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A View To A Thrill

By: Desdmona



"The Cheshire Cat" was my favorite bar in town. The lights were low, the air was smoky, and the music never stopped. The ambiance was always ripe for seduction on any given night. So I was delighted when Ben called and invited me for a few drinks and a little dancing. Ben was a smooth dancer; his lean, muscular frame sucked up a song, and he became temptation in motion. He would nestle against me like he was casting a mold and then compel me to move with him. It didn't matter if the music was fast or slow, we'd cling together like a grafted tree. I shivered in anticipation as I stepped inside.

The atmosphere was as expected: dark, warm, and scintillating. Natalie Cole's silky voice emanated from the speakers, mixing with hushed conversations. Ben spotted me before I saw him and was waving with both arms like a traffic controller. I walked towards him, knowing the heels I wore gave a little bounce to my step. It was why I'd hastily removed my bra in the car. My nipples stiffened when the fabric of my blouse shifted. 

"Nice to see you're at your peak tonight, Fiona," he grinned as he stood to greet me.

"Oh, I'm not quite at my peak yet, but I have high hopes." I gave him a flirty wink and grinned back. 

Ben kissed me before whispering close to my ear, "Damn, baby, you look hot."

I slipped into the booth and purposely let my skirt slide up my thigh. Ben watched with avid approval before taking his seat across from me.

"Well, I knew I was meeting you, so I tried a little harder." I said it glibly, so I wasn't sure Ben realized it was the truth.

The waitress picked that moment to approach our table. Ben was already drinking a beer. I ordered a Guinness. We both watched the waitress walk away. She was wearing a tight, black skirt and a T-shirt that had "The Cheshire Cat" emblazoned across her back. I wondered if Ben found her appealing. 

"You're the one with the pussy that makes me grin, baby." He'd read my mind.

I rolled my eyes, but my insides turned to Jell-o.

"C'mon Ben, let's dance!" 

I wiggled out of the booth and Ben eagerly followed. The music had changed to a sensual New Flamenco tune. Ben grabbed me and pulled me close. Both his arms wrapped around me as he reached down and cupped my ass. He ground against me, and I could feel his cock harden near my groin. I wilted against him, letting his strength hold me, press into me, and excite me. My heartbeat plucked out the rhythm of the guitarist, forcing fiery blood to pulse through me. I rotated my hips to match his, never breaking the contact. We swayed in a body lock without talking, until the song ended. Another song followed, and another. All seemingly chosen to inject fire into our veins.

By the end of the third song, my skin was hot and my throat was dry. I reluctantly pulled away. Ben's brandy-colored eyes twinkled as he looked at me.

"Need a drink?" He'd read my mind again.

"Hmm, I need lots of things," I offered suggestively. "But a drink will do."

We returned to our table, my Guinness was there and I drank it nearly half gone.

"Damn! Fiona, how can you drink that swill?"

"Genetics?" I cheekily answered. "I don't know, I just like it."

"That stuff will put hair on your chest."

I made a show of pulling out my blouse and looking down it, before answering, "It hasn't yet! Want to see?"

"Hell, yeah, I want to see." Ben hungrily licked his lips.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. Ben looked too. We both noticed a couple across the room at the same time. Well, I thought it was a couple. It was hard to tell. All I could see was the back of a man draped over his partner in a groping exhibition. 

"Do you think they liked the way we danced? Ben asked.

"I seriously doubt they saw anything from that position," I quipped. We both laughed, and I downed the rest of my drink. 

Ben and I both looked back at the couple. I caught a glimpse of her bare midriff when they shifted. Her petite hands petted his ass as he leaned over her. It was very erotic – those slim fingers caressing in time with Bryan Adams singing, "Everything I Do, I Do For You."

"Who says you have to go to an R-rated film to be entertained?" Ben said.

"I don't know, but just like at the movies, I have to pee at the best part. I'll be right back."

I scooted out of the booth and straightened my skirt around my hips before leaving. I got most of the way across the room before I stopped and sneaked a peek back at Ben. As I hoped, he was watching me walk away. I smiled, squeezed my ass cheeks and swayed my hips the rest of the way to the ladies room.

I sashayed through the door into the brightly lit, white-tiled room and did a quick once over in the mirror. I looked over my shoulder as I walked toward the stall so I could see what Ben had been looking at. Not bad, maybe too wide to walk down a runway, but good enough to keep Ben looking. 

I picked a middle stall, sat down on the paper covered toilet seat, and let the result of the Guinness have its way. The door to the restroom slammed open and the room was filled with voices. The shock of sudden sound brought my urinating to a halt – probably due to leftover childhood anxiety about peeing in a public place. It did no good to tell my bladder we were in a bathroom, and everyone else was there for the same activity.

The new arrivals weren't paying attention to what was going on inside the stalls anyway. There was a lot of giggling. From where I sat, I figured there were two of them, one with a distinctly male voice. I leaned forward and peeked through the space where the stall door latched. Sure enough, it was a couple, the same pair Ben and I had just been watching. The guy grabbed a trashcan and jimmied it against the door.

"C'mon Stacy, nobody can see us now." His voice echoed against the tiled walls.

"Somebody could be in here, Josh. Check the stalls."

I saw Josh bend at the waist, looking for feet. In that split second, I raised my legs, holding my knees in a gynecological pose. The paper beneath me rustled, but it went unnoticed. Josh's mind obviously wasn't on detective work. 

After a cursory glance, he stood up straight and announced, "All clear Stace. Now where were we?" 

With his back now to the stall, I could put my legs back down. I slowly let my feet return to the floor and leaned forward to peek out again.

'Stace' was leaning forward, supporting her weight with one hand on the sink, while she dabbed at her make-up. Josh moved up behind her, slipped his hands under her arms and grabbed her breasts. She moaned and leaned back into him, covering his hands with her own and squeezing. She guided one of his hands down over her bare midriff and into the front of her low-rise jeans. I could see Josh's hand burrow in, well past his wrist. Stacey slipped her hand around her back, between their bodies. She closed her eyes and her head lulled back on his shoulder. Her ass butted up against his front. She moved her feet a little further apart, and Josh took advantage by digging deeper in her pants.

I'd never thought of myself as a voyeur, but right now, I understood the appeal. There was something vividly nasty about sitting on a toilet with my skirt hiked up around my waist, watching another couple. 

Maybe it was the Guinness, or the dancing with Ben, but I was horny as hell. I briefly quibbled with the idea of friggin' myself. What if I got caught? There was too much irony to give credence to that argument, besides I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to feel my heat. I was aching to feel it. My pussy lips were puffy as I dug in between. I was wet – thin, watery wet mixed with a more viscous wet. I could have closed my eyes and gotten off in seconds, but it was more exciting to wait. So I put a finger on either side of my clit and pressed downward, teasing without bringing conclusion.

When I peeked back out, Stacey was leaning forward, both hands resting on the porcelain sink. Her jeans were in a puddle at her feet. Josh unzipped his jeans. He pushed them down his thighs just enough for his butt to come into view. His ass was the same color as the porcelain and just as smooth. My eyes were drawn to the line of his crack. I followed it down until I reached his hairless, corrugated pouch. It was cherry red.

I couldn't see the area of contact between the two, but Stacey's loud groan and her mask of lust, visible in the mirror, told me Josh had hit his target. My eyes returned to his ass. His cheeks began to contract as he drove forward, causing a concave dip at the outside musculature. I wanted to grab that spot, nuzzle my face against his ass. Instead I slinked my fingers around my heated cunny.

I breathed in tiny puffs, struggling to remain quiet. I wished Ben were here to see this with me. As my heart pounded in my chest, sweat points over my body started to itch. A memory of playing hide-n-seek in the dark as a kid flashed in my mind. Desperately hiding, but still able to see what was going on, with my body tense, and fighting off jitters of being caught. The feeling was the same: exhilaration. My bladder started to burn.

