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The Other Man

By: PaxtontheMeek



I wish I could say, in retrospect, that Kara and I were made for one another. We weren't. Actually, from the moment we met, she thought I was a self-righteous hubris prick. I thought she was a childish idiot. I guess, in our own little ways, we were both right. I still am full of myself and use it to get her into bed. She still just reads romance novels and says I use too many dime-words. But it works for us. 

She was twenty-two when I met her. I was the same age, but I felt older. She felt younger. I had just gotten out of an engagement a year earlier with a woman named Marigold. One R. It was a two year long relationship, a one and a half year long engagement. When she left our hearts were mutually broken, though I suppose I took it harder. For all the pompousness I exhibit, I'm still a thin-skinned romantic. Kara was the first who even made me smile. Well, more than smile, she gave me back erections and the desire to bed a woman again. God, it felt good to be a man again.

Problem was we met online and she, though still a little girl at heart, had been fucking a man name Rich. He was in his mid fifties and a father figure. Married, separated. You know the story. He never told her a nice word in her life and simply bedded her over and over again. Hotel rooms with broken headboards. She was a sex kitten. And I was envious. I wanted so badly to hit Rich over the head with a tire iron and keep her to myself. She wanted it to, I thought, but never said as much. Just that she wanted me more. Four years with a man, even one that abused her, was superseding the concept of us.

It started off as phone sex, one night, after some mild flirting. She sent me a picture of her glorious breasts after I joked that she should. Fully expected a chimpanzee or something along the lines of a grotesque expression, I nearly choked on my tea when I saw them. Large, beautiful, pink tipped with large nipples. After swallowing the tea I told her I wanted to call her, wank off to her. She agreed. But even that didn't go as planned. She was so nice, so kind, so sweet. I just wanted to talk to her. A 20 minute lewd call turned into a four hour conversation. The four hour conversation turned into a week long flirting. The flirting turned into her coming to my apartment. And that's how I became the other man.

She was short, very short, 5'1. But her breasts were huge and held tightly up in a white, button down shirt. Her large, beautiful breasts, 36C I would later find out, would barely be contained. She was also wearing a green, plaid skirt as per my fantasies. Cliche as it is, I loved seeing her in them, in this bad schoolgirl outfit. Her face, oval and beautiful, with little black glasses in square, block fashion covering her startling green eyes. Strikingly green eyes that seemed to light up the room and cause the fabric of my crotch to become strained. She was beautiful. I wanted to fuck her, then make love to her, then call her a goddess. And repeat the procedure.

We wasted little time. I scratched the small of her back. She leaned up to kiss my earlobe. It was quite a jump, I was over a foot taller than she. Still, she wants to bring me to my knees. No wine, though we had it. No frozen novelty drinks. She moved me to the till, Victorian pattern of the bed. She pushed me down upon it, with her left hand against my chest, and pushed me into the mattress. A light, gentle humming them as he began to button down the shirt. One at time, looking me in the eyes and swaying left to right, as she made he way down the shirt. A few buttons into it I undid the button my crotch and zipped down. No underwear. 

"Now, now" she said gently taking my hands up, a momentary pause in the strip tease, and put them on my chest, "I want you to keep your hands off my cock, baby." She moved down the button string until the shirt was eventually discarded with a shy little shrug, he back turned to me. A blue bra, barely large enough to hold her. I could see that just from the strap. She turned around too reveal sultry, alabaster cleavage. I smiled up at her, really more of a foolish grin, as she played with her breasts, humming a little strip tease. Then she took up the hem of her skirt and raised it slowly, her hips moving in slow circles as she turned her back to me once more. She bend over then to reveal a pale, beautiful ass in a matching blue thong underneath the skirt. "Well, hullo there, baby." My left hand jaunted out to smack her playfully on the left ass cheek. She squealed and feigned indignity as she took a step away. Then she dropped the skirt to the floor and kicked it aside.

Now she was just barely wearing anything. A matching blue thong and bra. I smiled to her and she winked back to me. My cock, by no means gargantuan, was at it's full seven inches now and she was eyeing it carefully. "And hullo to you, too." I made a joke about a one eyed monk, a private joke, she laughed and ruffled up her short, red hair before pealing, pealing, excruciatingly slow pealing out of her bra and thong set. She left the shoes on. I don't know why. I didn't much care at the time either. So now it was my turn. I had to carefully ease out of my dickeys and my shirt. I didn't wear underwear, something she loved. 

So then she'd plant a dozen kisses onto my bald head, pushing her breasts into my face. I tentatively kissed back. She moaned happily, giggled, and then she put a hand on my balls and began stroking them gently, happily. I got goosebumps all over my body at this point as she began to lay kisses all over my face. Through trying to simply use me for sex, it was apparent that she loved me. Wanted me in more ways than one. But that light dimmed. Back to the vixen act. 

She pushed her breasts together and squeezed them around my cock. It felt fantastic. She carefully lowered herself down and manipulated her breasts so that those large, beautiful nipples ran up both sides of my cock. Her eyes didn't leave mine. Mine couldn't leave hers. She giggled again, a low, sultry giggle. "I want it in my mouth. Will you let me, baby?" I just swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded a few times. She breathed heavily on my cock, her cock really, and then lowered her mouth around it. I'm by no means wide, but a little over a quarter. I was amazed at how her little throat, the one that belonged to this little girl, could so easily slide down my head and into my pubic hair. She didn't even hesitate. She even rubbed her nose into the hair and hummed a light little laugh.

She then tighten her lips around my cock and slid back up moaning. She was literally dripping wet. I sat up at the edge of the bed to put a guiding hand on the back of her head. I watched a single drop of her juice slide down her shaved pussy and onto her left thigh. It made a slow, serpentine journey to the carpet. That was the last thing I saw for a good, long while as my eyes clamped shut due to pleasure.

She didn't want to stop, though. She didn't want me to enter her, spread her pussy lips. No, not until she had me right where she wanted me. A low, light, bombing motion then, like a buoy on the sea, as she lowered herself down, and up, down and up, humming all the while. I had never had it so good, I had never even had it close to that good. I told her so through moans, sweat and holding her to me. She began to laugh once more before I told her to stop before a came. I told her to stop, screamed at her that I was near my limit. She just stopped, looked at me innocently, batted her eyes like a little girl and then put her mouth around me cock head once more before taking me all the way in and grunting, humming and fucking me harshly with he mouth. I came loudly, moaning, screaming, cursing, using profanity. She just took up my cum as though it was nothing, She didn't drink it, no, she just inhaled it. And then she inched he way off me once more and smiled up at me. "You like that baby?"

I didn't respond. Not even a grunt. My sweat had congealed on the small of my back as I hit the mattress. She was laughing once more. She began raking her fingers over my inner thighs. "Oh it wasn't that bad hunny. Come on. I need you cock in me." And she'd continue to rake, playing with my balls happily, like a kitten, like the sex pot she was. Then back down my thighs. Already life was stirring in me again. God, it felt good to be a man. God it felt good to have a cock rise up again through the numbness, the static in my ears, the sensitivity that racked me.

As my flaccid cock came back to life she laughed gently. "There's my one-eyed monk." She leaned down to take the head of it again, pealing back the foreskin to swirl her tongue around it. I was instantly aroused once more. This time I put a hand on her forehead and pushed her off of me. She gave me a little pout, her lower lip hanging out. I just stood up and grabbed her by the wrists to drag her up to eye level. Well, close enough. And then I kissed her deeply, my tongue in her mouth. My cum barely left an aftertaste, but it was the hottest mouth I had ever kissed, been in. Then I thrust her onto the mattress and spread her legs. Already a pool of juice was leaking onto my sheets. I would find it hard to care.

She took charge once more. For such a timid thing, she really wanted to be in control. Her thighs just wrapped around my waist and her ankles locked behind my back. Then she dragged my sensitive and hard cock into her pussy. But her pussy was small. The pushing was hard, at first. "Fuck. You are so much larger than Rich." An inch and a half, I'd find out later. Made all the difference, it seems. So she grunted and pulled as I pushed once more. To no avail. I put my right hand atop her clit then and carefully played with it in the rhythm of a clock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. A little girlish grin and a deep growl as I finally parted my way into her. Oh, I had never felt that before. It felt fantastic. I said as much. "I know, baby," she said in a sultry whisper.

I had never cum inside a woman before. And I would like to say that I had pushed into her, out of her, like I did Marigold. But I didn't. Her pussy was tighter, smaller, she did her exercises. I could not hold out. Unlike Marigold, who I could literally fuck slowly or quickly for hours, she just pulled her muscles in and contracted around me. I hardly lasted five minutes. But I gave it all I had. I pulled out until her legs squeezed me, forced me to stay in, and then a deep, hard push. I felt her cum, as she so much wanted to, all over me. A squeezing of my waist and my cock as she cried out in a throaty tone. Then she started gasping for air, he body convulsing. I was dragged in and, given the heat and moisture, came quickly. She laughed then as I fell down and covered her with my sweat-laden body. 

