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The Black Dress

By: English Bob



Naomi Porter watched her son as he rooted through the attic junk. Rees was a good boy and, at eighteen years old, could have found much more interesting things to do with his time than help his mother clear out rubbish - of that much Naomi was sure.

"There's a big box of clothes down here." He called

"Okay, can you pull it over so we can see what's in it?"

As Rees struggled to pull the large crate out into a space where they could both inspect the contents, Naomi looked around the gloom of the attic. All this stuff seemed like it belonged to another lifetime, an unfulfilled lifetime she had shared with her, now, ex-husband. At thirty four years old, Naomi Porter's fortune - and her life - had changed almost eleven years ago.

She had been singing one night at a local charity benefit in her local town. There had been talk amongst the performers of the possible arrival of a talent scout from a big city firm and, of course, Naomi was also excited at the prospect of being "discovered". But she was a realist and never really expected to get noticed herself. Besides which, if she had of been seen, she knew that her husband would have put up fierce opposition to her taking off for a life on tour.

But Naomi was noticed. Her performance that night was one of the best of her life and she excelled, putting the rest of the performers that night firmly in the shade of her lime-light. The scout had little choice. She was the freshest thing that he had seen for ages and he lost no time in offering her a series of bookings, singing backing to one of the top stars that his company managed. Naomi knew that there would be fights and heated arguements at home, but she also knew that there was one person, one man, that would be on her side and support her.

"Just seems to be a few old dresses and an old computer in here."

Rees's voice snapped Naomi from her daydream and brought hr back to the present. Slowly she peered into the box. She knew what was in there even before she looked and her skin was already beginning to tingle with anticipation. Her hand reached in and touched the soft material of the dress. It was folded neatly and she carefully blew the dust from the fabric. She brought the garment up to her face and inhaled the dusty aroma. Dispite the dust the familiar scent came rushing back to assault her senses like an electric shock. 

"Guess we better throw all this junk out?" Rees commented.

But Naomi was lost in her own thoughts. She stood in front of a mirror that was against the wall and wiped the thick dust away with her hand. She held the dress in front of her. Her thoughts were now completely lost in a dream-like world as she remembered back to the last day she had worn the dress - the day her career started....

Naomi sang all the way back home in the car. She felt as light as the very air itself and she seemed to float in through the front door. Her hand reached out for the light switch. As the lounge suddenly became illuminated her heart fell as she remembered she was the only one in the house. Her husband was working away again and her father was looking after young Rees for the night at his home only a few miles away. She checked her watch and felt her heart race slightly. It was 11pm. She knew there was one person that she could tell her news to that would be pleased for her. She just hoped that Bob would still be on-line.

Leaping the stairs two at a time she hurried to her bedroom and the computer - her only means of contact with a man she had never met but made her feel so good, so wanted. Naomi cursed the machine as the cables from her microphone and camera became entangled. She checked her watch again and felt a rising panic. She had to log on soon to the Internet or he might be gone. She was so excited and wanted to share her joyful news with him.

The dial-up delay seemed to last for ages as she watched the blank screen. She could feel her palms sweating slightly. 

Waiting...waiting..waiting...and the suddenly she was on-line. Her eyes searched in vain for Bob's name and her heart sank as she realised that he wasn't there.

"Fuck!" she swore under her breath.

Deciding to leave the computer running for a few minutes, Naomi, disappointed at not being able to share her feelings, started to prepare for bed. It would be a long conversation with her husband on his return tomorrow, she reasoned, so better get a good nights sleep. But she knew that sleep wasn't what she really wanted.

Just as she was sitting on her bed and about to take her high heeled shoes off, Naomi heard the familiar sound of the log-in chimes from the computer speakers. For a moment she was sure that her heart had stopped beating. She froze, her shoe half dangling from her stockinged foot, her breath held in anticipation. Could it be him? She hardly dared to think. She wanted so much to check the screen for his name again, but was scared that it would only be one of her girlfriends trying to find out how the concert went.

Slowly she moved towards the computer. She caught her breath as she saw his name highlighted. He was there! Another chime from the speakers indicated that he had sent her a message. Her fingers trembled on the keyboard as she looked.

*How are you, sweetheart? How was the concert?*

He had remembered! She knew that he would never let her down! Her fingers began to fly across the keys as she typed her reply. She seemed to type and type, telling him all about the concert and how the scout had approached her afterwards.

*You're on your way! I knew it would happen!*

The message was clear and to the point. Naomi and Bob had been conversing via the internet for nearly a year and in that time she had revealed more about her innermost desires and fantasies to this man than she had to anyone else in her life. He knew well her ambition to succeed as a singer, but she had also told him of her need for a dominant male. Bob had fulfilled this need in every way apart from physical contact. He was firm with her but gentle, teasing her mind with his words and setting her body on fire with his suggested instructions.

*Did you wear the black dress?*

Again the computer chimed as the message flashed up in front tof her eyes. Naomi smiled. Bob had told her to wear the dress for the concert and he knew full well that she wouldn't disappoint him

*Yes I did!*

*I told you it would help, didn't I!*

*Yes!..actually I just got home...I'm still wearing it!*

There was a long pause. Smoetimes Naomi thought that Bob did this on purpose just to tease her. When his reply finally came it was, as always, short and to the point. 

*Show me*

Naomi held her breath for a moment. For months the couple had been enjoying a very close on-line relationship; intimate. They had both masturbated for each other and described the feelings that their actions elicited. They had teased and stimulated each other vebally, but the camera was new and Naomi was still a little shy about it.

*Show me*

The message popped up again on Naomi's screen, promting her to reply. She knew she wanted to show him, she knew that letting this man see her in the clothes that he had selected for her to wear was exactly what he wanted. She wanted it too but her fingers shook as she clicked the button to connect her camera.

Bob Reynolds sat at his computer and watched the screen. He had sensed that, tonight, his Naomi was more excited than usual. He prided himself on knowing her well and could usually tell what sort of mood she was in. He had asked her to show herself on her camera before, but when she was reluctant he hadn't pushed the request. But this time he knew was different and his eyes lit up when he saw the picture of her bedroom displayed on his screen.

Slowly, Naomi appeared on the screen sitting on the edge of her bed in front of her computer. Bob almost gasped. She was so beautiful. More beautiful than the picture that she had sent him made her look. He could see her smiling at him and could almost make out a twinkle in her eye. The dress also looked extremely attractive. Short and black - as she had described. She turned and Bob could see the zipper that ran down the back. He could also see the black stockings that he had also requested that she wear. There were a pair of black high heeled shoes left on the carpet and Bob smiled to himself. Naomi's stocking feet were always a turn on for him and he loved to advise her on what colour nail polish to wear.

Suddenly he was aware that he was watching another man's wife, but this couldn't really be construed as cheating, he reasoned, and Naomi had told him on many occasions that sex with her husband had never been exciting. The look on her face told him that his Naomi was just as keen to continue this as he was!

Naomi could almost feel her on-line lover watching her. She was in a strange mood - that much she knew. So much had happened tonight and she wanted to keep the dream-like evening alive. She wanted to please Bob so much. She knew that he had been disappointed by her earlier reluctance to connect her camera but adored him for the unceasing patience that he had shown. But tonight she wanted to go further with him. She wanted to make their relationship as complete as possible. Her whole body seemed to tingle in anticipation and, when the request finally came, she was more than ready for it.