Stacey bent over nearly limp across the sink. Josh's reflection showed his face taut with concentration. His nostrils flared with each thrust, his face grew moist, and he bit his lower lip. But it was his eyes that goaded my epicurean fingers – dark blue orbs that stared right at me! I gasped. Apparently, I wasn't as artful in hiding as I had thought. Obviously it didn't bother Josh, he plunged so vigorously into Stacey, I imagined it shook the entire bathroom, including where I was sitting. As he gave her a ride, I pushed my finger inside and started matching his motion. Thrust for thrust. Josh continued to look at me. I didn't dare blink. I'm not sure I could have anyway. I was in a feverish fugue state – some shift from reality into fantasy – so much so that when my orgasm detonated, it shocked me. It rumbled through me unlike anything I'd felt in a very long time, and I shrieked.

I heard Josh's final grunt and Stacey's yelp of horror. I grabbed my panties and jerked them up. I tried to rearrange my skirt as I barreled out of the stall and headed to the door. I avoided looking at Josh and Stacey as I pushed the trashcan out of the way and hurried out.

The dark, smoky room momentarily blinded me. As I blinked, trying to adjust my vision, the loud clang of a metal trashcan hitting tile echoed behind me. My sight cleared just in time to see fifteen or twenty pair of eyes staring at me. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Ben's blond head suddenly became my lighthouse in the storm, guiding me to safety. I nearly ran to it.

"Hurry Ben, let's go!"

"What the heck was that all about, Fiona?"

"I'll tell you later, let's just go." I watched as Ben leaned back against the booth seat, resting his arm along the top, in an easy relaxed pose.

"Fiona, I think you should sit down for a second."

"No, no! We have to go." I was sure Josh and Stacey would be out any second to confront me. I yanked on Ben's arm to get him to move, but it was like pulling on an anchored ship.

"Fiona, sweety, trust me, sit down for just a minute." Ben's voice was lowered to a soft caress, but his eyes danced with mischief. He nodded his head toward the seat. I glared at him and then peeked at the ladies room entrance. The door remained shut. Against my wishes, I did as he said and scooted into the booth across from him, but I wasn't finished letting him know what I wanted.

"Ben, I just want to go."

"We'll go in a second, I promise. Tell me what that was all about."

I looked around; nearly everyone had gone back to his or her drink and their own party. Only one woman still looked at me, talking to her partner behind a cupped hand over her mouth. She and her partner both smirked and then broke into laughter. The heat rose up my neck and over my face once again. My embarrassment began to change into indignation. It hadn't been that funny! I looked back at Ben. He barely contained his grin.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, Ben Stedman!"

"I'll make a deal with you. I won't laugh now, but later, we can laugh together." 

Ben was calm and sweet, and a little ornery. I couldn't resist him. 

"I suppose it is a little funny, but believe me, you don't know the half of it." 

He leaned conspiratorially towards me and reached to hold my hands. "So tell me the half of it!"

"Well, when I was in the bathroom, minding my own business, the couple that was getting off," I nodded my head toward their booth, "came into the bathroom and finished what they had started."

"Right in front of you?" Ben asked.

"Uh, not exactly 'right' in front of me. I was in a stall."

"And they thought the bathroom was empty?"

"Well, I did kinda raise my feet so they couldn't see me." 

Ben released my hands and leaned back, really laughing now. He tried to cover his laughing behind his hand, but suddenly stopped, and sniffed.

He grabbed my hand again and brought it close to his nose snickering, "I guess I don't have to ask what you were doing at the time." 

I jerked my hand back. But I couldn't resist smelling. Sure enough, my fingers reeked from pussy. Could I be more mortified? My cheeks had the temerity to blush again. Of course Ben knew just what to say, "I hope there's more where that came from." 

I reacted in the only way I could think of: flippantly. "For you fella, there's always more. NOW can we leave?"

"Is that a promise of more to come?"

"Absolutely!"

"In that case, I better tell you before we get up, Fiona, the paper shield from the toilet is hanging from the back of your skirt!"

I'd certainly given a holy show. So much for thinking I was done blushing for the night!

Cheryl and her Friends: A View to a Thrill



Just prior to Christmas, I was engaged by one of our readers to write a custom story. I've been wrestling with the continuations of a couple of chapter stories so this opportunity let me dig back into the process in a channelled way, which helped me move those along. It was a good chance to also make a fast friend.

It's pretty much a stroker, which is exactly what the little vixen wanted.

All names changed to protect the naughty.

The morning had gone slow. The network was impossibly unreliable and to top it off, the kitchen had no coffee.

"Damn it! How am I going to get his file shipped out?" Cheryl was frustrated. Still, she managed to find some tasks that didn't require the computer.

"Ping," Cheryl's phone chirped.

"911. Meet me for lunch. Usual spot," read the text message from Tannis.

Tannis and Cheryl had been friends since high school. Cheryl felt lucky that Tannis hadn't moved away like so many others. She was a great friend, very generous even if just a little flighty. And god, sometimes Cheryl wished she was a guy. Tannis was flippin' gorgeous with great curves and not a hint of fat and a vivacious smile that stopped everyone.

"Sure, hon. Serious?" Cheryl tapped out a quick reply.

":')"

Lunch out would be a happy respite for Cheryl. Getting away from that thing with a mind of its own became a priority even. She could leave in ten minutes.

Tannis was waiting and adopted a pouty face as soon as she saw Cheryl.

They greeted and hugged as Cheryl suggested, "Let's get you inside and you can tell me what's going on."

They slipped into some small talk while they waited to order. Finally as all that was settled, Tannis broke the news.

"Peter has to go to China for a whole month!"

"Aaawwww, poor baby. A whole month! Whatever are you gonna do?" In reality, Cheryl was sympathetic and Tannis knew it. They shared a lot with each other. A bottle of wine and two perpetually horny girls? Secrets are gonna spill. Cheryl might even have known more about Tannis' sex life with Peter than he did. The girl was insatiable.

"This will be the first time we have been apart since we got together. I'm going to miss him so much. Well, him and his cock," Tannis giggled.

"You are such a tart! I don't know how he keeps up with you!" Cheryl laughed.

"I don't want to be just stuck with toys while he's gone. And worse, he needs to remember how much I want him. I am sure some Asian sluts would love to get their hands on him."

"Sometimes us grownups just need to suck it up, honey. When does he leave?" Cheryl asked.

"It's not for three weeks. I am sure to fuck his brains out by then. He'll be useless! And they'll never send him again!" Tannis was now in a bit better spirits.

The two girls had to get back to work. Maybe the IT guys fixed the glitch, maybe they didn't. No matter, Cheryl would find things so she at least looked busy.

A week later, Cheryl was at work and her phone buzzed again.

"I have a plan. Come for lunch. My treat."

"I can't today. Tomorrow?"

"Alright. But don't stand me up. It's important."

The next day came and the two girls met at the same restaurant. After they ordered, Tannis leaned in to Cheryl.

"Cheryl, you're my best friend. I trust you completely. I've seen you eye up Peter, though."

"Tannis! I would never..."

"Sweetie, it's okay! He is very hunky, but I know you wouldn't betray me. But..." Tannis coyly sucked on her little finger, embarrassed about what was to come.

"Spit it out."

"Well, how would you like to SEE him in action?"

"Tannis!"

"I'm serious. Just watching. I know how you like to watch, dontcha?"

"Tannis, what are you getting at?"

Tannis hemmed and hawed a little. Finally, she started. "Well, nothing will replace Peter. I could have the biggest dildo and it still wouldn't be the same as having his sweaty, hardworking body slamming into me, licking my pussy, and shoving his cock down my throat."

"Seriously, are you going to get to it or are you TRYING to make me rub one out in the bathroom?"

"Okay, okay. See, I need something better than just memories and a toy."

"Okay."

"Help me make a movie."

"Tannis, you've lost your mind!"

"No, seriously! I need this. Please? You're the only one I trust. I am not going to pay someone then find out it is on the internet. And at least I'll have something to tide me over while he's gone."

"I don't know. That feels a bit creepy."

"I don't want you in the movie. I just need someone to run the camera. Pretty, pretty please?"

"You're like the hot sister I always wanted. I can't just say no to you, but I have to think about it, okay?"

Tannis pouted; damn, she was good at that. "Okay. But, I need to know in a couple of days...pleasepleaseplease?"

The girls dropped the topic and carried on through lunch. During the afternoon, Cheryl was completely overtaken, thinking about Tannis' bizarre request. 