I crawled out of her, which she pouted slightly to. A light whimper before she grinned at me. We positioned ourselves together, a snuggle, a spoon a reverse. Her breasts against my chest, our eyes locked, neither of our glasses made if off. And then the charade fell. No more sexy vixen, no more sex kitten. Just a girl who wanted more than sex. She smiled softly to me. A gentle kiss to my lips, I reciprocated. A deep sigh before she began playing with my cock. 

"Hey now," I said simply. I wanted love at the moment, and besides which, my cock ached. She just kissed my nose and nodded. We fell asleep. A few hours later she would suck her juices off of my cock. Later we would go on the first real date of her life. Ice cream and a movie. Then we would make love for the first time in her life. But that's another story.

The Other Man



The Other Man

Part I, An Introduction

You know how some women almost always ask about the previous person you were with before. It's a mystery why females are like that, but it's almost inevitable to happen. Embarrassedly enough, I am one of those girls but not for the reasons you might think. 

Ever since I can remember, the images that have excited me and made that little part of me tingle below were not of your typical well-endowed man stroking his rock-hard cock in his dimly lit faux bedroom. They were of the voluptuous young vixen found in the centerfolds between the staples, looking rather innocent, but ready to go with the first sensuous lick she might encounter in the ensuing moments. I can remember being shown picture after picture from these magazines when I was younger by my older cousin who thought she was taunting and teasing me at the time. What she didn't know is that I would sneak back up to her room when she left the house and actually look at them out of my own curiosity and deep-seeded pleasure. On several occasions, I recall being totally alone in the house with only these magazines and my own wondering fingers to keep me company, entertaining myself to the point of total exhaustion. 

I never acted on these strange impulses with actual partners. Rather I would from time to time, go into the bookstores as a teenage girl and stand right along side these sometimes discreet older men gawking at the pages of women in the faint, matted booklets. Almost upon seeing the first girl or even before that, the anticipation of what I was about to find, I would feel the dampness begin to flow. Sometimes it would continue to soak through to my jeans, depending upon how much time I was allowed to view these alluring pictures of these young beautiful women and at that time, their exposed natural bounty.

Now before you misunderstand the situation, let me state for the record, I am not gay in the sense this story is beginning to allude to. But I do happen to think that women have an extraordinarily beautiful shape to them that men could never possess. The shape and size of a woman's breast, the color and sensitivity of her nipples and how slender her body is in proportion to the rest of her is something I heavily admire. And with just the right combination of body and possible personality, the thought of being with such a woman for an isolated period of time would almost be too much for someone like me to handle, especially if given the perfect situation. But again, I could never totally give men up for any one woman. I love the feeling too much of sliding up and down a man's engorged cock while watching him squirm with that exciting pleasure that only a good, wet, hard ride could provide. It has often been said that the power to send a man over the edge into an orgasm is one of the greatest feelings in the world. I would have to agree, it is powerful and such a turn on to watch, even if you're not the main reason for it, it's still amazing…

As I mentioned earlier, I had never acted on these lingering thoughts before and my past sexual experiences were with typical boys and men throughout my life. But one night something unusual happened and I got a chance to explore my oldest desire with the strangest of bedfellows.

Part II, The Descent

Both my husband and I are on our second marriage. And we have an extremely non-conventional relationship with his ex-wife. We have tried very hard to maintain a welcoming atmosphere for everyone involved. I would even venture to call her and I somewhat friends, as she and I talk more to each other about their kid than she does with him. So it was not unusual for me to be at her house delivering some kid clothes for the next day. 

"Hey," I said as she opened the front door of her townhouse and greeted me.

"Hey, thanks for dropping the stuff off," she responded, as I walked to the kitchen table to lay the bundle of clothes down. "It's suppose to be really chilly in the morning, then taper off, but I appreciate you bringing it over tonight." I noticed she was wearing a long tee-shirt nightgown and no bra, probably getting ready for bed because it was late. I could faintly see her semi-erect nipple through the shirt and for a minute I had one of my old passing thoughts.

"It's no problem," I told her walking toward the door again. Because of the unusually warm temperature that night, I wasn't wearing too much either but an old tattered gray t-shirt and a pair of old cotton shorts. I didn't bother with a bra either because it was just supposed to be a ten-minute jaunt over and back. We only live minutes from each other, so these trips were typically quick and painless.

"Can you wait a minute, I've got some papers I need for him to see from school. I forgot to leave them the other day, if you can give them to him. You might want to look at them too. They involve all of us," she explained.

"Sure." I took them and made my way to her couch, as she motioned me to sit down for a moment. As I was mulling over the content, I could feel her brief stare and then she looked away shyly, as if counting the dust particles in the air. Samantha, I've come to find out, is somewhat of a demure person. Expressive when she's comfortable, but it always took a few minutes for her to warm to a person again. I, on the other hand am very open and straight forward, especially when it comes to strangers. With her, I was more reserved for obvious reasons. Our personalities were polar opposite, but it worked for us. 

I sighed and lay back on her couch after reading, exhausted from the day. I caught a small chill from the cool air blowing directly on me from a vent above my head. It made my nipples stiffen and rub against my shirt uncomfortably. I don't remember if it was a conscious move or not, but I tugged at my breast and cupped it in my hand while scratching at it. This made the fullness of my C-cup visible to anyone happening to look. She offered me something to drink, but I needed to get back before too long. There was something on her mind, but I misread it being about the papers. 

"You alright?" I turned my head to ask after a small awkward silence.

"Yes," she quietly said. The further stillness was uncomfortable for another moment. And that's when it began to get a little bizarre. There must have always been a bit of sexual tension between the two of us because it wasn't exactly a new feeling for me. She and he had divorced because she professed that she was gay and to him, that meant the end of things for them. Ironically though, he began seeing me with full knowledge of my liking and for lack of a better term, taste for women and their beauty. We had talked about women and their wonderful attributes in detail before being together. He and I were best friends when they were married. He said talking to me was like talking to one of the guys, which always made me feel good. Go figure. Anyway, things slowly progressed from there with tortoise speed and by the time I realized what was actually happening, I was sucked into the strangest situation.

She moved her hand over my hand and lifted it up to her shirt. I could feel her semi-erect nipple and the roundness of her breast underneath the material. A sudden rush of excitement filled my mind and the wetness began almost immediately, seeping right through to my shorts. I've always thought she was attractive in a small mousy way. She was slender and from what I could tell and gathered from conversations with my husband, had nice sized breasts for her build. She was an inch taller than my five foot four frame, but her nipples were apparently smaller than my full sized ones according to him, but nice all the same. 

"You know, this is a little weird," I muttered, as I began to cup her in my petite palm.

"Yes," was all I heard, as her conversation streamed away from any lucid thought I might have heard. She then tenderly reached underneath my shirt that was gapping open slightly and cupped my bare breast. She found my erect nipple hardening to the point of rigidness and gasped gently while staring down at my chest. I moaned a little, at the touch of her hand against the side of my breast, then felt her fingers squeeze and rub around it softly. 

"Could this be happening? Oh my God, this was a little unreal. Not with my husband's ex-wife. This stuff didn't really…?" any thought processes halted, as my eyes and head involuntarily rolled back. My legs spread apart just a tiny bit, simultaneously like they always did when someone would play with my tits and it was at that moment that I knew what was going to happen was actually happening. My shaven pussy was now throbbing with anticipation. I could feel my clitoris becoming engorged and knew it must be protruding outside my swelling walls. Inside I was begging for her to touch it quickly, but we weren't there yet. There was still more to explore before going there. 

I slowly reached for my shirt and peeled it off, throwing it unto the back of the couch. My breasts heaved with the motion and again the cool air took advantage of my exposed nipples and made them rock hard against her fingers. I began lifting off her nightshirt and was surprised to see, besides being braless, she wasn't wearing any underwear either. Conversely, my underwear was so sopping wet that I was sure I had a small puddle below me; I could feel and smell the dampness of it.

My hands wondered around her exposed C-cups and I finally saw the beautiful pink tips he had described to me so many times before. They were full and beginning to stand straight out as the air reached them. My soft caresses became more forceful. I bent over to lick one of them gently with the tip of my tongue. I couldn't help it. It puckered at my touch and I had never had that feeling before, but it was so overpoweringly sensual, I was hooked. I could see the goose bumps on her areola begin to rise.

She shuttered as I continued to cup her and fondled the other side of her effortlessly with my hand. It seemed so natural to do. Sucking on her tits a little harder, I felt her small hand reach around the inside of my leg under my shorts. Aching to be stroked there, if only for her to find the wetness she had caused, I awaited her touch. My pussy was wrenching until I felt her fingers slide beneath my underwear and glided over my lips, to find the tip of my clit. 

"On my God," was all I could think, as her fingers grazed along my swelled walls and around and overtop my clit. 

If she had had a free hand and would have fingered me while touching me there, I would have cum immediately, but her one hand was still feeling around my breast, squeezing and cupping it gently but firmly.

I lifted my head away from her breast and instinctively she lowered her head to my lap. I spread my legs apart even more, exposing the drenched underwear to her face. She lifted my panties up from my tender moist skin again to expose my throbbing walls to her awaiting mouth.

"Wait," I muttered and stood up and began to pull my shorts and underwear down. They fell to the ground quickly, as they were saturated with the heavy wetness. 

