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The Right Man

By: Moonlight_33



The sky was a little overcast but Lady Breanna was looking for any means to escape the confines of the castle and the hundreds of eyes that watched her every move. Her father had arranged for her to be married, and her husband to be had arrived five days earlier. Sir Valin, a young knight of the fold and the heir to a considerable estate, was a pleasant enough man, in fact he was quite charming and handsome, but Breanna found nothing about the man that stirred her in anyway. At the very most, she was tolerating him. 

As a lady of rank and privilege, she was no fool when it came to the ways of nobility. A marriage made in the name of love was unheard of, such arrangements were made to form alliances, strengthen bonds, or settle disputes. Marriage was a matter of business and breeding, little more. Breanna's father had chosen very careful when it came time to find her a husband, taking longer than most fathers would have to find just the right match to suite all their needs. As much as he needed the alliance with Valin's father's estates, he also wanted her to be happy, and Valin seemed like the right man for the job. He seemed a little disappointed when she disagreed with his choice, but the decision had been made and there was no going back on it now. To do so would only bring a measure of shame upon the family, and she loved her father too much to do such a thing. 

Accepting Valin's hand, she climbed into the saddle and waited for him to mount his own very impressive palomino stallion. He really was quite handsome sitting astride his thoroughbred. His dark hair matching the color of his eyes, broad shoulders and narrow hips, she had watched him ride several times and he was a superb horseman. Still, as much as he had many admirable qualities; there was none that stirred her passion, or her heart. 

Leaving the stables in a steady trot, Valin and Breanna rode alone into the countryside. Ordinarily they would have had an escort, but the countryside had been without strife for quite some time, and her father saw this as an opportunity for the couple to have a little time together alone, and perhaps get to know one another better. The wedding was only three days away, and he would have preferred his daughter said her vows with a smile on her face. The marriage would go ahead no matter what, but to know that she was unhappy would lie heavily on his heart. 

No sooner were they free of the Manner grounds when Breanna spurred her dapple gray mare into a canter, heading out toward the open fields and the chance to be free of her roll in life for just a moment. Valin kept an easy pace with her, riding by her side but following her lead. It hurt that she didn't really want him, that she would show him no interest let alone affection, for he already loved her dearly and wanted nothing more than to make her happy in every way. 

As the skies grew ever darker, Valin encouraged her to slow her mount to a walk. She had been taking her frustrations out on her horse, and the exhausted animal was more than willing to slow its pace, lathered in sweat and snorting loudly. She felt badly for working the animal so hard, her thoughts had been purely for her own frustration, and not for her gentle steed. 

Bring the horse to a halt, she was about to step from the saddle when a bolt of lighting split the sky, the roar of thunder was quick to follow. Breanna's horse screamed and reared in fear, taking flight and galloping headlong into the trees. Breanna screamed, holding fast to the terrified animal's neck, digging her feet into the stirrups, knowing all to well that a fall at this speed would cost her dearly. 

Valin sank his heals into his mount's flanks, racing after Breanna at break neck speed. Breanna's mount headed towards a fence, jumping it easily and making for the next open field, Valin's mount only half a pace behind. Breanna was reaching the end of her endurance, her legs no longer had the strength to hold her securely in the saddle and she came incredibly close to falling when Valin's strong arm wrapped around her slender waist and lifted her across his lap. She clung to him, her heart racing in fear, her body shaking from the terrifying ordeal. Her mount to exhausted and snorting as Valin rode towards it, his intent on catching it when another more pressing matter became apparent. 

It began to rain, lightly at first, then flooded down upon them in a deluge. In moment they were both soaked to the skin and shivering. He collected the other horse's reins and headed for the closest farmhouse. Finding no one home, they sought shelter in the barn, taking the horses inside and closing he doors behind then to keep out the bulk of the storm. Lifting Breanna from his mount, he carried her shaking body to a pile of fresh straw and led the horses to some empty stalls, removing the saddles and throwing them an armful of hay each. Returning to Breanna, she had done nothing about getting out of her wet clothing, sitting there shivering, her hair draped around her pale face, she was quite a sight. When he suggested she should give him her clothing so that he could hang then out, she gave him a look that told him that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

With the storm intensifying outside, he was left with no choice than to insist she take off her wet clothing. Again she refused. 

"Very will then madam, if you will not remove your saturated garments, I shall remove then for you." She didn't say a word, but her look was a clear indication that he wouldn't dare do such a thing. It quickly became more a battle of wits and will more than an issue over wet clothing, and it was a battle neither of then intended to lose. When he reached for the back of her bodice, she slapped his had away, giving him another filthy look. Valin's patience was already starting to wear thin when he picked her up, threw her face down in the straw, straddled her legs and sat on them, pinning her to the ground while he loosened the laces of her bodice. 

The feel of her body squirming beneath him, and knowing that in a few days she would not be able to refuse his advances, caused him to become somewhat aroused. The sight of her naked back didn't help much either. He yearned to touch it, feel it's smooth softness, and he ran his fingers slowly down the center of her spine, making her shudder. Lifting her up, he pulled her clothing away in one quick movement, leaving her standing there buck naked and shivering. The wet skirts were amazingly heavy. He never understood why women found so much clothing necessary, but who was he to argue with fashion? Draping her clothing over a railing, he stripped and spread his own dropping attire next to hers. 

When he turned she was still standing there shivering, her body turning a little red as his eyes wandered over her, or was it that she could see him in all his glory, his man hood standing half to attention and his breathing heavy? Which ever it was, she made a splendid vision. Spotting some clean saddle blankets, he took one and tried to wrap it around her shivering form. She shook it away, proud and indignant, flicking her wet hair back off her face and looking him in the eyes defiantly. 

Outside the thunder rolled and the lightning lit up the sky, rain came down in droves and there was no chance of them leaving shelter of this barn for quite some time. Breanna's refusal to let him aid her was beginning to make him a little angry. In his opinion, she was being completely unreasonable. 

"Brea, if you wont take my help willingly, then I will make you take it. I'll not have you dying of cold before we are even wed. I swear your stubborn pride with be the death of you some day my lady. Now please, wrap yourself in the blanket."

Again she did nothing but stare at him with fiery eyes, daring him to try and carry out his threats. She was to learn quickly that he was not a man to refuse a dare. Her flesh was growing paler and her teeth were beginning to chatter when he decided enough was enough. Taking a length of rope from a hook on the wall, he gave her a threatening looked and returned to stand before her. Her eyes burned into his face, a combination of fear and fury every bit as wild as the storm that raged around them. 

"Sir, you would not dare." He lifted his eyebrows at her saying simply,

"My lady, that is where you are mistaken." She made a sudden move to run for the back of the barn, but he was quick to tackle her to the ground, landing in a pile of straw. She rolled over beneath him, striking out at him with her small fists, but he was quick to capture them, lacing them together with one end of the rope, and fastening the other end to a post not far from her head. She was trapped, naked and panting beneath him. A flash of lightning struck the ground close by, the thunder making the very earth shake and he covered her body with his for protection. Her flesh was cool and still shaking as he reached for the blankets and pulled them over bother their bodies, using the blankets and his own body to provide the warmth she needed. 

Breanna lay perfectly still beneath him. She could feel his manhood growing hard and long against her thigh and it scared her a little to think that he might force himself upon her. As much as the idea frightened her, it excited her as well. She had never met a man who had come close to being her match in dominant strength, yet this man had not backed away from her defiance like others would have. He had a strength she was beginning to find most appealing, and the heat of his body pressed naked against her flesh was causing her to shudder a little for reasons other than the cold. 

Valin looked into her eyes in the dim light. They were still filled stubborn pride, but they were softening a little, unlike his manhood, which he was sure she was very well aware of. He lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers tenderly, but hers remained cold and unyielding beneath him. Reaching out with his tongue, he tried to gently persuade her to part her lips for him, just a little, but she pressed them together all the harder. He frowned.

"Very well then my lady, if you will not respond to a gentleman's tenderness, then perhaps you will enjoy the roughness of a worrier." He pressed his mouth to hers in a crushing kiss, forcing her lips apart and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She shook her head, trying to break the hold his mouth had on hers, but he would not be denied his right to kiss her. Her body struggling beneath his, her moans of protest and the thundering storm combined to arouse him even more. If she thought her haughty composure would send him scurrying away as it had other suitors in the past, she was sadly mistaken. She was his, and he would tame her wild heart at his leisure.

Lifting himself, he sat astride her hips, his hard and throbbing erection laying across her stomach, his eyes devouring the sight of her nakedness, bound and helpless beneath him. There was fire in her eyes, and if he was not mistaken, he had seen such heat in a woman's eyes before. She was becoming aroused. She could deny herself, and try to deny him, but her own body would betray her in its readiness to be loved. Reaching out, he ran his fingers down the side of her neck, over her throat, and caressed the valley between her breast. She struggled beneath him, but her attempts were futile, he had her pinned and intended keeping her that way. 

Circling her breasts with the tips of his fingers, her body shuddered in an uncontrolled response to his tenderness. His fingers had not yet caressed the sweet darkness of her nipples and already they had formed into hard little beads of pleasure on her pert young breasts. Her body wanted him, and soon her heart and mind would cry out for him as well. Running his fingers down over her stomach, tracing a line around his resting masculinity, he ventured back to her breasts, touching her rock hard nipples for just a moment before cupping the fullness of her breasts in his palms. How ripe and ready they were within his hands, he leaned forward for a taste of her sweet flesh. 

As the tip of his tongue reached out and sampled the soft flesh of her breast, she tried to suppress a moan she did not want him to hear, but hear it he did, and he knew that she would soon be begging him to take her. Taking her nipple full in his mouth, squeezing her breasts together so that he could suck both her sweet buds at once, her next moan could not, and would not be held back. Her flesh was beginning to glow beneath him, and he new he had done more than simply warm her from the cold. 

Sucking and licking her tender breasts, her nipples growing ever harder between his lips, he began moving slowly down her body. His tongue delighted in the taste of her, the sweet feminine odor, the silky smooth texture of her flesh. The valley between her heaving breasts led him on a trail of discovery down over her stomach to her navel. The tip of his tongue circled her navel, his hands sliding slowly down her sides, exploring every one of her wondrous curves, coming to know them intimately. She squirmed a little as his kisses went lower, down over her abdomen, nuzzling against the softness of her pubic hairs. 

He was tempted to take her then, to reach out with his tongue and taste the sweetness and heat that had such a heavenly scent, but she was not ready yet. She would beg him before he was done with her this night. He kissed the tops of each of her thighs in turn, running his tongue along the insides, pressing her legs together and licking both inner thighs at the same time. Sliding further down her legs, he held her ankles firm with his strong hands while he continued to kiss and lick his way down her legs. She sighed heavily as he left the aroused regions of her upper thighs, sounding almost disappointed that he was moving away, but there was more to come. He kissed her knees, her shins, her ankles, pulling her legs apart and sliding between them, this journey was far from over. Kissing his way back up her inside legs, holding tight to her ankles as she began to wiggle and squirm more, spreading them wide until he could clearly see his desired destination. Licking his lips in eager anticipation, he continues up her legs with agonizing slowness, teasing and tormenting her with every touch. 

At last he was there, breathing heavy her scent, rubbing the tip of his nose against her sex, holding her legs wide to give him all the access he desired. She struggled against him, trying to pull her legs together, but he would not allow it. Reaching out with the tip of his tongue, he tasted her, taking a long lick of her hot slit. She tasted good, much better then expected considering her sour nature, but then, perhaps her nature was only to provide cover for how truly sweet she was. He licked her again, swallowing all that he could scoop up with his powerful tongue, only to return it to her hole and lap up some more. Her hips lifted and gyrated in his grip, but he knew that her movements came from her growing pleasure, not her desire to escape him. 

