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Forbidden Pleasures

By: Quin



The party had been in full swing when Kate had wandered off down a corridor to explore. Really she was bored with her husband who was talking shop with his colleagues. She didn't like these company get-togethers – networking, bonding – whatever term they gave it didn't make it any less boring. She definitely, was not a company wife.

Amongst the crowd of employee's there were little groups that seemed to have a lot of fun but John, Kate's husband gave them a wide berth. He didn't approve of their behaviour. John was a very religious man – of the worst kind. Thou shalt not do anything that may give you pleasure. Sex to him was a bodily function that had to be taken care of from time to time. Like having to visit the lavatory – you just had to do it. Usually the time for sex was Saturday night – not every week mind you, that would be an indulgence – he rolled on at 11pm and rolled off about six minutes past.

No bawdy jokes in the office, no swearing, no pin-up calendars. Even the most politically correct feminist at the company thought he was over the top. He deserved his nickname – St. John. Kate's regret was that most people thought she was as bad and kept their distance from her. So that's why, in the middle of the party, she was on her own walking round the building.

She had heard laughing and shouts of surprise coming from a room at the end of the corridor. People were milling about, some going in, some coming out, all of them laughing or at least with smiles on their faces. It was at times like this that she felt excluded. She was on her fourth drink. That wasn't a lot – it was wine diluted with lots of lemonade – but it was two more than what her husband allowed her. By now she should be on straight lemonade or orange. Spirits were out of the question. She felt good that she was being a rebel and so thought she would see what the fun was about.

The door to the room was open and Kate strolled in – then she froze at the sight before her eyes. She had never seen anything like it in her life. She believed such things existed, she had read about them – but she had never seen any. The people in the room were watching a pornographic film. She knew that such films showed men and women undressed and moving up and down on each other – but she didn't know they showed things like this. The woman was holding the man's penis and she was actually kissing it. Unbelievably, to Kate, the woman had her legs open and was letting another man put his tongue in her. Kate's gaze finally focused on the large erect cocks of the porn studs. She was transfixed with the events on the TV screen.

For a few minutes Kate watched the action and as people came in and out of the room she moved to one side against the wall. Suddenly, as two women and a man entered the room she realised the door had been slammed closed behind them. About to run out before she was noticed she felt her glass being taken from her hand and replaced by another full one. She wanted to say sorry and explain that she had entered by mistake but a hand pressed on her shoulders and she heard a voice say, "There you are, have a seat, you look uncomfortable stood in the corner."

She looked round but found that everyone was chatting and watching the film and she was being ignored again. Feeling like a fish out of water she looked about her and realised that there was many women as men - and they didn't seem to be one bit embarrassed about making it obvious that they was enjoying the film. Although she was still shocked at what she could see Kate managed to relax a bit – and gulped her new drink. Her eyes once again focused on the screen. 

The woman was now on all fours with her backside in the air. Kate's eyes widened when she watched the studs' big cock push against the woman's opening from behind. The camera went in for a close up. "No!" thought Kate, almost aloud, "Surely, he can't do that?" The stud pulled the woman's arse cheeks apart and his enormous member entered her anus. The camera pulled out and to Kate's surprise it showed the woman smiling. Then into view came the other man's cock and she opened her mouth, happily sucking and licking while the man behind went like a piston at full speed. Kate gulped her drink and another hand took it from her – then replaced it.

When she looked back at the screen she gulped again. Now the man behind, while still taking his pleasure, was spanking the woman with the flat of his hand. The man in front, with cock in her mouth, was busy tweaking her nipples and, it seemed to Kate, being quite rough with her breasts. Out of the corner of her eye Kate noticed something else. A woman sat between two men was allowing one to kiss her and she saw that his hand was inside her dress. Kate looked round and was amazed that no one seemed to care. She refocused on the couple just in time to see the other man's hand slip up her dress. Kate braced herself for the sound of the woman's scream – instead she saw her legs relax and fall apart. To Kate, all of this was unbelievable. A woman was being violated on the TV- and one in front of a room full of people. And they both seemed to be enjoying it.

On the screen the woman's backside was still being spanked. The camera did a close up on her face and to Kate she looked in ecstasy. The man in front made Kate's eyes widen again as suddenly, out of his penis, shot lot's of creamy liquid – all over the woman's face and breasts. Kate's heart beat a little faster, as she watched the woman open her mouth. Then the peace was shattered. She heard the voice of St. John. "Kate! Where are you?"

Kate jumped from the chair and found that it had not been a good idea to gulp the last two drinks. She went very dizzy. And now she was in deep trouble.

Several people swore at the interruption and the VCR was switched off. The woman with the two men quickly fastened her top. Kate was about to face the music when a voice spoke to her.

"Hang on a minute! Don't go out yet, we'll divert his attention then you can sneak out." Kate looked at the man speaking to her. "It's OK," he said, "We know what you're husband's like – you'll be in trouble."

Kate thought they were very understanding and under her intoxication she just gave a silly grin and steadied herself. Several people left the room and she heard someone address her husband and tell him his wife was last seen at the other side of the building. Kate was surprised that they were going to a lot of trouble on her behalf.

"Your safe now," smiled the man. "No one here will tell him anything."

"Thanks!" said Kate, hurrying out of the room. "Pity, I was enjoying that."

As soon as the words had left her lips she realised her mistake. It was the drink talking. She had not intended to say that aloud – it was only a fleeting thought. Her cheeks turned red, this was a major sin! Watching the film was bad enough – but admitting to someone that she enjoyed it? She would be caste into hell.

The man smiled and said, "We will have to see what we can do. I saw you come into the room. You missed the beginning – it's worth watching – interesting stuff. I'll arrange to let you borrow it." Kate was shocked - at herself – and at the man's directness. She wanted to say "No!" but her embarrassment stopped her. Right now she was more worried about John.

A while later Kate sat in the front passenger seat of their car and St. John spat hellfire and brimstone. He was appalled and disgusted, she was a drunken hussy, what would people think – and where had she disappeared to? Normally Kate would have been upset and apologetic but because of the drink – and her feeling in a funny mood – it went in one ear and straight out of the other. As he rattled on Kate thought of the woman in the film and the penis poised a few inches from her mouth. And she opened her mouth for it, thought Kate.

Her husband's voice broke into her thoughts. "So what have you to say for yourself?" he demanded.

"You'll have to spank my bottom, I'm a naughty girl," said Kate with a giggle.

"What? Your disgusting!" shouted John.

A picture came into Kate's head of her husband taking her from behind while he preached to her. "Sermon on the Mount!" she giggled. She had done it again. What was meant to be a thought had been made very vocal. The sermon continued all the way home but Kate was oblivious to most of it – her thoughts were on sex and how everyone else seemed to enjoy it bar her.

Entering the house, Kate sank into a chair. "You always wanted to be a missionary didn't you?" she slurred at her husband. "A position as a missionary. Missionary position! The only one you know!" Kate laughed hysterically at her childish joke. Her husband tried to invoke the wrath of God. He got no response.

"So take my panties off and spank my bare bottom," laughed Kate. Her husband didn't take the offer up. 

"You are possessed by the Devil," he declared. "Get the behind us Satan!"

Kate sloped off to bed, "I should be so lucky," she replied to her husband's outburst. "I wouldn't mind having some little devil behind me. If only!"

John didn't speak to his wife for many days. Kate wasn't bothered; she was kept busy thinking about the porn film – and the woman in the room, who had let two men touch her in public. When she was alone, her hands went between her legs and she experienced an intense pleasure. More intense than she had been accustomed to. Why did something that was meant to be painful – the spanking – the penis in her backside – seem to give the woman so much pleasure? Why did she enjoy the other man squeezing her nipples so hard? What would it be like to have two men touching you at once? Why did she voluntarily open her mouth – what happened next? Kate, for the first time in her life experienced several orgasms a day. She was secretly a little disappointed that it could only be by her own hand.

Two weeks later, Kate was spending the afternoon catching up with her housework when there was a loud knock at the door. Answering it, she was confronted by the man from the room – her husbands' co-worker. "Hello, just thought I'd drop by and fulfil my promise. Brought you a video."

"What? Sorry – What do you mean – I don't recall you making a promise to bring me a video?" Kate was partly annoyed and partly embarrassed. "You shouldn't have come here."

The man laughed. "It's OK – you don't need to be shy. There's nothing wrong with enjoying the occasional sex film. You said you liked watching and was sorry you missed the end. So I said I'd try and get it for you."

Kate was worried that someone would overhear the man, who, by now, was talking very loudly. "Look, there's been a mistake – but you had better come in a minute."

Nervously, Kate tried to explain that she had far too much to drink and really she didn't want the video. The man stood his ground. "You don't have to pretend to me, we all know what your husband is like," he said quietly. "He doesn't need to know anything about it, you can watch it during the day when he isn't here and I'll call back for it in a few days - no problem. Are you not curious – I know you have never had chance to watch a full porn film. I could tell you enjoyed being in the room – the expression on your face told it all. " He laughed again. "Look, you don't have to watch it while I'm here. You can watch it alone – in complete privacy – whenever you choose to. Sure you're not interested?"

Images flashed through Kate's mind, it would be exciting – but she couldn't admit that to this man. He seemed to read her mind and walked past her toward the VCR. "What are you doing?" she cried.