I fell onto the couch naked with my legs spread apart, exposing liquid trails sliding down the insides of my tan toned thighs. The room wasn't lit very well, but it must have been quite a site to see the wetness stream down my legs. She quickly found her way between them with her fingers and tongue again, but this time, with both hands. 

All I could do was lay there, legs spread apart and enjoy her mouth going to work as she tongued and massaged my inflamed pussy and swollen raised clit. Her fingers spread me apart so much that there was hardly any where she wasn't touching with either her tongue or wandering fingers. I bucked her face slightly, as she rubbed two fingers around the ridge of my pussy hole and her tongue flicked lightly on my clit, which sent my head spinning even more. Then I reached around her and felt her breasts heave heavily back and forth with the motion of her licking me. Her nipples felt so wonderfully stiff that I rubbed and squeezed them again and made her moan out loud. 

That seemed to inflame her even more, as she began to finger me with the two fingers while continuing to suck and flit at my clitoris. My body shook under her control and moments later, her pinky found its way down to my ass and I could feel her rub around the rim. My bucking became uncontrollable and my body convulsed with such a powerful orgasm, that I was sure I had caused a bruise on her soaked face. She continued to lick me, as wave after wave overtook me, sending me over the edge countless seconds afterwards. I sat there, my pussy throbbing between my legs, in sheer ecstasy.

"My turn," I said catching my breath seconds later, as I pushed her onto her back on the couch. Her pussy, also smoothly shaven, stared up at me, so invitingly swollen at first site. I could see tiny streaks of juice sliding down the inside of her leg and smell the sweet odor coming from between them. It was a wonderful scent and I didn't waste anytime, as she lay there legs spread open for me. My fingers began to feel around and I gently parted her engorged walls to expose her sensitive nub standing straight up. I had never seen one up close like this before, but instinctively, I knew what to do. I know what I love from a man and that's exactly what I started to do with her.

I lightly licked around her clit with the tip of my tongue. She moaned out loud and bucked, as I continued to flick down her canal, not giving her the satisfaction yet of sucking full on her clit. I slid my fingers down closer to her wet hole, while still keeping her lips spread, I played a little with her clitoris head with my thumb. Her hole was tight, but my fingers found their way, sliding easily down inside. 

"Right there, ummmm," she gasped and twisted a little.

That sent her squirming even more and the moaning turned louder with each flick. My fingers slid inside her hole deeper and I felt around the inside of her trying to find more sensitive spots. My tongue, still gently licking between her clit and hole, was still teasing at her. The tip of it was so close to her clit, but I would only lick the top of it and then return to the inside of her walls. 

"Hmmmm, uhhhh…" she moaned. "God….," she shuttered again.

I decided I wanted to finger fuck her even harder, so I finally gave in. My fingers began to slide deeper inside of her and this time, I moved in on her clit with my entire mouth, sucking and licking. Her inflamed body bounced around and I could hear again, the muffled screams and moans coming from her. She bucked so violently, as I rubbed and fingered her harder, but somehow, it didn't hurt. Her pussy swelled so much that in the middle of it, I could finally feel that part that rises on me when I'm about to cum. I concentrated on that part of her and it sent her into vicious wonderful spasms. 

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum," she squealed.

I stroked her some more and felt a rush of wetness come from her hole and drench my mouth and hands. It felt so good. I could feel her pussy throbbing around my face, as I continued to suck and finger her. Everything smelled of sex and her juices, it was absolutely mind-blowing. I continued until I felt her throbbing pussy slow down to an almost normal rhythm.

(So this is how you guys feel after eating us out.)

Moments later, as we both lay on her couch breathless and spent, I told her I had to get home. I had used my shirt to wipe my mouth off. That was a mistake. A thought occurred to me and I began to get really concerned to the point of being almost in a panic.

"How the hell am I gonna explain this?" I said.

"You should wash your hands before you go, at least," she suggested quietly. I got up and went over to her kitchen sink to scrub, but alas, I could still smell it.

"Got time for a shower?" she asked.

"I don't think so, but thanks," my mind was searching for excuses. I headed for the door again but this time, walked out. I heard it shut behind me quietly.

Getting into the car, all I could think about was how I was going to explain to him having sex… with her. And my equal, if not, larger dilemma, how was I going to explain to him that I wanted even more… 



The Other Man



Two month ago I had a unique, perhaps once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I was on assignment in Atlanta. I'm a management consultant and I was working there for about two months. One evening while eating dinner at a casual restaurant, I noticed a young woman across the room looking at me. She was with a man and they were visiting between looks across the room. At one point she got up and walked right next to me. She smiled. She was attractive, about 30, auburn hair, looked Irish, and a nice figure. She was wearing slacks and a blouse, appeared to be in good shape, about 5'5" tall and I would guess 120 pounds. At this point I began to get a little curious. I smiled back. Over the next 20 minutes she looked my way again several times. The man she was with left then. She began to walk my way again. When she was adjacent to me she said hello. A sweet voice and cute Irish accent I might note. I said hello back and smiled again. It looked like she wanted to say something but didn't quite know how to go about it. 

I said, "Can I help you?" 

She didn't respond. I asked her if she would like a seat. 

She smiled and said "Yes."

After waiting a few uncomfortable moments I initiated our conversation by introducing myself and asking her name. 

"Sharon," came the response. 

She apologized for interrupting my meal. I noted that it was my pleasure being joined by such an attractive young woman. She smiled. I told her I noticed that she'd been looking my way. I asked her if she thought she recognized me or if I looked like someone she knew. 

"No it's not that," she said. 

"Well?" I said questioning. 

She started slowly, "It's my husband's 35th birthday and we were thinking..., well we were exploring the possibility..., well we thought it would be fun...." 

She paused again. "I'm sorry." She said. "This is hard to talk about. You see, my husband would like me to..." I looked at her and waited. Finally she said. ".. to be with another man while he watched."

Sharon breathed deeply after she had finally gotten it out. Her face was red and she looked nervous. 

"Wow." I said. "What does that have to do with me." 

"Well, you looked interesting." She said. 

"Interesting?" I responded. "I'm flattered." I said. "So you think you might be interested in having sex with me while your husband watched? What makes you think I'm interested?" 

Sharon said, "You looked nice, well groomed, professional, mature, safe, and kind of sexy." Sharon was starting to relax as by now she knew I was not outraged at her proposition and was in fact flattered. "Thank you." I responded. "And why should I be interested in you?" I questioned. 

Now Sharon responded, "Aren't most men interested in an opportunity to have sex? Don't you find me attractive?" She asked. "It won't cost you anything. We'll be safe. We're not crazy or anything. If you're not interested I'm sorry I bothered you." She said.

It was fun teasing Sharon with my questions. She was cute and innocent and naïve -- and she had a very hot body. 

I said, "You are very attractive and I do like sex. Let's talk." "When would this sex take place? And where? Does your husband want to participate or just watch? Do you do this often?"

Sharon responded, "No, we tried to arrange it twice but it didn't work out. This would be the first time. We could do it at our house, or somewhere else. We can do it tonight or some other night. Joel, my husband wants to watch." 

We spent the next fifteen minutes telling each other about ourselves then I turned the subject back to sex.

"And what kind of sex do you like?" I asked. 

Sharon hesitated briefly then said, "I like to be on top so I can control the movement, so I can watch." 

"And what does your husband like?" I asked. "Or rather, what would he like to watch?" Needless to say I was getting aroused as the conversation continued, I think Sharon was to. She was getting more comfortable and had a delightful girl next door look. 

"Well", Sharon said, "I think he would like to see me getting screwed hard with the man on top." 

"You mean fucked in the missionary position?" I said. "And?" I questioned. "Anything else?" 

"Yes." Sharon said. "I think he would love to see just about anything. Maybe he would like to see another man giving me oral sex." 

"And how do you feel about that?" I asked. 

"I think it could be fun." Sharon answered "Especially if the man was nice." 

"Are you okay with someone cumming on your body?" I whispered. Sharon blushed and shrugged her shoulders -it seemed like something she had never thought about. "Do you give good blow jobs" I asked. "I'll do my best." Sharon answered. 

"And if I want to fuck you in the ass?" I questioned. 

Again Sharon blushed and grimaced, "I'll try whatever you want if you are gentle and if you do this for us." She said.

As far as I was concerned that phrase "I'll try whatever you want" cinched the deal for me. I told Sharon I was very interested but I was not sure she would be willing to go through with it. I asked Sharon to unbutton the top button on her blouse and show me the goods. She grinned and looked around nervously then unbuttoned the top button. 

"And the next" I said. 

Sharon hesitated. I told her it would barely uncover the top of her bra. Sharon discretely unbuttoned the next button. 

"Delicious looking." I teased. I then told Sharon that to show she was serious I wanted her to go to the restroom and remove her underwear and put it in her purse then put her blouse and slacks on and return. Sharon protested that her blouse was to thin and her nipples would be too visible. 