How would someone do that? Really, it would be creepy, but a big turn-on too, seeing Peter use Tannis, tweaking her hard nipples, stuffing her tits and pussy with his cock. I bet she looks delicious, lying back and screaming with her legs in the air. Too much of a turn-on? What if I wanted to join in? No...I wouldn't do that to Cheryl. But really, would I just have to wait to go fuck hubby's brains out after? Come to think of it, he might like that. And I could bring the movie. He'd really like that! He's been eyeing up her tits since they've known each other. 

"Cheryl! Get a grip!" Cheryl rebuked herself.

Cheryl was amused that she found herself aroused. The thought of watching her best friend really did turn her on. She was sure her husband wouldn't mind either.

Cheryl didn't take long to make her decision. True, she was thinking with her pussy and Will was on board with it. Cheryl wasn't shy about telling him what was going on with her, and she had revealed a few times after banging him silly that it was because she was horny about Tannis. Will was a smart man; he knew on which side his bun was buttered.

That very night, Cheryl sent a text to Tannis. "Call me 'Director'."

The mere act of saying "yes" was enough to get Cheryl's clit twitching - well, the "yes" and the thought of finally getting to see a naked Tannis writhing in pleasure. She dragged Will to the bedroom and fucked his brains out.

*

Cheryl arrived at Tannis and Peter's on Saturday night. While everyone knew what was going to happen, they avoided the topic until they had put back a few drinks.

Cheryl broke the ice. "I can't wait to get started! AND! I have a few ideas." She had deliberately waited until they all were a bit tipsy, hoping that would make her suggestions more easily accepted.

Cheryl and Tannis went off to the master bedroom and got things ready. Since this was Tannis' idea in the first place, Peter was happy to let them play this out.

First, the two girls set up the fully charged camera on the tripod. Then Tannis' curiosity got the better of her.

"What ideas do you have for me, Cher?"

Cheryl aimed the camera at Tannis' face and pressed 'record'.

"Tell me about yourself," Cheryl requested, behind the camera.

"You're starting already? Well, okay. Let me see..." Tannis wasn't ready for this but was completely on board.

"I come from a little, backwater town in the midwest. My friends all said that I should be in movies, so I decided to come here.

"It's been hard. I had a few auditions and the casting people were really mean," Tannis pouted.

Then she lit up the room with her smile. "I figured out what I do best and decided I wanted to get paid for it, too."

Cheryl got where Tannis' ad lib was going. "And, little girl, what is it that you think you do so well?"

"Fuck. I fuck really good. Plus, I think I look pretty hot too, dontchathink, Mistress?"

"Why don't you show us?"

Tannis smiled for the camera, then bent down letting her loose tits hang, revealing a vast cleavage. She gave her shoulders a shake and her beautiful globes strained to escape the confines of her tank top. Then she stood fully upright, thrusting out her chest and ass in opposite directions. She teased her shorts over her butt, revealing a different cleavage this time, until the fullness of her ass filled the frame of the camera. Cheryl zoomed in, catching a hint of moistness at the smooth slit between Tannis' lips. 

"Take them all the way off."

Tannis bent over and smiled as she looked over her shoulder. Hooking her thumbs in her shorts, she shimmied them down her legs. Cheryl trained the camera all the way down Tannis' long, shapely legs.

Tannis stood fully upright and Cheryl suggested, "Let's go to your closet. Let's make this as good as we can."

Cheryl started flipping through Tannis' modest collection of lingerie and pulled out a light pink babydoll and handed it to Tannis. 

"Put that on." 

"Oh, I see! You're directing already. Okay, mistress."

Tannis was getting into the whole scene now. Turning to face Cheryl, Tannis played out a mock strip tease, inching her tank top up her tummy. Cocking her hips, she pulled the tank top up to just reveal the nipple of her right tit.

"How's that, Mistress?"

"Ummm very good, you little tartlet, I mean, starlet."

Cheryl was in another world now, as her friend's delicious body was being playfully and completely revealed to her. Her perfect globes were fully exposed, with the tank top bunched over the top of them. Tannis' nipples were already hard and inviting, but she gave one a little tweak before she slipped the tank over her head and threw it to the floor.

Tannis had made this so easy, creating and jumping into the role she wanted to play. Cheryl had always found her very sexy, but they hadn't been naked like this together before. The sight of her luscious, smooth body was an incredible turn on, even the way she moved, sliding the baby doll over her head and settling it around her body with a tug and a shake. Cheryl tweaked her plan just a bit. Returning to the closet, Cheryl pulled a red, thigh length satin chemise off of its hanger. Then, in a fit of inspiration, Cheryl began to sway in time to an unheard rhythm, drawing her hands over her body.

"Woohoo! You go, girl!" Tannis catcalled to her friend. "Just remember, this is my show."

"I know, hon," Cheryl assured, "this is all getting me very hot and I want to stay in the mood. I think you'll like having a horny director. Get your sexiest white panties and put them on."

Continuing her dance, Cheryl's tight jeans came off. She did a full twirl, then continued caressing her body, exaggerating her own cleavage, squeezing her tits together and blowing a kiss toward Tannis.

"My god! You delicious little slut!" Tannis shrieked. "At least the camera isn't catching you."

Cheryl completed the show, slipping out of her tee shirt and into the chemise.

Tannis came close, placing her hand on Cheryl's hip. "Thank you so much, Cher. This is really important to me. You are making this so much easier for me." Their breasts brushed through the flimsy material, causing both girls to shiver together. Tannis' chest heaved against Cheryl's and Tannis impulsively leaned in and kissed her friend.

Lingering a little too long, Cheryl broke the kiss. "Okay, you slut. We have a movie to make!"

Tannis pouted, then broke into a huge smile. "Stop the camera and I'll call my man!"

Peter came up the stairs and to the door, finding their girls ready. Cheryl stood with a hip cocked behind the camera. Tannis was seductively sprawled on the bed, lying on her side with her tits barely contained by the babydoll and her legs bent and slightly parted.

"Alright guys, here's the scene," Cheryl explained. "Peter, you stand right there. Tan, put on your best 'come fuck me' face."

Everyone was set. Cheryl declared, "Lights. Camera. Action!"

Peter stepped toward the bed. "Now, just what was so important you had to drag me away from the football game?"

"Lover, you're going to be away for a long time and my pussy is already getting lonely," Cheryl purred. "I need something to remember you by and my friend Cheryl here is going to video you, me, and your delicious cock -- and other things -- so I have a way to, uhhh, take care of things while you're gone. Is that okay?"

"I don't know dear. This is all a bit weird." Peter was getting into his role. "What if, well, ummmm, it doesn't work?" 

Tannis rubbed her hand up Peter's already swollen cock through his jeans. "I think he's already happy to see me."

Cheryl jumped in. "Kiss her. Make it good."

Peter crawled up on the bed and snaked an arm around Tannis' back. Pulling her towards him, pressing his lips against hers, he whispered, "I love you, precious."

Tannis stopped the kiss and looked him in the eyes. "I know you do, lover. Now's not the time for that.

"Fuck me good!"

"That's the spirit, Tannis. Give him your tongue," Cheryl directed.

Peter and Tannis' tongues danced lewdly with each other, as Cheryl zoomed in. Tannis' hands were roaming feverishly over Peter's body, yanking at his tee shirt and squeezing his ass. 

"Get him undressed, Tan."

Tannis pushed Peter off the bed, rising and kneeling before him. They continued kissing as she unbuckled his belt.

"Peter. Grab her hair."

Peter kissed her hard while tangling his fingers in Tannis' blonde mane. He dove hungrily with his tongue as Tannis released his cock to her hand. As she stroked it, the first sensations inflamed Peter and he released her hair to roughly grab one of Tannis' tits. 

Their moans were taking over the scene as they were releasing their pleasure on each other. Both of them were craving more and more of each other, but content at that moment to let their lust build.

"Oh, that's good! Keep it up. Peter, pull out one of Tannis' tits."

Peter pushed the lace cup of the baby doll down and Tannis' breast spilled out, her nipple hard, erect and impossibly long. Cheryl felt a flush come over her, seeing her sexy friend so aroused. 

"God, Tannis. You're beautiful. Suck on that, Peter. Show me lots of tongue."