"It's not the same film you saw – I couldn't get hold of that – but it's very similar." The man quickly turned on the machines and the TV came to life. Kate was about to tell him to stop and please leave - but the scene on the screen left her silent.

A close up showed a woman with a very hard and large cock in her mouth. As the camera panned out Kate saw the woman had her hand around the man's buttocks and had drawn him in closer to her. Her other hand was busy with another cock – working frantically. Kate couldn't believe it – letting a man put his thing in her mouth – and sucking it. And another man! She was rubbing him! But something else – the woman was squirming – moving up and down! Why? Kate's pulse raced as her eyes were glued to the screen. This was disgusting! Terrible! But something compelled her to keep watching. She didn't notice the man smiling to himself as he quietly watched her.

She knew something was going to happen on the screen. The camera closed in on the cock in the woman's hand - then on the face of the man. Then the camera pulled out and Kate saw why the woman was squirming. She was sat straddling another mans knee and a third cock was buried in her. Kate was even more shocked when she realised the woman's vagina was on full view. The third man's fingers were pulling apart the folds of her private places. She realised his penis was buried inside her anus! How could the woman do this? Three men were violating her - it must be against her will. Then she noticed the look on the woman's face. She took the cock from her mouth and smiled at the man above her. She was enjoying it! Then – just like in the first film – she opened her mouth to the two waiting cocks.

The man with her pressed the remote control – the picture went off the screen. "So – What do you think? Shall I leave it with you so you can enjoy the rest – or would you like me to take it away?"

Kate was too scared to answer. As she searched for the right words the man stood close to her and whispered. "If I hadn't turned it off you would have watched it all while we stood there – wouldn't you? Anyway I can tell it turned you on by the way your nipples hardened through your sweater – and the look on your face." Kate felt her face burn with embarrassment and she looked at the floor. She was scared of the man now – but felt a strange excitement too. "You love the sight of those big cocks – it's OK lots of women do." There was a moment's silence - then he spoke again, even more quietly. "Do you want me to leave it with you? You can watch it in your own time. You do – don't you?" 

Kate's eyes stayed focused on the carpet while she thought. She nodded her head slightly. "Tell me – I can't hear you," instructed the man. She found it very hard to utter the words, "Yes – leave it." Her voice was almost inaudible. The man kissed her on the cheek, which made her blush even more. "See you in a few days. Enjoy yourself – but don't let your husband catch you watching it."

Minute's later Kate was still looking at the carpet – and the man was long gone.

She went into the kitchen and made herself a drink. She was unsettled. How had the man managed to get inside her head? How did he know about her secret longing to see more of the sex films? She didn't even know his name! And he had left her a most perverted and disgusting film to watch. But – she had let him – she had told him she wanted him to leave it. She had told him – indirectly – that she wanted to watch this woman letting men use her anyway they wanted. In the most dirty filthy ways. She had also let him know something else – that it made her excited and turned her on sexually. She had let a stranger know that watching these dirty, filthy, unnatural sexual acts – gave her pleasure. She shivered a little when she realised the man would be coming back.

Kate eventually carried on with her work and tried to regain her composure. The pictures in her head wouldn't let her. Thoughts came and went until finally she gave in and, putting down her duster she turned on the video machine. She had to know – she hadn't time to watch the film now - but she had to know. What happened after the woman opened her mouth?

She rewound it a little and started to watch. The sight of the hard penis's made her gasp, as did the sight of the woman's anus filled with a pulsing cock. Then the scene she wanted. Her hand went up her skirt and fingers found her special spot as she waited with anticipation. Kate squealed as she watched seamen shoot out of the men and into the willing mouth of the woman. She could not believe what she saw. The woman smiled and swallowed and pulled the cocks to get every last drop. She let her tongue catch the sudden last spurts of sticky liquid – and she swallowed them. She licked and sucked taking turns with each cock until they began to soften – and still she licked. And, at the same time the woman was being fucked by the man underneath her – fucked in her arse. Kate said the word to her-self – fucked – fucked in her arse. She was quickly approaching her own climax. A minute later as Kate recovered, slouched in the chair she asked herself how the woman could do such a thing. Then she thought – what would it feel like. She was still too scared to admit just how excited the thought made her feel.

Throughout that evening Kate couldn't help her thoughts drifting back to the film. Her husband's silence was broken only by his little sermons and lectures about her terrible behaviour. Goodness knows what he would have said if he knew about the man and the sex films. Kate found herself amused by the thought.

As soon as her husband had got himself off to work the following morning Kate quickly started her chores like a model housewife. She wanted to find lots of spare time today. The anticipation and excitement grew as she completed her work. She was, she admitted to her-self, feeling what they called "horny." At last she was finished and would now be able to watch the film all the way through. Locking the doors, she took the video from its hiding place and settled down with the remote control.

Kate was amazed how the film progressed. A woman sat in a room with three men, then they began to touch her, and then she let them unfasten her shirt. Her skirt was pulled up to show her panties. By the time it got to the real action Kate's own skirt was pulled up and her fingers were busy. Now came the scenes that really made Kate excited - the spanking of the woman's bottom. How it seemed to give her pleasure. Then the parts were the woman took the men in her mouth. How she let them position her so two men could enter her at once. Kate's excitement grew when finally each man had his cock in an orifice. Kate couldn't really explain why the dirtier and kinkier it got the more she was aroused. She licked her lips when the camera closed in on the large throbbing dicks and wondered what it would be like to lick one. She was drifting away into fantasyland while her fingers worked on her special place. Then she looked back at the screen.

This was different. Something had changed – it wasn't the same film. The picture was fuzzy, bad quality, the lighting was wrong. The action had also changed – and the actors. A woman was trying to push away two men, one was attempting to unfasten her blouse while the other thrust his hands up her skirt. They were standing, having forced her back against a large armchair. She struggled in vane as the men took hold of her arms and finally managed to expose her breasts. The camera showed another man – sat in the corner of the room, with penis in hand, watching. The woman's skirt was then pulled to her waist and the men turned her so the sitting man could see better. She was dressed just as a normal housewife would be. Nothing fancy, nothing sexy – she didn't look anything like a porn star. A man thrust his hand down her panties – the more the woman struggled the more the sitting man seemed to enjoy it.

Kate rewound the tape to see when the film had changed. The change had been abrupt; from a commercially and professionally produced film came the snowy picture of a badly lit amateur camcorder effort. Kate read the scrawled title – My Abused Wife – and let the tape run normally. The scene was set as the camera focused on three men sitting drinking and talking. There was no soundtrack to the film and Kate watched as one man got up and left the room. After a while he returned, with a woman who seemed nervous. She was introduced to the men who eyed her up and down. The man who Kate thought must be the husband put his hand on his wife's breast and squeezed. The other men moved in on her.


Forbidden Pleasures #01



 Maria is my wife. We dated for almost 18 months before we got married. During that year and a half, we quickly learned that we both had an insatiable appetite for sex. Since puberty hit me, I have had to ejaculate at least twice a day just to keep comfortable. When I fail to do so, almost without fail I will awake in the middle of the night from an erotic dream, the sheets of my bed smeared with my warm, nocturnal cum. Maria routinely pursues orgasms in clusters. 

Maria is adorable. She was the Homecoming Queen in High School. Her mother's ancestry is from Europe and her father's from the Pacific Islands, making her golden skin and facial features enchanting. She is a slender 5-8 with coal black hair, smoldering brown eyes, and a smile that befriends anyone she meets. Her figure includes long legs and amazing, 36c breasts with large, dark nipples that not only sit high on her breasts, but also appear to be forever aroused with that firm, erect, eye-catching poke.

Maria and I love to fuck. Most of my buddies complain that their wives don't fuck often enough. Maria and I have the opposite problem. We fuck too often! Sometimes the frequency means we get a little stale and bored with the routine. 

So to combat the complacency and borderline boredom, we started playing naughty games a few years ago. These games started out as private romps with a touch of risk like fucking on the hotel elevator or a blowjob in the movie theater or mutual masturbation while idling in the fast-food drive-through. 

When we migrated to the point of forbidden pleasures, it was Maria who led the way. Not that I argued or put up a fight of course. But it is important to me for my readers to understand that these experiences are not instigated by an insensitive husband exploiting his wife. These experiences have been shared adventures that are as much or more the ideas of Maria as they are mine. 

------The Preacher------

...THURSDAY MORNING...

Maria's naked body settled into a post-orgasmic cuddle on top of me. My hard cock, just moments removed from a good-morning cum shot, was still balls deep in her pussy. She squirmed with a familiar wiggle that I knew was her effort to grind her clit against my dick as she chased one, last orgasm. I smiled as I felt her sweet body tense up and her tight, married pussy clench around my cock so that I could feel her swollen clit pulsating. She moaned as she rode my cock to orgasm for the umpteenth time.

A few minutes later, she rolled off of me, making sure to move slow enough and spread her legs wide enough to expel her warm creampie on my slick cock and balls. It was her way of saying "thank you." 

"I love you, babe" I said as I smiled up at her. 

"I love you too" she cooed as she slid out of bed and walked toward the shower. 