"Exactly the point." I commented. Hesitating briefly, Sharon excused herself and went to the restroom. I was wondering it she would return but sure enough, a few minutes later she returned -- no panty line under her slacks and her aroused nipples very visibly protruding through her blouse with a nice amount of exposed cleavage. I then told Sharon that I very much wanted to see her but not tonight, I wanted her and her husband to think about it some more. I told her if she was sure she wanted to go through with it to call me early next week and we'd set something up. I told her if I went through with it there would be some rules. She would have to do as I asked. I would get some time with her before her husband came in the room. No drugs, no cameras, no other people and the promise to never tell. 

I asked Sharon how many other men she'd ever had sex with. 

She answered, "My husband and one other years ago." 

"Any children?" 

"Yes, but at camp for two weeks." 

Any criminal past? 

"Heavens no." 

I asked Sharon to tell me her measurements. 

"36-26-37, C cup bra." 

I then asked her to give me a phone number and an address. I gave her a card with my number. I was a little reluctant to be so forthcoming but I sensed in her case it would make her more comfortable and more likely to carry through with the plan. I told Sharon I hoped to hear from her early next week and I asked her what her favorite adult beverage was. 

"Champagne." she answered.

The next Monday, Sharon called around 11 pm. She said that she and her husband Joel had thought about it all weekend and were very excited about going ahead with the plan. I told her that Friday evening would work for me and that I would arrive at her house at nine. I told her that Joel could be there when I arrived but he would have to leave or else I would. "You said you'd do whatever I want." I reminded her. "I'm going to fulfill your husband's fantasy but some of my own fantasies as well." I told her. "I can't wait to see you."

After work the next night I went to a local boutique and purchased some sexy lingerie to send to Sharon. A black low-cut lace bustier with garter straps, black satin and lace thong panties and black seamed stockings. I also purchased a shear white baby doll nightie, two bottles of champagne, a blindfold and some sex toys. I wrote Sharon a note telling her that I wanted her to wear the enclosed lingerie or exchange them for the right size if something didn't fit, with a sexy dress or skirt and blouse and have a few glasses of champagne before I got there to help her relax. I told her not to have any sex this week until our meeting on Friday, but to wear the enclosed butt plug during the day this week. Sharon was attractive and had a great figure and pleasant face. But she was shy, inexperienced with men, and had never been unfaithful to her husband. I admired her for her willingness to consider this for her husband, though I think she was looking forward to it as well. I still wasn't sure she'd go through with it in which case I would be out a $150 bucks in lingerie and sex toys. I had the lingerie, butt plug, Champaign and note delivered to her home.

I couldn't wait for Friday to arrive. I called at noon to confirm. So far so good, she still seemed nervous but anxious to go ahead with it. She had been very flattered with the gift and said they fit perfectly. Yes, she had been wearing the butt plug.

I arrived a few minutes before nine. I had a bouquet of roses and a duffel bag with a few items. Joel met me at the door and shook my hand. He looked nervous but also excited. He thanked me for coming over and said he hoped I would have a nice time. He asked about the duffel bag and I told them I had some body lotions and sex toys. Sharon greeted me in the entryway, she looked radiant. She fixed her hair and was nicely made up. She had a snug black miniskirt and semi-sheer black silk blouse. The snug sexy clothes made me realize just how nice her figure was. I greeted her with a friendly kiss on the cheek and handed her the flowers. She thanked me for coming. I asked her if she was nervous. She said yes but had had a glass of champagne to help calm her down. 

She said, "Don't worry; I'm not going to back out now."

I told Sharon she looked fantastic and that she didn't need to worry, while I was in charge I had no interest in doing anything but making us both feel good. I asked Joel to put some nice music on and pour Sharon another glass of champagne before he left. I asked Sharon if she was ready to follow orders. She smiled and nodded in the affirmative. 

"Great." I said and I gently embraced her and gave her a very warm full kiss on the lips. Joel watched as he walked over with the champagne. As Joel stood there I told Sharon that she was going to be my sex toy for the rest of the evening. 

I said. "We are going to play a little game of "Simon Says" to see if you are ready to follow orders and go through with this." 

I said "Simon says rub your breasts and pinch your nipples through your top." 

Slowly at first she began to feel her own breasts. She was self conscious with a stranger giving her orders and her husband standing there -- but she complied. Next I said, "Hike up your skirt and show me your ass." 

Sharon turned and hiked up her skirt. "Wow!" She had a great ass framed by the garter straps and thong panties. 

I told Sharon to talk dirty to me and tell me what she wanted. 

She said. "I want to have sex." 

I reiterated, "Talk dirty." 

Sharon responded, "I want to get fucked." 

"And?" I said. 

Sharon said, "I want to suck your cock." It was clear that this was not normal conversation for her but she was cooperating. 

I opened my duffel bag and pulled out a blindfold. I told Sharon I was going to have a little fun with her body and that being blindfolded would heighten her senses. I told Sharon to drink the champagne that Joel had just given her. And I told Joel to put the blindfold on his wife. He seemed nervous but excited. The bulge in his slacks was obvious and his hands trembled as he placed the blindfold. 

As Joel stepped away I walked up behind Sharon and pulled her tight against my body facing Joel. Her hair smelled delicious and I slowly ran my hands over her body. I watched Joel as my hands traveled first over Sharon's hips and waist then up her sides, then gently tracing over her breasts before traveling back down over her stomach and front. Reaching the bottom of her skirt hem I slowly pulled the tight skirt up. Joel was beside himself as I peeled her skirt up uncovering her stocking tops and garter straps then her panties came into view. With her skirt bunched mid-hip level my hands moved to her blouse. I unbuttoned the top button slowly then traced my finger in the valley between her breasts. Then the next button, then the next. Joel fidgeted and the bulge in his slacks was huge. Sharon made soft moaning sounds and no doubt was well aware of the hard cock being pressed against her ass. 

Another button and the bustier cups were clearly visible with Sharon's tits bulging in their confines and heaving as she took deep breaths. It was clear that Joel was willing to allow this to happen. 

I pulled up the blindfold and told Sharon to give her husband a good bye kiss and walk him to the door. 

"Yes Simon." replied Sharon with a smile. 

Joel reluctantly headed to the door after I reminded him our deal involved me having some private time with Sharon. I assured him I would be gentle and offered to let him take my wallet and keys if it would give him some comfort. Joel left and after locking the door I walked with Sharon and my duffel bag to the guest bedroom. 

Once in the room I looked around and began planning. They had a large bed and a very comfortable room. I replaced the blindfold and held Sharon for a few minutes rubbing her back and shoulders and letting my hands wander. I nuzzled my mouth to her neck and began nibbling. I turned up the heat in the room and sat Sharon on a chair and told her to relax while I prepared to give her a body massage. As she sat blindfolded and obedient, I removed the covers from her bed and placed a waterproof painter's canvas under the sheet. I placed Sharon seated in the center of the bed and told her that I was going to massage her body with lotion. I told her not to worry about her clothes and that I had protected their mattress. Before Sharon could respond I kissed her on the lips and firmly placed my hand on her full breast for the first time. This will be fun I assured her. I told her that if she would like we could call Joel on his cell phone and he could listen but not come home yet. 

"He'd like that." she said. 

As she said the number I set the bedside speakerphone on and placed the call. When Joel answered I said, "Listen and enjoy."

I took one of the bottles of lotion from my bag. I pulled open Sharon's blouse and removed the cap and slowly poured the lotion in the valley between her breasts. A heavy stream of lotion ran down the valley. I moved the bottle back and forth pouring large amounts of lotion over her breasts both inside and outside her blouse, covering her tits with piles of lotion. Taking a second bottle of lotion I pulled the front of one bustier cup forward and filled it with lotion before letting it go, encasing Sharon's tit in a soft lotion bath with the overflow running down over her tit both inside and outside her blouse. I repeated with the other tit and Sharon moaned but didn't say anything. When the second bottle was empty I began massaging the lotion in. Her blouse and bustier were soaked, smooth and soft. I kneaded her breasts as I explored their fullness and brought her nipples to attention. They were straining and visible through her lotion soaked blouse and bustier. I laid Sharon down on her stomach and took more lotion and repeated the steps this time focusing on her ass and thighs. Again the lotion soaked in leaving her mini skirt and panties soaked and clinging to her body. She moaned contently as I massaged her thighs and ass. I removed my own clothes now. More lotion was poured on Sharon's back. A ten minute massage followed. Returning to Sharon's front, her thighs and pubic area were massaged through her clothes. Sharon's moaning increased. It was time for more. I unbuttoned the remaining blouse buttons and peeled it off taking in the sight of her breasts bulging from their confines. I next unzipped her skirt. I slowly removed it being careful not to pull down her panties or stockings. This was one fine specimen of womanhood glistening in a coat of warm lotion.

I decided it was time to get Joel's attention. I removed Sharon's panties by ripping the thin fabric on the sides. Her nicely groomed bush was beautiful. I quickly moved between her legs, wiped the lotion from my target area with a clean towel and attacked her cunt with my mouth. For the next 15 minutes I kissed and sucked on Sharon's clit and pussy lips. In a few moments she was moaning and thrashing wildly. 

She moaned "It feels so good, more, more." The sounds were loud enough for Joel to hear her clearly. I didn't know if her reactions were exaggerated for Joel's benefit of if she was truly that excited. 