*Pull the dress up please, Naomi.*

She took a deep breath and held it. This was the moment that she had been waiting for and she wanted to make it good for her man. She licked her lips as she grasped the hem of the black dress and began to slowly pull it up over her lithe body.

Bob could feel the pressure buliding in the crotch of his jeans as he saw his beauty's body slowly exposed. Naomi always gave him an erection and he had masturbated to climax on several occasions as she talked to him. But this was different. He had plans!

For a moment Bob had trouble expressing how he felt. He knew that Naomi loved the way he talked to her; how he put his thoughts into words and how he described to her exactly what he wanted her to do. She had never let him down and he offered a silent prayer that his brain wouldn't fail him now.

*You look sensational!* was all he could manage to say at that point and cursed himself for his lack of imagination as soon as he had sent the message. His eyes were glued to the screen and he saw Naomi smile at him. He relaxed. He sensed that the ice had been broken and all of a sudden ideas began to flood his mind.

Dispite the cool night air, Naomi felt hotter than she had ever felt in her life. The dress lay crumpled on the floor as she sat on the bed in just a pair of black panties and her stockings. She could feel that her nipples were hard and swollen - this was something that always happened when she talked to Bob. She longed to touch them, feel the stiff protrusions dig into her palms as she massaged the firm orbs, but she knew better. She knew to wait for his words before acting herself.

*Touch your breasts for me*

She smiled again sensing that he was reading her mind. Her hands cupped the swell of her breasts. She gasped out loud as the points of her nipples came into contact with her palms and she quickly began to roll the hard buds between her fingers. She continued as requested for three or four minutes feeling the heat rising from the tips of her toes to permeate through her entire body. She was just beginning to feel alive when suddendly another message appeared.

*Stop..Now!*

She was used to this sort of message and immediately did as she was told. Bob liked to tease her and she loved the build up to a climax time and time again.

*Take off the stockings now please*

Without hesitation, Naomi rolled the black nylons slowly down her long, slender legs. She knew that Bob would be watching closely and wanted to make a show of it. She stretched her legs out in front of her and pointed her toes, pulling the black nylon from the ends of her feet. She knew that a view of this would please him.

Bob continued to watch with growing excitement. His cock was now throbbing almost painfully and, relenting, he carefully unzipped his jeans and eased his manhood out into the open. His hand slowly massaged the head as he watched.

*Now take off your panties please, Naomi.*

Bob's fingers trembled on the keys as he typed the words. He knew that she wouldn't disappoint him but to request this of another man's wife was dangerous. He need not have worried. With another wide, pretty smile, Naomi lifted her butt from the bed and peeled off the black underwear.

Bob gasped again. His lover had always made a point of telling him that she kept her pussy smooth and sleek but he could see now that the entire area that surrounded her moist vagina was completely hairless.

Naomi felt her body react as she finally pulled away the last vestages of her attire and sat naked for the first time for her lover. Dispite the fact that she had always shied away fom the camera, and had expected to feel embarrassed or at least a littl shy, she currently felt nothing but intense excitement. She could also feel the dampness between her legs and longed to touch herself - to be touched by him - but she sat and awaited his comments as she knew she must.

There was a pause before the next message and Naomi was a little confused. Now that he had seen her, was the mystique lost? Had they both made a big msitake by taking the relationship to this level?

*You are one of the sexiest creatures I have ever seen, my darling!*

Naomi could have cried for joy when the message flashed up on her screen. Now she wanted to do more for him. She wanted to do everything for him.

*Kneel on the bed, Naomi. I want to see you on your knees for me.*

As Naomi complied with the request, so the messages started to come more quickly. They were badly spelled and she smiled to herself thinking of her lover stroking his solid erection and typing with one hand. She was so pleased that she was having this sort of effect on him.

As asked, Naomi spread her knees as she knealt on the bed. Her hand moved between her legs and she felt for the first time how completely wet she was. Her still painted lips parted in a quiet moan as her finger slid between the slick folds of her sex and searched out her hard clitoris. She forced her eyes open as she continued to read the messages that were displayed for her.

*Rub your clit slowly for me, darling*

This was a tough request to comply with. Naomi's clitoris was hard and stiff and was almost begging her to rub it faster and faster. But again, Naomi complied. She knew there was no fear of punishment or retribution for a disobeying, her conformity was born out of the simple need to please her lover.

*Faster now*

Naomi offered a silent word of thanks as she was allowed to masturbate faster. Her finger, wet with her copious juice, slid easily over her clit and inside her vagina. She could feel herself building towards an inevitable climax and wanted him to be able to see. Edging her body around on the bed she turned so that her open legs were in a direct line with her camera.

*Ohhh..Naomi...that looks so good!..my cock is aching...cum for me my darling...cum for me!*

Bob squeezed hard at the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming as he watched in detail as his lover brought herself to climax. He saw her legs tremble and her back arch deeply. Her head lolled back, her shoulder length hair - just the way he had asked her to wear it - tumbled over her shoulders and matted to the thin sheen of perspiration that covered her forehead. She was cumming hard. There was no need for messaging now, his lover was in her own world of ecstatic pleasure.

As she began to come down, Bob knew it was time to act and to act fast. He didn't want her to lose the sensations that he knew were currently coursing through her body.

*Pick up you vibrator, Naomi*

He watched her read the message and immediately pick up the thin blue vibrator that she had told him she kept on her bed-side table. 

*On your back, please*

Again Naomi did as requested and without further instruction spread her long legs wide open.

Naomi Hands were shaking as her fingers twisted the base of the vibrator. A shiver went through her body as she heard the sex toy buzz into life. She could feel her pussy contacting still with the effects of her recent orgasm but determined to keep her eyes glued to the screen. She was quietly awaiting further instructions.

When the message came at last she was so excited that her wet fingers slipped on the sleek shaft of the vibrator and dropped it onto the bed between her legs. He giggled as she picked it up quickly and prepared herself for penetrated again.

Naomi's eyes closed as the vib slipped easily between her wet lips. The second, smaller climax hit her almost immediately and her hips bucked up from the bed intensifying her contact with the vibrator. She knew what he wanted to see and was happy to do so. 

Bob looked on as he watched Naomi's hands busy at her pussy. The fingers of one hand slowly opened her sex lips, and he was reminded of a flower in bloom. And then the vibrator sank deep inside her. He rubbed his cock again. The erection had sustained for what seemed like agaes and he knew that he had to have some release soon. He cuppedhis balls. They felt full and heavy. If he could only just last out a few more minutes. He could see that Naomi was about to cum once again and wanted to time himself perfectly with her.

As if his lover could read his mind she immediately sat up and looked directly into the camera. Her legs were spread so wide on the bed that Bob thought the position must have been a little uncomfortable. 

Naomi pushed the vibrator in and out of her pussy at lightening speed. Her legs felt like jelly now but she knew that Bob would also be mastrurbating and wanted so much for them to cum together. She could almost sense his presence in the room with her. She could feel her legs shake. She could feel the hard buds of her nipples as the warm glow began to creep over heryet again. As she climaxed for the third time she knew....she knew that it was right...she knew that they had both cum together..........