Once she had the water running and warmed up, I joined her in the shower. I admired the view of her jiggling, wet, amazing tits as she used both hands to scrub the shampoo into her hair. After she rinsed her hair, she playfully soaped up my semi-erect cock as she giggled, "M-m-m... someone is happy to see me." 

She tightened her grip and smoothed her sudsy hand along my cock. "Are you up for a game this afternoon?"

With my eyes rolling back in my head I could only offer a mono-syllabic "mhm". 

"Okay" she said, "what time can you be home?" 

"Is four o'clock okay?" 

She tugged a little harder on my cock as she countered, "Make it three. I will make it worth your time." I felt her hands let go of my now rock-hard cock and slide up my chest to my face, turning my gaze to look down into her sweet, puppy-dog, brown eyes. "We better save that for later." And with that, she bounced out of the shower signaling that our morning playtime was over. 

As I took care of business that morning and early afternoon, my mind drifted off several times to what Maria might be up to. We took turns coming up with the ideas and laying the plans for our games. I had absolutely no clue what her mind was conjuring up for our afternoon. The unknown was part of the excitement. 

...THURSDAY AFTERNOON...

When I arrived home, it was not quite 3pm. Maria greeted me as I walked in the house, giving me a view of her wearing a sweater that clearly revealed that she was braless. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that dared the eyes to explore the lines of her ass. As we kissed, my hands cupped her ass and squeezed, moving over the denim in a search for any evidence of panties. She giggled, knowing exactly what I was doing, and playfully bubbled at me, "nothing under there either."

I was horny enough to fuck her right then. But, I knew we had a game to play that would make it exponentially better if I would just be patient and play along. "So, were are we going?" I asked her.

Her eyes brightened as she answered, "We have a 4pm counseling appointment with the Preacher of Main Street Baptist Church."

Her introduction jerked my mind to attention. "Counseling appointment with a preacher?" I echoed with a questioning tone.

"Yep" she chirped. "I made a few calls today until I found a pastor who would fit our game. He thinks we are a married couple who is having sexual intimacy problems. I told him that I feel like you don't seem to be interested in me."

I laughed out loud and said, "Damn, Maria, that's a tough role to act out!"

With a sparkle in her eye she said, "Oh, I am sure you will be able to handle the role once you see our plan unfolding."

"And what plan is that, babe?"

"Well, by the time we are done with him, we are going to have a threesome with him!" Her eyes were alive with excitement as we got in sync with our vision of what we wanted to do. With our minds linked up, we got in the car and drove to the church.

We found the church, parked the car, and walked into the church office, playing the part of total strangers seeking marriage counseling. The secretary warmly greeting me and then gave Maria a cold stare, communicating disapproval at Maria's choice of clothing. I acted as if I were oblivious to it all. 

A few minutes later, the pastor emerged from his office and came to greet us. He appeared to be in his early thirties with a beach boy appearance with his wavy, blonde hair and casual attire. As we stood to meet him, I watched as he tried to keep his eyes out of trouble, but Maria was just way too good of a view to miss. His eyes quickly bounced over her body, no doubt taking a quick inventory of the fact she was braless and hot. He introduced himself to us as "Pastor Nick" and invited us into his office.

As we sat down on a couch at the side of his desk, I noticed that his desk was absent of any family pictures, something Maria had long ago taught me to look for when first calibrating our timing and pace for the game. 

Pastor Nick asked about our church history and then a few questions about our marriage history. Maria did most of the talking, staying in character with the over-eager wife as I did my best to appear to be a disinterested husband. 

Maria was animated and vibrant, waving her hands and literally bouncing on the couch as she gave Pastor Nick an overview of her concerns. She made sure to keep her tits jiggling while also fanning her legs open and shut in a way that allowed her tight jeans to give Pastor Nick an idea of her sexy legs.

After Maria had expertly set the stage for Pastor Nick, he asked me a few questions, motioning for Maria to be quiet and give me a chance to speak. 

He asked me, "Do you understand what Maria is saying here, Jim?" 

I nodded. "Yep. She thinks I don't pay enough attention to her."

"Well, yes. But I think she is saying more than that."

I just stared back at him silently, daring him to be more detailed. As his patience began to wear thin, Maria blurted out "See! This is what I am talking about. It is like he is totally clueless!"

Pastor Nick gave me a firm look as he held a hand up towards Maria signaling her to stop. He leaned forward and tried to give me a Freudian like query, "Is this true, Jim?"

I tested his patience with a long pause and then a testy, defensive "Is what true?"

His eyes narrowed as he furrowed his brow, challenging me with that question yet again. "What Maria is saying; is this true?"

I shrugged my shoulders and stiffened as I stared right back at him and said, "What do YOU think?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, Jim. I am not married to Maria. You are. It matters what you think."

Maria's eyes lit up like a pinball machine when she heard him say this. Daring to inject the idea, even if it was in the negative, of he and Maria as a couple was exactly the type of entry point she and I were searching for. 

She immediately spoke up. "That's right, Jim. If Pastor Nick and I were married, HE wouldn't ignore me..." she turned to look at him as she completed her sentence, "would you, Pastor Nick?"

It was a classic moment. She had really caught him off guard. No doubt his mind had already undressed her as she sat there, so it wasn't like he hadn't already entertained sexual thoughts about her, as secret and forbidden as they might be. But of course, he would have never, ever admitted to such secrets of the mind. Yet, the look in his eyes for that split second resembled those of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

He recovered quickly and said, "Like I said, It doesn't matter what I think. This is about you two."

Maria moved deftly like a spider feeling the first vibrations plucking the strings of her web woven expertly to snag her prey. "But, if we were married, you would not ignore me, right?"

Maria gave him no time to reply before she mustered up a tearful eye with a heartfelt appeal, "I mean, I am a desirable woman, right Pastor Nick?"

Her pleading eyes and pitiful tone left him very little wiggle room. I could see him battling the fact that somehow he had gotten himself in a bit of a quandary. 

Maria positioned herself on the couch so that her sweater gave him a bold and fresh reminder of how close her tits were at that very moment, pretending of course to still be absorbed with the counseling motif. 

Pastor Nick was dangling precariously on her web. In fact, he was already ensnared. It was now just a matter of time before she would pounce. 

I sat quietly, continuing with my façade of disinterest. 

Maria's question was still hanging in the air -- "I am a desirable woman, right Pastor Nick?" -- as he tried to again wriggle free.

"Jim, would you agree with what Maria is saying, that she is a desirable woman?"

Maria slid from the couch and moved away from me and towards Pastor Nick, as if the two of them were ganging up on me, drawing an alliance with him with her words. "Yes Jim. Do you agree with Pastor Nick that I am a desirable woman?"

Her twist of his words was genius at work. That she seemingly used them to make his point was even more brilliant, rendering him powerless to correct her.

I looked Maria up and down, making sure to give Pastor Nick the idea that I was focused on her body, and then said to him, "I agree with you that she is a desirable woman."

Before Pastor Nick could clarify his words and intent, Maria cut in. "How desirable?"

I knew exactly what she was doing. I crossed my arms as if I were exasperated and shot back at her, "I don't know Maria." Then glared at Pastor Nick. "Just how desirable is she?"

As I said this, my seductive spider slid down the web and moved in for the kill. Maria moved so close to Pastor Nick that he leaned back in his leather chair and tried to keep a safe distance between he and Maria. She leaned forward, allowing her sweater to fall away from her enough that her swaying breasts not only swung firmly against the sweater's fabric, but the gap between the V-neck collar and her flesh opened up enough to give him a free view of her cleavage and perhaps even more.

She looked directly into his eyes as she softly repeated my question. "Yes Pastor Nick. Just how desirable am I?" She dangled her finger down the outside of her leg so that it made contact with Pastor Nick's knee.

"Wh-what is going on here?" he said with a tone of disapproval. 

I sat quietly on the couch, but slid forward on the cushion as Maria dared to toy with him as we teetered on the tipping point. "It is just a simple question, Pastor Nick. How desirable am I?"

He was quivering. His eyes were in a panic. And though he continued to put up a defensive posture, both Maria and I knew we had him. He could have fled, but he did not. He could have called out to his secretary, but he did not. 

I stood up from the couch and walked to the door. As I reached out and locked the door, I returned to him that narrowed-eye, furrowed-brow expression he had shot at me moments ago, and with a different tone than I had spoken with up to that point I reflected Maria's question back at him. "She's right. It is just a simple question. How desirable is she?"

Maria bent her knees and crouched so that her ass settled on the edge of his knee. "This desirable?"

He sat utterly silent. Not even a half-hearted attempt to fight off her advance. 

I walked from the door to Maria's side, sliding my hand around her neck and just beneath her sweater, gently tugging it to the side of her shoulder to expose more flesh to his eyes. I echoed Maria's taunt, "This desirable?"

Maria licked her lips so that a gloss of seduction coated them, even as my hand slithered under her sweater down to her breast. She moaned softly at my brush over her nipple, his eyes fully engaged in the imprint of my hand against her sweater. Her glistening lips whispered to him, "This desirable?"

I leaned in and lightly kissed Maria's waiting lips, then our tongues extended and flicked, even as she settled her ass up his thigh so that our faces were inching ever closer to his. He sat silent, even as we both heard his rapid breathing. In between tongue flicks, Maria muttered, "This desirable?"