With his finger he began to probe and explore her inner warmth while his mouth turned her clit into a plaything for his tongue. She began to whimper a little and he knew she was on the verge of begging, but she was much too stubborn to beg and he knew he could not withhold his own driving needs forever. Harder and harder he licked, sucking and nipping her sensitive bud, forcing her body to obey his every command. She was close, the inner walls of her divinity contracting around his probing fingers, and he could wait no more. Lifting himself, he took his member in his hand and placed it against the opening of her sex. He knew she was no virgin, her first husband little more than a boy who was butchered in his first call to arms, but Valin was a man, not a boy, and she was about to learn the difference. 

Slowly he pushed himself into her, filling her with his hard, throbbing manhood. Her head was thrown back and she cried out with the pleasure and the pain of not having her body treated thus for so long. She lifted her hips to meet him, joining him in his rhythmic ride. He withdrew from her wet warmth, only to push himself back in with ease and steadiness. He was in no hurry, the storm still raged around them and they were not going anywhere just yet. 

As his arousal became more intense, he pushed into her with increasing speed and force, her virginal walls gripping tight to his masculine intrusion. Harder and harder he worked himself into her, driving her to the point of no return. With a scream, she shuddered and squirmed, her body consumed by the rapture of sweet orgasm. He drove her harder, doing all that he could to make her awakening last as long as possible. With his own orgasm imminent, he pulled from her, taking his cock in his hand and pumping his load all over he belly and breasts. Making her his before the wedding was one thing, making a child before that day was another and something he would not risk. 

With his hot sticky load emptied out all over her beautiful body, he lay down gently beside her, reaching up to untie her hands, and bringing her chafed wrists to his lips. She watched him through pleasure filled eyes as he kissed her tenderly, amazed at how he could be both beast and saint all in the one moment. Never did she dream that such a man existed, or that her body could give her the experience of such pleasure. She snuggled against him, her head resting on his chest, the beating of his heart in her ear, his warm tented arms holding her tight. The blanket was lying discarded on the straw beside her, and she reached for it, pulling it over them both as they drifted in to kinds of dreams only lovers know of.

With the first glow of dawn the barn doors opened just enough to allow one man access. Breanna's father saw the horses in the stalls, and two pairs of naked feet protruding from beneath a blanket in the straw. He smiled to himself, backing slowly out the was he had come, closing the doors and giving orders that on pain of death, no one was to enter that barn or wake the sleeping couple. He chuckled a little, remembering how hard Breanna's mother had been to tame, and he knew Valin had been the right man for the job.

The Right Man



Edited by Rozezwild

Ellis Williams took his lunch in his office, assessing his finances. He loved banking online. Between bites of his ham and cheese sandwich from the vending machines, he paid his mortgage. He smiled and took another bite into the stale sandwich, looking at the picture of his wife, Sharon in her string bikini on his desk. He paid the note on their SUV, and on the sedan that he drove.

He finished paying the bills, and then looked up their other accounts. The balance on the account Sharon used for her expenses was way too low. He knew that she would be having lunch with her friends, and the amount in the account could barely pay for lunch at a fast food join. He transferred a few hundred dollars into the account, and then viewed the transactions.

Sharon had expensive taste, but the outfits pleased him. He loved the assortment of high heel sandals that showed off her cute little toes and pretty feet. No matter if it was slacks, jeans, short, skirts, or dresses she bought them to accentuate her naturally beautiful ebony curves.

Ellis pulled the jewelry box from his desk containing the diamond charm bracelet he purchased to commemorate the first time he saw her. It was her smile and laugh that drew him to her. Her erotic beauty was apparent, but the sound of her voice filled him. He was in love with her from that moment, even though it took him a month to take her out for the first time.

He had been moonlighting over the past few weeks doing contact computer programming to get the expensive token of his love for her. He wanted to surprise her with it, so he didn't mention his freelance work to her. He told her that he was just working late.

The day seemed to drag on, because of his anxiety to rush home to be with his wife. He stared at her curves and smooth brown skin, making himself more and more anxious to get off work. He finally took the last hour off and left early.

He blew his horn weaving through traffic on his thirty mile trek home from his office. Thoughts of holding her in his arms, smelling the light scent of her perfume, and feeling the curve of her sweet brown buns had his cock throbbing in his pants. "Come on!" he shouted at the cars in front of him. In spite of his best efforts, it took him nearly an hour to get home through the heavy traffic.

He calmed himself when he realize that he was about to get pissed, because he had to bring the garbage can in from the curb. The homeowner's association, of which he was a member, would surely fine him if he left it out over night. He was being silly, and he knew that.

He heard a noise coming from the back of his house, and then he saw his neighbor's dog running from back there. He made a mental note to have his neighbor sent a letter. It annoyed him to find dog crap on his manicured lawn.

He used the extra set of keys to make sure that the alarm on their European SUV was set before he enter his home. He could hear the shower going from downstairs. There were a couple glasses on the counter. He imagined her and her girlfriends sitting around talking about other people's business.

Sharon's clothes were scattered on the floor of the bedroom. A habit that she had been doing well to break, but Ellis accepted the little things about her, as she accepted his freakish organizational habits. He saw her panties draped over the bottles of perfume on the dresser, and imagined her kicking the off like she did when they were caught up in the heat of passion.

Ellis stood poised in front of the bedroom door showing more patience than he had trying to get home. He held the jewelry box open in presentation for his wife to walk out. He imagined the water rolling over her even toned skin, and the scent of cocoa butter lotion she would no doubt apply to every inch.

Sharon jumped startled a bit by her husband's presences, nearly dropping the towel she had wrapped around her torso. Her eyes gleamed as the locked on the sparkling diamonds. Her mouth fell open.

"Three years ago today," Ellis began. "I was at this club and as the most beautiful black woman I had ever laid my eyes on. She was wearing a slinky red dress and a smile that lit up the place. It took me a while to hook up with her, but I promised to love her forever."

Sharon was still stunned speechless as he placed the bracelet on her wrist.

"Over the past weeks I've been doing some contract work after I left my office to be able to afford this without messing with our budget. It was ruff, but you are worth it."

Sharon's bottom lip trembled. She already knew she had a good man, so strong and endearing. Tears filled her eyes and her stomach ached. She felt as if she had been punched in the stomach.

"You don't have to cry about it." Ellis saw that she was overwhelmed.

She through her arms around his neck, pressed her lips to his, and inserted her tongue. "I love you so much...I do. I do. I do. I love nobody else, but you." She dropped her towel, unbuttoning his shirt, while keeping her lips locked on his.

Ellis slid his hands down her back taking her soft round butt-cheeks in his hands, lifting her to her toes. His heart pounded with the heat of his lust. His dick throbbed and ached with desire to be inside of her.

Sharon worked quickly to free his hard black cock. "I'll suck your dick anytime you ask me too." She knelt stretching her mouth to take in the fat dickhead. Her small hands could barely fit around the shaft as she stroked it.

"Oh yes baby." Ellis finished removing his clothes tossing him on the clothes rack next to the closet without causing her to take his dick out of her mouth.

Sharon stood and retrieved the lotion from their bathroom. She applied lotion his cock and to her asshole. "Take it. Nobody as ever had it." She leaned over the bed.

Ellis went at her as if she was in heat. He pushed her head of his dick to the tight orifice feeling the resistance. He had tried on many occasions to get her to allow him to travel up her anal passage without success. He pulled back on her hips as he thrust steadily through her anal grip into her canal.

The burning made her feel as if her asshole was being ripped open by his big black dick. She muffled her screams into the comforter. She felt she would deny him nothing. She would give even more of herself to him and met his every need. She bare the burning and stretching of her asshole to his desire.

Ellis slammed into his wife's ass, trying to get the full pleasure of the opportunity he had tried some many times to get. He pulled her ass back against his thrust causing the impact to ripple through her soft cheeks. Time after time, his steady rhythm drove his black cock up her ass.

"Aaaah!" Sharon felt the surge of her husband's cum shooting up her canal. Her toes curled as her orgasm broke.

***

"Gurl! That is gorgeous!" Monika examined the bracelet on her best friend's wrist.

"Mo, I was so wrong," Sharon whispered. "He was working an extra job to buy me this for the anniversary of the first time he saw me. I should have known that he'd never cheat on me. He loves me. I don't know how I ever got that in my head. I feel so guilty."

"Here's some good advice. Forget about it and take it to your grave," Monika said. "Confessing is not going to help your relationship. You gotta just forget about it."

"But I had another man in his bed, while he was working hard for me."

"Honey, you gave him the booty, right?" Monika pulled her close. "As long as you are giving him the putty, he's not going to question not one word you say. Men are like that. Every time my man start getting on me for spending too much money, I put the booty on him, he starts apologizing for bring it up. You man got you way up on a pedestal. You fall and it's going to break his heart. I'm telling you, forget about it."

The two women looked up seeing Ellis walking slowly down the stairs looking at something in his hand. Sharon stood up seeing what it was. His silence was deafening as he approached them. Sharon's eyes filled with tears. Monika looked back and forth between them. The disappointment was painted on Ellis' face as he extended his hand to give Sharon the watch.

Sharon blink and the tears flowed down over her cheeks. Her bottom lip quivered as she took the cheap man's watch from his hand. "Baby, I'm so sorry," she pleaded.

Ellis took a deep breath and looked in to her big brown tear-filled eyes. "So am I," he said softly. He turned and walked out the door.

Sharon was frozen until she heard the sound of his car starting. "No! No! No! Ellis! Don't leave!" She ran after him, chasing his car as it backed out on the street. "Ellis! Please don't leave me!" She fell to her knees at the end of the driveway. "Don't leave me," she sobbed in her hands.

Monika ran out to get her friend feeling the cold of the end of her friend's marriage. 



The Right Man



Probation agent Chrissy Huyett knows she's in trouble the moment twenty-three year old Taylor Yeager steps into her office—ironic because the one in trouble is Taylor. He's on probation for assault and battery, the result of a bar fight that got him arrested, then convicted, then placed on probation for eighteen months, which includes court-ordered anger management. He had just come from court and the intake unit assigned Chrissy the case. And now she's looking up at Mr. Yeager, as she calls him, all six-foot two of him, broad-shouldered and raw boned, with a ruddy complexion and a pile of light brown hair that creeps over his ears, a refreshing change, Chrissy thinks, from those macho type guys with their shaved heads. Of course, she keeps her compliments to herself. Instead, she tells him to take a seat by her desk, while she struggles to keep her attraction to this guy from breaking down her professional façade. 

In her four years with the agency, Chrissy had never been anything but professional, earning high marks from her supervisor and agency staff alike. She completes assignments on time and follows agency policy, ever changing and not always to her liking. Recently, she scored high on the supervisor's test, both written and oral, and is expected to assume that position in eight weeks upon the retirement of long-time supervisor. Until then, it's business as usual, supervising offenders like Taylor Yeager.

He's all smiles sitting in front of her desk, looking neat and spiffy in his courtroom attire, tan blazer over blue khaki slacks and a blue dress shirt open at the collar. He normally doesn't dress like this. Like Chrissy, he works in state government as an IT tech in a different agency. For those folks, its business casual at best, sometimes even jeans. Chrissy dresses a cut above most of the other female agents. As usual, she looks more like she belongs in an executive boardroom (black heels, green blazer, dark skirt and white blouse) than in the glorified cubbyhole that is her six by eight foot office, a spartan, windowless affair with nothing in it except a file cabinet, desk and laptop computer. Once she steps into her new position, she'll get a bigger office with a view. 