"Hey mom? The dress? The computer? What are we going to do, throw them all out?"

Naomi's eyes opend quickly and stared into the mirror. The dress didn't seem to have changed much and she was fairly sure that she hadn't either. Exercise and a good diet had ensured that she had retained her girlish figure.

"Mmm? Sorry honey, what were you saying?"

Rees sighed in an over-exasperated fashion and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling.

"The dress?"

Naomi carefully folded the dress and placed it under her arm. "No I'll not be throwing this away, honey." she said casually. "Anyway, that computer might still be okay. You want to try it?"

"No sorry. I said I'd go over to Dave's house tonight. You be okay on your own?"

"Sure, but help me take the computer down first okay?"

Naomi smiled as she watched her son climb down the attic ladder, carrying the box full of computer equipment. He would set it up for her, she knew. She wondered if it would still work.

For the rest of the evening, Naomi tried to put the computer and the dress out of her mind. She admonished herself on several occasions believing that she was behaving like a silly teenager, but she just couldn't get the earlier memory out of her mind.

Finally, at just after 11pm, Naomi trudged up the stairs to prepare for bed. As she entered her room she smiled as she saw that Rees had set up the old computer in the corner of the room. She smiled to herself and then shivered as a thought crossed her mind. Surely there had been too many years gone by? He would be in a completely diffent part of the world by now, wouldn't her? Would he even remember her? The thoughts kept streaming through her mind as she sat infront of the strangely familiar screen and began to type passwords that she knew she would never forget. As the dial-up connected quickly through the new cable system, she almost reached out to switch the machine off. But something, some force pulled her hand back. She just had to know.


The Black Dress



Paula called me at work and told me she had “a little Valentine’s surprise.” She told me she had made a tape she wanted to listen to. She met me at the wearing a tight, black wet-look dress. Paula has a great body and the shiny black material made her breasts and derriere stand out.        

“You have never worn that dress,” I said.

“It’s brand new,” she said with a smile “Come up to my bedroom.” 

We hurried upstairs, and she told to sit on the bed while she danced. She had made CD of soft sensual music and started to dance. Paula’s dance seduced me completely.

She started out innocently enough, as if she were performing at a ballroom. But the liquid motions of her body and the black, glistening material straining over her curves made her more desirable than if she had been completely nude.

I had never hinted that I was an ass man, but now she turned her back to me and wiggled those magnificent cheeks teasingly, tauntingly Before I knew what I was doing, I had my cock in hand. Paula had been standing with her hands on her dresser, admiring her body in the mirror, which also enabled her to see me. She glanced over her shoulder, winked and nodded her approval for me to go ahead and play with myself.

I pulled my throbbing cock and began pumping frantically while I watched her glimmering hips and ass sway.” Jerking off didn’t feel as good as being inside Paula, but when we had in bed I couldn’t watch her voluptuous body the way I was able to now while she wiggled her ass at me.

All too quickly, I felt the rush coming on. I fixed me eyes on Paula’s buttocks, and she helped me by writhing sensually to the music until I squeezed the last possible drop out of my cock. 

Then she said “lay down.”

I lay on my back, yearning for Paula to give her vertical lips to my mouth. She didn’t keep me waiting. Her pussy was soaking when she pressed it against my face. I cleaned her off thoroughly with my tongue settling into the joy of stimulating her.

Wishing to extender her pleasure as long as I could, I didn’t go straight for her clitoris at first. Instead, I let my tongue explore every byway in her wonderful pussy. Soon, though, she took my head in her hands and guided my mouth straight over her trigger.

“I’ve been ready for a while,” she said softly.

“The dancing turned me on, and watching your reaction almost made me come like gangbusters.”

Exhilaration filled me. I licked and sucked her clitoris faster and faster, until her body began to jerk as she rode my face recklessly. After she finished, she sat up, ruffled my hair and went over to turn the cd player off.

“That’s just the beginning,” she winked.

We strolled downstairs, watched TV in the dark and started the kind of heavy petting we had enjoyed early in our relationship. 

After a while, Paula said, “Let’s go back upstairs.” 

I wasn’t sure I was ready to go again, but she put my mind at ease. “I just want to be near you,” she said. “If anything more happens, that’s fine. It isn’t mandatory.”

. Moments later, Paula and I were dancing in her bedroom. The feel of her soft, warm flesh drew me tighter and tighter to her until I started trying to hump her through her dress. She repeatedly rubbed her pussy against my cock and then playfully backed off, raising my cock to new heights and driving me wild.

Finally, she moved in front of the mirror and faced it squarely Raising the hem of her dress, she said, “Touch me.’

I sank my middle finger into her wetness, and she unzipped my pants and took my cock out. We began to play with each other, watching ourselves in the mirror. When I told her how sexy her dress looked, she said that was the reason she had left it on. The shiny material highlighted the jiggling of her breasts as my fingers stirred her sweating body into restless motion.

Her hand began to make me lose control, too, and I surrendered to the wave of erotic feelings coursing through me. Watching each other in the mirror was terrifically exciting. My quick finish disappointed me, but Paula told me to keep going. I rubbed my face against her breasts while I continued to finger her. She stirred when my cheeks brushed her nipples, which were extremely sensitive even through the dress.

Suddenly Paula exploded into paroxysms of ecstasy. I wanted to boost her delight, but managed to keep my touch gentle until she was completely finished.

Later that night, actually in the wee hours of the morning, we made love the old-fashioned way, naked, in bed, and under the covers. Visions of Paula slinking around in her shiny black dress popped into my head. She knows how visually oriented I am. Her sensuous dancing had implanted a permanent music video, starring Paula, -~ in my mind. 



The Black Dress



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I purposely wrote this as if I was recalling a past sexual experience that I shared with the reader. This was inspired by a lover who enjoyed savoring the memories of our sexual experiences together (and arousing new ones) by reminiscing about our thoughts, feelings and actions. To be honest, I'm not sure how well this style reads to others, so please feel free to comment about the use of this writing style and/or any way to improve it.

Sometimes sexual arousal can arise from simple stimulus...like the sight of a sexy woman in a black dress... 

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I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked out of the bathroom into the dimly lit hotel bedroom. You were standing in front of the full length window, your figure silhouetted against the night darkness and the glow of the city lights below. My gaze wandered up the back of your legs as you stared out the window, unaware of my presence while talking on your cell phone and sipping a glass of wine. The sight of your mid-thigh length black dress accented your firm legs and sensuous curves, and ignited the warm swell of lust within me. 

Caressing up your thighs with my eyes, I couldn't resist lingering over your firm rounded ass. My mind recalling images and sensations of pleasing your anal desires, stirring my passion. Completing the vision of you, my eyes followed up the low V-cut back of your dress, savoring the tantalizing lines of your exposed back, shoulders and neck, teasing my hunger for you.

My visual tour of your body faded as I realized that we were supposed to meet your friends at a restaurant in less than an hour and I was late. I could also see that you were anxious and irritated by my delay, standing with your legs spread slightly as you impatiently swayed your hips from side to side, swirling the wine in your glass. However, I just couldn't resist the sight of your sexy curves in that black dress, and my cock swelled under my towel as my primal urges drew me to you. 