As my right hand fondled her breast under her sweater, my other hand reached down to slide her sweater up, daringly close to the lower curve of her other breast. As I did that, her hand moved up his thigh. Maria seamlessly transitioned the game to the next level as she asked him, "What do you desire, Pastor Nick?"

We both grinned as we observed him fumbling and mumbling, unable to even articulate a single, sensible word. I pulled Maria's sweater higher so that half of her breast was now exposed to him, and then taunted him. "Is this what you desire?"

Maria leaned toward him so that her half-bared breast dared him to cross the line. She wriggled her ass on his thigh so that she could get her breast closer. As she did, I slipped her sweater up higher to give him his first, full view of her amazing breast, topped with her dark, hard, aroused nipple. I cupped her breast with my hand and inched it closer to his quivering lips. With a devilish taunt I nudged his lust at my wife as I said, "Go ahead. Taste it. It's goooood."

His eyes closed.

His lips parted.

My hand guided her flesh forward.

I nearly blew a load in my pants right then and there as I fed Maria's nipple between his lips, watching this PASTOR suck MY WIFE'S nipple!

As she felt her nipple slide between his lips, Maria slithered her hand to his crotch along the bulge of his hard cock buried in his slacks. I could hear the sounds of his mouth sucking her nipple like a hungry new-born. Then I heard the familiar sound of a zipper being tugged down.

"Is this what you desire, Pastor Nick?" I heard Maria ask. While latched on to her nipple, he nodded, giving her hand permission to slither inside his pants. 

At the sound of his zipper, I had followed in suit and immediately worked to lower my pants. As Maria worked her hand inside his pants, I reached for her other hand and guided it to my exposed cock as my pants puddled around my ankles. 

There Pastor Nick sat in his chair, Maria in his lap. Her hand now in contact with his cock as his mouth suckled at her breast; her other hand gripping my cock at there side. 

"Do you like to watch him sucking me, Jim?" Maria softly volleyed at me.

"Yes, I do" I affirmed back at her.

Maria managed to unfasten his pants and peal them open with her single hand, springing his fully erect, pastor-cock into the open. As she slowly stroked him, she looked at me and said words so naughty that I feared they might make Pastor Nick flee.

"I like to watch him suck too. I like to watch him suck . . . you." As she said that, she tugged my cock towards her breast that Pastor Nick was still sucking. I know he had heard her. Yet he continued to suck. He did not flee.

I had guided Maria's breast to his mouth. Now, even as he continued to suck, Maria guided my cock to the edge of the edge of that nipple he was sucking. Her hand used my cock to smear my oozing precum along her breast just next to her nipple and his mouth . . . 

Then, she did it. She moved my cock over her nipple. He continued to suck. Taking both my cock and Maria's nipple into his mouth! 

"Oh yes. That is very good" she murmured. 

It was a fucking awesome moment. Somehow, my wife had managed to seduce this pastor into not only sucking her breast, but also my cock! Her powers of seduction in these games never ceased to amaze me!

Moments later, I heard him moaning,,, I FELT him moaning as she stroked his cock harder and harder. His sucking became more greedy in sync with the cadence she was stroking him. He was close to cumming!

As Maria continued to stroke him, she guided him with a clear directive; "Cum on my tits, Pastor Nick."

As she said that, she repositioned her breast lower towards his cock. But she made sure to keep my cock in his mouth! And there we were.

Maria stroking Pastor Nick's cock, preparing him to cum on her tits.

Pastor Nick sucking my cock.

It ended differently than we had planned, but just as hot. Pastor Nick shot a load of cum that had to be at least a week's worth of pent up cum! He splattered Maria's tits with a coating so thick that he expanded her from a c-cup to a d-cup! 

As he shot his load, he stopped sucking me and just moaned like a teenage boy enjoying his first ever fuck. 

I wanted to fuck Maria right there in front of him, but her instincts were better than mine. She knew we had pushed things far enough to fuel our own fun to new levels, even if we delayed fucking until after our drive home.

Maria stood up next to me and slid her sweater down over her breasts covered in his cum. I bent over and pulled my pants up over my cock coated with his saliva. 

Pastor Nick just sat slumped in his chair, his slacks still pealed open with his spent, semi-erect cock dripping a few droplets of cum. 

As I zipped up, Maria leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek and said, "Thanks for the session, Pastor Nick. You were a big help! Jim and I are going to go home now and fuck our brains out, okay?"

As we walked to the door, he never moved, pants still pealed open, cock exposed, slumped back in his chair. 

As I opened the door, Maria and I held hands as she smiled back at him and said, "Maybe we can come back for a refresher course sometime?"

He did not say a word.

We left.

Not sure what the secretary discovered, but I can tell you that Maria and I had a great fuck when we got back home!



Forbidden Pleasures #02



 Maria is my wife. We dated for almost 18 months before we got married. During that year and a half, we quickly learned that we both had an insatiable appetite for sex. Since puberty hit me, I have had to ejaculate at least twice a day just to keep comfortable. When I fail to do so, almost without fail I will awake in the middle of the night from an erotic dream, the sheets of my bed smeared with my warm, nocturnal cum. Maria routinely pursues orgasms in clusters. 

Maria is adorable. She was the Homecoming Queen in High School. Her mother's ancestry is from Europe and her father's from the Pacific Islands, making her golden skin and facial features enchanting. She is a slender 5-8 with coal black hair, smoldering brown eyes, and a smile that befriends anyone she meets. Her figure includes long legs and amazing, 36c breasts with large, dark nipples that not only sit high on her breasts, but also appear to be forever aroused with that firm, erect, eye-catching poke.

Maria and I love to fuck. Most of my buddies complain that their wives don't fuck often enough. Maria and I have the opposite problem. We fuck too often! Sometimes the frequency means we get a little stale and bored with the routine. 

So to combat the complacency and borderline boredom, we started playing naughty games a few years ago. These games started out as private romps with a touch of risk like fucking on the hotel elevator or a blowjob in the movie theater or mutual masturbation while idling in the fast-food drive-through. 

When we migrated to the point of forbidden pleasures, it was Maria who led the way. Not that I argued or put up a fight of course. But it is important to me for my readers to understand that these experiences are not instigated by an insensitive husband exploiting his wife. These experiences have been shared adventures that are as much or more the ideas of Maria as they are mine. 

------Snow White------

Maria's close friend, Jennifer, has a knockout daughter. Her name is Morgan. Her body just oozes sensual energy. A tall, slender blonde with curves wrapped around her firm, little butt and oversized tits, she lights up the room when she enters it. Blessed with both a body and acting talent, the girl is going places. Currently, she is part of the theater crew that works at Disney World. 

...THURSDAY NIGHT... Maria loves role play. I can't count how many different characters she has played when we are fucking around. But I can tell you that Snow White is one of my favorites! Maria started getting into playing the role of Snow White the night we first watched Morgan play the role. 

Maria knew what a turn-on it was for me to have her play as Snow White after seeing Morgan as such. We not only enjoyed front row seats to seeing that sweet, 23 year old girl playing the role, but also had back-stage privileges to see her like few get to. Morgan in full Snow White attire was hot. But Morgan in strip down mode changing out of Snow White attire was even hotter!

Maria also knew how to stoke the fires of my lust as she merged her role-playing talents with the images in my mind of having seen Morgan dolled up as that beauty. 

That first time she role-played Snow White, it was the night we got back to the hotel after we had seen Morgan perform. The connection was unstated, although clear in my mind.

Maria had started her siren-like seductions of me when we were fooling around in the hotel Jacuzzi. She began to peel back a layer or two of my inhibitions, daring me to admit that I had forbidden lusts for Morgan. I put up a half-hearted defense, eventually yielding to Maria's naughty flirtations with me, as she used a voice that was remarkably similar to Morgan's. We made it back to our room just in time for me to fuck her long and hard.

...FRIDAY MORNING... The next morning, Maria woke me up with a soft kiss on my lips and a soft whisper of "good morning, my Prince Charming." 

I peeked out of one, half-opened eye as I smiled at her adorable face resting on my shoulder. "Good morning, my princess." 

She snuggled her naked body up against me as close as possible, awakening my morning hard-on. Her fingers softly circled my nipples as she said, "Want to play a naughty game tonight?"

I shivered and moaned, "M-m-m, what does my naughty, little fuck have in mind?"

"Well" she flirtatiously began, "I know a certain little Snow White who has the day off."

My mind raced. I scrambled to interpret if Maria meant Morgan, or herself as Snow White. "She does, does she?" 

Maria's voice sparkled as she replied, "Um-hmm. I bet she would love to get away and enjoy a quiet dinner away from the hectic pace of her fantasy acting."

I was still stuck in the middle of understanding who Maria was talking about! Was it Morgan or her?! Maria was being coy. Playfully and skillfully tormenting me with the possibilities. But my racing heart pounding near her fingers that brushed over my heart and my throbbing cock pulsating against her thigh betrayed my hopes. 

As Maria slid her hand down my stomach and wrapped it lightly around my cock, as if measuring it's thickness and pulse, she breathed hot words into my ear. "Maybe I will give her a call. See if she would like for us to take her out to dinner."

She felt my cock twitch as my mind clearly registered exactly who she was talking about! Before I could say anything, she rolled over and grabbed her phone off the nightstand next to our bed. 