As is her practice, she asks Taylor to give his version of events even though she's read the offense report. 

"Bottom line," he says, "some dude dissed the girl I was with and wouldn't apologize. So I popped him." He bangs his grapefruit-sized fist into the palm of his hand. 

"You were drinking I assume."

"Drinking yes, drunk no." She nods, then asks him who threw the first punch. "The dude tried to hit on her knowing full well she was with me. I told him to mind his own business and he laughed at me. That's when I popped him." 

"You popped him pretty good from this report, Mr. Yeager, because you also need to pay restitution for his medical treatment for a broken jaw." 

Taylor sighs and looks away. Then, after turning his attention back to Chrissy, he says, "Well, like I said, he acted like a dick." He slaps his hand over his mouth. "Oops, sorry about that Mrs. Huyett."

"Its agent Huyett or Ms. Huyett, I'm not married. But that's okay. It just tells me the court did the right thing by ordering anger management. It's obvious you have anger issues."

"You'd have been angry too if you were with some dude and another woman tried to hit on him." 

"Maybe, but I wouldn't have assaulted your hypothetical woman. That's the difference. We all get angry, Mr. Yeager. But some of us manage it better than others." 

"Whatever," he says, "I'll do what I have to do. I'm not here to give you a hard time. By the way, I like your jacket. It matches your eyes."

"We don't get personal here." His flattery charms her. She averts her eyes, struggling to hide it. She thinks he has a nice pair of eyes himself, bluish-gray, with a warm, engaging quality about them. 

He smiles. "Right, we're all business. I get it."

"Good. Then I'll see you back here in another month. By then, you should either have completed the anger management course or at least enrolled in classes." He gets up to leave. "Oh, one other thing. I'll be making a verifying home visit within the next few weeks."

"A hunk and a half," she whispers once he's out the door. She begins typing her notes on the laptop, a brief, pithy summary of her meeting with Taylor. Per agency policy, she uses a minimum of adjectives. "The facts ma'am, just the facts," best describes the agency's note taking logo. She knows what she'd LIKE to write: 'Offender, through no fault of his own, altered this agent's vital signs in pleasurable ways. Her pulse quickened, her skin flushed and her panties moistened. Other than that, it was business as usual'. For fun, she actually writes that, then quickly deletes it. She laughs trying to picture her supervisor's face reading it. Of course, if he did, she could kiss her would-be promotion goodbye. 

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Taylor can't stop talking about "agent Huyett," as he calls her after Greg Reshefsky asks him how the meeting went with his PO. Greg and Taylor, called "the dynamic duo" around the office, work together in IT, share adjoining cubicles. They're on coffee break in an empty conference room. 

"I'd guess she's a few years older than me, and really pretty. She was behind her desk, so I couldn't check out her bod. But what a face! Looks like an older Selena Gomez with green eyes and light brown hair which she wears up, all prim and proper." 

"So she's one lady you won't be hitting on any time soon," Greg jokes, aware of his co-worker's facile way with the ladies. Also in his early twenties, he wears dark pants and a blue dress shirt open at the collar. If he's Taylor's other half of the dynamic duo, he's his polar opposite in looks. He's five inches shorter, wears his black hair in a crew cut and could stand to drop a few pounds. 

"Don't think so," Taylor says, his tone purposely understated. "She kind of reprimanded me for saying something about her eyes." Taylor went on to complain about the amount of restitution and the anger management classes. "I still think the dude deserved what he got." He holds up his big fist. "Sometimes this is the only language some people understand. Shit, a guy like Chuck Zito would have messed that guy up much more than I did."

"Who?"

"Chuck Zito. Former Hell's Angel and celebrity bodyguard who punched out Jean-Claude Van Damme in a bar a few years ago. Zito's all about respect. Disrespect him and you pay a price. Read his book, "Street Justice." It's all in there. Well, I don't like to be disrespected either, especially when I'm with a chick. So I still don't see why I need anger management. And he can pay his own fucking medical bills. From what I heard, the guy's got money and medical insurance."

Greg nods. "I guess it's for all his pain and suffering," he says sarcastically. "Lawyers get rich off their clients' pain and suffering."

Taylor sips his coffee, then says, "Yeah, pain and suffering some of their clients deserve." 

Greg gulps down the last of his coffee. "So what are you going to do? If you don't do the classes or pay the bills, she can violate you, right?"

"Right. But I'll take my good old time doing it."

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Per the specs of her job, Chrissy visits Taylor's residence a couple weeks later. He lives on the second floor of a two bedroom, garden style apartment building not too far from her office. Normally, she devotes a full day to field visits. But today is different in that she makes this her only stop after leaving the office around five. That way, she hopes to catch him after he returns home from work. 

No such luck, she thinks after knocking and getting no answer. She's about to leave her business card on his door when she hears the building's main door open. Looking down over the railing, she sees Taylor coming up the steps.

He looks up. "Agent Huyett! Perfect timing, huh?"

"Just about. Don't mean to intrude but—"

"No problem," he says, reaching his floor. "You told me you'd be by. You're welcome to come in if you'd like." 

She fluffs her long hair—she put it down before leaving the office—and then follows him through the door and into his carpeted living room, tastefully furnished with Scandinavian style sofa and two chairs. 

"Have a seat," he says. He watches as she eases into one of the chairs and tugs at the hem of her skirt which doesn't quite cover her knees. Nice legs, he thinks. "Something to drink? Wine? Beer? I've got both." 

She frowns. 

He grins. "Just kidding." 

"Very funny. Water would be fine. I like your furniture," she adds, glancing around the room. She also likes him, at least the way he looks. In fact, her vital signs begin to perk up the way they did in the office. This isn't supposed to happen during work hours, at least not with an offender. She's sitting across from him, listening to him talk about his work, thinking he bears a subtle likeness to impossibly handsome actor Scott Eastwood. Only she doubts that Mr. Eastwood has hands like Taylor's, not only big but with knuckles the size of walnuts. She winces inside trying to imagine how the victim felt when Taylor's fist collided with his jaw. 

Which reminds her... "Mr. Yeager, have you paid anything toward your restitution yet?" 

"No, but I will."

"Okay, then what about anger management? Have you registered for classes?"

He shakes his head and moves toward the edge of his seat, cushioned in dark blue and supported in a thin wood frame typical of the Scan style. "Agent Huyett, I'll be honest with you. I don't feel I need it because I still feel my actions that night were entirely justified. I'm not a violent person. I know how ridiculous that might sound to you in light of the incident. But when somebody disrespects me the way he did, I take care of business."

She hates to reprimand Taylor in his own place, but feels she has little choice. "Mr. Yeager, you need to do that ASAP. Otherwise I'll have to—"

"Violate me, I know."

"Well, at the very least, notify the court of your non-compliance. Please don't make me do that. You seem like a decent guy who acted on impulse. Who was that Baltimore Ravens' running back, the one who punched his wife in an elevator?"

"Ray Rice you mean."

"Right, him. And look what it cost him. No NFL team would take him after that. You guys need to learn how to control your anger. The classes might help, two days of classes, six hours a day and you're done. Just get it over with." 

"We'll see," he says, a clear sign to her that he's still not fully onboard. 

She gets up to leave. "Well, thanks for the water. By the way, how did your girlfriend react after you punched this guy?"

"Sandy's not really my girlfriend, just a friend who I sometimes, well, get intimate with. Anyway, she freaked when it happened, but understood why I did it. I mean, this guy wouldn't leave her alone, kept hitting on her and laughed about it. She even testified in court on my behalf. My lawyer thought we could beat it, claiming self defense. And you know the rest of the story."

She nods and chuckles. "Indeed I do. That's what I'm doing here." 

"Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you this," he says, walking her to the door, "but I wish you were here under different circumstances. I mean, you seem pretty decent yourself and..." He shakes his head.

"And what?"

"Never mind. Some things should be left unsaid. Even an impulsive guy like me knows that." 

She thinks she knows what he deems unsaid, but lets it go as she steps into the hall. "See you back in the office," she says. "And, not to beat a dead horse, but you need to get cracking on what the court wants you to do." 

Back behind the wheel of her white Nissan Altima, Chrissie tries to picture this Sandy, someone she's never seen, getting "intimate" with Taylor Yeager. Then she superimposes herself into the picture, alone and naked with him. She can almost taste his sweet kisses, can almost feel his hard body against hers. She even starts to move with the rhythm of how she imagines their bodies would play together, his cock inside her hot, wet pussy. In fact, her pussy is now so wet and sensitive that she almost runs a stop sign. Then she slaps herself. "Wake up, girl!" she cries out. Always self analyzing, she thinks she knows what's going on, why she's having these outrageous fantasies. In a word: deprivation. It's been three years since she was involved intimately with a man. She was engaged, preparing to tie the knot when her fiancé got cold feet and split. Since then, date-wise, it's been one long drought, most of it her own doing. If a guy starts to like her, she breaks things off. Such is her lack of trust and fear of getting hurt. Still, she has needs that go unfulfilled, and she looks forward to a time when she can drop her guard and let someone special into her life. She's now twenty-eight, unmarried and unattached, and that's okay. She's not waiting around for Mr. Right so much as trying to prepare herself to accept him if and when she meets him. She must be desperate for such a happening, for why else would she be fantasizing about male offenders like Taylor Yeager? Sure, he's a hunk and appears intelligent—nobody who graduates from university with a degree in computer science is dumb. But he's too violent for her tastes. She's got no use for barroom brawlers, even those with advanced degrees. And even if she did, she can't realistically see herself violating the agency code prohibiting social interaction with offenders. Or can she? 

********************************* 

Kelly's Pub is a popular watering hole for happy hour. Chrissy is far from a heavy drinker, but she comes here on occasion after work to unwind, usually with a glass of Zinfandel, sometimes with a mug of brew on tap. She likes the convivial atmosphere of the place, as well as the physical layout, the subdued lighting and the bar, long enough and with enough stools to accommodate a good sized crowd. It's five-thirty on a Friday, TGIF, and people are starting to pour in. Sitting with her back to the bar, Chrissy sips her Zinfandel while looking around to see if there's anyone here she might know. She's got her hair down, wearing her dress-down Friday duds—tight, French vanilla slacks, v-neck lavender blouse and yellow cross trainers. She recognizes some people from her building, people who work for different agencies. She's clueless who they are, but engages in a few mutual nods. Even in her guarded state of mind, she pictures meeting a nice guy here, whatever a nice guy is; she's not sure anymore. She sees guys here that could be nice, some of them real hotties, guys in dress-down business casual, others in suits. She sees them standing around, imbibing, checking her out. No surprise there. She knows she's pretty. Hell, she ought to know; she's been told enough times for as long as she can remember. Such lifelong positive attention leaves many women in her league conceited. Not her. Instead, it's left her with a quiet confidence about who she is. 

One of these guys, standing a few feet away, keeps trying to make eye contact. He's not super good looking like some of the guys here. Rather, she'd call him "pleasant" looking, a Mr. Average a few years older than she who wears khaki pants and a red tie that hangs loosely around the collar of his white button-down shirt. He's got brown, wavy hair, parted on the side, a slight pompadour in front. She meets his gaze and smiles. She's not particularly interested, but she's kind of in the mood for company. She sees him making his way through a group of people, beer bottle in hand, a hopeful smile plastered across his face. 

"Hey pretty lady. Buy you a drink?"

She crosses her legs, squirms on her stool. "I've got one, thanks." 

"Looks like you're almost on empty. How bout another?"