As you were talking on the phone, you didn't notice as I approached and I felt you startle and draw in a suroprised breath at the sudden feel of my hands slipping around your waist. As I embraced you, pulling you against me, you relaxed as the warmth of my chest pressed against your exposed back. My lips caressed your neck as I slid my hands slowly up the side of your ribs, then cupped your breasts firmly and felt you lean into my touch as I heard you say, "I gotta' go, we'll see you there." 

As you set down your phone I kissed the nape of your neck and along the top of your shoulder, savoring the light scent of your perfume. My senses now aroused and inspired, I traced my lips over the soft smooth warmth of your shoulder and back up your neck. Kissing up your neck, I whispered deeply, "Mmmm, I love how sexy you are in this dress." You giggled softly and settled back into me, then turned your head to look into my eyes, and our lips met in a deep passionate kiss. 

My fingertips circled lightly over your nipples, causing them to harden and rise against your dress, and you pressed your hands over mine, wordlessly encouraging me to squeeze your nipples between my fingers. Our tongues teased and played between our lips, and you felt the bulge of my swelling cock pressing against your ass from under my towel. 

I slid one hand down to your thigh, then reached over the smooth warmth of your inner thigh and massaged my hand up below your dress, seeking the heat of your passion. My fingertips traced over the silk panty covered warmth of your swelling pussy lips, and my palm lightly rubbing the silky material over your mound, pressing over your aroused clit. 

Feeling the heat of your lust building and the tingling pulse of desire for more, suddenly interrupted by the thought of being late and impatience with my delay. You broke our kiss, and slipped out of my embrace, then turning around towards me with a flushed smile, you protested, "Stop teasing now, we're already going to be late!" 

Looking into your eyes I could see the gleam of your passion aroused, and knew that your impatience was weakened by your ache of desire. You could still feel the warm pleasure from my touch, and your smile widened as you glanced down at my cock rising for you under the towel. 

With a mischievious grin I reached out and grasped your hands in mine, quickly pulling you closer to me, then wrapping your hands behind your back I slid my grip up firmly around your wrists. Restraining your hands against the curve of your back, I drew you against my chest and said "I'm not teasing." My lips pressed firmly over yours, quieting your brief attempt to protest. 

I felt you relax and push your luscious breasts and mound against me as you returned my kiss, first somewhat tentatively lingering over my lips, then more anxiously playing your tongue against mine. I released your hands from my grip, and you quickly reached up behind my neck and ran your fingers through my hair as our passionate kisses wandered from our lips, exploring each others flushed cheeks and neck. 

I reached down and slipped my hands under your panties to firmly massage and squeeze the warm curves of your ass, then pulling you closer against me and pressing my hard towel-covered cock up against your stomach. Lifting the hem of your dress up, I playfully pulled your panties taut between your cheeks, the silky material tightening and rubbing against your moistened pussy, causing you to break our kiss with a surprised squeal and laughter. 

Nuzzling down your neck, I reached around you and slid your panties down over your hips and thighs. Then caressed my hands over your hips as I felt you work your panties them down your legs and step out of them. Massaging and spreading your firm ass cheeks, I heard your gasp as I lightly teased my fingertip over the rim of your ass. You leaned into me, pressing your cheek against my bare chest, slightly bending and spreading your legs to invite my exploring fingers further between your legs. 

I slowly rubbed my fingers beyond the rim of your ass, and I heard you gasp again as I teased between your rim and the moistness of your pussy. I continued to slowly massage my fingers back and forth between your pussy and the rim of your ass, spreading your wetness, listening to you draw your breath in sweetly as you feel the pressure of my fingers tease between the warm wet folds of your swollen pussy lips.

You urgently pressed your mound against my thigh, rubbing against your clit while you slowly gyrate and push your pussy against my hand, encouraging my fingers deeper into the heat of your aching hole. I feel your heat and wetness as I slide my fingers deeper into you, and begin a slow rhythmic pumping motion, slightly stirring my fingers inside your slippery pussy as I glide them in and out, feeling you squeeze your pussy around my fingers. Gradually increasing the rhythm, I feel the slippery wetness of your juices flow over my fingers and hand. Your wetness spreads over your swollen pussy lips, and I hear your breathing quicken as you moan softly, pressing your lips against my chest. You kiss across my chest to my nipple, circling and licking my nipple with your tongue. 

Pulling the towel from my waist, you push your hand between our embrace and clasp the warmth of my hard shaft, and reach your other hand behind me to massage and squeeze my ass, then lightly run your fingernails across my ass and over my back. I shiver at the feel of your nails raking lightly over my back, and my cock twitches and pulses with pleasure in your hand as you massage and stroke it. You feel the wetness of my pre-cum over your fingers, spreading it over my swollen cock, making my hardness slippery in your hand as you stroke and massage it. 

You feel me ease my fingers out of your pussy, drawing in your breath sharply at the sudden loss, then feeling my wet fingertips trace between your legs, spreading your juices and wetting the rim of your ass. I slowly circled and pressed my finger against your rim and heard you purr, "Mmmm, that feels sooo good!" Then felt you push your ass back against the pressure of my finger, wanting to feel it inside you. 

Teasing, I slid my hand back over your pussy, massaging my fingers between your slippery lips. Soaking my fingers with your warm juices and spreading your wetness over the rim of your ass. Circling your asshole with my wet fingertip, I increased the pressure against your rim, and felt your fingernails trail across my back in response as you slid your hand down to strum over your aching clit. 

Your grasp around my hard thick cock tightened and you slowed the rhythm of your stroking as you pressed your ass against the pressure of my finger. I heard you gasp softly and felt you shudder slightly as the tip of my slippery finger eases past your rim, pushing slowly into your ass. Feeling the warm pressure of my finger sliding inside your ass, you thrusted your fingers into your wet pussy, filling your desire. 

With a deep moan you pressed your ass back further, relaxing and slowly easing my finger deeper into you. I slowly and gently pumped my finger inside your ass, feeling the heat of your lust increasing as your shallow breathing quickens to the sensation of my motion inside you. My cock twitched and pulsed in your hand and you increase the rhythm of your stroking, spreading my pre-cum over my shaft.

I massaged over your breast with my other hand, squeezing your nipple through your dress, igniting tingles of pleasure. You pushed your fingers deeper into your pussy, savoring the sensation of my finger pumping in your ass as you thrust your own fingers within your pussy. Rapidly rubbing and bumping your palm against your clit, sending hot ripples of pleasure through you, as you felt the throbbing of my hard pre-cum moistened cock gliding within your other hand. 

I slid my hand from your breast and grasped a handfull of your hair to expose your shoulders and neck to my lips. Leaning down I kissed along your neck while I was slowly stroking my finger in your ass, then pressed my lips against your ear and whispered "Mmm, your ass is sooo hot..I want to fuck your ass...do you want me to fuck your hot ass!?". 

You moaned softly, "Mmmhmm, yes, let me feel it!", and squeezed your ass around my finger. Pulling your hair back, I kissed down your neck, then eased my finger out of your ass and heard you draw in your breath sharply with a pouty "Ooohh!", at the sudden loss. 