I paused to catch my breath and retrieved a vibrator from my bag. I lifted Sharon's legs and placed the tip of the vibrator between her lotion covered ass cheeks. I turned it on and slowly worked it in her ass. She was squirming like crazy and moaning like there was no tomorrow. I suspected that she had never used a vibrator this way before. 

I turned to the telephone and told Joel I had a vibrator stuffed up his wife's beautiful ass and was going to make her cum. The vibrator comfortably planted, I resumed nibbling on Sharon's clit. She continued thrashing and in only a few moments erupted in an orgasm. 

I told Joel it was my turn to cum next as I climbed between Sharon's legs and placed my rock hard tool at the entrance to her hot wet cunt. As Sharon was still catching her breath I began entering her. Needless to say she was well lubricated and my six inches was quickly balls deep in her pussy. I told Joel his wife's hot cunt was being fucked by a stranger as I pummeled her in the missionary position. As I pumped in and out my hands massaged her tits and between breaths I provided Joel with a detailed description, "My big cock is now fucking your wife's cunt. She likes it. I am going to fuck the daylights out of her. Her tits feel so good. Sharon is so hot." 

She was moaning about how good my big cock felt. I pull the bustier straps from her shoulders and peeled down the cups revealing her full breasts. It was heavenly. It wasn't long before I climaxed flooding Sharon's cunt while I mauled her tits. I collapsed on top of her to catch my breath and we hugged and squirmed, covered with warm lotion, as we rested.

I turned to the phone again and told Joel he should come home to watch what else I had planned for his naughty wife. I told him she was going to give me a great blow job and get fucked in every hole before the night was over. I told Joel to bring a pizza and get home if he wanted to watch rounds two and three. Joel said he'd be home soon. 

I removed Sharon's blindfold and begin French kissing her while I fondled her body. We laid and cuddled giving Joel time to get a pizza and get home. I told Sharon that when Joel arrived I wanted her to be on top of me getting fucked when he came in the room. We heard Joel pull-up in the driveway. By now I was plenty hard and lay in the middle of the bed and told Sharon to climb on. Sharon was still wearing the lotion soaked stockings and bustier. She quickly mounted me sliding her soaked hot cunt on my vertical cock. As Joel entered the room I took another bottle of lotion and squirted it all over Sharon's front and began rubbing her boobs and butt. Sharon was oblivious to Joel, focusing on getting and giving sexual pleasure as she rhythmically fucked herself. I could feel her cunt muscles gripping my rock hard cock which was impaled to the hilt in her love tunnel. Her lotion covered body glistened in the low light and her beautiful boobs begged to be massaged. Sharon was putting on quite a show alternating her speed and raising almost completely off my cock before slamming down. She was very vocal, moaning and grunting and every few minutes grabbed my head and smothered my face in her cleavage while she caught her breath. 




The Other Man



Sharon and I were both well on our way to another climax. Sharon really got into it with lots of noise and aggressive humping. As I pawed her breasts I literally ripped her bustier top completely off. Joel looked stunned as he sat watching. Sharon was completely lost in the moment as she worked herself to orgasm pumping my cock and rubbing her own clit as I massaged her tits. 

Sharon alternated between gasping for breath and moaning "Oh fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming" When we both came Sharon collapsed on me to catch her breath while I fondled her ass.

I asked Joel to fix each of us a drink. I told Sharon we were going to shower up before continuing in the family room. I showered first and borrowed a robe. As I headed to the family room I told Sharon to clean up then dress in something sexy and come downstairs. I popped a Viagra and went downstairs for my drink. A few moments later Sharon arrived. I was impressed; she had beautiful sheer stretch pink lingerie, a very low cut bra, garter belt, bikini panties and stockings under a sheer white robe. She looked angelic and seemed ready for more. I complemented Joel on how quickly his wife had become a horny slut in the making. We shared some pizza and quickly downed our drinks. Joel was polite and quiet looking at us both intensely.

I told Sharon to come sit on my lap facing me. We made out for several minutes with me rubbing her panty covered ass and suckling her breasts and neck and getting some passionate French kisses. 

I was ready for my blow job. Sharon got on her knees on the floor in front of the couch I was sitting on and positioned herself for the dirty deed. She removed her robe and opened my robe and reached for my penis fondling it gently as it grew. For the next 15 minutes Sharon worked on my tool. Given our prior action I was able to enjoy the sensation far longer than normal without losing it. As the time approached I contemplated whether to unload in Sharon's mouth. I decided to position Sharon sitting on the end of the couch with me standing over her such that she could continue to suck on my cock. As it came time to unload I pulled out and dumped several streams on Sharon's bra and cleavage. I told her to massage the cum on her skin. As she complied it was clear that she was completely into her role. Joel was masturbating in the. I told Sharon to go get my bag and grab a vibrator and masturbate for Joel and I while I regained my strength. For the next 30 minutes Sharon laid on the couch and blissfully brought herself off a couple of times by working her clit with a vibrator. 

Joel had cum in his pants and went to change into clean clothes. I was gradually regaining my desire. When Joel returned I called Sharon over to the couch. I told her to remove her robe and panties and lean over the arm of the couch. I grabbed some lubricant from my bag and began massaging it on Sharon's ass. I also lubed up my cock in preparation. I next took a clean vibrator and inserted it into Sharon's pussy. I told Joel I was going to fuck his wife's ass while he watched. Sharon was leaned over the couch such that she was facing Joel and he could see her tits hanging from her bra as her ass rested on the arm of the couch. I reached around pulling her bra cups below her nipples and fondling them. They were firm indicating her excitement and anticipation. I slowly worked first one then two fingers in Sharon's ass. She squirmed. She was ready and so was I. My cock followed. In short order I was fully and snugly inserted. Sharon was moaning before I even began to pump. For the next 10 minutes I worked in the out, occasionally resting or stopping to massage Sharon's ass cheeks. I told Joel how great his wife's ass felt around my cock. I asked Sharon if this was the first cock she had had in her ass. She didn't answer but grunted "Oh god that feels good." The pace quickened and I began pounding forcefully into her willing back hole. The feeling of her soft round ass against my groin was fantastic. 

Sharon trembled in orgasm before I finished. I unloaded what seemed like a gallon in Sharon's back hole. We were both near exhaustion by the time I came and we collapsed for several minutes on the couch.

I went to the bathroom to clean up and dress. When I returned I told Sharon to go give Joel a blowjob. Joel was in heaven as Sharon, naked and on her knees on the floor in front of Joel's chair, began worked on his aching member. I walked over to Sharon and took a vibrator and turned it on and stuck it in her ass. I told her to take Joel deeper down her throat as I worked the vibrator. 

I told Sharon "Simon says let Joel cum on your face." 

As I watched Joel's eyes rolled back in his head and he grunted and pulled his cock from Sharon's mouth. Sharon sat compliantly while Joel erupted with several streams of hot white cum plastering her face. The shy innocent wife was knelling on the floor with cum dripping down her face, a vibrator still buzzing in her ass and a load of my cum in all her holes. 

I let myself out and ended one of the most incredible evenings of my life. I left my duffel bag -- I hope Joel and Sharon would have some fun with the handcuffs and ankle restraints we hadn't had a chance to use. 

Several weeks later I came across Sharon's address while cleaning my briefcase and decided to send her a gift card to a lingerie shop as a thank you. Not long after I got a call from Sharon and Joel. They said they were enjoying their growing collection of sex toys and sexy lingerie. As we visited I admitted I thought about our adventure frequently and hoped they had enjoyed it as much as I had. They both admitted it had been an eye-opening experience and they still got excited when they thought about it. Joel mentioned that Sharon's birthday was in two months. I quickly mentioned I would be more than happy to play host for her birthday party at my timeshare in Vegas.

In an authoritative voice I said "Simon says you should plan to come." 

They didn't respond other than a chuckle. I told Sharon I could arrange any number of interesting experiences. 

"Would you like to try some bondage, become a weekend exhibitionist, or take on a few of my friends in some gang-bang action for the special occasion?" I continued. "Joel and I could share you for the weekend or he could stay home and baby-sit and we could make him a video of our weekend escapades?" "Maybe we should dye your hair blond and show you off around town for the weekend." "You would look great in a tiny bikini around the pool or a black leather skirt and bustier at the casino." 

As I hung up I said "Simon says call and let me know your schedule so I can make the arrangements." 

Sharon giggled a nervous laugh but neither she nor Joel said no. I could tell from her voice that she was excited thinking about the possibilities. I penciled in the date on my calendar. I'd love to burry my head between those delicious tits and pound that beautiful pussy and ass again. 

We'll see.



The Other Man



The drive there was mercifully uneventful as I could barely stop thinking what was to happen to me. My dear Master was working away and has left me in the care of a friend of his. I've never met this man and I don't even have a photo! I get the final message from my Sat-Nav... I'm here. Tall, red-brick buildings loom in an obviously working class area. I feel nervous. What's this house going to be like? What is he going to be like?

I gather my things from the boot of my car. Not rushing. I wonder if he's looking out of a window, watching me? I notice my hands shaking as I pick up my bags. Can't turn back now. Not that I could have anyway. My Master trusts this man, and so now must I.