"Thanks again, but no. One's plenty for me." 

"A light drinker, huh?"

"You could say that."

"No problem." He thrusts his hand out. "The name's Ted." 

"Chrissy." 

"Nice meeting you Chrissy. You work around here?" 

"Close by. You?"

"Downtown, but I live out here. What line of work are you in?"

"Corrections."

"I see. And what or whom do you correct?" She tells tell him she's a probation agent. 

He steps back. "Ah, you supervise baaaad people."

"They're not all bad. Some just made bad decisions. What about you, work-wise?" 

"I'm a bean counter, otherwise known as an accountant. I've got my own firm." He whips out a business card. 

"A CPA."

"You got it."

They begin to talk louder in order to be heard over the swelling crowd. This Ted seems nice enough, full of himself but nice. Plus, he looks in decent shape. Like her, he hits the gym a few times a week. At least that's what he tells her. He also tells her how well he does financially, the two cars he drives, the Honda Accord Cross Tour for "my practical side," the Porsche Carrera GT for "my fun, frivolous side." And then there's the condo in Florida and another condo he rents in Vail, Colorado during ski season and the charity he's set up for unprivileged youth. She nods, taking it all in, not believing or disbelieving, just letting him toot his own horn about how wonderful he's done in life at such a young age. 

Before she knows it, it's an hour later, close to seven. Outside, twilight has descended. Chrissy has long finished her Zinfandel, while Ted gulps down the last of his third beer. He offers to walk her to her car. "As a probation agent, you should know the danger that lurks on our streets after dark," he says. 

She considers his offer because she's parked a few blocks away on Munsey Lane, devoid of street lights and the scene of a mugging not too long ago. "Sure, I'd like that," she says. "Thanks."

Once outside, she takes notice of his height. About five-foot ten, she estimates. Not a big guy, though obviously bigger and stronger than she. If attacked, she'd feel safer with him than alone. They walk a half block, turn a corner, then walk another block, then turn another corner, then take one more block to Munsey Lane, a glorified alley with shabby, clapboard detached homes on one side, a vacant gravel lot on the other. There's other cars parked here, many belonging to pub patrons who couldn't find a space anywhere else. 

With Ted behind her, she takes out her keys attached to the automatic lock and clicks open the door to her Nissan. Then she begins to turn around to say goodbye. However, she's unable to because he's got his arms around her, trying to force her into the car as he grabs her keys. 

"What the hell are you doing?! Give me back my keys and get your hands off me!"

"Shut up and get the fuck in!" he growls. 

She grabs the door, trying to push herself away, while he keeps trying to push her in. It's obvious to her that he's attempting to kidnap her in her own car. 

She tries to scream, but he slaps one hand over her mouth, while punching her in the ribs with the other. She grabs his hand and bites it, forcing him to yield his grip. She screams at the top of her lungs. "Help me! Somebody help me, please!" She manages one more scream before he wraps an arm around her neck and begins to choke her. She can no longer scream, can barely breathe as he applies more pressure. She struggles to remain conscious, fearing that if she blacks out she might not wake up. Still, night is falling fast, and she feels her body falling with it. She lands on her bucket seat, and then a fist crashes into her forehead. Then...she feels nothing.

The noise brings her to—the noise and then the sight of her attacker being punched and subdued by some guy who looks familiar. Her head hurts and she's still too groggy to fully comprehend what's going on. Then she hears a familiar voice: "Agent Huyett, are you okay?" Sirens are going off, a small crowd has gathered, and her attacker is lying prostrate on the sidewalk, banged up a lot worse than she. And here's this guy kneeling beside her, doing his best to comfort her. 




The Right Man For The Job



Barbie had been having trouble with a leaky toilet for days now. She had tried many times to get a plumber. In her area they were like gold dust, but today she had managed to find one. He was due at 1.30. Exactly at 1.30. the doorbell rang. Well he was punctual at least. She opened the door and was greeted by a rather hunky plumber who said his name was Robert. She liked Robert immediately, and felt at ease with him. Usually she didn't take to having strangers in her home.

She took him to the bathroom, and he made a lot of uum and aah noises, like workmen do. He said that it needed a new so and so, or something very technical sounding. He knelt on the floor, and she watched his teeshirt tighten across his back. He was lean and firm. He was telling her what needed doing to repair the toilet, but she couldn't take her eyes from his body, or the way that his hair flicked at the back of his neck. His arms were tanned and muscular. He turned and smiled at her, and she stammered out ,"would you like a drink?" He answered that it would be nice. She made coffee. Her hands were shaking. What was wrong with her? She took his coffee through to him, and laid it next to him, on the floor. She was wearing shorts , and knew that she looked pretty good for her age. She stood watching him, and felt his eyes glance at her legs. She asked if he minded her watching. He laughed, and said that she could be his labourer. She passed him a few tools as directed, and then he asked her to sit on the toilet lid. She was surprised but didn't argue. 

She wondered if this was part of the repair work. He knelt between her legs, and began to caress her inner thighs. It felt fantastic. It had been so long for her. His hands slipped inside her shorts. She wore no pants. She was soaking wet with anticipation and expectation. His fingers slid into her pussy, and caressed the soft lips. She didn't want the confines of her shorts, and edged up her bum, so that he could pull them off. Her naked pussy looked red and lush and open. She opened her legs wide, and he plunged his tongue into the inviting hole. He sucked hungrily on her clit, and she writhed about in ecstasy. Her little clit hardened, and he alternated his expert wanton tongue between this and licking out her cunt. His hands tugged at her top, and she pulled it off over her head. Her full buxom breasts bounced into view. His hands kneaded at her tits, bringing each nipple to glorious erection. Juices were running from her throbbing pulsating cunt, as his delicious tongue continued to drive her into a frenzy of lustful delirium. Her nipples stood out like pegs, but he left them, and lifted her into his arms. He was strong and lifted her easily.

He carried her into the bedroom. She lay on the bed, her legs wide apart. As she fingered herself, with the cum oozing from her, he took off his tee-shirt. She watched as he undid his belt, undid his zip, and took off his jeans. His cock was magnificent. It was big and rock hard. His balls were full of hidden pleasures, and looked tight enough to burst. She just had to take the fantastic looking tool in her mouth, had to suck on the big purple head. She noticed hat he had been circumcised. She liked that, reckoned it was cleaner. Everything about his dick was perfect. She lay with her head over the side of the bed. He sat astride her, and sank the thick cock into her mouth. It tasted fucking brilliant. She loved the feel of it, every ripple, every vein. It filled her mouth. She sucked on it, and felt the juices dripping from the end.

Slowly he pushed in further, and it slid easily down her throat. She took the whole of it in her mouth. His tongue lapped at her nipples, and she trembled at his touch. His tongue was long, and slid over her tits like silk. She wanted his tongue in her hole again, but he turned her over, and spread her legs. His fingers wet with saliva, found her bum hole, and pushed gently in. He made some comment about it being tight and dark, and that he had just the right tool to get in there. He rammed that big wonderful cock into her tight arse, and it hurt. She cried out, but once inside, it was magic. He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her bum. She was worried that he would come. She didn't want it to be over yet, but he withdrew, and turned her back over. This plumber sure had some stamina, and knew how to use his plunger.

He carried her back to the bathroom, and suggested that they see if the toilet worked. He sat her on the seat, and stroked her pussy gently. She felt herself starting to urinate. He let the golden liquid trickle over his fingers, and then he put his head down and lapped at her pussy whilst she was peeing. A bit embarrassing to say the least, but he seemed to be enjoying it. When she'd finished, he kissed her wet pussy, and then carried her back to the bed.

She felt so open, so willing to do whatever this man wanted. He opened her legs, and his cock penetrated her cunt. His soft lips were on hers. His sensuous sexy tongue was in her mouth. She closed her legs around his back, and felt his cock deep inside her, touching her very being. They moved in unison, his cock rippling, thrusting inside her. She came again and again. She didn't think it was possible to have so many orgasms, beautiful mind blowing orgasms. He rode her magnificently, his tight hard body pressing on hers, but never hurting. She had never been fucked so well, so bloody expertly, and yet so tenderly. His pace quickened, and he pulled the dripping tool from her gaping hole. He held his cock, and his hot creamy spunk went all over her chest. She thought it would never stop coming. There was so much of it. She rubbed her fingers round and round on her chest, soaking them in his seed. She sucked each finger noisily, and then savoured the sweetness of his cum. She was so satiated, so absolutely satisfied. She hoped that she had pleased him a little. He looked pretty pleased with himself. Whether it was because he had been well fucked, or because he'd been a clever boy and fixed the toilet she wasn't quite sure. Whichever it was she was so grateful for both services. He bent and kissed her sore, still pulsating pussy, and his tongue lapped one last time at her love juice. Then he took his leave. He was gone. There was no bill. She wondered what other plumbing equipment she could accidentally break. She also wondered if she should write to the plumbers federation (if there was such a thing ) and praise his services. No, this little gem she would keep to herself. Thank God for plumbers. Now did that kitchen sink need mending???????



The Right Man for the Job



Chapter 1

I'm glad I found the right guy. Lee, I think it was on our third date, told me that he wanted a girl with some experience, not someone who had never had sex or hardly ever. He wanted someone comfortable with their body and how to use it for pleasure. Well, I was twenty when we met and he got the right girl.

Now, before you think I'm some kind of slutty whore, I'm not. It happens that the first time I had sex, unlike a lot of girl's first times, mine was wonderful. Even better than wonderful. I was four years younger but he knew what he was doing and was kind and slow and gentle and loving.

So, once I tried it, I was sold. He and I were together for about a year until he moved away and I had already become involved with a guy who was nearer my age and we were doing it almost every day. I've never really been without a guy since and, yes, I guess, if you add up all the days until I met Lee, well it's in the thousands, I suppose.

We got married and, now, fifteen years later, we're still together, still enjoying the sex we have, still frequently, about four times a week. A few years ago, when our passion started to fade a bit and our sex became tinged with a bit of routine, we began telling each other of fantasies we had in the past or were coming up with in the present.

That was fun and sure did spice things up and we told each other about threesomes and foursomes of various kinds, nude beaches and resorts, sex in public places, a bit of light bondage which we did try at times, just a bunch of sexy, naughty things we thought would be fun.

Then, one night, a few years ago, after we had talked about us having another woman join us and if I would be inclined to have sex with her (I would), we had a great fuck. Then, laying there in each other's arms, Lee asked me what my favorite fantasy was. Good question.

"Well, that's pretty easy, really, having you and another guy taking turns fucking me all night long."

"Have you ever really thought about doing it, actually having a threesome with me and another guy?"

"Of course, haven't you? I mean the other way around with me and another woman? Haven't you fantasized about that?" I asked as I rubbed his hardening cock.

"Oh, sure, lots of times."

"And really doing it, for real?"

"Yeah, I'd love it," he said as he rolled me over on my back as a short discussion of the possibilities of such an arrangement led to a second rousing fuck of the night.

We kept telling each other about our fantasies but never really acted on any of them though Lee did sometimes bring up adding another man or woman to our sex. And, he was serious about it. I wasn't, though, well, the thought of it makes me wet as hell.

Then, this year, we planned a vacation back on Curacao, an island just off the north coast of Venezuela, it would be the second time we'd been there and we were looking forward to not only two weeks of relaxation but two weeks of hot fucking, just as much as we could.

We had booked the same villa we had the year before, just a few minutes walk to the beach and the second day we were laying on a couple of chaise lounges at the beach enjoying the sun when a man walked up and asked if he could sit in the one next to us. We said he could, of course and he then added, "I heard you speaking English and was wondering if you knew the area here very well."