Sliding my hand back down over your sopping wet pussy, I interrupted your masturbation, and you responded by squeezing your pussy soaked hand around my cock. Then spreading your juices over my swollen cockhead and hard shaft as I teased your wetness over your puckered rim. Easing my slippery finger back into into your asshole, I felt you relax and lean back into my chest, lightly groaning with pleasure as I gently stroked my finger deeper in you. 

Your fingers returned to pleasure your pussy, and I felt you thrusting your fingers deeper into your hole as I whispered deeply, "I want to feel my cock in your ass!"

You gasped, "Oohh yess...give me your cock, let me feel it in my ass!". 

I eased my finger out of you, and you spun around, arching your back and pushing your ass towards me as you spread your legs. You looked over your shoulder into my eyes, then leaned forward and bent down slightly you as you braced yourself with one hand against the full length window, and slid your other hand down to pull up your dress and massage your clit. 

Looking over your shoulder, you watched as I pulled your dress up further and grasped your hip firmly with one hand. You moaned out as you felt the pressure of my wet cockhead pushing against the rim of your ass. Feeling your lust surging, you pressed your ass back against the pressure of my cockhead, slightly bending and spreading your legs further, my cockhead eased into your tight ass. You groaned as my hardness pushed deeper into you, and I felt you relax as I leaned into you, feeling my thickness fill you as I pressed you up against the window. 

I grabbed your hips with both hands and slowly pumped my slippery shaft within the warm tightness of your asshole. Looking into my eyes you pushed back towards me, coaxing the warm pressure of my cock deeper with each thrust. I eagerly pushed deeper into you, and watched you pull down the top of your dress to press your exposed nipples against the coolness of the window. Feeling the heat and tightness of your asshole wrapped around my hard shaft, my cock throbbed with each stroke inside your ass. 

My lust surging with the sensations, I felt my orgasm building and leaned harder into you. My lips pressed against your neck as I pushed you up against the window and reached up to clasp my warm hands firmly over your breasts, squeezing your nipples between my fingers. I pumped my hardness into you, and heard you gasp with each thrust as you closed your eyes and pressed your cheek against the coolness of the window.

I felt your hand press down between your legs and you thrust your fingers into your gushing pussy, rubbing your palm over your clit in rhythm with the strokes of my cock. My balls ached for release as my orgasm swelled within my groin, and my urgent strokes inside your ass became shorter and faster. 

Suddenly, a hot electric wave of pleasure shot though me and I stiffened, moaning out deeply as my hips shuddered against you and I pushed deep into your ass, pressing you up against the window. My cock pulsed inside you, pumping out my cum, filling you with my heat as you strummed your fingers over your clit. 

My hips still grinding against you with my cock subsiding in your ass, I felt the rapid pace of your fingers playing against your clit. My lips against your neck, I whispered, "Cum for me babe...let me feel you cum!"

You groaned out, "Oooh, fuck yeeaah!", and I felt your body tighten, then shiver against me as you squealed out in orgasm. Your legs weakened as you leaned back into my embrace, feeling the warmth of our passion, as I nuzzled along your neck. 

Feeling you relax as we caught our breath, I gazed out the dark window at the city lights below and whispered, "Did I mention how sexy you are in this dress?" 



The Black Dress



This is a work of fantasy. This has become one of my favorite fantasies and I have decided to commit it to the written form to be able to share it. Some aspects have been taken from discussions my wife and I have had, and then they have been projected out in the way I'd like to see them realized...maybe one day.

Thank you to Eviant for editing this work and providing me with suggestions and insight.




I can hear the shower running in the other room and I can smell the steam through the open door. Lying here on the bed naked, my mind races as my heart rate slowly works to return to normal. Julia is in the shower washing the sweat and the semen from her exhausted body. The aroma of sex and the chill of the sweat drying on my body tell me that what has happened was real. My mind tells me that what it saw was real. And most of all, her black dress pooled on the floor at the end of the bed, tells me it was all real. Sitting up, I look for my clothes and I hear the shower stop. A minute later, she exits the bathroom, her body still glistening with water as she dries her hair.

"Hey you," she says to me, "you okay?"

I looked at her nude form, the light from the bathroom casting an almost mystical aura of light behind her.

"Yeah, I'm good. A bit tired, trying to process what we just did, but I'm good," I answered her.

Sitting next to me on the bed she kisses me, whispering, "I love you," as her lips trail down my neck. 

Taking her chin in my hand I lifted her face to mine. "Are you okay?" It's an honest question.

Looking into my eyes she said, "Yeah, as weird as it may seem. I'm really fine with it."

Standing she pulled me up. "I think you'd better hop in the shower and get cleaned up before you get all excited again, we should be getting home soon."

Reluctantly I agreed, and went to go clean up. 

Fifteen minutes later, I was in the lobby checking out, my hair still wet. The older woman working the desk had looked at me in a knowing way as I checked out two hours after checking in. Apparently the "we got a call from home" excuse had been used a time or two. I didn't care. I actually felt a little smug standing there. Yes, my wife and I used your motel room to partake in our carnal desires away from the kids, I thought as I signed the bill. Two minutes later we were on our way home.

As I drove along route twenty, my hand found its way to Julia's thigh. Slowly I worked it upward, passing the top of her thigh-high black nylons, until my pinky was brushing her thong.

"There's no satisfying you is there?" she cooed as she slid a little lower in the seat, allowing my fingers easier access to silk covered pussy. Turning my hand I slid my middle finger into her, drawing a low moan from her sweet lips. 

"Mmmm, what's got you so worked up?" she asked as she slid her dress up, exposing her nylon covered legs. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her thong she slid it off and tossed it my lap. 

"That should make it easier," she teased as she reclined in the seat with her legs spread. I renewed my manipulation of her pussy, swirling my finger as it penetrated her. I could tell she was nearing orgasm as her moans became louder and louder. "Oh baby, I'm right there...oh God baby...Noooo!" she moaned as I withdrew my finger before she could cum. Slipping it between my lips I sucked her juices from it.

"I just want you horny for when we get home," I replied, a smirk evident on my face in the glow of the oncoming headlights.

"You're mean," she said, her sexual frustration evident in her tone.

"Well I assumed you were pretty well spent after the night we've had," I said.

"I was. I am," she said, "But thinking about it...it drives me a little wild. Ya' know what I mean?"

I did. I knew exactly what she meant. From the moment she stepped into the shower I had been replaying the past couple of hours in my head, which had left me in a near constant state of arousal. 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I told her, "I play it back in my head and I get so horny I feel like I'm going to explode."

"You exploded pretty well earlier," she teased, "are you sure you'll be up for more when we get home?" Reaching into my lap she found my rock hard cock in my pants. "Well I guess that answers that."

"I keep replaying it, hoping to burn it into my mind, I don't want to forget any of it," I tell her as my hand again settles on her thigh, this time gently massaging it.

"Maybe next time we could record it?" she offered coyly.

The words caught me off guard, and I swerved a little to stay in our lane. "Next time?" I asked, "You'd be up for a next time?"

"Yeah, I think so," she replied, "as long as you were okay with it."