"Hello sweetie, did I call too early?" Maria smiled as she listened to Morgan on the other end of the phone. "Well good. I know you have a crazy schedule and need your rest when you can get it."

Maria paused again as Morgan chatted back. I just laid there stunned at what I was listening to. It was more than a phone call. It was sheer naughtiness in the making.

"Well sweetie, Jim and I were wondering if you would like for us to take you out tonight. A nice dinner and home-grown company to recharge your batteries." 

Maria winked and nodded at me as she listened to Morgan accept the invitation. "Great sweetie! What time is a good time to pick you up?"

As Maria neared the close of the phone call, she reached her hand out to pull the covers of the bed off of us so that our naked bodies, and more pointedly - my rock hard cock - were in full view. "Okay then, we will see you about six o'clock. Um-hm... oh you are welcome sweetie. See you tonight!"

Maria finished the call and then playfully flipped to the camera app on her iPhone as she said, "Is somebody looking forward to seeing Snow White tonight?" She pointed her phone at my hard, 7-inch cock as I heard the ~click~ of her snapping a pic. 

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked her. 

With a devilish smile she replied, "Oh, just a 'before' shot. I will get the 'after' shot later tonight."

And with that provocative answer she bounced out of bed and to the shower. I laid there naked with my head swimming in forbidden thoughts of pleasures I wasn't sure were possible.

...FRIDAY AFTERNOON... "What are you going to wear tonight?" Maria asked me as we arrived back at our room after some late afternoon shopping.

I smiled at her. "Any suggestions?"

Her grin spoke volumes as she quietly walked to the closet and flipped through the few items of clothing I had hanging up in there. She plucked a polo shirt from a hanger and flipped it at me. 

Then, with an exaggerated and playful wiggle of her hips she walked over to the drawer where my short pants, underwear and socks were. She reached in and grabbed a pair of navy-blue shorts and flipped them to me. 

With a casual wave in the direction of my sandals that I had just slipped off of my feet, she said, "and those." With a wicked smile she slithered up against me and said, "and nothing else."

Wearing short pants with no underwear was a challenge for me in the case of a full-out hard-on. There was just no way to hide it, and of course, Maria knew that. 

"What are you wearing?" I asked curiously.

"Any suggestions?" she playfully bantered back at me.

"I suppose naked is out of the question, right?" I smiled at her.

"Well, at least for starters" she winked at me.

I then mimicked what she had just done, and quietly pulled from her drawer a pair of denim jeans and tank top. As I handed them to her I smiled and said, "and nothing else."

...FRIDAY EVENING... When we finally arrived to pick up Morgan, I was fully erect. Maria had already been toying with my urges on the drive, using that voice, spinning her words, masturbating my mind.

When I pulled up in front of Morgan's apartment, Maria said, "Wait here" as she patted my shorts and grinned. "Might be better if I go get her myself."

I sat at the wheel and watched as Maria got out and walked in front of the car. Her amazing tits were jiggling with a "come fuck me sway" that could make a guy shoot a load in his pants without even jerking. And those tight denim shorts she had on were designed to advertise a great ass; and Maria had that as well. I smiled at the view, congratulating myself on the good choice of clothing for her even though it was no effort at all.

Morgan opened the door and Maria stepped inside, leaving the door open. I rocked my hips slightly to push my throbbing cock against the steering wheel as I waited for them to come out to the car. 

My eyes were rewarded a few minutes later by the vision of Maria approaching, three, horizontal ripples in the fabric of her tank top were taut from tit to tit. Her nipples were both poking against the fabric so firmly, that even the outer edge of her nipples was outlined.

And then there was Morgan. She was wearing a denim skirt about mid-thigh, and a two-layered tank top. And, as best as I could tell, a bra. 

I greeted her with "Hello Morgan" as she slid into the back seat and Maria got in front. "You hungry?"

"I sure am" she said as she scooted to the middle of the back seat so she could look both of us in the eyes when we turned to glance back at her. Of course, I also had the rear view mirror conveniently aimed at her as well. "Where are we going?"

Maria answered, "Oh sweetie, you are going to love this place! You still like exotic experiences, right?"

It wasn't until that moment that I realized that in all the lustful anticipation I had experienced, I had not given a moment's notice to where we were going to eat! So Maria's answer was just as veiled to me as it was to Morgan.

I caught myself glancing in the mirror and admiring those glittering blue eyes of hers. Her low-cut top was also generous to my eyes, giving me discreet glimpses of forbidden pleasures my mind was now absorbed with.

The three of us chatted as Maria guided me to a restaurant where they grill the food right in front of you. "Party of three" I said to the hostess as we walked in the door.

Within moments, we were seated on cushions on the ground around a small grill that was crackling with heat. Our little threesome order was quickly taken and our chef arrived to entertain us with his creative cooking technique. 

Maria had arranged for us to sit on the same side of the grill with Morgan between us. That gave me many opportunities, whenever Morgan turned to look at Maria, to position myself best as possible to try and glance at those amazing, young breasts. When Morgan would look back at me, I would quickly avert my eyes away. 

The first time she noticed my leer, it was a little bit awkward. Maria quickly eased the split-second of tension with a comment that distracted Morgan.

The next time Morgan caught me, she was less taken aback by it, almost as if she was comfortable with being viewed. With each successful opportunity, I became excessively bold. 

By the time our chef had finished preparing our meal and we were enjoying the fruits of his labor, Morgan was completely at ease with my gazes. Of course, Maria had done her part in running interference for me and doing what she could to keep Morgan comfortable. 

Eventually it seemed that Morgan realized, through some unspoken connection that all women seem to have with each other, that Maria was quite alright with my delight in looking at Morgan's body. Which of course, was an understatement. The fact is, Maria was setting things up for me to FUCK her!

Although she tried to make it appear as an accident, Maria spilled water from her glass so that it splashed down her top. As the moisture licked her skin and crept between her tank top and breasts, the thin fabric began to cling to her with that amazing wet-teeshirt adhesion. 

Morgan leaned over and whispered something in Maria's ear and then glanced back at me as the two of them giggled. I had no idea what she said, but certainly enjoyed the fact that it most likely had something to do with Maria's public exposure and my reaction.

Maria then said, "We should go Jim. I am, um, a bit compromised here." 

The two of them laughed. I chimed in and laughed along with them. 

As soon as all three of us were in the car, Maria turned around to ask Morgan a question; her wet tank top daring me to fondle her. As I fought off the urge, Maria asked Morgan, "Do you mind if we stop by our hotel room for me to change?"

"No problem" Morgan replied.

The dialogue that unfolded during the 15 minutes of that ride from restaurant to hotel was a blur to me. All I could hear was the thumping of my heartbeat. I could feel it in my cock. My eyes danced over the view of Morgan in the rear view mirror as she and Maria chatted like two best friends.

I was surprised to notice that several times as they chatted, when Maria would look at me, Morgan's eyes would dart down and gaze at Maria's tits showing through her wet top. It was absolutely stunning to see a goddess like Morgan showing such carnal interest in my adorable Maria!

When we arrived at the hotel, Maria invited Morgan up with us so she would not have to wait in the car. Happily, the three of us entered the lobby together and boarded the elevator. Ten floors later we were walking towards our room.

As I opened the door for the girls, Morgan got her first glimpse of our suite. "Oh my, this is nice!" she said. 

Maria pointed to the leather chair in the corner and said, "Oh Morgan, you have to try that chair out. It is so comfortable."

Morgan walked across the room and lowered herself into the chair and moaned as if a great massage had just been delivered to her body. "Wow" she muttered. 

I silently muttered "wow" to myself at the same moment as I watched her sink into the contours of the chair, offering my eyes a fresh view of her body tucked under her top and skirt. 

Maria walked behind me and into the bedroom, with the French doors swung wide open. As Morgan sat in the chair, she looked past me at Maria, who for the moment was out of my line of vision. 

Maria pulled her wet top off over her head, leaving her topless, profile just in view for Morgan's wandering eye. I wasn't aware of Maria's actions, but I did see Morgan sort of scrunch down in the chair, widening her legs just a little bit, making the vision of her in that skirt even more amazing!

Maria interrupted my visual foreplay. "Jim, do you know where you put my red, teeshirt?" I turned around to see her standing there with her crumpled up wet tank top stretched across her breasts as if she were trying to be discreet in front of Morgan. 

"Um, I think it is over there." I turned around and pointed across the room near to where Morgan was seated. 

Maria giggled. "Oh that's right." She skipped across the room, grabbed the tee, and patted Morgan on the head as she playfully quipped, "Jim does a great job keeping track of where he puts my clothes after he takes them off of me." And with a wink at Morgan, Maria walked up to me and kissed me on the mouth long and soft, dropping her tank top to the floor in the process.

As we stood there and kissed, we knew that Morgan was watching us. It was quiet, but not awkward. Maria had worked her magic on Morgan during the ride to the hotel, lowering her inhibitions to forbidden levels.

Our tongues moved together as my hands slid over Maria's hips, daring to cup her ass that was pointed right at Morgan. It was intoxicating to be kissing Maria knowing it was foreplay for all three of us.

Maria pulled away from our kissing for a moment and turned her face toward Morgan. "You don't mind, do you sweetie?"