Lee told him we did, that we'd been here before and he asked if we knew any places one might have supper near by.

I told him of three or four that were quite good and reasonably-priced and we discussed the merits of each one. Lee then asked me if I wanted a coffee from the stand nearby and offered our new friend a coffee as well.

While he was gone getting the coffees, I was looking over our new friend, he was from England, named Jack Withers, and looked to be about our age, perhaps a couple of years older. He was quite nice looking and rather charming with his lovely British accent as he told me what part of England he was from and asked us where we were from as well.

I asked about his wife and he said, "Oh, yes, well, Margaret passed on two years ago. Been rather lonely ever since, of course. I decided to get a change of scenery and come here."

I had been wondering what scenery he was interested in as I had sensed that he was rather checking me out. I did have on a very skimpy thong suit I'd bought in a shop at the airport here, one that I wasn't sure I'd wear much at home.

We chatted some more and he continued looking me over, a woman can always tell these things, and I smiled at the thought.

"Why the smile, Jean?" he asked.

"Well, I was amused that you were doing just what I was doing when you first came up to sit."

He looked slightly puzzled, so I added, "Well, Jack, honestly, I was rather checking you out. Just like it seems you've been doing as well."

"Oh, I am so sorry. Well, no harm meant, please accept my apology. I hope you're not upset."

"Actually, Jack, I'm rather flattered. After all, I was liking what I saw and I hope you were as well."

"Oh, indeed. Jean, you are a beautiful woman and very...well, very sexy as well."

"Well, at least you're being honest, Jack, I'm well aware of what men would want to do when they look at me like that."

"Well, my only excuse is that I haven't had a woman since Margaret died."

"You, at least, have an excuse. I'm quite well taken care of by Lee and, yet, there are men that I still wonder what they'd be like in bed."

Right about then, Lee came up with a tray holding our coffees and we talked some more about the island and several places we knew to eat. Then, Lee asked our new friend if he wanted to have dinner with us at one of our favorite places and Jack agreed.

Later that afternoon, we were back in our villa where we took a shower and had a nice naked nap to rest up from a spirited fuck. As we lay there after, enjoying the lovely afterglow, I brought up a long-ago conversation.

"You remember talking a while ago about getting me another guy to team up with for a threesome?"

"Sure, we've talked about it for a long time. That and a lot of other things."

"Well, I think I might have finally found a man that I'd be interested in for a threesome."

"Must be Jack, huh?"

"Yes, he's really quite charming and rather good looking, I think. Yes, Jack. Now, were you serious?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, I think I do."

"Sounds like you may be serious. Well, I think Jack is a very nice guy, I can see why you would be attracted to him and if you are, then, sure, I'm willing and prepared for him to join us in bed."

"Now, I guess the ball's in my court, huh?" I added.

"Seems that way. We're having dinner with him later. Kind of makes it easy."

"God, I've really got to decide, don't I?"

"Looks that way, love, it looks that way."

"Well, you've wanted me to be more adventuresome...I want Jack to fuck me. There, I've said it. I want him tonight."

"You've got yourself a deal. Well, you do if you agree that I can have a woman join us sometime in the future."

"Deal," I whispered as I closed my eyes and tried to imagine our new friend, Jack, naked up between my legs.

Then, I whispered again, "I'm so horny now thinking about tonight, if I suck you nice and hard, would you fuck me again?"

Lee, bless him, was quick to grant my wish.

Later, Lee was in a sport shirt and chinos as I pulled on the sexiest thing I brought, a plush terry minidress, black, with a see-through black lace bra and stood before Lee.

"Oh, girl, no panties? Poor guy, remember it's been two years for him. He's liable to cum when he sees you."

"I'll see that he cums and more than once, he deserves a great night."

"From what I see, he's gonna get just that. Lemme see how wet you are?" and I lifted my hem and spread open. Very wet.

"Well, hon, there's no question what's on your mind tonight," he said as we went out the door of our villa and began to walk to the restaurant.

Jack was already there at the bar and jumped up when we came in and showed us to the table that was to be ours.

"Hi, you two, and, well, my, Jean, I have no words for how wonderful you look this evening," as he bent down to kiss my cheek which I turned away getting his lips instead.

We ordered wine as we looked over the menus. I could also tell that Jack was looking me over as well. I was hoping he was famished.

Our dinner was lovely and we had a cognac after, then asked Jack to come back with us for a final nightcap.

As Lee got us each an Amaretto, I found some music on the radio and asked Jack if he'd dance with me. He professed that he was rusty, of course, but then glided me around the floor with grace and ease.

I was just tipping my head up kissing him when Lee came in with our drinks.

"Oh, sorry, I've been rather a cad, it's been so long for me, please forgive me," he stuttered.

"Only if you kiss her like you'd really like to, Jack," Lee offered. "I'm sure Jean is old enough to stop you if she doesn't want you to kiss her."

I tipped my head back and he kissed me again, this time with a bit more pressure. I slid my tongue between his lips as we slowly danced. We danced arm in arm, lips to lips for several minutes as we french-kissed while my hands explored his back and butt.

"She loves her butt rubbed while you dance with her, Jack. Believe me, she'd love you to do it."

We danced for a minute more, then his hands came down and up under my dress as he began to rub my bare butt. I don't think he had realized until then that I was bare-bottomed but, surely, he was getting the idea now that the evening was headed toward the bedroom. I was sure of that when I pushed my pelvis forward and felt the erection pressing back as he kneaded my ass and pulled me to him.

"Why don't you let Jack dance with you naked, hon? I know how you love to dance that way. Bet he'd like it too."

I tilted my head back to look up into Jack's eyes as his facial expression expressed some disbelief at my husband's suggestion. Then, I stepped back, pulled off my dress, reached around to undo my bra and let it slide down my arms to toss it over to Lee.

Jack's eyes were devouring me as I stood there for him to see and to hunger for. Then I took him in my arms again as we began to dance once more, his hands eagerly discovering more of my landscape.

I leaned up and kissed him again and when it was over, he whispered in my ear, "Are you sure Lee doesn't mind about all this?"

"He knows I want you, Jack, we've talked about it and it's okay with him. Have you ever danced naked with a woman before?"

"No, but I'm certainly enjoying it."

"I meant, have ever gotten naked and danced with a naked woman. I wish you would, Jack."

I couldn't have hinted any stronger, I'm sure and he was soon out of his clothes, no doubt, rather non-plussed that my husband just sat and watched.

Jack was lovely, his salt-and-pepper pubic hair surrounding a very healthy-looking cock, it looked to be about the size of Lee's, around seven or so inches and maybe a little thicker around. I reached out and took it in my hand as we began to dance slowly to the soft music.

"I just can't believe this is really happening, it's just nothing I ever expected."

"Well, we have the kind of marriage, Jack, where we both want each other to enjoy life in all it's facets and Lee knows I've been thinking of having a new man every once in a while. And, that's you."

"If he has no objections, I would be honored to have you any way I could, Jean."

"Well, how about any way you wish?"

Chapter 2

"I think you two need to take this into the bedroom. I'll join you shortly. Save some for me, Jack," Lee chortled as I took my new English lover by his lovely cock and led him into the bedroom and pulled back the top sheet and lay down spreading wide.

"Come fuck me, Jack, I am so horny."

"Yes, but first, my dear," and he got up between my legs and lowered his face as I felt his tongue begin to sweep up and down adding to my wetness.

How could I not want this man? I thought. He takes care of my pussy first, he's such a love. I was wondering how long he'd be here on vacation, I wanted him more already as he licked and tongued me to heaven.

I finally had enough and whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Jack, mmm, right now, I want your cock."

He lifted his wet, smiling face off me and moved up to grip his cock and shove it about half way into my outstretched pussy lips, then a second shove sent him deep, then he began moving in and out.

"Oh, oh, Jean, I can't tell you how wonderful this is. It's been so long, just so long without a woman. Then, now, to have one like you, so beautiful, so sexy, this is heaven for me. I cant tell you how much this means to me," he said and I pulled him tight and whispered, "Just enjoy me, Jack, give me your cum."

He fucked in and out of me, taking nice long strokes, pressing down at the bottom of each thrust, he knew how to fuck, this Englishman. He would vary the angle he thrust into me from right to left, low to high, just making me feel so good.

"Just hold still, Jack, let me do it," I whispered as Lee quietly walked into the room, now naked as well, slowly stroking himself, as Jack knelt between my legs while I raised my hips on my hands and twirled my butt around and around.

"Oh, oh, UUNH, UUNH, UUH, UUH, mmm, mmm, oh, that is sooo good, ohhh, just keep going, mmm, oh, I've missed this so much. Thank you, Jean, thank you," and he bent down to kiss me over and over. I've never had more satisfying sex with a man and hadn't gotten my own orgasm yet. I really didn't care, he was happy.

He kept moving back and forth, I could tell he was softer now but it felt like his ejaculation was huge, I had cum drizzling down my butt crack as he whispered in my ear, "Jean, I'm so sorry that I was so quick, you hardly had a chance to even get warmed up, it's just been so long for me, I couldn't help it. Sorry."

I puled his head down to me and kissed him, tonguing him deeply.

"Oh, don't worry, Jack, I'm happy you had such a lovely cum. And, I want you to have lots more tries, so don't worry about me, it was wonderful. Now, I think I'll let my patient hubby have his turn. Don't go away, I'm not through with you," and he pulled out of me as Lee got on the bed.

"How about doggie, hon," I asked him as I turned and got up on my hands and knees, Jack's cum still drooling down my legs. He waddled up behind me, rubbed his cock up and down a few times to get it good and slippery, then pushed right up into me all the way. Oh, my pussy was so excited and ready.

Jack was now standing near the closet door, his hand on his cock slowly moving it back and forth. I looked over at him and asked, "Would you like that sucked, Jack? I'd love to do it," and he came over and got up on the bed in front of me and positioned himself so I could suck him.

I started just on the tip knowing how good that felt for men; he was lovely not to try to fuck my mouth, it's just so hard to suck a man when he's thrusting at you, and his hands were down sweetly caressing my face as I pleasured him.

Lee was behind taking long, slow drives into me, his hand up under me rubbing my clit; he just knows so well what I dearly love.

I was trying to suck Jack as well as I could. I usually have my hands free when I suck a cock and, truthfully, being up on my hands and knees made it a challenge to give him a proper suck. But, he looked pretty happy regardless.

I began circling my hips to make it feel better for Lee, I know he loves that when he's behind me and, sure enough, it began to work its magic on his cock.

"Mmm, oh, Jean, that makes me feel so good, I really want to cum, yeah, mmm," then he pushed into me as I felt the warm flow into me.

"UUH, UUH, UNH, uuh, mmm, ooh, ooh, mmm," and he slowed down and just moved a little back and forth. But I knew I had Jack nice and hard again, so I pulled away from him and turned my head and asked, "Hon, Jack seems really hard again, can you let him have another turn?"

"Be glad to, bet you're enjoying having two guys to service you."

"Mmm, more than you can imagine," I answered as Jack pushed up into me, Lee's fresh cum running down both my legs.

"Just hold steady, Jack, just keep your cock pointed at me," I asked as I began rocking back and forth, each time clenching my pelvic muscles as I pulled off him. I knew that was a killer way to fuck a guy and I wanted him happy.

Lee said, "Oh, Jack, I know how that feels when Jean fucks like that. You're a lucky man, that's the best I've ever had, the way she tightens is just fantastic, like she's sucking your cock with her pussy."