Still on her knees, Peter bent Tannis back, holding her lower waist in his arm. Cheryl moved the camera to catch the profile of the site: her tit jutting out with that hard nipple and Peter's tongue moving in to tease it.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Just play with her awhile. You're both so hot!"

Cheryl zoomed in again to capture all of Tannis' gorgeous globe, with just enough room to capture Peter's mouth, tongue and teeth ravishing it with greed. Tannis' lust was inflamed and she grabbed Peter's head, drawing him in more and more. The angle of the light was perfect to catch the dribble of saliva roll down the side. 

"Her pussy. Do something with her pussy."

Peter used his free hand to part Tannis' legs and squeezed her thigh, kneading his way toward her pussy. Tannis shuddered at the first graze of his fingers against her panties, tight against her lips.

"Okay you two, start talking. Make it dirty."

"Oh Peter, is my pussy as wet as it feels?" Tannis started.

"It's so hot and your panties are soaked. I bet I could fuck you right now. But I won't."

"Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do then, stud?"

"For starters..." Peter deftly tugged the gusset to the side and thrust a finger in to Tannis' blossomed snatch. Sliding it out, he brought it to her mouth and commanded, "Suck it like my cock." 

"Don't you mean like a cock that's just been inside my dirty, horny little slut pussy?" Tannis had her role nailed. "Or maybe, you mean a cock that's been in some other slut's cunt?" Tannis gave Cheryl a sly, sultry wink.

Was that an invitation?

Cheryl laughed it off, but was still intoxicated at the thought. The thought of Tannis licking her cum off a dick was such a horny thought. The thought of Tannis licking her cum right from Cheryl's wet pussy was more than a passing thought.

"Cheryl, the movie..." Cheryl focused again, as best as she could.

Tannis was greedily sucking at Peter's finger, pumping it in and out of her mouth. Leaving his fingers wet as she stopped, she said, "Fuck my cunt with those. Cheryl, get the camera on this."

Cheryl regrouped and brought the camera to the side of the bed. She got as wide of a shot as possible, capturing Peter's butt in the foreground, with a clear view of Tannis' flowered lips, and long view up her thigh, over her freshly mauled tit and her enraptured face.

"My god! This is perfect!"

Peter re-moistened his two middle fingers, drawing them from the crack of Tannis' ass, then looking intently in her eyes, thrust them to the hilt inside her.

"Oh, fuck!" Tannis gasped. "Keep it up!"

Peter's deliberate pace gave way to a rapid thrust, leaving Tannis a quaking squealing mess.

"My clit, you fucker, get your mouth on my clit!"

Peter kept his fingers pounding her wet hole as he knelt and drove his tongue against her protruding button. Tannis wailed as she came almost instantly, shaking uncontrollably.

Cheryl crawled up on the bed, capturing Tannis' panting face full-frame. "Tell him how it feels."

"Baby, that was fucking awesome. But, I'm not done with you yet."

Cheryl resumed her responsibilities off the bed. "Peter, get on the bed and feed her your cock."

Peter stepped out of the pool of his jeans at his feet and yanked off his tee shirt, then knelt on the bed by Tannis' head.

"Tease her with your dick. Tannis, treat it like the last cock you'll ever have."

Cheryl zoomed back to capture the whole scene of her two gorgeous friends. Gripping his sizable rod, Peter nudged himself toward Tannis' mouth. Her tongue strained to reach the tip, then he pulled away. On his knees, he inched closer and gave her cheek a tap.

"You want more of this?" he smirked.

Tannis didn't say a word as she thrust her hand between his legs and pulled him toward her, almost making him fall over. Tannis made a show of steadying him, gripping his jutting dick and sucking his balls into her mouth. Cheryl zoomed in to capture the action. Spitting on her hand, she jacked Peter's cock while hungrily licking and sucking at his loose sack. Cheryl move the camera to capture the view from Tannis' pussy, past her swaying tits, to her face and mouth gorging on Peter's manhood.

"Good lord, this girl could teach me a thing or two. This is so fucking hot!" Cheryl thought as she switched her eyes from the flesh and blood scene to the camera display and back.

"In her mouth now. As far as she can take it."

Peter leaned back enough for Tannis to pull down his rigid member. Face to face with the pleasure she was expecting, she took a long drink, licking up the length of his shaft. She stared sultrily into the camera as she kissed the tip, and again, then suddenly engulfed him until she almost gagged. Holding there, she looked to the camera for guidance, nudged down a bit farther, then released him with a gasp.

"Mmmmmm, if this is the last cock I am getting, I am going for the all you can eat special."

She gorged herself on her last meal, sucking and stroking at Peter as he moaned in pleasure.

"Okay, we don't want Peter cumming quite yet, you little tart. God, you're insatiable! I want to see some tit action. Tannis, squat on the floor with your back against the bed. Oh, and get rid of that babydoll."

Tannis reluctantly released Peter's cock and sat upright on her knees on the bed. "You want tit action?"

Tannis let her hands roam her legs and torso, pulling at the smooth material of the baby doll. Cupping her breasts, she tweaked first on nipple then the other. Off camera, Peter watched his girl as he stroked his cock, wondering just where he would get to release himself.

Cupping one of her heavy breasts in both hands, she brought it up to her tongue, just grazing her nipple with her tongue through the lacy fabric. 




Cheryl and her Friends: A View to a Thrill



"Oooooh, that's better. Keep it up," Cheryl implored, her hand coming to the side of one of her own luscious tits. 

Was it really acting and coaching between them? Cheryl and Tannis matched each other stroke for stroke and caress for caress as they intently stared in each others' eyes, presenting their tits to the other. Cheryl was the first to pop a luscious orb from the confines of the chemise, rolling her nipple between her thumb and finger. Tannis, cocked her head in defiance, and pulled the baby doll off as Peter watched the girls intently.

"This is HER show!" Cheryl thought as she reluctantly replaced the chemise over he body.

"Alright girl, on the floor!"

Tannis hopped off the bed and squatted at the foot. She continued to heft her tits and urged Peter to come have his way with them.

"Come on, lover. Heaven awaits."

Peter came over and kissed her. Looking to Cheryl for a cue, he then hiked Tannis up the bed so that she was so her tits were an extension of the edge of the bed. 

"Make me wet, slut," Peter commanded.

Saliva drooled out of Tannis' mouth as she bathed Peter's cock in spit. She rubbed some lightly into her cleavage and coyly asked, "You gonna fuck those, mister?"

Hefting and squeezing her tits into incredible cleavage, Cheryl pointed the camera down to catch Peter's cock rising up through the cleft then retreating, and again.

"Tannis, stick your tongue out and lick it."

Tannis extended her tongue in rhythm to Peter's thrusts, catching his wet hardness on the upstrokes. She stopped to drool some more, her spit hanging in a stream, bathing his cock and her tits. 

"More dirty talk!"

"You like fucking your little girl's tits?" Tannis encouraged Peter.

"Oh yeah, baby. Squeeze 'em tighter." He thrust mercilessly, as Tannis cooed her pleasure.

Peter's grunting was getting too enthusiastic for Cheryl's liking. She knew he must be over the edge, but she needed his stamina. 

"Peter! Bend her over the bed and get her cunt nice and wet for me."

Peter lifted Tannis from the floor, giving her a little kiss before turning her around in his arms. He pulled her tight, grinding his cock between her ass cheeks, and kneading her tits. Tannis felt the pressure against her pussy lips, and twerked her approval as he pushed her chest into the bed. Peter knelt, licking his way from the top of her ass cleft, past her asshole, then sloppily diving into her already wet hole.

"Baby, fuck my ass with your tongue."

Tannis squealed as Peter's tongue played over her ring. Dipping his tongue further inside, Tannis grunted. As he invaded that hole, she screamed. Peter bounced his face against her firm round cheeks, edging deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"Oh god, baby! Not for the camera, but you sure are going to get in there before you go!" Tannis gushed.

"You got her nice and wet, stud? Get to it!" Cheryl ordered.

Peter stepped aside to let Cheryl pan Tannis from her cute little feet up to her round ass cheeks, framing Tannis' pussy, dripping from Peter's lavish attention. She caught Peter's cock, invading the scene, rubbing her lips and teasing the entry of her pussy.