Morgan looked at us with those sparkling blue eyes and softly shook her head 'no' signaling she was a willing observer. Maria smiled and turned her open mouth back to mine.

As my hands worked over Maria's tight denim shorts, Morgan's legs spread open wider and her hand brushed up and down over her smooth inner thighs.

Maria was topless, and I knew with a firm tug I could jerk those shorts down so her body could be completely exposed to Morgan. I eagerly tucked my thumbs between her flesh and shorts and pulled down. Maria wriggled her hips as our tongues played, shedding her shorts right in front of Morgan.

Then Morgan heard something that had to surprise her. Maria, standing naked in front of us, spoke with that voice that was so similar to Morgan's and said, "Do you want to fuck Snow White?"

Maria did not bother to even look in Morgan's direction. She and I knew who she was referring to. I nodded 'yes' with lust.

I could see Morgan over Maria's shoulder. She had one hand under her top, the imprint of the back of her hand pressed against the fabric over her breast. Her other hand was now up between her legs under her skirt. 

Maria gave a sexy glare in Morgan's direction. Then she slithered her naked body against me like a strip-tease dancer on a pole. She worked her hands over my shorts, pressing them in a way to show of the huge bulge of my swollen cock showing through. As my wife fondled me through my shorts, I trembled as I watched Morgan's eyes following our every move.

As I stood facing Morgan, Maria moved behind me and reached her arms around my waist. As she peeked around my shoulder to look at Morgan, she sensually rubbed her hands along my crotch. Morgan nuzzled into the chair and mimicked Maria's movements, working her own hands over her panties in the same way Maria was working on me.

I felt Maria's hands. I watched Morgan's. 

Then I felt Maria unfasten my shorts and slowly pull down my zipper. As she did this, Morgan opened her mouth and deliciously licked her lips as she hiked her skirt up to reveal her sweet, powder-blue panties. 

Maria peeled away my shorts. Morgan pulled her panties to the side.

Maria exposed my full, erect cock. Morgan introduced our eyes to her smooth, pink pussy.

Maria formed her hand around my cock and slowly pumped it, my precum oozing freely. Morgan slid a finger inside her pussy, her wetness glistening and dripping.

As my shorts fell to the ground, I could feel Maria pressed up against my bare ass from behind, her tits firm against my back. She nudged me forward in the direction of Morgan. As we took small steps, Maria quietly again asked me, "Do you want to fuck Snow White?"

This time, Morgan realized who Maria was talking about. Suddenly our sweet, young actress turned a bit shy and blushed. I sensed she was hesitant as she fanned her legs closer together and held her finger still, albeit still inserted inside of her sweet pussy. Her eyes looked away. 

Maria sensed sweet Morgan's hesitancy. She knew that Morgan was curious, but needed a little encouragement. Totally uninhibited although she was completely naked, Maria stepped out from behind me and moved to Morgan's side.

"It's okay, sweetie, we will be gentle." And then she leaned in as if it were nothing uncommon and pressed her lips against Morgan's. I stood there, cock exposed and throbbing, as I watched my wife give a sensual kiss to our little Snow White, right in front of me!




Forbidden Pleasures #02



Morgan melted at Maria's touch. I watched over the next few minutes as Maria worked her charms on Morgan. Eventually, she had slid Morgan's panties completely off and sat in her lap, kissing her sweetly.

Then, Maria turned around, still sitting in Morgan's lap, and tucked her legs behind Morgan's. With her hands, she spread their legs open, giving me an incredible view of both of their pussies, my sweet wife's just over Snow White's. 

Maria then spoke to me in that voice that sounded just like Morgan. "Come here Prince Charming... and fuck US."

I quivered as I heard her utter those words "fuck us" with an absolutely naughty tone. I moved forward and delicately held my cock in my hand as I guided between their legs. 

First I pressed the precum slicked head of my cock between Maria's pussy lips, sliding it up and down a few times. Then I positioned it a few inches lower, and felt the electric connection with Snow White's pussy, so smooth and wet. I slid my cock up and down again.

Then I moved it back up to Maria. The idea that I was mixing their pussy nectar together with my cock was such a rush! I used my hands to move my cock like a paint brush and rubbed it up and down their pussies, feeling my cockhead scoop and share juices from one pussy to the other.

I moved faster and faster, feeling my cock dragging across their slits. I could see and feel Maria's swollen clit on top. Morgan's hands were playing with Maria's tits as Maria reached down and took control of my cock.

"Time to fuck Snow White baby" she said. That's when I felt my wife guide my cock into Morgan's pussy. As I fucked her, my body pushed against Maria. It was like I was fucking Morgan through Maria. It was like Morgan was Maria. It was my chance to really fuck Snow White!

I heard Morgan moaning as Maria neared her own orgasm. The sounds of the two of them feasting on my cock was the final stroke of arousal for me. I felt my balls begin to clench as my cumload erupted through my cock and gushed out against both Morgan and Maria, painting both of their pussies with my hot, creamy, cum. 

As I pulled back and flopped onto the couch next to the chair, I watched as Maria slid off of Morgan's lap and knelt between her knees. Morgan was completely naked too. I smiled as I watched my wife, my naughty, sexy wife, lean in and lick my cum off of Morgan's pussy. 

I remember Morgan saying "Fuck that was naughty, but so good" as I dazed off. When I awoke, Maria had left with Morgan to take her back to her apartment. There was a note in Morgan's handwriting that was on the couch next to me. It read, "Thank-you Prince Charming."

That was the night I fucked Snow White. 



Forbidden Pleasures #03



There are the times when Maria and I play our games in sync, developing an agreed upon strategy that we follow together. Then there are those rare times when either she or I wander off on our own, trying to orchestrate an experience of sexual pleasure that the other one is unaware of, at least in the pre-plan stages.

This was one of those nights when I was working our game without her knowledge. It had started a few hours earlier when I was working on my laptop down at the patio area of our hotel. Maria was out shopping. 

I fielded phone calls on my cell while I worked out some final details on a document. As fate would have it there was a guy sitting nearby who, having overheard bits and pieces of my phone calls, realized that he and I worked in the same field, perhaps were even competitors. He introduced himself as, Bruce.

We politely chatted for a moment or two; work context stuff. Then he asked if I was married. 

"Yep. In fact, she is with me on this trip."

"Oh really?" he said as he quickly glanced around the patio and pool area. 

"She's not here. She's out shopping. Surprise, surprise, eh?" We shared a laugh. "And how about you? Are you married?"

Bruce hung his head and said, "Wife left me for another man about a year ago."

"Oh buddy, sorry to hear that." I felt bad.

"It's alright. I am adjusting. She liked my money; problem is she liked him and his money more."

I nodded as if I understood, even though I had never worried about that angle with Maria. 

"But you know how life is. You have to move on; don't let things get you down. So I am okay for the most part."

I admired his fortitude. I always had a level of respect for people who did not allow the hard knocks of life to knock them out. I smiled as I tried to offer a word of encouragement. "Hey, at least you get to enjoy the pleasures of being a free agent, right?" I winked to punctuate my point.

Bruce laughed. "Yeah, although this free agent needs some action."

"Been a while, eh?"

"Yeah, you could say that. Had a good time with a hottie about a week ago, but I need it more often than that."

I chuckled as I nodded and said, "Oh Bruce, I know what you are talking about."

He smiled and politely said, "So the wife doesn't give it to you enough eh?"

I shook my head. "Nah, actually she and I get it on pretty often. But still, I know what you mean. I need it often... A LOT."

Our conversation quickly engaged on the topic of how often we did it, how we did it, where we did it, and the games Maria and I played. Bruce was eating it up. That's when I took a calculated risk.

"So, Bruce, you ever fingered a pussy without fucking?"

He laughed at the odd question, but then realized I was serious and said, "Not since high school!" We both laughed.

Then I pivoted from the humor of the moment to the naughty edge of an idea. "You up for a chance at that tonight?" 

Bruce quickly shifted from a sense of disbelief to eager willingness as I flipped through a few photos of Maria on my cellphone. "Wow. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but fuck she is hot!"

I spent the next half hour tutoring Bruce on a plan that I was sure would work. I established clear boundaries so that he knew what to expect. He was all in. We ended our meeting and shook hands as we both excitedly headed back to our separate rooms. 

. . . LATER THAT EVENING . . . 

Maria and I enjoyed an enchanting dinner. We had great seats near the stage, enjoying fine food and great music as a local jazz band dazzled. We danced for a while, feeling each other's bodies charged with sexual energy as the music fed our primal desires.

Maria was wearing a slinky dress that fell about mid-thigh with a neckline that dared to show more of her 36c breasts than what might be appropriate in public. I knew she was not wearing panties. So as we danced, it was such a rush to glide my hands over the sheer fabric covering her ass, occasionally pulling off the daring move of slipping my hand underneath and cupping her sweet, bare ass. We kissed. We nuzzled. We enjoyed the pleasures of foreplay to the extent our public limitations would allow. 

"I want you bad, baby" she huffed in my ear as we swayed to the music. I gave her an extra squeeze to let her know the feeling was mutual. 

As I led her out of the restaurant, she giggled and said to me, "I may need to sit on a towel on the ride home."

As I opened the car door for her, I smiled with lusty greed in my eyes as I watched her swish her legs and tease me with a quick view under her dress of her bare pussy glistening with a pre-fuck glaze of nectar. As I walked to my side of the car, I glanced at my watch and smiled at the fact that we were right on time.