"Yes, that's exactly how it feels like a long, smooth mouth sucking me, I've never felt anything better."

"I'll keep that in mind, Jack. I might just do you again like this," I told him. I was in such a sexual high, just fucked to the heavens above.

"Mmm, oh, Jack, mmm, oh, god this is a big one, oh, push in hard, baby, push hard," and I shoved back on his long, hard dick as he thrust strongly into me as the tip of his cock hit new places deep, deep inside me, triggering an avalanche of an orgasm.

"AYYE, AYYE, UUNH, UUNH, UHH, UUH, OH, OH, mmm, mmm, omigod, that's massive, mmm, oh, so good, so good," I groaned as I lay there with my head down and my butt up as Jack continued fucking on and on. The ecstasy of it all just washed back and forth across me as the feelings went on and on.

Then, he shoved so hard into me that I was pressed to the mattress and, thankfully, he went down with me, still fucking me as I felt more cum jolting into me as his cock emptied into me once again.

"OH, UHH, UUH, mmm, mmm, oh, Jean, this is so lovely, mmm, oh, wonderful," he groaned as he lay over me, not heavy, just supporting himself enough to keep from squashing me as he kissed my back which I love. It was wonderful.

After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and slid down to my side and held me in his arms as Lee got up behind me hugging me from the other side. I felt my husband's cock pressing into me from behind, it feeling eager for more. I ran my hand down behind me and, sure enough, he was pretty hard, not steely, but good enough, especially if I gave him a nice suck.

I turned my head, "You feel hard, honey, is it some more of my pussy your nice cock wants?" as I squeezed it.

"Well, dear, it's almost two and Jack and I probably need some rest. If you're really wanting it, I'm sure one or both of us can give you what we can but, for me, well, I wouldn't mind some sleep. There's always tomorrow. I know I have all day with no other plans, what about you, Jack?" Lee asked.

"Tomorrow? Well, I would consider it an honor and a privilege to spend the day with you two, this has been spectacular, beyond my most fanciful dreams."

"Well, if you like, just stay here and sleep with us and we can have tomorrow together as well," Lee told him.

"Well, boys, I don't care how late it is, I can't sleep all drippy with cum and perspiration like this. Who's for showering with me?"

I ended up with both my lovers in the shower and a good time was had by all soaping and rubbing. Just what I needed to induce a good night's sleep sandwiched between them, arms and hands and cocks caressing me throughout the night.

That began our threesome with Jack which lasted throughout the rest of our two weeks in Curacao. I was pleasured by his cock countless times and it just made Lee hornier and hornier; I was a busy girl for sure.

The last thing I did before we left for the airport was to accept Jack's cock into me for one last time. The night before we left, Lee suggested that I sleep with Jack in his villa, just the two of us, just like a married couple. Jack cried when I told him I was his for the night and we got very little sleep.




The Right Man for the Job



I email Jack almost every day and we trade pics back and forth, naughty ones, of course.

He's a great friend and lover who visits us about twice a year and we all three greatly look forward to his coming and his cumming. He's got a lady friend now but hasn't told her yet about Lee and me. He says she's pretty adventuresome but doesn't know if he'll tell her just how close he is with his American friends. You can't get any closer that what we found on Curacao. He arrives next Saturday and, no, we haven't prepared the guest room. We have a king-sized bed and we don't want him to be lonely.



The Right Mood



Ben and Linda were both 38, they had grown up together on the same street and shared their first kiss at 12 at the Christmas disco.

At 15 they fumbled and felt each other up for the first time at a friend's party under the influence of cheap Cider. 

They married at 20 and couldn't keep their hands off each other, they had two kids and had christened every room, chair, work surface and bathroom in the house, but that was then and this was now.

Ben had woken early, he usually did, it was early spring and a beautiful sunny day, the light streamed through the window onto the naked form of his wife, it highlighted the arch at the base of her spine and accentuated the voluptuous curves of her ass.

Thank god he was a "leg and arse" man, Linda was never the biggest in the tits department, she wasn't flat by any means and after 2 kids they had improved as she had now acquired nipples that were like football studs.

Ben felt himself start to stiffen as he looked down at her, he bent and kissed the back of her neck, she moved slightly in her sleep, he moved to her shoulder and brushed his lips ever so lightly up to the nape of her neck, she moaned gently as she came out of the deep sleep into a dream like trance, he kissed her neck and nibbled gently on her ear whilst at the same time stroking her smooth ass, he moved his fingers to run the outline between her butt cheeks and teased at her cunt without ever actually touching. 

Linda's legs were stretching and bending in rhythm with Ben's searching fingers, she was face down and slightly resting on one side, she lifted one leg, her knee resting by her belly.

Ben traced his hand up the inside of her thigh and brushed lightly over her cunt lips, they were wet and slippy as he hoped they would be, he slowly ran his fingers backwards and forwards between the parted lips and searched out her clit which was now swollen and glistening to his touch.

Ben continued to kiss Linda's back and shoulders; slowly working his way towards her peachy ass, he tongued her crack and lapped at her flowing juices, savouring the sweet musky taste that ebbed from her now dripping pussy.

It had been more than three weeks since they had last made love, he had been away on a business trip for one of those weeks and Linda had to be in the "right mood" these days before they had full sex, she had given him a couple of hand jobs to help him sleep, but they had felt like sympathy wanks to keep him quiet. 

Ben's cock was now rock hard and every nerve end in his body was transmitting sex, Linda joked and asked sleepily what the hell was sticking into her back at this time in the morning? Ben thought that she had better check it out for herself.

Linda's hand brushed the full length of Ben's 7" cock and continued under his balls to stroke the area between his balls and ass hole, she knew that this was Ben's "G spot", he moaned immediately at her familiar touch, she kissed slowly towards his twitching bell end and gently brushed her moist lips over the end of his throbbing member.

Ben gasped and begged for more and Linda continued to wet Ben's cock with her tongue and mouth, she cupped his aching balls in her soft small hands and stroked his glistening rod, quickening now in time with Ben's thrusts. 

Ben had to stop her or it would be too late, she relaxed and played at his favourite place outlining a finger around his butt hole while sucking gently on his swollen bell end.

Ben turned Linda onto her back and lifted her legs, resting the back of her knees on his arms, now was the "right mood" he could tell, her cunt lips were swollen and puffy, dripping wet with her love juice. 

Ben slowly rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of her pussy, drowning the purple bulbous member in the oily fluid before slowly inserting his full length into her hot enveloping love tunnel, 

He was in heaven now, pumping his cock, slowly and deeply at first, then quickening to the soft moans at the back of Linda's throat, this wasn't going to be a marathon session, he was too turned on for that, but he didn't want a "quickie" either.

Linda got up on her knees, she wanted it doggie style, always her preferred way of getting off, 

Ben thought that this was definitely a "right mood" day and obliged her with her favourite 3 long slow strokes and 5 quick deep thrusts pattern.

Eventually she bit into her pillow and stifled a scream as Ben's cock made slapping noises as her juices flowed copiously onto his balls and thighs.

Ben's cock was now raging and ready to explode, but he didn't want this feeling to end, Linda's favourite was the doggie style, and now it was his turn. He manoeuvred her to the end of the bed, stood and lifted her legs over his shoulders, he wanted to take her deep and fast until he exploded into her tight hole.

Ben entered Linda and started to fuck her for all he was worth, she was coming again and his balls bubbled spunk, that familiar feeling welling along the length of his shaft.

Suddenly there was a noise in the hall as one of his daughters went into the bathroom, Linda immediately jumped off Ben's cock and covered herself with the sheets.

Ben listened closely, he heard the shower start and reached across to Linda, but the "right mood" had passed, instead she wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock and pumped it up and down, she told him to keep quiet as he moaned under her increasing speed and pressure, it wasn't long before he felt his cum bubbling and with a muted grunt he spurted streams of hot spunk over his chest and belly, it wasn't the way he wanted to cum, but it felt good anyway. 

Ben showered and dressed, he walked to the shop to get the papers and fresh milk while Linda started breakfast, he was on the lookout for a second hand car for his eldest daughter so he picked up a copy of the local paper which specialised in advertising anything and everything.

Over breakfast Ben was scanning the paper and came across the personal ads, he was amazed to find adverts for men seeking men, women seeking women and couples looking for other couples, in fact there were adverts for all manner of connotations, his cock twitched at the thought and he read every advert with relish.

Ben and Linda were having a lazy Sunday afternoon in the warm sunshine and he nonchalantly brought up the subject of the adverts in the paper, he asked if she had ever imagined swapping with another couple or making love to another woman, her answer shocked him to the core, she said that it had been difficult to be herself sexually as the children had got older, she was always frightened of them hearing her make love or having an orgasm and had become quite repressed physically

She explained that her favourite fantasy would put her in the middle of an orgy with lots of bodies fucking and sucking all around her, of course this would take place away from home and she could let go and be the slut she wanted to be.

Ben asked if she wanted to try and make the fantasy a reality, he had always fantasised about another man or woman fucking Linda, she replied that she would love to try and live out her fantasy.

As it happened there were 2 or 3 adverts for swingers clubs in the paper, Ben could hardly contain himself and one of them gave an internet address and an invitation to have a look at the club through the website, he was amazed to find that the club looked very plush, it had a small pool, a sauna and a Jacuzzi, his cock grew hard just looking.

He found that the club had a couples only night every Saturday and it was near enough to drive to in about an hour from home.

He quickly called Linda to come and look at the website and showed her the facilities; she agreed that it looked clean and professional and she blushed a shy yes when he asked if he should ring and book in for the following week.

It seemed to Ben that he had walked around for days with a permanent hard on, he had thought of nothing but the swingers club.

Linda had kept quiet and didn't appear that bothered although she had played with Ben's cock 3 or 4 times this week and had given him one of the best blow jobs of his life last night where she sucked him dry and had licked and fingered his butt hole for the first time in years.

Now it was Saturday and Linda was getting ready, Ben was nervous and asked Linda if she was still ok, she replied that she was nervous as well, but she couldn't wait to get there, she had been out shopping for new underwear and had obviously been planning for tonight, she was wearing a matching pastel shaded basque and thong with suspenders and stockings which showed off her body fantastically, she had also been on the sun beds and Ben thought he would cum just looking at her. 

They agreed some rules before setting off, both agreed that they would stay close to one another all night and not disappear into separate rooms, they also said that whatever happened, they still loved each other and this night was only about sex and their fantasy, no jealousies and retributions later.

Ben and Linda paid their entrance fee nervously at the club, but they were immediately put at ease by the owner who said that as it was their first time someone would show them around the various rooms.

They picked up a drink from the bar and followed a small dark haired lady called Mel, she was a good friend of the owners and she said they were expecting a big crowd in tonight as the weather was good, she explained to them that they didn't have to take part in anything that they didn't want to, and no means no, to anyone or anything.

After the tour and a couple more drinks Linda had relaxed and started swaying to the music that the club had playing.

Linda was also very turned on by the sexually charged atmosphere and from watching the porn movies that were playing on the various big screens on the walls, especially the scenes of Roman orgies in one particular film.

As they watched, a couple were sitting in a booth just in front of them and were kissing and fondling each other without a care in the world. The woman, a tall red haired lady with at least a 38DD chest was undoing the flies of the man, a muscular guy who had his head shaven, he looked to be about 6'5" tall. 

As the red head flopped his cock out and Linda saw the size of his member, she let out an audible gasp, it must have been about 9" long and completely shaven and so far not yet fully hard, the red head lowered her lipstick lips onto the head of his cock and tried her best to swallow as much of it as she could, Linda again moaned loudly, red head was now pumping away with her mouth and hands, the bald guys cock was glistening with saliva and growing with every stroke, now it was at least 11" and had veins bulging from all sides. 