"Back away, Cheryl."

Keeping the lens trained on the entry, Cheryl captured each moment of the penetration until Peter's hips met Tannis' ass. Cheryl zoomed out to capture the full scene and the ecstasy on Tannis' face. Peter held still, caressing Tannis' back and squeezing her ass while Cheryl replaced the camera on the tripod.

"Is this how you like it little slut? Bent over with my cock up your snatch?"

"God Peter! Just do it!"

"Do what? Huh?"

"Fuck me silly, you fucker!"

Peter began thrusting, gripping her ass. Tannis gasped as she received this long awaited pummelling. Her face was scrunched against the bed, moving with each thrust as she gripped the bed spread. 

"YES! That's it!"

"God, you feel good woman!" Peter declared, then growled.

The two of them weren't holding back. Cheryl knew from their girl talk that Tannis was a very enthusiastic lover, but seeing her gorgeous friend in action was better than any porn she'd ever watched. Having her fully exposed to her, seeing her body ravished and especially the way Peter treated her tits had Cheryl breathing deeply as she fixated on the scene of her friend being fucked. Tannis had her face turned to Cheryl and the camera and she mouthed, "Thank you."

Cheryl thought to keep her mouth shut now, but needed to satisfy something in her. As Tannis watched, Cheryl caressed her torso, swaying as her hands moved. Tannis smiled and licked her lips urging Cheryl on as Peter thrust roughly. Cheryl moved her hands under her own tits, relishing the feel of the satin against her skin. She tugged her tits out over top and continued to soothe the building arousal. 

Peter withdrew from Tannis and ordered, "Turn over baby, I want to see all of you." 

Cheryl snapped out of her trance for a moment and saw that the camera angle was still good. Tannis was still creating a show and laid back at the edge of the bed, exposing her heaving breasts and her smooth, pink, glistening pussy parted by her fingers.

Spreading her legs wide, she beckoned Peter, "Fuck me lover. Fuck me, then cum on my tits. I bet Cheryl wants to see that!"

Oh. My. God. Cheryl was no longer in any state to direct. She now stood fixed on the scene before her. Her hand uncontrollably traced down her tummy to her thigh, lifting the chemise and exposing her own pussy to Tannis. There was no need to tease; she was on the edge and she plunged her hand between her legs as Peter resumed his assault on Tannis.

Tannis looked to see her friend now consumed in her own pleasure. She interrupted Peter to glance over, catching Cheryl with knees slightly bent, eyes closed and furiously rubbing her clit.

Peter resumed fucking, but Tannis urged her friend, "Sit down girl, before you collapse!"

Cheryl took the chair in the corner so she could continue to watch. By now, she had both hands on her hungry cunt: two fingers of one hand piercing her hole while the other rubbed her throbbing clit.

Tannis was now fucking Peter back as hard as he was thrusting.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she urged breathlessly, alternating her glance from Peter to Cheryl.

Peter could feel Tannis' pussy tighten around his cock as Tannis started to wail. The sight and sounds were too much for Cheryl and her body tightened as Tannis wailed her pleasure. Both girls were crying out and Peter couldn't hold back. He jumped back then onto the bed straddling Tannis' tummy. Jacking his cock, he growled out his own orgasm, shooting splotches of cum over Tannis' tits. Smacking her nipples with the tip of his cock, he released the last few drops.

Cheryl was panting in the chair. Tannis gazed with appreciation and lust for her friend as they both came down from a delirious, orgasm-induced high. 

Cheryl pulled her sticky, wet fingers from inside her and brought them to her lips.

"Next time, I'm bringing Will."



A View to a Thrill Ch. 01



The week started innocently enough. It was a simple holiday away at a campground with his wife Kelly and their daughter Hannah. They couldn't afford hotels for the week so they decided to spend the week at her parent's trailer. Their lot was in a very serene location in an often empty area except for the peak times of the year. 

They arrived in early October to see the trees displaying a full array of autumn foliage. The campground was bursting with colors and the breeze carried a slight chill that foreshadowed a long winter season to come. He pulled the van to a stop in front of the trailer and gave a long glance to their accommodations for the week. 

It was quite a stretch to refer to this as camping. The trailer was a thirty-five foot fifth wheel with three electric slide-outs. The inside held two LCD televisions hooked to satellite receivers, a large gas fireplace in the living room, a full kitchen, shower facilities and built-in stereo system. This was more like a second home than a campsite. 

"Jack, did you bring Hannah's diaper bag in yet?" 

"No, not yet Honey. Did you need something?" 

"I need a spit up cloth, fast." 

He rummaged through the diaper bag in a frantic search for something to clean up their daughter's newest mess. A rumble in the distance distracted him from his task. It was the sound of a large truck coming down the campsite road towards them. He watched as the truck slowed and pulled into the lot next to them.

"Did you find it yet?" Kelly yelled. That broke Jack from his stupor as he realized the cloth was in front of him. He grabbed it and sprinted inside leaving their new neighbors alone. He handed her the cloth and she cleaned up the mess from their daughters feeding and continued rocking her to sleep. 

"Am I going to have to do everything myself this weekend?" She scolded, giving him a dirty look. 

"Sorry Hon. It looks like we have new neighbors." He pointed out the window at the truck pulling the trailer in next door. The new neighbor's trailer was smaller and much less detailed than theirs was. 

Jack soon noticed a girl had gotten out and was directing the guy in the truck backing onto the lot. He thought of her as a girl because even though he was only in his mid twenties, they were definitely younger, just out of high school. One look at her made his blood boil with lust. The way her petite body filled the short denim cutoff shorts and tank top made him hard with just one glance. Her shoulder length blonde hair shined as it cascaded over her smooth bare shoulders. It sent shivers down his spine. He had to force himself not to stare at her, especially with his wife sitting right behind him. 

"It looks like a couple of young kids so this could be interesting!" He commented to his wife but she was busy rocking their daughter to sleep. 

That was really the crux of the problem in their marriage. Ever since their daughter was born, that was all his wife had time for anymore. He tried to understand how hard it is for women to go through labor and then all the hormones flowing through their bodies afterwards. They messed with her moods. But he was also a guy who hadn't had sex with his wife in over five months! Before their daughter was born and even up to the last few months of the pregnancy, they were still very sexually active; then it stopped all at once. She told him that she was too big and sex was so uncomfortable. So being the good husband, he waited and waited and waited some more. 

Six weeks after Hannah was born, the doctor cleared her to resume having sex. He was revved up and ready to go but she wasn't ready yet. He tried to be patient, but his high sex drive made it very difficult. It was indescribable how frustrating it was laying in bed beside a gorgeous, sexy woman every night, snuggling and getting absolutely nothing sexual. 

Jack still believed she was gorgeous. She had long brown hair, large perky breasts with very long sensitive nipples that she loved for him to touch and suck on until she whimpered with pleasure. She had a tight round ass that he loved to grab as he pounded inside her from behind with her face buried in a pillow, moaning. He loved to bury his face between her legs and lick her puffy red pussy lips, drowning in juices until the wee hours of the night.

But that was before the baby. Now he was a desperate husband, who's cock was always rock hard and unsatisfied no matter how often he stroked it. He needed relief and the sooner the better. 

Kelly for her part seemed oblivious to his needs. Her sole focus was on Hannah and then herself. Jack felt as though she didn't have any time or energy for him.

She laid Hannah down in her crib to have a sleep. He walked over to her and put his arms around her neck from behind, cuddling against her back. She laid her head back against his shoulders and seemed to relax for a minute. In his state of arousal he couldn't help but reach out and gently massage the outside of her full breasts, feeling her hard poking nipples. She smacked his hand and pulled away.

"Is that all you ever think about?" 

"I can't help it, when's the last time you let me touch you?" 

"Look, we've been over this. I'm so tired all the time and my hormones are still going nuts. You think its easy having a baby?" She replied in her usual fashion. This was an old argument and one he wasn't in the mood for. He walked out of the trailer, grabbed his book and sat at the picnic table reading. 

The neighbors had their trailer parked and were unloading the rest of their bags. Jack could hear Kelly milling around inside the trailer, decided it would be best to stay outside and let her cool off a bit. It's a good thing he was reading the Green Mile, about the least sexy book possible, because it seemed to help him calm down and allow my erection to subside for now. 