Forcing myself forward, I look out for the right numbered house... Ahh, number 26. This is the one. The paint is cracked on the door. Shakily, I knock on it. I don't have to wait too long for a response. The door opens almost immediately and I see him. We lock eyes and stare at each other a moment before he beckons me in, wordlessly!

'Your room is up the stairs and on the right, go and put your bags down and use the bathroom. Then come back down to me when you're ready.'

'OK, I respond... to which he tells me: 'I am Sir to you; off you go.'

Blushing, I take myself upstairs to the sanctuary of my new room. The door has a window in it. No privacy! It is quite an old-fashioned room and hasn't been decorated for a number of years. The wallpaper is dirty and peeling and the net curtains on the window are filthy.  The bed is a double and, on closer inspection, I notice some round screw things stuck roughly into each side of the headboard. A dusty lamp stands in the corner of the room near a door. On looking further, I find this leads to a bathroom, which is clean, but very plain and old looking.

I don't know what the arrangements are here. Master never told me much about what might happen. I am simply to accept things and submit as I would at home. This man is to look after me; I should be as obedient to him as I am to my Master. This might be hard. I have only ever submitted to him, never anyone else, well not unless he was there too. Here, I am alone, with no Master to support and take care of me. I sit on the bed, nerves overtaking me. I don't feel able to make the trip downstairs and face this man!

I hear him move about downstairs and I start to consider that maybe I'd better not keep him waiting. Quickly I wash and use the bathroom. I put on a clean dress and underwear and make my way down the steep stairs of his house.

Turning into what I believe is the lounge, I see him standing by the window. I have never felt so scared and nervous. He smiles.

'Don't look so scared, Girl. I'm not here to hurt you. I am to look after you and I shall do that to the best of my ability. However, I expect you to be obedient, and to do as you're told, when you're told, and do your Master – my friend – proud. I stiffen. I so do want to make my Master proud. But I don't think he could know how hard this situation is for me. Why couldn't I have just stayed at home! Why do I need someone to look after me! I'm not a child! 

'Don't look so petulant, Girl, this will be a pleasant experience. Well, I will make sure it will be for me, anyway. Sit down in the chair.'

He gestures towards a dark green armchair in the corner of the room near the fireplace. It's comfy to sit in... so, I make myself comfortable. He watches.

'Are you wearing underwear, Girl?'

'Yes, Sir. I am.'

'Well, you are not permitted to wear underwear in my house, or out of it. You may, however, wear a dress as long as it's not too long and I approve of the style.'

I stare at him blankly. Starting to feel quite angry about this situation... I don't know this tall man with the red hair. Who is he to dominate me? Oh, I wish I could speak to Master.

'Return to your room and wait there on the bed; I shall be up there in a moment.'

Back in my room, I'm unsure of what to do. Should I remove my underwear now as he said? Or just wait? With a deep sigh of resignation I take off my knickers and put my dress back on over my naked body. 

I stand by the window looking outside at the many houses close by. Children play outside, skating down the steep road. I can hear them laughing. Women chat on the street. All those people who have no idea what is going on behind these walls so close to them!

The man who is known only to me as Sir is a large man... and I can hear him walking slowly up the stairs. I don't stop looking out of the window. Can't bring myself to face him. He enters the room.

'Turn to me, Girl'

He hasn't shaved, possibly for days - a large amount of growth lies on his face, threatening a beard if he leaves it much longer. I don't care for this old and unkempt man touching my youthful curves and I'm unhappy that I'm placed in this awful situation. 

He approaches me and reaches out. I stiffen as he pulls my back towards him. Feeling with his hands from the top of my neck, down and around my breasts, pausing to tweak gently each nipple. Pushing firmly, he goes lower and cups my pussy over my dress. He rubs me back and forth like that for a moment until I sigh gently. Maybe this won't be so bad?

'Hold your dress up for me!'

I do as I'm told, and he reaches down and touches me, running his hand roughly up and down between my lips. It's too rough to be pleasurable and I gasp loudly. He laughs and suddenly pushes his fingers deep inside me. This is too much too fast. I start to struggle. I want to get away now. Grasping at a nearby dresser I try and pull on it to get away. He grabs me fast and shouts at me to behave. 

'Please let me be, Sir.'

'If you can't behave, Girl, I shall have to punish and discipline you... as well as call your Master to tell him of your bad behaviour. Is that what you want? Still holding me tight to his body, he repeats himself:

'Is that what you want? Answer me!'

'No, Sir.'

There's no point fighting and I slump against him.

'Good Girl,' he whispers hotly in my ear.

Deftly, he unzips my dress and pulls aside the straps to allow it to drop to the floor. I'm so glad he can't see my face because I'm burning with shame. I can still see outside from here, through his net curtains. Seeing people go about their business while I am violated.

He bends me over the dresser, pushing my face deep into it. He feels desperate, hurried. Perhaps he hasn't had a woman in this house for some time? Why did Master send me here? I still struggle to understand. The man moves back and surveys me. Resigned to this I stay in place; I have been trained well by my Master and as I'm not able to leave, I may as well submit and be good for this man and my Master. 

Kicking my legs roughly apart before he unzips his trousers, I ready myself for his intrusion. I'm not wet, so I just hope he goes gently. His cock nudges towards my pussy and he reaches down and guides it in. With one hand on my hip pulling me to him he uses the other to pull on my hair. 

I can't help but start to moisten and it becomes more enjoyable. I push myself back onto his cock.  My hot breath making the mirror, on the dresser I am bent over, steamy. He thrusts harder into me, grunting. I don't think he'll take long and I'm right. He quickly comes inside me. The feel of this old man's hot cum inside nauseates me. He pulls out... and it drips slowly down my legs. 

'Clean up, Girl and come back downstairs!' he grunts at me, before doing up his trousers and leaving the room. Dazed, I stand naked by the dresser, this strange man's cum sticking to my thighs. I stagger into my bathroom and turn on the shower... grabbing down the shower-head to spray my most intimate areas first, ridding them of his seed.

I take my time drying myself and getting dressed again – in no hurry to go downstairs. I am hungry, though, and hope I'll get something to eat soon. Soon I have no more reason to stay in my room, so make my way downstairs again. Sir is in the kitchen and I stand by the door.

'Sir?' I alert him to my presence.

'Lunch is ready,' he says, 'Go and sit at the table.' 

I do as bid and sit at the large wooden table in the kitchen. He places a bowl of soup and some bread in front of me and I eat quickly, straight away. I feel better for some food. He also eats, and then instructs me to clean the dishes, and then join him in the lounge. He leaves me alone in the kitchen, which is basic and not kept very clean. Limescale coats the sink and draining board. An old style unit stands in the corner holding tins and biscuits, which I can see through the glass.

I complete my duties in here as I would at home and, leaving the kitchen clean and tidy, I rejoin him once again in his lounge. The ceilings are high in this old house and it's decorated in the style associated with a man of his age, which is considerably higher than mine. He sits in the middle of a large sofa and looks up at me standing by the door... unsure of where to go, what to do and what to say.

'Do you get spanked often, Girl?' he asks.

'Yes, Sir.'

'Do you get caned?'

'Not very often, Sir'.

'Then I would say you're overdue for some discipline.'

Shocked, I stand there staring. Master spanks me yes, but he doesn't cane me for fun! Have I not done everything I was asked to do? 

He beckons me to lie over him on the sofa. Slowly I walk across the room and take my place over his knee... my dress pulling tight over my skin. I try to get comfortable and hope he's not too brutal. I long for the comfort and safety of my own Master. His rough hands stroke my legs, pulling them slightly apart – my dress my only covering and protection from his hands. He runs his hands down my inner thighs, close to, but not touching my pussy. I start to relax into my submission to him. He runs his hand now along the slit of my pussy – more gently this time. I feel myself getting aroused and open my legs a little wider for his touch. Suddenly he starts to spank me gently, over my thin dress. Not hard enough to hurt, but it feels nice and I can relax into it.

He strokes my back as he spanks me gently, but soon the slaps get a little harder. Then he peels back my dress to my waist.

'Your bottom is nice and pink, Girl,' he comments.

Now he slaps me harder, over and over as I stuff my face into the cushion of his sofa. The pace gets quicker and I have to jam my feet against the end of the sofa, going stiff as he rains hard slaps down onto my bottom. Then, relentlessly, he hits me the hardest so far... about twenty times in quick succession. 

'Owww, it hurts too much, please stop, Sir!' I say quickly and heavily, as I try and pull myself away. He pushes hard on my back to hold me in place and says:

'Submit to this Girl, or it will get worse!' 

It takes all my strength to stay still as he continues to hit me hard. Finally his pace slows and I can start breathing again. 

'Your bottom is now a nice deep red colour, how beautiful.'

He strokes my sore bottom, making me wince in pain. 

I hear him opening something, like a cap lid. Roughly he pulls my cheeks apart and I feel the coolness of lube being applied to my anus. I'm used to anal play but it's always scary and humiliating with someone new. I shift a little in my position. Holding me still with one hand on my back, he nudges a finger covered in lube into the opening of my anus.

'Relax, Girl,' he says, as he begins to penetrate me with his finger. I squirm with the intrusion, this hideous man's touch fills me with disgust. How dare he...?