Ben stood behind Linda and asked her in a whisper what she thought of it so far, he was shocked when she replied that she was so turned on she had never felt so fucking hot in her life, she pressed her ass into his groin and gave his cock a little rub with her cheeks, she could feel that Ben was also turned on by the hardness of his cock pressing back against her ass.

Red head got up and took off her dress, she was wearing a basque and no underwear, she straddled the bald guy and put his cock into her cunt very slowly, they watched as he stretched her cunt lips and slowly entered her pussy, Linda moaned, and at that point a trickle of her juices ran down the inside of her thigh, she pushed back onto the hardness of Ben as he put his arm around the front of her waist and delved under her dress, he put his hand inside her thong and went straight for her cunt, he had never felt her so wet before and she moaned as he toyed with her sopping clit, Linda's eyes were firmly fixed on the guys enormous cock as it tried to disappear into the red heads pussy, every stroke was stretching her to the limit and taking her nearer to a shuddering climax.

Ben's fingers were keeping time with the guys actions now and every stroke was met with Ben's fingers disappearing into Linda's soaking hole, Red head and Linda climaxed at the same time, both moaning and grinding out as much juice as they could, Linda's juices flowed from Ben's fingers whilst Red heads glistened and dripped off the shiny bald cock that she was impaled on.

Ben said that they had better take it easy or they would have nothing left for later, so they agreed to go and explore the club now that it had filled up,

They came across the swimming pool area and decided that this would make a great cooling off point, there were about 5 couples in the pool and a couple standing at the side having a drink, they stripped off and put their clothes into a locker, wrapped a towel around them and went back to the pool, Linda took off the towel first and got into the pool naked, she looked like she didn't have a care in the world and Ben thought that she looked stunning, so much so that he had a hard on as he slipped off his towel. As he got into the water Linda laughed and said she was going to have to do something about that before he had someone's eye out.

They leaned against the side of the pool kissing and hugging, discussing what they had just seen with the Red head and Shaved guy, Ben's cock was still hard, the gentle lapping of the water and the freedom he felt from being naked was keeping him rock solid, all of the couples in the pool were kissing and petting, watching and waiting.

The man in the couple next to them got up and sat on the edge of the pool, his partner now had a perfect position to suck his cock which she proceeded to do, Linda turned to Ben and said he should do he same, he didn't need asking twice, she started by licking his balls and slowly worked her way up and down his cock, one of the other couples came in for a better look and the couple on the side of the pool watched enviously too. Ben couldn't believe that he was here with Linda having his cock sucked while at least 6 people watched her doing it. One of the couples, an older couple of about 50, but still toned and fit came in behind Linda and both started stroking her back and arms, she looked briefly behind her to see what it was, but then carried on sucking Ben's cock, the lady from the couple drinking at the side of the pool came behind Ben and kissed him, she was a full figured lady of about 34 with nice rounded hips and ass and had short blonde cropped hair. 

Linda let out a moan on Ben's cock and he looked to see why, the older couple had moved onto Linda's tits and pussy, the woman was sucking on Linda's now very enlarged nipples and the man was fingering her cunt from behind, the lady with short cropped hair wanted a piece of Ben's cock and started sharing sucking duties with Linda, she glanced at Ben for reassurance Ben smiled and leaned backwards affording a better angle to suck his cock.

Linda let out a grunt and Ben saw that the older guy had now started to fuck her from behind, she looked happy and comfortable and very fuckable, his cock twitched as he watched his wife being rammed from behind.

By now all of the couples in the pool were engaged in fucking, sucking or being fucked or sucked, Ben couldn't believe the things he was seeing and most importantly the sensations he was feeling, he was on his knees at the side of the pool, Linda was now sharing sucking duties with the older guys partner and the lady with the short hair was playing with his ass and balls, he would need to cum before he was able to fuck anyone that night, he was barely holding on to his load now.

After a while the older guy stopped fucking Linda, explained to her that he was close to shooting his load and he didn't want to come in the pool, he said that they normally had a competition for the guys around the pool to see how far they could come, each guy would be with a different partner than the one they came with and they drew lots to see who got who and who goes first.

A line was marked on the floor and lots drawn, the idea is that the guy stands behind the line and his partner does what she can to bring him off and the distance is measured, winner gets his cock and balls licked clean by all of the other ladies.

Linda was second up, the first couple were nothing much to beat, as luck would have it, she was with the older guy, Linda sucked the guys cock hard and gave him fast and then long slow strokes of his cock, she was mixing the stroke rate between fast and slow and the guy didn't know if he was coming or going, Ben was nearly coming seeing his wife playing with another cock and suddenly the guy lets out a grunt and spunk squirts across the floor, the poor guys legs buckled as he came so hard.

After a couple more efforts it was Ben's turn and he had drawn a very young good looking dark haired girl of about 20, she had Ben bend over and touch his toes, she proceeded to lick his butt hole and sucked on his balls, Ben knew that this was not going to last long and tried to hold back for as long as possible, it was impossible and she knew it, she started wanking him off long and slow and built to a blurry speed, at the moment she inserted a finger into his ass hole the competition was over, Ben shot torrents of hot spunk into the air which landed yards away, everyone knew that this was the winner and the ladies took their turn of licking his cock clean. 

Ben and Linda got dried and had a drink with the couples from the pool, all of them were amazed that this was their first time. They all swapped numbers for future parties and promised to be in touch.

They thought that they had better get cleaned up and rest a little before the nights main events and decided to take a sauna, it was a fairly small sauna able to fit 6 comfortably and maybe a couple more at a push, they opened the door and there were 4 people in there already, a black guy and his wife and Mel who had shown them around earlier with a small fat guy who she introduced as Brian, they were all just chatting and asked if everything was going ok, Linda explained that she had never felt so turned on or seen so many cocks in her life, they laughed and said she was doing great as a first timer.

Mel was leaning up against Brian stroking his cock slowly and he was toying with her clit each of them chilled out and passing the time of day, in time Brian's cock stiffened, Linda and Ben had never seen a cock like this before, it was like the guy himself, short, but it was fat, it must have measured about 8" round, Mel laughed and said that you don't need length when you got this baby, she couldn't get her hands around it, so she played as best as she could and Brian wasn't complaining.

The Black guy introduced himself as Sam and his wife was Teri he was about the same age as Ben and Linda and she was about 10 years younger, both looked like they worked out and were very fit, seeing Mel playing with Brian must have worked for Sam too because his cock sprang into life and he stood and let Teri take him in her mouth.

Ben and Linda were just happy to have a free show; they gently fondled one another and allowed themselves time to recover.

Sam was now licking at Teri's clit like it was the tastiest ice cream in the world and she was loving every second, screaming loudly as her first orgasm hit.

Mel sat astride Brian and lowered herself gently onto his joint of meat gasping at the initial entry into her love hole, gaining confidence with every stroke and further lubrication from her oily cunt, she was not going to fuck for long, not in this heat and so she picked up the pace, by now she was impaling herself on his cock, when she screamed that she was coming it tipped Brian over the edge and they both came together in a screaming slurping flood of cum and love juice.

Teri was returning the favour for Sam and giving the best looking blow job that Ben or Linda had ever seen, she was taking all of Sam's cock into her mouth right down to the base, he sat there with his eyeballs disappearing into the back of his head. 




The Right Mood Pt. 02



It had been about 3 weeks since Ben and Linda had been to their first swingers night, their sex life had definitely improved and they had been all over one another whenever the opportunity arose, that wasn't always possible though as they had 2 teenage daughters still living at home and Linda was paranoid about them hearing and knowing what mum and dad were up to.

They had started going out on date nights and tonight was one of them, they were at the local multiplex cinema watching one of the latest movies, unfortunately it wasn't what the trailers had promised and both of them were bored.

Ben started trailing a lazy finger up the inside of Linda's thigh and although she stopped him by putting her hand on his, she wasn't really trying, she was wearing a wrap around summer skirt and Ben was easily able to find bare flesh. He continued to slowly run his hand slowly up and down Linda's bare thigh, she had started to fidget in her seat, fortunately, the cinema was fairly quiet as it was midweek and they didn't have anyone sitting close by.

After a few minutes, Ben started to trail his little finger along the outline of Linda's pussy, he could already feel a slight dampness and he touched the outline of her mound as he felt for her love button.

Linda was breathing harder now and grinding herself as best she could against Ben's probing fingers, she lifted herself slightly from her seat and he was able to pull her thong to one side and expose her now oily pussy lips.

Ben was tracing small circles over Linda's clit and she was struggling to keep still, she was getting wetter by the minutes and after about 5 mins she leaned over and whispered in Ben's ear that he would have to stop or she was going to have to do a "When Harry met Sally" moment and scream her orgasm to everyone in the cinema. Ben said that they should leave as neither of them were interested in the movie.

When they got back to the car they kissed like love-struck teenagers and Ben toyed with Linda's tits and she rubbed his hard on.

Ben started the car and Linda continued to rub Ben's cock through his shorts, as they pulled away she undid his flies and pulled his throbbing cock free, she slowly pulled back the head and continued to rub long and slow strokes as he tried to concentrate on the road, she lowered her head and engulfed his bell end with her moist warm mouth, Linda was sucking and stroking ever so slowly and gently, making little circles with her tongue on the tip of his glans, he was getting that old familiar feeling as the spunk in his balls bubbled and boiled.

Ben pulled into the car park at lovers leap, they hadn't been here since they were teenagers and Linda looked up as he stopped and parked the car, she laughed as Ben demanded that she put back her seat and get her thong off.

They were both more than turned on by this point and Ben didn't waste time, he climbed on top and rubbed the end of his cock up and down Linda's slimy crack , he pushed and slid into her with ease, Linda moaned and moved in time with his urgent thrusts, her favourite 3 long slow thrusts and 5 quick ones, she was moaning and cumming, soaking his cock with her oily love juice.

Linda wanted to be in charge and told Ben to swap positions with her and she climbed on top, Ben was doing all he could to hold off the inevitable when suddenly Linda screamed, "there is a man out there" Ben sat up and sure enough there was a man standing by the side of the car with his cock out, Ben had to explain to Linda that times had moved on and this was probably one of those sites that brought out voyeurs and people who were looking for strangers to have sex with.

Ben eventually calmed Linda down, he was still inside her and feeling horny as hell, he started to move his hips and she responded to his touch, the guy outside moved closer to the window and looked in, Ben rolled down the window so he could get a better look and the guy pulled his cock slowly as watched Ben grind into Linda's sopping cunt, he looked at Ben before reaching in and squeezing a feel of one of Linda's tits, she put a hand out of the window and took over his wanking duties, Ben's cock twitched as he watched and he started to pump her pussy faster and faster.

Linda picked up his pace and pumped the strangers cock in time with Ben's thrusting, in no time all three of them let out a yell as they climaxed at the same time, cum spurting up her arm and pussy as she squelched her own fluids onto Ben's sopping cock.

The stranger disappeared as quickly as he had came and they drove home. Linda showered and lay on the bed in her housecoat as Ben cleaned up, when he came to bed they talked of what had happened and their experience at the swingers club a few weeks earlier, they had their first experience of swapping and had loved it, but had not really gone into any great depth because they both felt a little embarassed with what had gone on.

They both agreed that the experience had got their mojo back and they looked upon it as a positive. 

