immediately followed suit, leaving both of us sitting there hands around our cocks, watching my wife avidly. 

I had never seen my wife's cunt looking better. She was extremely aroused, which showed in the fact that her cunt lips had opened like a flower, glistening with moisture. What a fucking sight! Part of me wanted to wank quickly , and come over her to show my appreciation, part of me wanted to rush over to her to fuck her senseless. I instead wanted everything to take place at my wife's pace, everything exactly as she wanted it. 

She said then" Why don't you come over here, Richard?" patting the settee beside her. I knew that she wanted me to watch a lot of the action just as an observer ( just as my fantasies had planned it!) so she proceeded to kiss Richard and let him feel whatever part of her he liked. 

For the rest of the night we indulged ourselves of whatever we felt comfortable with. At times this involved me watching Richard finger my wife's soaking wet cunt until she exploded ( more than once); him licking her pussy with the same outcome; her wanking him at first slowly, then much quicker, but stopping short of him cumming. 

My wife loved the action of wanking him while I watched, slowly wanking myself. She then sucked his cock, again conscious of me watching.

A fantasy of my wife's had always been for both Richard and myself to insert fingers into her at the same time, which we did, to yet another orgasm from her.

A view I will also remember is when they carried out a 69 on the floor, with great gusto! After some time like this , my wife said" I think it's time for someone to fuck me... Richard?" You cannot imagine the look on his face when told this. You'd swear it was all his Xmases at once!

With my wife leaning back into the couch , Richard on his knees in front of her, he joyfully slipped his rampant cock straight in to full depth within my wife's pussy. This was just amazing to watch for me, and obviously amazing for my wife also, as she shuddered to yet another orgasm immediately, and proceeded to fuck like there was no tomorrow; all the while loving the fact that I was watching it all take place . Nearly all our fantasies taking place at once ( not quite all.) 

From then on it became something of a free for all, with us all enjoying ourselves to our imaginations limit. For long periods Richard and I would "share " my wife; one or the other of us withdrawing, for the other to fuck her . We went from the living room at one point to our bedroom, where we all continued as before.

At one point a highlight for us all was when both Richard and I fucked my wife together; trying at first to get both cocks into her pussy at the same time; then later, with a cock in her pussy and mouth, and even later in her arse and pussy ,which she had always dreamed of.

I lost track of how many times my wife came, and eventually sleep and alcohol overcame all of us. During the night I became aware of Richard and my wife fucking again, standing up by the window, with the moonlight shining on them. A lovely sight.

In the morning, after a strangely quiet breakfast, Richard said that he hoped we could do the same thing again, whenever we wanted, and then left.

My wife and myself waited until the evening, when the after effects of the previous evenings alcohol had subsided, before going to bed earlier than normal, and talking about what had transpired. This soon led to another drawn out, slow session of lovemaking with greatly heightened intensity, as we related our memories of the events of the night before, telling each other what we felt these events meant to us, and how exciting they had been.

There were no regrets at all, and we were united in the sensations we had experienced together ; making us feel if anything more of a couple than before, because of what had transpired. 

This, as it turned out , was a new beginning for us as a couple; allowing us to talk to each other even more openly than before. Sharing our thoughts, fantasies, secret desires; allowing us to take a freer attitude forward from then on. Experiencing as many things as possible, only limited by common sense, and our imaginations. 

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e regulars were also. One young man of about 20, called Richard, seemed to develop a sort of "crush" on my wife. Don't get me wrong, nobody flirts more than me and I had a passionate "snog" with a few women frequenting the pub, but at that time it wasn't any more serious than that.

The thing with Richard was that he took any opportunity he could get to tell my wife that he would "love to fuck her", accompanied by a soft caress or two. My wife wasn't offended at all by this, but was I think flattered that a good looking man of 20 would fancy her. Another thing about this was that whenever she was told this by Richard , she would , whenever we were making love next, tell me about it in some detail, which I admit would get me more excited than normal. 