Bruce was sitting on the patio. Alone. Excited. He then was instantly energized as he saw Maria and I walking through the lobby towards the elevators. I caught a glimpse of him making his way through the lobby as Maria and I stepped inside the elevator. 

As our elevator made its way up to the 11th floor, my body was engaged with Maria's, kissing and fondling as if it were a farewell moment for a sailor setting out to sea. But my mind was excited by the fact that one of the adjacent elevators was lifting Bruce to the 11th floor as well.

As we stepped out of the elevator, I reached into my coat pocket and removed a scarf I had tucked away. As we approached the door to our room, I playfully brushed it across Maria's face and seductively said, "Let's play a game."

She shivered and nodded, completely surrendering herself to whatever I might be up to. 

I wrapped the scarf around her head so that it served as a blindfold. We stood outside our room for a moment as I took my time making sure it was a secure fit and would hold up to shielding her eyes from any vision at all. As I finished up the final touches, I heard the chime of the adjacent elevator doors opening. I slid my cardkey into the door lock as I spotted Bruce stepping out of the elevator.

Maria giggled as I led her by the hand into our room. We were very slow moving as we crossed the threshold, easing our way into the room and allowing Bruce the time necessary to catch up to us and silently slip inside the door before it closed behind us. 

I flipped on the entry way light, then led Maria to the suite bedroom, slow-dancing our way across the floor. Bruce followed at a safe distance, quietly stepping his way in sync with us. 

As I kissed Maria, I slid my hand up her ass. This time I did not bother with trying to be discreet as we had been on the dance floor. With one hand I hiked her dress up, cupping her ass with the other. As Maria melted to my touch, Bruce's eyes got his first view of her ass. 

Although blindfolded, Maria was none the less eager to enjoy our playful game together. She had no idea about Bruce. 

I slowed my kisses and delicately turned her around so that her back was to me. I snuggled up against her, my slacks pressed against her bare ass as I pulled her dress high enough to allow my arms to wrap around her tummy, knowing that her bare pussy was in full view to Bruce now.

I nuzzled her neck as I moved her in the direction of the big mirror on the wall that ran from the floor to the ceiling. I could see Bruce's reflection in it, his eyes glued to the show that mirror was now giving him. 

As I moved Maria in front of the mirror, I whispered in her ear. "I have you in front of the mirror. I am going to watch your body crave me now."

As I said that, I slid her dress up over her head. She stood naked in front of the mirror, wearing only that blindfold, quivering and craving me.

Bruce moved at that cue, silently making his way next to us. I was grinding my crotch against Maria's completely naked body as my right hand reached around pinched her right nipple. My left hand slithered over her bare pussy, feeling her wetness.

Bruce was facing a huge challenge. As amazing as this experience was, he had to remain completely silent and utterly invisible. No easy feat as he positioned himself just a few feet away from the live view of Maria's hot, married pussy yielding to my probing finger!

I watched over Maria's shoulder as I admired the view in the mirror. I was excited by her. The view of her naked body, blindfolded and submissive. The feel of my finger along those warm, wet folds.

I was also excited by exposing her to Bruce. Her married body dazzling to his eyes. His lust begging to be fed. 

I was even more excited by what Bruce was about to be doing to her! Preparing for the exchange when my slippery finger would slide out of her pussy and his would take its place.

Maria moaned, "Oh Jim, I am your hot little fuck" as she tried to grind her pussy on my finger, inviting it to probe her deeper.

I teasingly pulled out as I said to her, "Does my hot little fuck need a good fingering?" The question made my cock twitch, knowing it had a level of meaning about which Maria had no clue. 

"Oh yes baby, pleeeease finger me good."

That was Bruce's cue. I discreetly nodded at him as I positioned my arm in a way that would allow his to substitute for mine without Maria suspecting the naughty switch. My eyes then locked in on the reflection of her pussy in the mirror.

I watched as Bruce made his move. 

I listened as Maria moaned in pleasure.

I felt Maria's hands reach behind her and fumble with my belt and slacks, working to set my cock free as she felt her pussy fingered deeper than before. Bruce positioned his hand perfectly over her married pussy so that it maintained the same exact angle and position that mine had been. 

Maria had no idea.

As Bruce fingered her, I continued to play with her nipple with my other hand. Then, in a move that was risky but demanded for by my own lust, I moved my hand over Bruce's hand so I could actually feel his finger penetrating my sweet wife's pussy!

Maria rocked her hips and bent her knees in an effort to feel as much pleasure as possible. Bruce was pumping in and out of her, watching his finger disappear inside of then reappear out of her pussy. 

I spoke, "Cum baby, cum to me!" Maria moaned at my prompt and rode his finger even harder. Bruce was completely loving it, fingering her like it was his very first time. 

"I am watching you baby, watching your pussy chase that Big O." Maria again moaned as her mind filled in the blanks that her blindfolded eyes left dark. She envisioned her own pussy reflected in the mirror, my eyes watching finger and pussy in concert.

Finally, she reached that moment that I so loved to see. Her face flush, her pussy folds swollen, her hips gyrating, her mouth wide open and moaning. And there in the mirror, I watched the reflection of Bruce fingering Maria to orgasm!

As Maria slumped against me, her orgasm momentarily draining her body of energy, Bruce pulled out. He moved away. He pulled down on his sweats and coated his cock with her juices smeared all over his fingers. It was a truly naughty moment. I truly inspirational, naughty moment.

I hummed in Maria's ear, "You wanna suck before we fuck?"

Bruce's eyes lit up as he immediately understand the meaning behind my question.

Maria moaned yes. 

I guided her to her knees and said to her. "Let me get it ready for you baby." I moved quickly back just a step and gave Bruce room to stand between me and Maria. His cock rock hard and extended right at her face. He leaned forward, his cockhead brushing against her mouth.

What I watched was nothing short of amazing, as Maria gobbled up his cock and sucked him like there was no tomorrow, all the time taking his cock for mine. It was a stroke of luck that our cocks were so similar. 

I moaned as he face fucked her; Bruce and I working together as if we had done this before. Then, he pulled out and shot his load on her tits, splashing her with a load that revealed that it indeed had been too long between cum shots for Bruce!

He and I managed to execute the secret escape plan, him slipping out the door as I maneuvered Maria to the bed. The last thing he heard as he stepped out our door, his cock no doubt still dripping inside his sweats, were the sounds of Maria begging me to eat her before I fucked her. 

I am sure he was tempted to take up that activity as well. But he knew better. Mission accomplished. He left. I ate. We fucked. 

Another successful game!



Forbidden Pleasures



Hi, my name is Jake and I want to tell you about the most interesting night of my life to date! I was 21, and the night started out like any of the thousands that had gone before it! I was bored…

I had been watching my TV in the darkness of my room till it was starting to get quite late. I stood (intending to go and switch off the TV), stretched and looked out of my window…

I live in a quiet area in the "better" end of town, you know, a small suburban area – more of a close than a true street – our house overlooked those opposite us and sometimes you could clearly see into the rooms of them!

On this particular night that was what happened! I was stretching, the light from the TV barely lighting the area around me when my eye was drawn to the window of the house opposite us. It was the house of this rather hot babe from my college, Kimberly - she was a couple of years below me and had this equally hot exchange student staying with her.

Now Kimmy, as she was known by her friends, was your typical leggy blonde cheerleader type… Skin like silk, eyes that sparkled with mischief more often than malice, and the type of lips that were plump and soft – perfect for nibbling teasingly while you kissed her – and yeah, incase you hadn't guessed - I was smitten. Sadly, I was hardly her type, I was the classic "boy next door" the sort you could befriend but not "boyfriend material".

Don't get me wrong, you could hardly accuse me of being ugly, but I was more "homely" than "jock" – I carried a couple of extra pounds that weren't exactly solid muscle, and my features were a little too rugged. I had asked her to the bowling alley a few times now and although she didn't openly laugh in my face, you could see the pity in her eyes as she gently told me she had "other plans" – yeah, "other plans" how many times have I heard that one over the years… "I am really sorry Jake, would love to but I really have to wash my dog!" – You would think that I would learn one day and stop humiliating myself...

Now enough self pity and back to that night!

Kimmy was in her room, with the exchange student, I believe that she was called Mia; she was a pretty little oriental lass, petite, almost delicate – like some freshly opened flower in the first rays of dawn.

They were sitting watching TV on Kimmy's bed; they both looked adorable in towelling PJ's with their hair a little damp – obviously fresh from the shower. I knew that Kimmy's parents were away for the weekend – they spent most weekends in the country with Mrs Henderson's elderly mother.

I couldn't quite see the TV, so didn't know what they were watching but they were wide eyed and giggled a lot. Then all of a sudden Mia leaned towards Kimmy and whispered something and stroked her hair. Kimmy looked a little startled but considered what had been said and nodded – looked back to the TV and smiled then nodded again, seeming more sure this time.

I was entranced by Kimmy as always, and walked over to the desk that was below my window and sat on the edge of it, curious to know what was going to happen. I reasoned with myself that I really shouldn't be sat here watching them like this, that it was "impolite" of me; but somehow I just couldn't stop myself.