When they had been at the club, they had exchanged numbers with a few people and it was a shock when they got home from work the following day and found a message on the answering machine from one of the couples at the club, Mel and Brian, they said that they were having a few friends over at the weekend and they would love it if they could join them. Ben and Linda quickly agreed that they would love to go so Ben called them back and got all the details, there would be about 20 people and they were all like minded people and a good time was promised to all.

Linda winked at Ben and said that she was going for a bath, Ben said that he would come and wash her back as soon as he had cleared the dinner dishes. Linda was lying in a soapy bath when Ben came in, she had candles glowing on the side of the bath and the lights low, she had one hand stroking her nipples and the other below the water line playing with her pussy, she was moaning softly and exploring her wetness for that special spot. 

Ben stayed in the background watching and learning, she looked so beautiful and sexy as she slowly toyed with her most intimate places, his hardness grew and he took out his cock and pulled slowly in time with her soapy hand, she continued to play until she suddenly twitched and jerked a soft moan and came, Ben moved his hand quickly now, squeezing the head as his hand passed over the sensitive purple bulb, Linda's voice was soft as she urged him to cum on her, he didn't wait, thick streams of boiling cum splashed over her face and tits and his knees buckled as he spent himself on her soapy body.

They were lying in each others arms in the afterglow of each others orgasms when the phone rung, they looked at each other, only bad news at this time of night right?

It was Linda's younger sister Jennifer or Jenna as she likes to be called, she was shouting down the phone and Linda was telling her of course she could stay. 

Jenna showed up at the door about an hour later carrying a bag that suggested it was more than an overnight stay, She explained that she had arrived home early from work and caught her partner in bed with a neighbour, she didn't seem all that bothered, more angry than upset.

Jenna is 6 years younger than Linda and a little more well built, a fabulous pair of tits and a peachy ass, twice divorced and a flirt, always has been.

Ben and Linda opened a bottle of wine to listen to Jenna's story, she explained that the cheating rat had stopped making love recently and she suspected he was getting it elsewhere as he usually needed to cum at least once a day, she had got home, seen his car on the drive and sneaked in, when she got up the stairs she found him pounding a 20 year old neighbour on her bed, she had turned around and left without saying a word.

It had been a couple of months since we had seen Jenna and she asked how we had been doing and if we were up to anything, at this point Linda flushed and looked away, Jenna knows her sister inside out and immediately started probing to find out what the big secret was.

Linda had drunk a couple of glasses of wine and she was no match for the interrogation, she explained to Jenna that she and Ben had wanted to spice things up a little and live out a few fantasies, they had been to a swingers club and had the time of their lives.

Far from being shocked, Jenna explained that she had had a couple of experiences of group sex with men and women, she agreed that if you are comfortable in your relationship, it can be a really good experience and can enhance your sex life.

Ben left the girls to gossip and catch up and went off to bed, as he slept he dreamt of sharing the two sisters, about an hour into his sleep he was woken by Linda, she was telling him that Jenna wanted to come with them to the party on Saturday and she didn't know what to tell her or what to do, he was suddenly wide awake and fantasising of his chance of seeing his sister naked.

if Linda didn't mind he sure didn't, he explained that Mel and Brian would be ok as long as he rang and cleared it with them, Linda had known what her sister was like ever since they were teenagers, they had always shared secrets and swapped stories of what they had been up to, but this was different, she explained to Ben that she won't let it go, she insists on coming with us, Ben convinced her that she was a big girl now and if that's what she wants, it's no good arguing, anyway it might be a good laugh. 

Saturday couldn't come quick enough for Ben, he had phoned Brian and of course he agreed that Jenna should come with them, more the merrier he had said, Linda had come to terms with it as well, she knew that her sister was a very sensual woman who loved sex, she had no secrets from her and wouldn't be embarrassed being seen in any compromising situations.

Ben showered and changed early, he left the girls to get ready alone upstairs, he could hear them gossiping and giggling and talking of cock sizes or something similar as the laughter became more raucous.

When the girls eventually came down the stairs, Ben's jaw nearly hit the floor, both of them looked stunning, Linda wore a classy dress in red that touched and accentuated every curve especially her ass. Jenna wore a short skirt and low cut top, she looked like sex on legs and Ben's cock twitched in his jeans, he was already on heat and he hadn't even had a feel of anything for 3 days.

They drove over to Mel & Brian's and were pleasantly surprised to find that he had a fairly big place that was secluded about a quarter of a mile from the nearest neighbour, Brian explained when they said how nice his place was that he had a successful chain of adult only stores that sold everything from DVD's to Dildo's.

Brian took the 3 of them to meet the rest of his house guests as he called them, he had a large living room with corner couches and there were people sat chatting and drinking, he continued into a room that he called his play room, there was a bar at one end, a massive screen showing one of his latest DVD productions and a massive round bed right in the middle of the room.

People were still arriving and Linda got the shock of her life when Brian introduced a couple that she had seen before, she had actually felt and seen before...it was the shaven headed guy from the club with his red haired partner, he was about 6' 5 with the most enormous cock she had seen...or felt, she blushed slightly as Brian introduced them, the shaven headed giant smiled and said that he hoped to see more of them later and turned towards the bar.

Jenna immediately picked up on Linda's blushes and started laughing, asking if that was the guy? Ben knew straight away that this was what they were giggling about back home, he was right, it was cock sizes.

Brian had been around the room giving all the men his latest sample of pill from the manufacturers, guaranteed to keep you hard for 12 hours he had said. Everyone was feeling chilled and relaxed and after about an hour chatting and drinking, Brian called everyone into the big playroom, he said that whenever he has his parties, he gets everyone in the mood by playing a few games before everyone disappears into the bedrooms.

Volunteers were asked for and 3 men and women were required, the guys were rounded up in less than 30 seconds, but Brian had to go around the room pleading for the ladies to step forward, eventually he came over to Linda and Jenna, they were unsure at first but eventually they gave in and joined Brian at the front of the room.

Brian's wife Mel took the lady volunteers out of the room and said that they would be back soon, in the meantime he brought a big lightweight panel into the room with holes cut into it, they were bigger than your normal glory holes, he explained that he wanted the girls to have access to all areas, he told the guys to strip and get behind it and prepare themselves for fun.

When the girls were brought back in their were 3 cocks standing proud through the holes in the panel, Mel explained that they were going to play Musical cocks, when the music is playing, the girls have to suck and stroke the cock in front of them, when the music stops they move onto the next cock, as soon as the guy cums he is out of the competition, the winner is last man standing who gets all 3 lady's on the bed until he cums.

The music started and all 3 started sucking and stroking the cock in front of them, Ben moved in for a closer look, Linda and Jenna were next to one another and Ben's cock hardened as he watched his sister and wife suck for all they were worth on strangers pricks, Jenna licked the shaft and buried her mouth over the purple head in front of her, while Linda went for the manual attack, she was stroking the guy fast and slow, long and short and it was obvious this guy won't last, sure enough after a couple of minutes Linda moved to one side and went at the guys cock like a jack hammer, he spurted streams of cum across her wrist and splashed the wooden flooring, a big cheer went up and the guy appeared smiling from behind the panel.

The music stopped and they all moved up one place, but Jenna didn't have anyone to move up to so she joined Linda in front of one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen, the girls looked at one another and laughed, they both knew this was shaven headed guy, he wasn't even fully hard yet he was about 9 inches long and thick as a baby's arm.

the music started and Linda kissed the head, running her tongue under the seam of his bell end, he pushed forward, his cock twitching to her touch, Jenna wrapped her hands around the shaft and explored it's length moving slowly to the rhythm of the music, Linda oiled and lubricated the shaft with her tongue and mouth and Jenna pumped at the beast with increasing speed, unbelievably the cock grew, solid as a rock and at least 12 inches long.

Ben was transfixed, he had never imagined anything as sexual as this, his wife and sister gorging on male meat before his eyes, as he watched he felt a hand stroke his ass, it reached down and felt between his legs stroking at his balls, someone was feeling him up and undoing his flies, it was shaven guys partner, the red head, she opened his belt and pulled down his jeans around his ankles, Ben was now standing in the middle of the room with his pants around his ankles in front of everyone and he didn't give a shit, the red head licked between his thighs and it was like a bolt of electricity hitting him, she moved to the back of him and explored his ass with her tongue, she licked the length of his crack and then darted the tip of her tongue into his hole, shockwaves were hitting Ben like never before and his cock was ready to cream, red head knew this so she stood and made him bend a little at the waist, his ass was sopping wet from her tongue and she easily inserted her middle left finger into his juicy butt hole, she wrapped her right hand around his throbbing member and started to finger him and pump as fast as she could. Ben couldn't last any longer than about 20 seconds and he screamed as he shot globules of spunk into the air, Red Head milked him dry he had never cum as hard in his life, a round of applause woke him from his dreams and he quickly pulled up his pants and tried to concentrate on what was happening in front of him.

Ben went to the bathroom and cleaned up, when he came back there was only one man standing, well at least his giant cock was, shaven guy was lying prostrate on the round bed and all 3 ladies were oiling and massaging every inch of his hairless body, by this stage he was moaning softly as their eager hands delved into all of the crevices in his body, his cock was rigid and fat veins throbbed the length of his shaft.

To Ben's amazement, Linda's sister Jenna was leading the way, she was naked and sitting astride the big man, she was rubbing oil onto his torso and sliding backwards and forwards across his chest and belly she too was covered in a silky sheen and she moaned in time with his soft tones, the other 2 including Linda rubbed oil onto Jenna's ass and thighs.

Linda was slowly stroking his cock with both oily hands and when Jenna slid down his belly, Linda playfully smacked her ass with his giant member, Jenna continued to grind her ass around his glistening cock with her cheeks, she was rubbing her sopping pussy lips up and down his shaft, Linda positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to Jenna's glory hole and she slowly lowered herself on the giant pole.

The giants eyes rolled to the back of his head as the ecstasy hit his senses, Jenna was able to take the monster to the hilt at once, she was more than ready and she slid easily up and down the length of his shaft

Linda continued to hold onto his cock and she slid gentle fingers the length of it as it appeared from the soaking flesh within Jenna's body, there was a milky oily emulsion lubricating and glistening in the light as Jenna's cum and the oil mixed, Jenna picked up the pace and rode him like a steam piston, both of them were making guttural noises and they were oblivious to the crowd who had now moved to surround the bed to get a better view.

After a couple of minutes, Jenna screamed and slowed, she sat there shaking as if she was having a fit, as she slid off his engorged cock, Linda started pumping it as fast as her hands would go, his back suddenly arched and white hot streams of cum shot through the air splashing Jenna's back and ass, they lay there for a minute or two trying to get their breath back, when they eventually roused the big man let out a raucous laugh and shouted "now that was a fuck and a half!"

After the turn on of the opening show, most of the people at the party were now pairing off and either disappearing into bedrooms or just making out on the couches in Brian's playroom, Linda and Jenna needed to clean up and the hostess showed them up to the bathroom so that they could shower.

Ben grabbed a couple of drinks and followed them up the stairs, Mel showed them which room they were in and he knocked and asked if they were decent before entering the room. As he walked into the bedroom, his wife and sister were both naked and about to go into the walk in ensuite shower room, Ben was more embarrassed than Jenna and she giggled when he averted his eyes from her nakedness, he kissed Linda and asked if she was ok? she replied that she got so turned on downstairs it was unreal, she asked Ben if he was ok watching her play with another guys cock and he said that she looked awesome and it was the sexiest thing he had seen in his life, Jenna coughed and Ben laughed and said that she may have had something to do with it as well.

They both said that they needed to clean up before going back to the fun of the party, Ben cheekily suggested that they may need their back washing, Linda curled a finger encouraging Ben to follow.