This became a normal part of our "build up", leading to me suggesting that she take him up on his suggestion; this again becoming a normal part of our "sex talk". Nothing was done about this at that point until one night in the pub, whilst a group was singing live, and the pub being full to the rafters, my wife found herself standing in front of Richard , near to the bar, whilst I was seated about 30 feet away from them. This wasn't unusual, we would exchange winks and glances at each other various times during the night not thinking anything about it. This night whenever I looked over to her she was always smiling, as usual, as was Richard whenever I looked at him also.

Later that night when we got home, my wife was really horny, helped by the fact I presumed , that I had coaxed her tits out of her blouse whilst walking home, as we used to do quite regularly, when the time seemed right. When we went to bed and started to make love, she said, out of the blue," Richard felt my tits tonight!"

She proceeded to tell me , again in great detail that while she was standing in front of Richard, he had started rubbing her back gently through her blouse, which was worn outside her jeans. She started to lean back against him, and because that must have been like a green light to him, he proceeded to then place his hands inside the rear of her blouse, gently rubbing her back, at the same time gradually moving his hands upwards . Because the place was so crowded, no-one could see this was happening. My wife was enjoying this so much that she didn't object when his hands reached the rear of her bra and gently undid the catch. 

He then brought his hands around to the front, still inside my wife's blouse ,gradually rising his hands until he met the bottom edge of her undone bra, when he very slowly moved the bra out of his way and gently reached up and cupped both of my wife's tits, just holding them for a while before slowly touching her nipples with his fingertips; gently playing with them to my wife's immense enjoyment .Because this was happening "in front of" a room full of people, with me occasionally looking over ,and with her able and willing to also reach behind her and squeeze Richard's stiff cock through his jeans, my wife was in seventh heaven! This went on for some time apparently with Richard again whispering in her ear that he'd "love to fuck her" and would she be willing to go for a walk with him behind some nearby garages to achieve that? She politely declined.

I couldn't believe my ears as I was told this story, which had the effect of really exciting the both of us more than ever as we were fucking away madly at the same time. It resulted in huge, noisy orgasms for us both. We both enjoyed this episode and it's retelling so much that we immediately agreed that we would love similar events to occur, preferably involving Richard, as my wife certainly by now had the hots for him and enjoyed describing the feel of his cock to me.

Some weeks went by until we were again down the "local" at the same time as Richard, the evening ending by all three of us being invited to another couple's house for a late drink. This took place, with Richard most of the time smiling at my wife and, she told me later , "trying to look up my skirt". 

When the time came to leave, we had to walk down some stairs from the upstairs flat we'd been in , and Richard took the opportunity to lean over my wife's shoulder and repeat his "I'd love to fuck you" gambit. As I walked away , expecting my wife to be behind me , I realized that she'd stopped to talk to Richard. She then came over to me , about forty feet away from Richard , and told me what he'd said, and added that if I was in favour , we could carry out what we'd talked about many times before, and take Richard home with us .We talked briefly about the situation, and basically it came down to what my wife wanted; me not wanting her to feel I was forcing her into something. She assured me that she was willing "if I was" and wanted me to make the final decision.

I asked her what she would like to happen if he did come back with us? She said that she'd love to tease him for a while, giving him increasing glimpses of one , then both tits. This then would progress to letting him gradually see up her skirt until her panties were in view , then remove the panties , give him a good view and then progress to mutual, feeling, sucking ,and wanking. When I asked her would she then want Richard to fuck her? She replied , " It might be nice; especially with you watching us ". I walked to Richard and told him that if anything was to happen between us, I'd expect absolute discretion, as we all live in a small village and word could easily get round .He assured me that would be the case, as he was seeing someone too, and we proceeded back to our house.

When we got home ,I put on some nice slow music , made us all a Vodka and tonic, and sat down on an easy chair, with Richard on a settee, and my wife facing us , sitting on another settee . As we talked , my wife did what she'd planned. She gradually opened a few buttons on her blouse, asking us if that looked ok? We obviously said yes, to which, my wife gradually opened all her buttons, showing at first cleavage, then slowly caressing one breast and revealing it fully, to then doing the same to the other .Her skirt was quite short anyway, and it didn't need much raising for Richard and myself to get a clear view of her pants. By now both Richard and myself had hard-ons, both highly visible through our jeans. I was stroking my cock gently through mine, and Richard was sitting on the edge of the settee, barely able to constrain himself.