Pushing deeper, his finger fills me and pushes in and out painfully slowly, increasing the humiliation. Meanwhile, he plays with my hair as he leaves one finger inside me.

'How do you like that, Girl?'

I can't think of anything to say... so, I say nothing.

'Girl, answer me!'

'It's fine!' I say, through gritted teeth. He may have my submission, but I don't have to enjoy it.

Roughly, he pulls his finger out and relentlessly spanks me hard for about two minutes without stopping. Slapping each cheek alternately – eliciting screams and cries I can't control. Exhausted I slump against his body, the petulance knocked out of me. No longer do I have the energy to fight this. He places his finger once again at my hole and pushes it inside. Once again he asks...

'How do you like that, Girl?'

'I like it very much, Sir,' I say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Now I'm just resigned to getting through this ordeal... and going home.

He finger fucks my bottom again, faster this time, and despite my repulsion to him, I notice I am getting wetter with his attention. He reaches round with his other hand and rubs my clit too, in time with the finger fucking. I moan into the cushions and feel an orgasm building. I'm going to have to ask him for my orgasm! For I don't think I'm going to be able to stop it. 

'Sir, Sir, please may I come?' 

'Not yet, little one,' he says. 'Hold on a little longer'

'He continues his touching of me. His fingers coated in my juices, squirming into the sofa, I ask again:

'Sir, please, I can't hold it anymore!'

'You may orgasm now.'

He laughs as I shake in his hands. He knows he disgusts me but doesn't care... my body doesn't seem to care either. He takes his finger slowly out of me and turns me over to face him. Lying on my back across him with my bottom on his lap, raised above my body. His hand cupping my pussy gently he says:

'You did like that didn't you, Girl?'

Flushed, I respond obediently: 'Yes, Sir.'

'Do you have any idea what I am going to do next?'

'No, Sir.'

'I'm going to give you a caning; then I'm going to fuck you, hard. Stand up and lean over the chair by the table and pull your dress up around your waist!'

I've been caned before, but not too hard and I'm really worried how far he will take this. I don't want to be marked too badly for my Master. I don't know how I will cope with submitting to this.

Leaning over the chair with my dress up, I wait, exposed, for his next move. He remains seated, watching me. He sits directly behind me.

'Open your legs wider!'

I open them wider, his eyes on me – my legs damp still from my orgasm. He prolongs my humiliation by continuing to just watch me. The silence in the room, the cold air, and his eyes are overbearing. Inside my head I pray for him to move, do something, anything...but watching me like this... is cruel. 

Finally, he stands. My legs ache from this prolonged position. His presence draws near and then away again. He gets something from a cupboard and returns behind me.

Then he runs the cane lengthways over my bottom and thighs, teasing me with it. Prolonging the suspense.

Finally, he delivers the first stroke. I'm lucky, he didn't hit me too hard, but it still makes me take in breath quickly. I prepare myself for the next. He hits me again, slightly below the last strike across my buttocks. Slightly harder. Steeling myself for the next, I grit my teeth. He hits me two more times.

'How many strokes is that now Girl?' he says.

'Four, Sir.' I respond.

'Good Girl, I shall cane you ten times in total, and I wish you to count every second stroke from now on'

'Yes, Sir.' I whisper

Twice, I am hit again with his cane in quick succession. My bottom is burning now and it hurts. He no longer gives me much time to recover. Tears drop from my eyes onto the chair.

'Six, Sir,' I say quickly.

The cane swishes, cutting through the air before it lands across my flesh, cutting and burning. Screaming out loud, and jumping on my toes, it's almost impossible to keep my position. Two more times, I am hit with great force.

'OK, Girl. The final two!'

He shows no mercy as he delivers the final two blows onto my body.

'Eight, Sir,'

With what seems all his strength he hits me hard, twice with his old cane – my fingertips white from my grip on the base of the chair. 

'Ten, Sir,' I say tearfully, relief obvious in my voice. I feel wetness on my bottom. Fearing blood, I ask if I may soothe myself.

'You may not!' he responds, meanly.

Reaching around me, he takes each of my hands and pulls them to the small of my back as I stand up. My dress falls back down over my body, catching my red and sore bottom. He leads me out of the room and back up the stairs. At the top we turn right, and back into my room. Standing in the doorway he raises my dress and pulls it over my head, leaving me stood naked. He reaches round touching and weighing my breasts in his hand. Then he runs his hands down my back and over my bleeding and sore bottom. I wince at the touch, although he is gentle.

'Get in the middle of the bed. Face down and kneeling!' 

I know this position. It hurts to walk and move but I do as he says. Nestling into the old pale bedspread, I raise my bottom in the air and wait.

I hear him undressing behind me... throwing his clothing onto the floor. The lumpy mattress sinks behind me as he places his body on it. I feel sick as this naked old man approaches my own naked body. 

The old man pulls my legs wider apart. I can smell his body odour and gag as I feel his cock brush against the smoothness of my legs. He pulls my sore and bruised cheeks apart and squirts lube unceremoniously around my bottom – as if I'm not a person, but a doll or some such thing. His finger pushes into me as deep as it'll go. My head pressing hard now against the fusty smelling bedspread.

He pulls out his finger and I feel him hold me open with one hand as his cock finds its target. Oh my God, he's going to anally fuck me! I'm already in so much pain from the caning! He pushes his cock against my hole... as I desperately try to relax, knowing it will hurt more if I don't. Soon he is halfway inside me and I'm praying for the end of this ordeal. With one last shove he rams his whole cock deep inside my bowels and holds it there, stroking my back.

He ass-fucks me slowly, gently and with the greatest possible amount of humiliation he can bestow on me. Fucking me and going too slow to be pleasurable. He's just enjoying seeing his cock deep inside me and is in no rush to finish. Time drags on and I pray for the end of this ordeal. 

Finally he picks up the pace and fucks me harder, faster. His body and balls bashing my sore and bleeding skin. Finally he orgasms inside me; then withdraws his cock from my battered body... his revolting cum seeping down over my bloody welts.

'You may rest.'

He leaves the room.



Part 2 to follow.



The Other Man



My name is Janet and my husband's name is Don. We got married shortly after college. My sexual experiences before marriage were what I would describe as somewhat mild and wild. I dated a number of guys and had sex with a few of them, but nothing more than "regular" sex. My wild experience was with my female roommate during college (that is another story).

Sexually Don and I got along very well. We tried it in various positions and various places. We seemed to do it every chance we got. Although we didn't really do any kinky stuff, we talked about different things as we screwed which made things extremely exciting and resulted in mind blowing orgasms for both of us. We talked about dominance and submission, public sex, swinging with other couples, two women together and even two men together.

One of the things Don liked to talk about more than anything else was watching me fuck another guy. I thought at the time it was just our regular talks and as he described some of the scenario's I have to admit it was really arousing to think about as we screwed.

It got to the point that every time we screwed, Don would want to talk about this particular subject. He got very detailed in the way he described what I was wearing as we met a guy, how we would approach him, how he would undress me, how I would undress him, how I would suck him and exactly how he would fuck me. As Don would talk I found myself having continual orgasms. It was very stimulating to say the least. I found myself actually looking forward to his talks.

One night while he was describing yet another guy, he stopped and asked if I could actually do it. I was shocked. At first I thought it was just his way of being able to screw other women and told him that he was the only one I wanted. I was hurt that he would even suggest such a thing, but inside the thought actually excited me. I told Don that I would never want to watch him with another woman and that I couldn't believe he would want to watch me with another man. We had a long talk about it and Don convinced me that he wasn't interested in other women and explained how turned on he got thinking about me doing it. I still was having a hard time believing it. I asked him what he would do if it really happened... would he be jealous? What would he think of me afterward? Would it affect our marriage? Don said that he felt our love could withstand anything and that just knowing I loved him he wouldn't be jealous, but rather turned on that I was doing it with another guy and still loved him. 

I was still skeptical, but Don kept up the same fantasy each time we screwed. Each time he would become even more detailed and when he came it was always "explosive". For the first time I began to consider actually doing it.

One night he was describing a guy on top of me, pounding my pussy hard. He described how he was holding my hand and stroking my hair as the guy was fucking me. I was really picturing this all in my mind and getting very excited. I shouted out "honey, he is cumming inside me". That was the first time we both began shuttering and bucking, cumming at the same time and unbelievably incredible.

Later, we talked about everything and we decided we would actually try it.

We set ground rules. We both agreed we didn't want a friend because he might talk to others about it. A stranger had to be just right. He would have to be clean and above all respectful to our desires. We talked about placing an ad, but decided we would have to weed out a big number of weirdos. We settled on going to a nearby town to a hotel lounge and seeing what we might find. We felt that mostly business men would be there and that they would be married and not want to "spread the word".

We also discussed how things would happen. Don wanted to mostly watch, but also to be able to hold my hand and stroke my hair like he had mentioned in the fantasy. He would stroke his cock, but hoped he could hold off cumming as he wanted to fuck me afterward. He asked me to please just let go and enjoy it completely. My pussy was soaked just thinking and talking about really doing it. The reality had set in, I was going to fuck a strange man while my husband watched and encouraged me.