My mind was racing, wondering how and when it could happen again. It had all happened so unexpectedly; everything had seemed to be moving at light speed, and then it was all over. Rewinding the movie in my mind, I pushed play and let it start all over again...

We had just left dinner. The meal had been superb. Her steak had been cooked perfectly well, just the way she likes it. Though we were a little over dressed for the place, she looked amazing in her black dress. The first clue that the evening had the potential to be out of the ordinary came when she ordered a second pina colada. When we left, she wasn't drunk, but she wasn't too far from it.

"I don't want to go home yet;" she said, holding my hand as we walked to the jeep, "let's go dancing, or find a band, or something." 

A quick call home to confirm that we had our sitter until whenever we got home, and we were off. Driving around, she placed her hand in my crotch and began rubbing until my cock sprang to attention.

"Looks like someone else is as horny as I am; maybe we should find a room? Like in the old days," she purred at me.

Glancing her way I asked, "Do we get a room or look for a club?"

"Get the room, then we'll go to a club," she replied, "I'll wait in the jeep. If we go in the room first, I don't think you'll get me back out. Well you won't get me out until management throws us out for the noise complaints."

I couldn't believe my ears. My normally reserved wife had just told me she wanted to fuck me silly. Pulling into the first motel I found, I parked in front of the office. Ten minutes later I was pulling out with a key card in my pocket.

"The guy at the desk said there is a decent club three blocks up the road. He said the D-J plays a good mix of rock and hip-hop," I told her as we pulled into the flow of cars. Sure enough, the club he had described was where it should be. Finding a spot remarkably close we parked, and walked a block to the club.

There was a ten dollar cover. We paid and went in. The thumping bass assaulted us as we went through the doors. There was a horseshoe bar on the left with a few high top tables scattered in front of it. The remainder of the place was a dance floor, with a small spot for the D-J. 

Taking me by the hand she led me to a spot on the crowded dance floor. Throwing her hands over her head she began a slow grinding dance in front of me, getting close and wiggling her way down my body. Standing, she gripped the bottom of her dress and hiked it up just enough to show the tops of her stockings. My jaw dropped. My conservative wife was letting her hair down in a way I'd only fantasized about. Snapping out of my trance I put my hands on her hips and ground my pelvis back at her. We danced without breaking for about twenty minutes. 

With the end of the current song approaching she got close to me and whispered, "I'm hot, I need a drink. Bar?" Nodding my head in agreement, we left the throng of writhing bodies in search of refreshment. Finding one open stool, she sat and I ordered: a beer for me, and Malibu rum and coke for her. I watched as she killed half the glass. Matching her feat with my beer, I set it on the bar.

"You gonna' be okay tonight to enjoy the room?" I asked.

"It's my last one," she replied smiling. "The dancing seemed to sober me up some and I wasn't ready to lose my buzz yet." 

Draining the rest of my beer, I set the empty bottle on the bar.

"I gotta' use the restroom. You gonna be okay?" I asked.

Nodding her head yes, she continued nursing her drink. I turned around and surveyed the landscape, searching for the restroom sign. After a minute I saw it on the far side of the dance floor. Setting off I did my best to skirt the moving mass of bodies in my way. 

Ten minutes later, I approached the bar, bladder drained. My heart hammered as I saw a short blonde woman sitting where my wife had been. Scanning the bar she was no where to be seen. Facing the dance floor, I looked for her, expecting to see her calling me to her with a seductive pull of her finger, her hips swinging sensuously from side to side. Well, I was halfway right.

Julia was facing me, but she couldn't see me because her eyes were closed. She was swinging her hips in a side to side and circular motion, causing her ass to grind into the young guy standing behind her with his hands on her hips. I stared in disbelief as she slowly worked her dress higher on her thigh, just as she had done earlier in the jeep. I watched with a mixture of jealousy and unadulterated lust as this guys hands roamed my wife's lithe body as the music continued to pound around us. My cock throbbed when he cupped her breasts, pulling her back to him. When the song ended, her eyes opened and she saw me staring at her. Turning to look at her dance partner, she said something to him then turned and walked to me.

"Hey you," she said as her hand slid between us to my crotch while she hugged me.

Feeling my hard cock she whispered in my ear, "Just as I thought."

"Who's your friend?" I asked sliding my own hands over the firm globes of her ass, and pulling her tight to me.

"That's Sean. He saw me sitting at the bar alone and asked me if I wanted to dance," she answered, "so I figured what the heck."

"That was dancing?" I provoked her, "I have a feeling that if the song had gone any longer he would have taken you from behind right there on the dance floor."

Looking me in the eye she said, "Yeah me too...too bad the song ended, huh!"

I was floored. We talked and fantasized about a threesome more times than I could count. On more than one occasion, she had more than warmed to the idea, and we had talked about how to find the third. More often than not she would only indulge my fantasy using toys. Yet here we were in a club, where my wife of ten years had just let a stranger feel her up on the dance floor, and then told me in no uncertain terms that she wanted to fuck him.

"Are you suggesting....?" I offered, needing her to finish the thought.

"...that we invite him to our room and have the threesome we've talked about so much? Yes, that's what I was thinking, if you're up for it...which it feels that you are," she finished.

"Let's do it," I said, giving her ass a firm squeeze. She turned from me and waved him over to us.

"Sean this is my husband, Jake. Jake, this is Sean," she said making the introductions, "Jake and I were hoping you'd come back to our room with us and see where the night leads."

Sean was taller than I, easily six foot one. He looked every bit the stereotypical college man. Where I carried some extra weight, he was lean and toned. My hair was a contained mess at its best, and he looked as if he stepped from the pages of an Abercrombie ad. She obviously knew how to pick 'em. Mixed with the apprehension that she'd be concentrating all her desire on this young stud was a bit of pride in the fact that this young stud had come on to my thirty five year old wife.

"Sounds good to me," Sean said. "Lead the way."

The ride back to our motel room was short, allowing for no conversation other than our assurances to each other that we were up for what was about to go down. Pulling in to the space in front of our room, Sean's car slid in next to us. 

Opening the door I entered and placed the room key on the table in the corner of the room. I watched as Julia walked in and stood between Sean and me. After he closed the door, she turned slowly to look at me and smile before turning back to him.

"This is our first time," she offered him, an obvious nervousness in her voice, "so I'm not really sure how it should all start."

"I think you need to lose that dress first," I said.

Looking over her shoulder at me with a pouty look, she asked, "Unzip me please?"

Stepping forward, I slowly undid the zipper of her dress and stepped back, eager to see what came next.

As if dancing to a song only she could hear, Julia began moving from side to side, rolling her hips as her hands roamed her body. I watched as she slowly slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting the dress pool at her feet. Leaving her shoes behind she stepped from her dress and walked to between the beds, wearing her black thigh high nylons, her black strapless bra, and her black thong. Placing her leg on the bed she ran her hands slowly up her legs, and started to remove the nylons.

"Leave them on," Sean suggested, "you look amazing in them." I liked the way this guy thought.

Hooking her thumbs into her panties she slowly worked them over her firm ass, bending at the waist to slip them over her toned legs. 

For a thirty five year old woman, she looks unbelievable, I thought as my eyes roamed her curvaceous form.