I could tell by my wife's manner that she was really excited, and when she asked" Would you like me to take my pants off?" I knew that no matter what anyone had said , she was eager by now to take them off and show her pussy to us. She slid them off, and opened her legs slowly, whilst sliding down in the settee slightly to enable us a better view. Even though I had seen my wife's pussy many, many times, because I knew that she was showing someone else for the first time, I was wound up like a spring! She asked" Does that look ok?"Both Richard and I said "Wow!" or something similar. I was blown away by the excitement and emotion of the moment; so much so that I just had to quickly strip off my t-shirt , jeans and underwear, letting my raging hard cock out into the open. When Richard saw me do this, he immediately followed suit, leaving both of us sitting there hands around our cocks, watching my wife avidly.

I had never seen my wife's cunt in better condition; she was extremely aroused, which showed in the fact that her cunt lips had opened like a flower, glistening with moisture. What a fucking sight! Part of me wanted to wank quickly , and come over her to show my appreciation, part of me wanted to rush over to her to fuck her senseless. I instead wanted everything to take place at my wife's pace, everything exactly as she wanted it.

She said then" Why don't you come over here, Richard?" patting the settee beside her. I knew that she wanted me to watch a lot of the action just as an observer ( just as my fantasies had planned it!) so she proceeded to kiss Richard and let him feel whatever part of her he liked( as long as the whole thing roughly followed our talked about fantasies which had taken place whilst we fucked over a long period of time).




Shall We Take Him Home?



For the rest of the night we indulged ourselves of whatever we felt comfortable with. At times this involved me watching Richard finger my wife 's soaking wet cunt until she exploded( more than once); him licking her pussy with the same outcome; her wanking him at first slowly, then much quicker, but stopping short of him cumming. My wife loved the action of wanking him while I watched, slowly wanking myself. She then sucked his cock, again conscious of me watching. A fantasy of my wife's had always been for both Richard and myself to insert fingers into her at the same time, which we did, to yet another orgasm from her. A view I will also remember is when they carried out a 69 on the floor, with great gusto! After some time like this , my wife said" I think it's time for someone to fuck me. Richard?"You cannot imagine the look on his face when told this. You'd swear it was all his Xmases at once! With my wife leaning back into the couch , Richard on his knees in front of her, he joyfully slipped his rampant cock straight in to full depth within my wife's pussy. This was just amazing to watch for me and obviously amazing for my wife also as she shuddered to yet another orgasm immediately , and proceeded to fuck like there was no tomorrow, all the while loving the fact that I was watching it all take place . Nearly all our fantasies taking place at once ( not quite all!) 

From then on it became something of a free for all, with us all enjoying ourselves to our imaginations limit. For long periods Richard and I would "share " my wife, one or the other of us withdrawing for the other to fuck her . We went from the living room at one point to our bedroom, where we all continued as before. At one point a highlight for us all was when both Richard and I fucked my wife together, trying at first to get both cocks into her pussy at the same time; then later, with a cock in her pussy and mouth, and even later in her arse and pussy ,which she had always dreamed of, and was in fact quite successful. I lost track of how many times my wife came, and eventually sleep and alcohol overcame all of us. During the night I became aware of Richard and my wife fucking again, standing up by the window, with the moonlight shining on them.

In the morning, after a strangely quiet breakfast, Richard said that he hoped we could do the same thing again, whenever we wanted, and then left. My wife and myself waited until the evening , when the after effects of the previous evenings alcohol had subsided, before going to bed earlier than normal and talking about what had transpired. This soon led to another drawn out, slow session of lovemaking with greatly heightened intensity , as we retold our memories of the events of the night before, and telling each other what we felt these events meant to us , and how exciting they had been. There were no regrets at all, and we were united in the sensations we had experienced together ,making us feel if anything more of a couple than before, because of what had transpired. 

This , as it turned out was a new beginning for us as a couple, allowing us to talk to each other even more openly than before. Sharing our thoughts, fantasies , secret desires, allowing us to take a freer attitude forward from then on, experiencing as many things as possible only limited by common sense, and our imaginations. 

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