A few minutes later, the door opened and Kelly walked out with her swimsuit on covered by a towel. Even though he was pissed at her, he couldn't help but notice how nicely her body had recovered from the pregnancy. She looked great and Jack thought that Kelly wore it to try and get his attention. It was not one she would typically wear, being rather self-conscious. 

"I'm going for a swim. Do you think you can manage to watch our daughter while I'm gone?" She asked sarcastically.

"I think I can handle it." 

With that, she took off down the path towards the front of the campground and the indoor pool area. He continued reading his book, the flush still evident in his cheeks, from their most recent battle. It was a few moments later when he saw it. The neighbor's trailer started rocking back and forth as he watched it from only a few feet away. He recognized it at once as the movement of two warm bodies pressed together. 

He couldn't believe his eyes as the trailer moved back and forth so much he couldn't concentrate on his reading. He stared straight ahead. His heart began to pound in his chest. The pent up frustration of the last five months were becoming unbearable. It wasn't enough that he couldn't fuck his own wife; now he had to sit there with people having sex close by. 

Just then he looked in the neighbor's living room window. He saw the girl that was outside earlier, laid down on her back in front of the open window. Her large supple breasts were visible to him. His cock twitched. Her body was moving in rhythm, you could tell that a guy was pounding inside her causing her breasts to shift back and forth on her chest. 

He couldn't take it anymore. He dropped his book and started rubbing his hard cock through his pants. His eyes fixed on her face, the expressions she made and the moaning that you could feel from gazing upon her. He watched her as he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock free and into his eagerly waiting hand. He slowly stroked himself as he watched another man pleasure her. 

Suddenly she turned her head and looked in his direction. "Oh shit I'm caught" he thought to himself. He was so embarrassed, the thoughts raced through his head. But she simply smiled at him, clearly pleased to have an audience. He could tell she loved every second of it. Her moaning and panting got louder, clearly for his benefit. He stroked his cock harder and harder as the tension built from his balls into an inferno. She was bucking and moaning louder and louder as she looked over watching him stroke his hard cock. Finally, he released his pent up frustration in powerful explosions. Rope after rope of thick cum splattered against his chest, where he had pulled his shirt up. 

After he recovered from his explosion, he quickly remembered that he was outside and in plain sight. His wife could be back at any second and he needed to clean himself up. He hurried into the trailer, amazed by what had just happened, and ashamed of himself for giving in to temptation like that. 



A View to a Thrill Ch. 02



The campground was a wide-open wasteland of grass and trees. It was almost empty and the few sites that were full were void of any activity. Kelly clenched her hands as she walked alone down the gravel road towards the pool. The cool breeze created goose bumps over her exposed flesh and hardened her nipples against the thin material of her bikini.

She felt very self-conscious as she tugged at the straps of her top. It was more revealing that her normal attire but Jack made her so angry. Today was the first time she had worn it since her pregnancy and she had put it on just to get a reaction from him. Anyone calling it a bikini was being very generous. The thin strip of sunset orange material just managed to conceal her nipples from public viewing. Inquisitive eyes would find precious little covering her bottom. Her body trembled at the idea of people seeing her wearing this bikini. She would never admit it to anyone, even Jack, but she did love to show off her body. 

The pool complex was a very basic brick structure with an entrance area, containing a few air hockey tables, video game machines and benches to sit on with a glass wall that looked out to the pool itself. The pool was empty and looked rather inviting. Kelly set her towel down on the bench and slipped her black crocs off her feet to go through to the pool area. A sound caught her attention and stopped her. Something about the sound made her very cautious in her approach.

There was a hot tub around the corner from where she stood. She hadn't noticed the sound of the jets running until that moment. It wasn't that sound that caught her attention. The noise became louder until there was no doubting the source. It was the sound of a woman being pleasured. On most days, she would have walked away or waited until it subsided. This time though, perhaps emboldening by her earlier argument, she crept forward until she could see a middle aged woman standing up in the hot tub. Her ass just barely submerged. She had a tight hourglass figure, with long raven black tresses flowing down almost touching the water. 

The sounds of her self-pleasure became louder. Her fingers danced under her bikini bottoms, legs spread and gyrating against one of the jets in the hot tub. She was using the water pulsing from the tub to run over her clit as she spread herself and moved against it. This was all too much for Kelly. Her face turned deep crimson as heat penetrated her body to its deepest depths. She had never seen anything like that before. The woman was so entranced with her own self-pleasure that she was oblivious to Kelly's intrusion. 

Kelly's body started getting uncomfortably warm and her nipples burned with the heat of a thousand suns. She crept around the corner where she would be unnoticed if she turned around. Kelly's hand slid up over her aching left nipple. When her hand touched her nipple, she had to stifle a gasp. She felt a jolt of pleasure run between her nipple and her suddenly aching pussy. She gave into her temptation. Her hand slid down over her bottoms and darted between her thighs, seeking her clit. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. The faint taste of blood became noticeable. Her hand gained speed rubbing over her clit, moving in slow circles, narrowing in on her clit. 

"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me Ivan!" moaned the voice from the hot tub, in her final throws of pleasure as she was obviously approaching orgasm. "Fuck me with your big hard cock, make me your bitch!"

That sent Kelly over the edge. She drove her fingers into her clit through the bottom of her swimsuit. Her teeth bit into her lip for all it was worth as she was hit with a tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure. She felt her knees start to buckle and it was all she could do to stay on her feet as she rode wave after wave. 

Only after her orgasm had finally relented did she remember where she was and that the moans from the hot tub had stopped. She looked around nervously hoping that she had escaped notice. It was then, that she saw the lady from the hot tub walking towards her. She had a sly smile on her face and her bikini top in her hand, her large silicone enhanced breasts bouncing on her chest. 

"I see I wasn't the only one enjoying myself," she said with a giggle.

"Uh, sorry about that, I guess it's been a while for me," Kelly said, trying to avert her eyes from the lady's oversized man-made breasts. 

"That's ok. My name's Beth. You want to go for a dip in the pool with me?" giving Kelly a devious smile and placing her hand on Kelly's shoulder. 

"I'm Kelly. No, I think I've had enough excitement for one afternoon. Maybe another day," Kelly gave her a shy smile and turned into the girls changing room to take a shower.

A flood of emotions came over her as she entered the shower area. Her body was still burning hot from the release and desperately seeking more attention. She started the water and turned the temperature up until it was steaming hot to match the way her body felt. A cascade of heat rolled over her as she entered the water's spray. The wild abandon that had come over her earlier had not subsided at all and the heat was making her very uncomfortable in her own skin. Hearing Beth's voice in her head panting about how she wanted to get fucked made her decision for her. Kelly needed Jack's cock inside her and she needed it now. 

She hurriedly got out of the shower and dried off, sprinting out of the changing room. Nervously, she looked out in the lobby area to see if Beth was still around. There was nobody in sight. She walked out quickly since she didn't want to risk a chance encounter, knowing how embarrassed she still was from before. 

Outside the sun had poked its head out from under its cloudy blanket and things were heating up. She walked briskly back towards her campsite, with a singular purpose: to have her husband's hard cock skewer her body. Sometimes even the best plans get put on the back burner. 

As she walked along with the towel draped over her shoulders, the sight of a young man stopped her. Kelly thought he looked a few years younger than she did. He was bringing in groceries from his black Ford F-150 pickup truck wearing tight fitting denim shorts and a white muscle shirt that showed bulges in all the right places. It was clear he worked out regularly. In Kelly's current state, she couldn't avoid being a little aroused by him.

"Hi, I'm Ivan."

"I'm Kelly."

"Are you here all week?" He asked her in a light airy tone.

"Yeah, I'm here with my husband and baby daughter for the week," she responded smiling. She thought to herself that this must be the guy that Beth was fantasizing about earlier. It seems she had good taste in men. 

"I'm here with my mom. I just graduated from high school and she decided it would be good to have some time away together before I go off to college in the fall."

"That sounds like a good idea. Is your dad with you too?"

"No he passed away when I was younger, so it's just the two of us."

"Sorry about that. Well, I hope you have a good time," she replied, ready to walk away when she heard a familiar voice coming from inside his trailer. It sounded like Beth. 