Standing again she turned to face us, flinging her thong by my head. Reaching back she undid her bra, and tossed it at Sean. We watched as she seductively stalked towards Sean. 

Falling to her knees she trailed her hands over his chest, coming to rest at the buttons to his jeans. Reaching into his pocket Sean withdrew a few condoms and tossed them over her head onto the bed. Her fingers making quick work of the button fly, she had his pants and boxers around his ankles in seconds, his thick cock springing to attention in front of her wide eyes. His dick had to be eight inches long and at least two inches thick. 

"Oh my God," Julia gasped as it struck her on the cheek. Wrapping her hands around the base of it she gave it a few slow strokes, moaning as she felt it throb in her hands. Opening her mouth she guided him in as far as she could take it, her lips stretched to accommodate him. 

Sean let out a guttural moan as his knees buckled slightly under the attention she was paying his cock. I watched in a heightened state of excitement as my wife sucked his cock like a woman possessed. From the noise he was making I knew she was swirling her tongue around him as fast as she could while sliding her hands along his thick shaft. I could see that she could only get about half of him into her mouth, but she was working him over good, trying desperately to get more of his massive dick in her mouth. 

Relinquishing his cock from her lips she slid her mouth along his hard shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva for her hands to use. Settling the fat head of his dick at her lips again, she began taking him in again, this time getting him about three quarters of the way in. I watched as she jerked him faster and faster all while sucking him as hard as I'd ever seen her do. About three minutes of this was all Sean could handle.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming," he yelled, after he'd sent his first spurt into her mouth. Julia moved her had away quickly, gagging. She wasn't one to take a load in her mouth.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Sean offered as she went to the bathroom to rinse, "I just assumed you wanted it that way." 

Sauntering over to him she stroked his softening cock a few times and kissed his cheek, "No problem, let's just make sure it doesn't happen again, okay?"

I watched as my gorgeous wife approached me wearing only her thigh high nylons, running her hands over her nude body. Standing in front of me she stared into my eyes as she undid my pants, causing them to drop around my ankles. Kneeling in front of me, she lowered my boxers and guided my steel- like dick to her parted lips.

"Ohhhh yessss," I moaned as she took me in. I stared into her eyes as she slowly slid her mouth along my cock while gently playing with my balls. She was as slow and tender with me as she was wild and fast with Sean. The image of her in front of me with another man's cock in her mouth combined with the blow job she was giving me was too much to handle.

"Baby I'm right there," I warned her.

Freeing me from her mouth she said, "I know. I want you on my tits." She stroked me four more times and I gave her what she wanted, groaning as my semen landed on her chest in splurts.

Standing, she pulled the cover from the bed behind me and wiped her chest clean. Then she leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "Are you ready for this?"

"Are you?" I answered, kissing her just below her ear.

"Yeah," she said as she turned from me. Walking to the other bed where Sean's condoms were, she placed two of them on the nightstand and tossed one to him.

Sprawling back on the bed she asked him, "Are you ready for some more?"

I swear I saw his semi erect cock literally spring to full attention at her words. It was obvious that the reality of bedding this beautiful woman had just set into his mind, and he couldn't wait to stick his thick cock into her. Tearing open the condom he rolled it on and climbed onto the bed behind her.

"How do you want it?" he asked, slowly stroking his member.

"This will work," she answered looking over her shoulder at him, "I don't suppose you have any lube?"

"I carry the rubbers, but I don't carry lube," he replied with a chuckle.

"This wasn't something we planned either," I said as I sat on the bed across from them. The spoon position was one of our favorites, and I could she how excited she was to take this young stud in her as far as she could.

"Guess we just use spit," Julia said putting some in her hand and stroking his dick with it.

Sean lifted her right leg and guided the thick head of his dick to her wet opening then gently began to push at her when she said, "Wait, one sec." Patting the mattress she said to me, "Come here."

Climbing onto the bed with them, I laid on my side in front of her and she pulled me into a hug. Looking back to Sean she said, "Okay, go ahead."

Face to face, I watched her as another man entered her for the first time since we were married. Her lips parted and her eyes grew wide as she gasped loudly, sucking in air.

"Ungggghhh....God it feels huge," she moaned to me as her fingers dug into my back, "how much do you have in me?"

"Just about half," he replied. He ran his right hand along her thigh up to her breast and down again, "You want me to stop?"

"Yes. Take it out and put on some more spit," she moaned. "I'm excited but not enough to handle something like that with out some help." Her face relaxed as he withdrew his thick member. 

Sean slid from behind her and stood at the end of the bed. He grabbed her ankles and gently turned her to her back. I slipped from the bed and knelt along side her at her head. Sean pulled her towards the end of the bed until her heels were touching her ass at the edge.

"My girlfriend swears that the only things she loves more than my cock in her pussy is my tongue." Sean stuck it out and rolled it around.

"Holy shit!" Julia gasped. His tongue was so long that when he stuck it out he could touch the bottom of his chin with it. "Holy shit!" she repeated again as he knelt at the end of the bed between her parted legs. He placed a tender kiss on the tiny patch of hair she kept above her pussy, and then his mouth found her sex.

"OH FUCK YES!" Julia cried out. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth formed a perfect O as Sean tongue fucked her. 

I stood next to the bed slid my cock between her parted lips. She moaned around it as I slowly fucked her warm mouth. Julia grabbed at the sheets and moaned as Sean continued pleasing her with his tongue. His head moved hardly at all, but whatever he was doing had Julia in fits. She writhed and moaned on the bed crying out, "Oh my gawwdddd" when I slid my cock from her mouth. After another minute or so Sean lifted his head from her pussy.




The Black Dress



"Do you think you're ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, let's try again," she said.

Sean climbed back onto the bed as she rolled to her side, patting the mattress again. I lay in front of her again and kissed her as she hugged me. I felt a pang of jealousy when Sean tenderly kissed her bare shoulder.

"Ok baby, here goes" he said.

Her face contorted in a mix of shock and ecstasy as he slowly entered her again, her eyes closing in an effort to maintain control. I felt her body tense as his thick penis stretched her like never before. Opening her eyes she looked at me and mouthed, "I love you" before another rush of pleasure forced her eyes shut again.

"Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssss," she cried out as he filled her with one slow motion, burying his cock deep within her, "oh God...oh God...please tell me that's all of it...oh God..."

Sean was moaning from behind her, his hand freely roaming over her tensed frame. 

"That's all of it baby," he assured her. "This is the tightest pussy I've felt in a long time," he groaned as he held still in her, giving her time to get used to his girth, "and you are so wet. I can feel your juices dripping onto my balls." 

We lay that way for a good five minutes or so, with the occasional gasp escaping her tender lips when he flexed his cock within her.

"Think you can handle more?" he asked her between kissing her shoulder and rubbing her tits with his free hand.

"Just go slow for me," she offered with a quiver in her voice.

Her face lit up in bliss when he began slowly thrusting into her. I watched her body heaving to catch her breath as he slowly filled her over and over.

"Oh shit I'm cumming," she yelled after only a few strokes from his thick cock. Sean didn't slow his pace. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm as she gasped for breath, her climax bringing screams of pleasure from her.