We decided on that coming Friday to go to the hotel lounge. I was in a constant state of arousal. We fucked like rabbits every chance we got. When Don was at work I would finger myself to orgasm thinking about what we were about to do.

Friday finally came. Don watched as I dressed. I chose a pair of white bikini panties and a matching bra. I wanted to wear my "regular attire" of jeans and a cute blouse, but Don insisted on a pinkish sun dress I had worn before. It had a plunging neckline which when I bent over one could see a good view of my breasts. I carefully applied my makeup while Don watched intently. Standing in front of the mirror I was pleased with myself. Don was beside himself.

We got to the hotel lounge and chose a seat at a table near the back so we could "scope the place". The bar was crowded with a lot of couples and four or five single guys. The guys were all dressed in business suits as we had thought might be the case. We pointed out each of the guys and boiled it down to two that we both agreed on might be good. I was never so nervous as I was at that point. I couldn't believe we had actually gotten to this point, but I was also stimulated beyond belief.

We realized the one thing we hadn't discussed was how we would approach someone. Don wanted me to go up to one of the two we had selected and simply ask if he would consider fucking me while my husband watched. Even as turned on as I was I just couldn't bring myself to do that. I asked Don to do it, but he admitted he was also too scared.

It must have been sheer luck that one of the two guys came by our table looking for a place to sit. Don spoke up and invited him to join us saying that it was crowded and we could use the company. He graciously accepted our offer and sat down and ordered drinks for all of us. He was tall, probably around 6', clean shaven and had a nice build. His name was John. He was here for a business meeting and had to leave the next morning. We engaged in small talk. He was married, had two kids, nice house in Chicago and a dog. Don kept squeezing my leg under the table. I was ready and I knew without a doubt Don was also. I bent forward a few times so that my breasts were mostly in John's view. I caught him looking each time. After an agonizing half hour the conversation finally turned to sex. John admitted he had hoped to find a willing woman for a night of "pleasure". That was our chance. To my surprise, Don blurted out that maybe he would consider me for that night. John became embarrassed but admitted he would love to do it. I was embarrassed also and I could feel my face turning red. Don explained what we would like to happen. John agreed instantly.

John said we could go to his room if we liked and Don accepted. The ride up in the elevator was murder. It was going to happen. I was going to get fucked in front of my husband and I couldn't wait. My face was flushed and my body was trembling. My pussy was soaked in anticipation and my nipples were straining against my bra. I felt like a slut, but yet a wonderfully exciting slut.

Once inside John's room the situation became awkward. No one knew how to start anything. John excused himself to use the bathroom and Don said to me that I would have to start things or the entire thing might fall through. I didn't know what to do, I was nervous as hell. When John came back I excused myself to use the bathroom and when I came back I sat right beside him on the couch. Don was sitting close in a chair beside us. I knew I had to do something so I reached over and started kissing John. Our tongues swirled together and we embraced with my arm on his shoulder and his on mine. It felt strange kissing another man knowing my husband was sitting right there, but it also felt good. It wasn't just a kiss, but a passionate longing kiss. I felt like a teenager kissing and anticipating for the first time.

My eyes were closed, but I felt Don's hand on my arm, tugging it down to John's leg. Still locked in a kiss I began running my hand along his leg to his crotch. I felt his cock through his pants. He was hard and I could feel it twitch as I rubbed my hand against it. John's hand slipped off my shoulder and cupped and squeezed my breast, tweaking my nipple through my dress and bra. I could feel my nipple tighten from his fondling. I tugged at his belt and released it. I struggled with the clasp of his pants and unzipped him. My hand searched inside feeling for his cock. My hand wrapped around it and I pulled it free. I broke our kiss to lean forward and took his cock in my mouth. Slowly I inched it in my mouth until I couldn't get any more inside. I wrapped my lips tighter and began to withdraw. I was actually sucking another man's cock right in front of my husband. I slid my lips up and down his shaft a number of times when I heard him moan and say I better stop or he was going to cum. I released his cock, but held it in my hand and reached up and kissed him again. John joked said that he was the only one that was at least partially undressed and suggested we get fully undressed. Don said I should do a striptease for them. I felt wonderfully erotic as I stood and playfully slid each strap of my dress off my shoulders. I held it from falling and wiggled my hips. Both my husband and John were staring at me lustfully. Ever so slowly I began sliding my dress down further until my bra clad breasts came into view. My husband was up and rapidly getting undressed. John was staring at my breasts and stroking his cock. I let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I danced around a bit and reached behind and unhooked my bra. I held the bra against both my breasts, then slid each strap off and quickly threw it aside. I shook my breasts back and forth. My husband was now undressed and was stroking his cock. John was up and struggling to get his pants and shirt off. His eyes never left my naked breasts. I danced until John was completely undressed. He sat back down, his hard cock was actually throbbing. I dipped my fingers in the waistband of my panties and began inching them down. I stopped just before my pubic hair came into view. Both men were focused on my pussy. I inched them further until my pussy came into view. Both men gasped. I let them fall along my legs and stepped out of them. 

Don came over and hugged me close. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach. I reached down and grasped it. He was harder than I ever felt before. His cock was actually hot to my touch and was throbbing and twitching. He whispered for me to lie on the floor on my back and added "I love you".

I felt vulnerable lying on the floor with two men standing over me, their hard cocks swaying back and forth, but I also felt overwhelmingly erotic. Don asked John to join me and he laid beside me, his cock pushing against my leg. He swung his arm around me and we kissed again and again. His skin was warm as he pressed his chest against my breast and began rubbing his cock against my leg. Suddenly I felt a hand grasp my ankle urging me to spread my legs. I realized it was my husband and I pictured him doing the same to John, urging him to move between my now spread thighs. John took the hint and got between my legs. His cock was just inches from my pussy and we were gazing in each other's eyes. I heard my husband say "Are you ready honey"?. My nervousness was gone, my pussy was soaked, I wanted it... I wanted it bad. All I could do was gasp "Yes, I'm ready".

John's cock slid inside me easily. He pushed it all the way inside. The feeling was incredible. I lifted my hips and we began to grind together, pushing harder and harder against each other. John laid on top of me and began kissing my neck. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him closer. I ran my hands along his back, kneading his skin. I grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him as close as I could as we continued to grind against each other. The feeling was so intense. My mind was swirling with the thought of John's cock pushing inside my pussy and my husband watching. I went over the edge. I started gasping and moaning, swinging my head back and forth as my orgasm enveloped me. It continued on and on as I grasped at John's back and ass. I screamed "I'm cumming" and bucked and pushed against him. John began pumping me hard. I was delirious as each wave of pleasure engulfed me. John started to cum. I could feel the squirts as he filled my pussy. I was vaguely aware of my husband beside us, gently stroking my hair and arm. He was asking "Do you like it honey? .. Is it good"? I couldn't answer but I nodded my head to try to tell him it was so very good and that I loved it.

John rolled off me and lay beside me exhausted. I could feel his cum running out of my pussy and down my ass. Don got between my legs and shoved his cock inside. He started pumping wildly and asking me if I liked it. Partly because I wanted to please him, but mostly because I really did love it I told him it was fantastic. As he fucked me he admitted to me he had already cum. He said when John first entered me he shot off without even touching his cock.

Don finally came weakly and we all sat on the floor talking. It was strangely natural to be sitting naked and talking with two naked men. Normally I would cover my breasts even sitting with Don, but I felt so comfortable now. We talked about what just happened and how everyone felt about it. It was clear everyone was happy. The more we talked I brazenly reached down and started toying with each of their cocks. We continued talking for some time as I played and stroked each cock until they were both hard again. Don began sucking and nibbling my right breast as John did the same to the other. John reached down and started fingering my clit. John whispered that he would like to fuck me from behind. I said "Yes, that is a super idea" and looked at Don who was shaking his head up and down, obviously in favor.

Don sat on the couch and I got on my knees with my arms resting on Don's legs. I was staring at my husband's rigid cock as John got behind me and slid his cock all the way inside. I gasped and tried to move my hips to get as much of it as I could. I pushed against him, my ass pushing against his stomach. He started pumping slowly. I could feel his balls slap against my clit with each stroke. He began pounding me. It felt so good I met each thrust by slamming my hips back against him. My husband reached down between my legs and started to finger my clit. That was all I needed to be thrown into yet another orgasm. I moaned "oh yes honey, please don't stop". Don kept relentlessly rubbing my clit as I bucked and groaned like a wild woman. I was screaming "Oh yesss, yesss, please don't stop" as wave after wave of sheer lust consumed my entire body. The entire scene was so blatantly erotic. Here I was being fucked from behind by I guy I just met while my husband was fingering my clit and stroking my hair. Don started to cum again. He wasn't even touching his cock. I watched as each squirt came out and ran down his shaft. John was now slamming me very hard. I was still engrossed in a never ending orgasm when John pushed inside hard and started to cum also. He held his cock inside until it began to go soft and slipped out. Cum dripped out of my pussy as my husband let go of my clit.

John said he had to go that he needed to catch a plane in the morning. Don pleaded with him to fuck me one more time. He really wanted to, but had to go and said he would be back in a few months. I wasn't sure if either Don or myself could wait that long.