"Ivan, are you coming with the groceries?"

"Coming mom, I'll be there in a minute. Sorry I got to go. See you later."

"Ok bye," she said, walking down the road and trying to maintain her composure.

Mom? Kelly could not believe what she just heard. Beth had been fantasizing about her son earlier. Her head was just pounding with the thought of how a mother could possibly have those thoughts about her son. Soon after, she arrived back at the campsite and rounded the side of their trailer. Jack wasn't anywhere to be seen, so she assumed he was inside. The neighbors were not around either. Perhaps they're having a nap together, Kelly thought grinning to herself. More likely they are doing it; lucky girl. 

Opening the door, she saw Jack standing over Hannah, pulling her blanket up around her to keep her warm. It brought a smile to Kelly's face the way he was with her. She walked in confidently, hung her towel up in the bathroom area and walked down to where Jack was standing. He was giving her a nervous glance. She thought he looked so very sexy in his tight jeans. She looked over to make sure that Hannah was still sleeping. 

"Jack, I'm sorry about earlier. Sorry I pushed you away." She touched his arm and pulled him closer to her scantily clad, still wet body. "You were right; it has been too long since we've touched each other." She ran her hands down and over the growing bulge in his pants. 

"I want to make up for lost time," she said as she unzipped his pants, pulled them to the floor and licked around the head of his growing cock. 

"Oh yes, Kelly just like that." Jack gasped and moaned.

"You like that baby, you like the way I tease your cock?"

"You make me so fucking hard. I've missed this so badly!"

She started to slowly circle his cock head with her tongue, licking around the tip and then down over his shaft. Her hand reached up and cupped his hairy balls. His cock grew hard as a rock in her mouth and suddenly she impaled her mouth with his cock, taking it all in against the back of her throat. He reached down, grabbed her hair and pressed his cock deep inside her mouth. Jack started to fuck her mouth pulling in and out, her mouth gripping him tight, taking it all in. 

Her body was going crazy from sucking his cock, her pussy, dripping wet and her nipples poking out. He reached down and unhooked her bikini top, dropping it to the floor. His hand was shaking as he reached down and tweaked her right nipple roughly; sending a thunderbolt of sensations reverberating through her body. 

"That's right Jack, pinch my nipples. Be rough with me; treat me like your little bitch." She panted as his cock was slamming in and out of her tight mouth. Her mouth formed a tight seal around it. All she could think about as he slammed against her was Beth's words. She wanted Jack to take her as Beth wanted to with Ivan. 

Suddenly, Jack pulled her mouth off his cock, grabbed her arm, led her upstairs to the bedroom area and pushed her back on the bed. She almost exploded instantly when his rough whiskery face brushed against her soft inner thighs and started to lick around the outside of her freshly shaven pussy lips. Her entire body was aglow with desire. Her legs wrapped around his head pressing him down against her wetness, wanting his mouth on her clit. He kept teasing around her outer lips, making her even wetter, and caused her pulse to race.

"Jack, just do it. I can't take this torture any more," she said, as she reached down and spread her lips wide open for him. 

He buried his face between her folds licking and sucking hard on her clit. Her pussy became an inferno that spread all over her body engulfing her in its flames. She was right on the edge ready to cum.

"Oh yes Jack, right there, just like that, oh god yes!" She said as she bucked and writhed all over his face, legs slamming against the side of his head forcing him to stay down there as she rode the wave of her orgasm. "Now get behind me and fuck my wet pussy." 

She bent over, her ass in the air as he positioned himself behind her and wasted no time in slamming his rock hard cock deep into her. It felt so damn good buried all the way inside her as she screamed for more. Then he pulled all the way back out and slammed into her hard again. He reached forward and grabbed her long hair, pulling her head back. Again and again he plowed into her pussy making her quiver with every thrust. He was like a man possessed, taking out five months of frustration on her eager pussy. 

"Do you like when I fuck your tight pussy Kel, do you? You like it when I fuck you hard? Tell me you like it."

"Oh yeah Jack fuck me good and hard, I've been a bad girl!"

He continued going harder and harder inside her. She could feel every inch moving in and out, as he grunted and groaned. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit with a wild abandon. 

"Turn over baby, I want to get on top and ride you," she demanded, as he pulled out of her and she climbed up on top of him. She lowered herself onto his hard shaft slowly, teasingly. Her hips rolled in circles, driving down against him as she got into the motion of rocking back and forth. 

She opened her eyes and realized that the window blinds were open. She continued riding Jack's cock and looked outside. It shocked her when she saw the neighbor sitting outside stroking his hard dick, looking at her as she went up and down on my husband's hard cock. He was so into stroking himself, he didn't even realize at first she was watching him. His hand was moving furiously up and down over his rigid shaft. 

She got even more turned on knowing that she was being watched; it had always been a fantasy of hers. Her hands moved up and began rubbing and pinching her nipples. Her heart was racing, the power of the moment overcoming any inhibitions she had. "Oh Jack, I love your hard cock, it feels so fucking good. Cum inside me, please baby."

She rocked back and forth faster and faster, her pussy a fireball of pleasure looking out the window as her neighbor stroked his long hard dick. She reached down with one hand and started rubbing her clit with wild abandon, stroking it in small quick circles, the pressure building. Suddenly, Jacks body stiffened beneath her as he unleashed his wet sticky cum deep in her pussy. Faster and faster she rode him, her clit burning, aching, pulsating until another orgasm wracked her body.

"Yes, yes, that feels so fucking good." She looked through the window as she rode out her orgasm just in time to see her neighbor's dick shoot a huge load of cum all over his bare muscular chest, straining from the exertion. She looked straight into his eyes before collapsing on Jacks chest, completely spent.

"I needed that," she whispered in his ear.

"Me too." 



A View to a Thrill Ch. 03



Kelly woke to the startling sound of a crying baby. She sat upright, prepared to answer the call that had been her alarm bell every morning since Hannah was born. Then her mind clicked into gear through the hazy cobwebs of sleep that shrouded her thoughts. Her parents had come by last night and taken Hannah home with them. 

It was just her and Jack alone together for the first time since Hannah was born. With her mind clearing, she eased herself back under the covers of her queen size bed. Judging from the lack of light gleaming through the blinds it was clear that daylight was still a few hours away. 

Jack lay in peaceful slumber unaware that his wife was awake. His mind relived the first sex he had enjoyed with her in five months. A smile crested his lips as he remembered how hot she was for him. The sheer intensity of their coupling had been both arousing and utterly terrifying at the same time. 

The depth of his slumber prevented him from feeling hard nipples poking into his bare back as Kelly moved into a naked spooning position behind him. She wrapped her bare legs around the base of his, pulling him back against her body. Her hand slid down and around his body finding his flaccid cock. 

Jack seemed to stir with her touch, then settled back to sleep. Fingers glided along his inner thighs, working over his cock ever so easily. Caressing and stroking him, her heart beat faster in excitement for this rediscovery of her own sexual desires. With the pregnancy and subsequent birth, she had lost a piece of herself. A piece of her mind that controlled her sexual impulses had returned. 

Her mind strayed to the pool building the day before and the unrelenting pressure in her pussy that she had released with her own hands. Those hands now longed to bring her husband back under her control and into her. She had been so desperate for his cock, she had relinquished the power in their marriage and she longed to retrieve it. 

Her experienced hands tended to his no longer flaccid cock. She had awoken it and was now grasping it in a firm embrace. The warmth from the blanket enveloped them as her nipples grew harder and begin pressing into his back, like needles prickling against the tender skin. 

In his drowsy state all he could feel was the warmth wrapping around his cock slowly stroking it and back and forth. Wet kisses were applied to the sensitive back of his neck. 

Jack's pulse sped up, his body moving to the rhythm of the hand around his shaft. His entire body felt like it was floating on a cloud of hot air somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. 

His eyes flew open as his body approached orgasm. Muscles tightened throughout his body as he began moaning his mind fighting to get caught up to his body. Then the orgasm hit him fully. Cum splattered onto his chest as he moaned and grunted against her. Her hand deftly stroked him through his orgasm as she had many times before. 

A grin appeared on her face knowing that she had just brought herself back into control. As much as her pussy demanded attention, she knew she could not give into it. 