Looking at me she panted, "Go ahead baby...watch me. You always fantasized about it.....ohhhhhhhh......watch me get fucked by someone else...ohhhh yesssss."

Moving to the other bed I did as she asked. I watched as this young stud slowly filled her wet pussy over and over. She stared into my eyes as he continued fucking her. I gripped my hard cock and slowly began to jerk off to the sight of my wife fucking another man a few feet away from me. 

"You're so tight and wet," Sean groaned as he continued pumping into her from behind, "I'm gonna cum too...I can't hold back anymore. Where baby?...Tell me where."

With a gasp she moaned, "I want to feel it in me."

Gripping her thigh he gave a final thrust. With a grunt and yell he came.

"Oh I can feel it spurting," she moaned as he filled his condom inside her.

Withdrawing from her, an audible sucking noise could be heard when his cock left her stretched pussy. She moaned in what sounded like regret that he had to take his massive cock from her.

"Excuse me," Sean said as he walked to the bathroom to dispose of his condom.

"So how was it?" she asked me with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"

"It was better than I'd dreamed," I said moving to her bed. Rolling her to her back I kissed her, our tongues twirling around and around as my cock teasingly poked at her wet opening. "Are you ok?"

"He's a lot bigger than I expected, but yeah I got used to it," she said smiling. "It was weird being fucked while looking at you on the other bed, but it was really exciting too."

Pulling me down atop her she asked, "Can we try it again with me sucking you off this time?"

"Sounds like fun to me," I answered her sitting up. Sean had found his way to the other bed while we were kissing and talking.

Looking over to him I asked, "Do you think you could go again?"

"I usually take a little bit to get hard again, but maybe if I got a little show..." he trailed off, his request hanging in the air, a seductive smile on his face.

I rolled Julia over and pulled her onto all fours. Gripping her waist with one hand I guided my hard cock to her waiting pussy. Rubbing it around and around I teased her.

"Oh baby please...just put it in...stop teasing me...." She pleaded.

With a push I was in, making her moan as I sank my cock in to the hilt. Holding her waist I moved my hips from side to side, not giving her the motion she so desired.

"Baby stop....just give it to me..."she begged again.

"Tell me how;" I told her, "tell me how you want to be fucked."

Looking over her shoulder at me, she gave me the sexiest look I'd ever seen on her face in all the years I'd been with her. In a sultry tone she said, "Fuck me fast baby. Make me come all over your cock."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Holding her waist I pounded her, thrusting my cock into her as fast as I could.

"Uh, ugh, ugh," was all she could manage as I slammed into her, "Oh baby...I'm cumming...oh cummming....yesssssssss." She collapsed her upper body onto the bed, her ass sticking up as I continued to fuck her.

Turing to look back at me she moaned, "Do it baby, fill my pussy with your cum...come on...cum in me baby." Gripping the sheets she yelled, "I'm cummming.....ungggggghhhh." 

It was all I could take. With a groan I pushed into her as deep as I could and shot my semen deep into her. Falling onto the bed I pulled her over with me, my cock still deep within her. We lay there panting for breath for a few minutes. I opened my eyes when I heard Sean's voice above us.

"I'm ready," he said, his thick cock sheathed in another condom.

"Hurry and clean up," Julia told me when she saw his massive dick above her. "You lay on the bed Sean."

When I returned, she was kneeling over his legs, his cock aimed at her dripping wetness.

"Stand next to me so I can suck you while I ride him," she told me as she slowly sunk down onto his cock, gasping as it stretched her again.

I climbed onto the bed and slid my cock past her moaning lips into her waiting mouth. Clamping down like a vacuum she began sucking me with a wild abandon as she slowly rose and fell on Sean's cock. The room was warm and a sheen of sweat appeared on her body as she worked us both over. I could only stare with desire as I watched my wife's body tremble with pleasure as another man's cock entered her where only I had been before.

Julia's body moved with a fluid motion, her legs lowering her onto Sean's hard cock as her mouth sucked me closer to orgasm. Like a belly dancer she rolled her hips forward when she settled on him, his massive dick buried deep within her. I watched as her body trembled with enjoyment of pleasing two men at once. 

Wrapping a hand around my shaft, she began stroking me with intensity, her goal to bring me to orgasm. Taking me from her mouth, she stroked me as Sean began thrusting up at her, bouncing her tits with each thrust.

"Oh yes...come for me...oh yes...fuck me...make me cum," she howled as his waist pistoned into wetness, pushing his dick into her over and over.

Stroking me faster she moaned, "I'm cummming," causing me to erupt again, spraying my cum across her neck and down her back. She collapsed on top of Sean as he pumped his dick into her again and again, laying on him like a limp ragdoll unable to string together more than one or two words mixed with grunts and groans of pleasure as he brought her to climax again.

Standing next to the bed, I watched as he gripped her hips and flipped her to her back. Putting her nylon covered legs over his shoulders he began pumping into her again, eliciting gasps and moans from Julia as another orgasm crashed over her.

Clawing at the sheets she cried out in elation as his dick plowed into her. "Fuck me, oh Sean fuck me," she rasped, her voice growing hoarse from her cries of ecstasy.

Leaning his muscled frame over her, he thrust deeply into her, the sweat from his brow dripping onto her bouncing tits as he stuffed his thick rod deeper in her than I'd ever been.

Groaning, he withdrew his massive prick and tore the condom off. Stroking his cock with one hand he took aim at her firm stomach, while sliding the middle finger of his left hand into her wet pussy. Issuing a growl he came, spraying his warm semen across her toned stomach. 

"Aiiiyeeeeeee yessss," she squealed as his cum landed on her heaving frame, his fingers bringing her over the edge again.

Sean sat backwards between Julia's spread legs when his cock was spent sucking his fingers clean. "You are completely amazing" he said with a grin.

Sitting on the bed next to her, I hugged her to me, turned on by the scent of sex in the air, and her ravaged body working to control its breathing. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my chest. We watched as Sean moved from the bed and dressed.

"This has been unreal," he said as he tied his shoes. "Thanks for a night I'll never forget."

With that he opened the door and left. We held each other as we listened to his car pull away. Kissing the top of her head I squeezed her tighter to me.

"I love you," she said, the power of her words unusually strong.

"I love you too," I answered, releasing her from my grip.

"I guess we should clean up before we head home," she said as she slid from my arms.

"You go first," I told her. "You need it more."

I watched as she walked across the floor, her natural wiggle making her small ass move ever so slightly back and forth. Trying to catch my breath, I gazed after my naked wife as she disappeared into the bathroom while I worked to comprehend what we had just experienced. 



The Black Dress



As the old familiar names instantly appeared on the screen in front of Naomi's eyes. She gasped. Surely it couldn't be, could it? Not after all this time? But there it was; Bob's name highlighted as logged into the system. She suddenly realised that she had been holding her breath and let out a silent whistle. What should she do? What could she do - she had no choice. With trembling fingers she clicked onto her lovers name and typed: *Hello*

It seemed an age before the message was returned and Naomi was just about to give up and go to bed.

*Hi darling! Its been a while. Saw you on TV yesterday, it seems that I was right; you're a star!*

There was another brief pause before the next message appeared.

*Do you still have that black dress?"

The End