"God, Kelly. What was that all about? Holy shit that was good."

"I thought you'd like that. Are you complaining?" She whispered, as she reached over to the sink area and grabbed him a towel for his cleanup efforts. Laying back she thought to herself that she has him back on the hook where she wanted him. That thought provided her much comfort as she lay wrapping him in her arms. 

"It's not that...it's just that you've never done that before, ever."

"Don't make a big deal about it, or it won't happen again either."

A terse response on the tip of his tongue died there. There was no point in arguing with her; he knew she would always win. Instead he got up and decided to diffuse the situation. 

"You want me to make you some breakfast?" He asked, slipping his underwear on. 

"Sure, if you want. Bacon and eggs would be nice?"

"Yes your majesty, at your service," he replied with sarcasm and a mock bowing motion. Jack walked out into the main area, closing the sliding door and gathered the cooking implements he needed to make breakfast. His mind wandered on to his list of things to do for that day. 

Kelly meanwhile was still basking in the glow of her return to prominence. She had her sexuality take over and had managed to return that part of her back to its place in the corner of her mind. 

The rest of the morning went flying by. They were both busy with chores around the trailer. It needed to be cleaned. Kelly got groceries and Jack went and got wood for the campfire. They had decided to take a break from the cleanup, when the neighbors came outside. 

Jack and Kelly were both nervous about the other finding out what had happened with the neighbors. When they walked up to them and introduced themselves, both Jack and Kelly were mortified. 

"Hi, I guess we're neighbors? I'm Paul. This is my girlfriend Amy. We're here for the week, how long are you staying?"

"Yeah we're here all week as well. I'm Kelly this is my husband Jack." She looked at Paul, her eyes betraying her thoughts about seeing him playing with his hard cock the day before. She tried to remain calm by averting her eyes and took a drink of pop from her can. The cold fluid trickled down her throat, helping to ease some of the discomfort. 

Her drink didn't seem to help her feeling that her cheeks were flushed and that everyone could tell she was hiding something. The four of them continued in awkward silence until Amy broke the ice again. "So why don't we all get together tonight, maybe have a campfire together and a few drinks?"

Jack and Kelly looked at each other, sharing that unspoken communication that couples develop for situations such as this and came to an unspoken agreement. "That sounds like a lot of fun. We'll bring some margaritas and is it alright if we use your campfire; it seems like a more central location."

"That would be perfect. So around 8pm?"

"Perfect, see you then."

Kelly withdrew with a smile, pulling Jack's hand behind her for him to follow. The flush from her face was receding and she needed some space to compose herself. What was she getting herself into? How embarrassed would she be if jack found out about last night? On the other hand, it'd made her feel more alive than she had in years. 

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They wee busy around the trailer for the remainder of the afternoon. Anticipation was building inside Kelly along with a tingle of fear, as to what would happen when they all got together and mixed alcohol with the situation. Would she actually go through with and have sex with them, while her husband looked on? She found the concept oddly appealing but her tight laced mannerisms were starting to get in the way.

As evening approached, she was looking for a diversion, something that would take her mind away from the doubts that gnawed in her brain. She had to think of something and with it being as nice as it was outside she decided to take a walk. Kelly was putting her shoes on as jack walked past her.

"Going somewhere Kel?" His voice seemed conciliatory and merely curious.

"I was just going to get some fresh air, take a little walk down on of the trails. Did you want to join me?"

"Yeah that would be nice. Let's go"

They walked along side by side, not looking at each other just being in an awkward silence as thy entered the path leading away from behind where their trailer was parked. The air was full of the fresh smell of lilac and peace seemed to come over Kelly. She reached over and took Jack's hand in hers and waited for him to respond. His hand slid around hers and pulled her closer against him. She couldn't remember the last time they had simply been together in that way, just comfortable. Even with all the sexual tension and the mild infidelity of thought on her part, she couldn't help but feel closer to Jack. 

The passion that had so totally consumed her soul when they'd first been together, she could feel it welling back up inside. Mixing that comfort with the fires of lust from the previous night's encounter, made her positively ready to burst. They took a long walk, an hour or so just strolling through the back pathways around the park and not seeing another single soul. 

It was Kelly who saw it first, although she could never be sure if Jack did ever see it at all she was too consumed by it. They were nearing the end of the path back to their trailer, her mind was almost panicky wondering if they had been gone too long and were going to be late to the campfire. 

In that moment of hurriedness, her eyes caught a glimpse of movement through the trees that took seconds to process. She stopped and stared for a moment, but they it became clear. A couple was having sex on the picnic table of their campsite. From her experience the night before she was positive it was Paul and Amy. Paul held her in the air with her legs wrapped around him, impaling herself on his large shaft. 

They must have trying to be quiet since she couldn't hear anything and when she looked over at Jack; she saw he was looking back at her. Without waiting another moment, she grabbed him and pushed him back against the tree with all her force she could muster. Her tongue darted into his mouth with reckless abandon, unconcerned by his reactions she needed him. 

Even as she kissed him, she could see the couple fucking through the trees out of the corner of her eye. She shoved jack down to his knees and hiked her skirt up showing him that she was naked underneath. Her legs slid apart revealing her warm pink pussy glinting with more than a hint of moisture. 

Kelly pushed his face against her, not even noticing his muffled ramblings as she considered them. Moments later she could feel the heat of his tongue driving between her lips digging inside her. Her legs spread wider allowing him maximum access, grinding against his face as her head turned to watch the other couple. By this point Paul had Amy bent over the picnic table, both looking in her direction. Kelly didn't think they'd be able to see her and she intended to keep it that way be being quiet. 

Kelly' hand went to her breasts, pulling her bra up and letting her fingers feel the hard pebbles that her nipples had become. With Jack working her pussy with practiced precision she knew it wouldn't be long before her orgasm would swallow her. Watching the other couple is something she'd never thought she'd do, but here she was and it was going to make her come so hard. The feeling was hitting harder and faster than she knew was possible. 

Her legs trembled. Breathing increased. Pulse raced. Her teeth clamped down into her lip until she was nearly bleeding and the moment of ecstasy she was searching for was almost at her fingertips, when Jack stopped and stood up grinning at her. 

"What the hell did you stop for," Kelly replied, scolding him.

"I wanted a little something for myself." He gestured to his rigid cock poking against his jeans. 

"You couldn't have waited another minute?"

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but if I waited another minute I would have come in my pants."

"Get over here and fuck me against this tree then, I need to control the pacing to get off"

Jack slid his pants off and picked her up pressing her against the tree. She loved how it felt to be overpowered, to feel his strength. She slid herself down his rigid shaft, remarking how she hadn't felt him that hard in years. Kelly proceeded to grind against his pelvis feeling her clit rubbing against his pubic bone drove her crazy.

She pulled him in against her and leaned her head of his neck, allowing her to watch her neighbors continue their relentless fucking while obscuring his view. He pulled close against her driving himself deep as she bucked against him. A fury of passion awoke inside her, watching the other couple was just the icing on the cake. Her entire body trembled as the first wave or orgasm crashed on her shores.

The feelings were so intense she couldn't even open her mouth to make any noise, simply kept it shut biting her lip until she could feel a tiny trickle of blood well in her mouth causing her to back off slightly. The acrid flavor mixed with her other senses only heightened her pleasure. 

It was mere moments later when she stopped moving and climbed down off her husband whose eyes were wide open staring at her. She felt her passion must have scared him. 

"Wh...wh...what was that? I've never seen like that before."

"I guess I got a little carried away," she said burying her face in her hands for a second trying to comprehend the level of excitement her must have felt in her.

"I'll say. Your lips bleeding." 

"I got a little too excited." All at once her defensiveness turned to offense as she was prone to do. "Are you complaining? You got what you wanted? What you've been complaining about for the last few months."

"I wanted the old you back. The one who was open and free with her desires. I'm not sure what I have now. You were like a crazed animal."

"Be careful what you wish for."

She turned away leaving Jack staring at her as she walked away dishevelled and revelling in her energy. Before long she rounded the corner and noticed Paul and Amy were gone from where they'd been fucking. Part of her was relieved, while the part of her that was just being born was crushed. It would have to wait til later.