You can probably imagine my shock when the oriental babe started to undo the buttons of Kimmy's top, exposing pert breasts. The nipples were hard whether with anticipation or cold I will never know, but they stood proud and puckered. Kimmy closed her eyes and lent her head back against the wall as the oriental girl bent her head to lightly kiss one of her breasts.

Though they hadn't done much, I could feel my cock growing against the confines of my jeans… the pressure was bliss… I moaned softly and still could not tear my eyes from the illicit scene before me – I gently rubbed along the length of my cock through the material adding to the fantastic pressure.

Kimmy ran her hands through the short black hair on Mia's head. She appeared to sigh, and arched her back a little, forcing the girl to take more of her creamy breast into her mouth. Mia's hands ran softly over Kimmy's belly, and then up to circle her other breast – lightly pinching the nipple.

Kimmy opened her eyes and gently pushed Mia up, she changed position and then undid the buttons of Mia's top and slid it off her shoulders; she, and I from the darkness of my room, drank in the sight of her coffee coloured skin, the large dark nipples taut for her inspection. 

Kimmy hesitantly reached for one of the small but perfectly formed breasts, gently running her fingers in small spirals over the skin. She appeared to get braver as she leaned closer and kissed Mia gently on the mouth, shyly to start with but with more and more ardour.

Mia broke the kiss and smiled. She lent back on the bed and wriggled out of her towelling trousers, revealing another perfectly formed mound to Kimmy's bewildered but delighted eyes – this one covered with a fine down of black hair.

Mia's expert fingers stroked the fine hair before delving lower into her sex. Kimmy slipped her hands under the waist band of her own trousers – still not seeming confident enough to play with herself openly in front of someone else – though from the way her hand moved under the material her body was very familiar terrain.

By now my cock was twitching with excitement, I slowly undid my jeans to relieve some of the pressure that was building before it became unbearable and gently caressed the smooth skin, shuddering slightly as little shocks ran through my body – trying to imagine how it would feel to have one of the beauties I was watching hold me so intimately.

Mia was squirming with delight as her fingers moved in a slow rhythm over her moist flesh, she grasped Kimmy's wrist and guided her hand to her pussy, encouraging her to stroke the flesh for her. So there was Kimmy with one hand caressing her own sex while the other hesitantly caressed Mia. 

Mia arched her back trying to encourage Kimmy to delve deeper into her, Kimmy's slim fingers disappeared from view within the folds of Mia's soft body. As she stroked Mia with regular movements, Mia tensed, and arched her back so that most of her body was off of the bed – at this moment Kimmy stuck her fingers deep into the moist flesh before her, she was panting hard and licked her lips with rapid little motions of her blissfully pink tongue. 

As Mia relaxed she stroked Kimmy's wrist, she appeared to be saying something to Kimmy and in response Kimmy shuddered and nodded, closing her eyes. Mia moved and reached for Kimmy's trousers – gently tugging them lower and eventually off altogether. Kimmy wasn't wearing any underwear either. Mia leant forward and lightly kissed Kimmy's lips, then pulled back and kissed down her stomach heading for the soft mound of flesh which (my god) was completely devoid of hair!

I groaned deep in my throat and tugged my shaft a little harder, wanting really badly to cum but not wanting to drag my attention away from this play before me. I shuddered and grasped the base of my cock more tightly – a little trick I had learned that had spared my sheets many a time. I fondled my bollocks till the pressure eased enough for me to start a slow but steady rhythm on my throbbing cock again.

By this time Mia was gently kissing Kimmy's mound, her little pink tongue flicking mischievously over Kimmy's clit making Kimmy spasm with pleasure. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her cheeks were rosy with the pleasure she was obviously receiving from Mia's administrations. Mia's eyes were fixed on Kimmy's face, her eyes sparkled with a mixture of lust and affection – I was amazed but strangely honoured that I had "front row" seats for this little display. 

The pressure was building again and the tip of my cock was throbbing like it would explode at any second, the tiny slit winking at me with every tug of my hand and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Oh man I wish I could be fucking one (or both) of those little beauties in the house opposite. 

I toyed with the idea, very briefly, of going over there, knocking on the door and showing them what their display had done to me and demand gratification for it – in my fantasy they welcomed me in with warm smiles, their lips still moist and their scent wafting over me, leading me to the very bed they were laying on now as I dreamt, laying me down while Mia pleaded with me to lick her while Kimmy sucked my cock till I came. 

My imagination has always been a very good one, and on this occasion it was a little too good – I couldn't help the swelling of my cock as it pumped my seed into my hand, I gasp and shook, trying to control the tremors that sped through my body. I pulled my eyes back to the window and tried to steady my breathing a little as I watched Mia pick up the pace on Kimmy's writhing form.

Kimmy had reached down at some point while I had been distracted and wrapped her fingers in Mia's hair, not roughly but tight enough to make sure that Mia didn't lift her head very far till she had fulfilled Kimmy's desires. Mia didn't seem to object to this at all and had in fact slipped her hand up under her body so that she could slip a finger or two into Kimmy's flesh while she sucked and nibbled her clit. 

I could tell that this combined assault on her flesh had Kimmy on the brink of an explosive orgasm; she writhed and moaned against her pillows – her hips moving in rhythm to Mia's tongue so that she was fucking the other girls tongue. Mia patiently coaxed Kimmy closer and closer, never rushing her, letting Kimmy decide the pace and pressure she needed to bring her to climax. 

Some minutes later Kimmy tensed and trembled, gently releasing her grip on Mia's hair so that she could lift her head a little. Mia rolled to one side and curled against Kimmy's hip, her slight fingers still stroking a slow rhythm inside Kimmy's trembling flesh. As she lay there Kimmy stroked her hair and seemed to murmur something to the other girl. Mia replied with a breathtaking smile and leant up to kiss Kimmy warmly and her hand slowly stroked up Kimmy's body to rest at the base of her neck. 

They remained curled together for a few minutes till their flesh had stop trembling, then Kimmy gracefully rolled to the edge of the bed and stood, stretched (much the same way I had earlier) and walked, still naked to the window – I froze, fearful of being discovered with my stomach glistening softly in the light of the TV with my drying cum, and my now sagging cock in my hand still, as she reached for the curtains…

She smiled and seemed to look straight at me before pulling the material together, my mind raced, had they known all along that I was there watching, and what I had been doing? I couldn't be sure but that smile had been kind of knowing – she did not look as if she minded if she did know I was there, and she had looked straight into my eyes…

I tried to reason that the light from the TV was dim and certainly not enough to have given me away, but somehow I could not quite forget the mischief glowing in her eyes. I stood reached for an old towel that needed a wash anyway and cleaned myself up as I contemplated what I would do or say if I bumped into either Kimmy or Mia at college in the next few days, then tossing the towel back onto the floor I stripped and added my clothes to the pile – turning I walked naked to my TV and turned off the mains before climbing into my bed and dreaming the night away of two exquisite beauties fulfilling my every desire.



Forbidden Pleasures



I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. The thin cotton of my panties was all that separated his hard cock from my ass. He fit behind me perfectly and I don't think he had any idea who he was pressed so tightly against, and right this minute I didn't care either. I should have cared, but liquor has a way or erasing our common sense and loosening our inhibitions. I am ashamed to admit it, but I was drunk and I was horny and right now, any man would do.

I wiggled and rubbed myself against him, feeling his cock surge against my ass. His hand slipped up to my hip and caressed the skin there, making me tingle inside. 'I want to fuck him, but I never can' I thought. Still that thought didn't stop me from teasing him and arousing him further. My body did not care what my mind thought, my body craved his. I pulled his hand up to cup my breast and heard his gasp of lust in my ear as I showed him just how to touch my breasts to arouse me and make my nipples stand firm and stiff.

With each stroke his finger made my lust grew, the cotton of my panties was growing wet now. I wanted more, so I rolled to face him and kissed him. A jolt of passion ripped through me and I knew that soon I would be lost. Still that nagging thought held in the back of my mind 'we can't fuck, no matter what.' My tongue drove deep into his mouth exploring places it never should have known. My hands touched his chest, the same chest that I had watched as a child, grow and mature. It was no longer awkward and skinny, no my fingers told me he was definitely a man now. 

I pressed my breasts against his chest, feeling the prickly hair against my softness. The sensation was only inflaming my lusts further. My hands skimmed over his nipples, which were now as stiff as his cock. I felt him stiffen so I stopped. "No, touch me, please" he said. I said nothing and resumed my soft caresses; I did not want him to know who he was in bed with. I was afraid he would stop and worse that he would hate me. I touched him and felt his cock surge towards me. 

I pushed his head down to my aching breasts and he greedily sucked upon them. My god, it felt so good and I didn't care if he marked my flesh. I was close to an orgasm now; I knew soon that my panties would become flooded with my juices. I pulled his hand down to my pussy and the minute his hand touched me I came, flooding the thin material and his hand. I moaned with pleasure and when he heard my voice he stiffened. "Melissa?"

"Don't stop, you need release too." 

"We can't do this, it's wrong. You know where it will lead."

"Kyle, we can never fuck, but we can masturbate together, can't we? I know it's not quite right either, but it felt so good."

"Oh my god," he groaned. "You have no idea how many times I have fantasized about something like this."

"Oh, I think I do, why else would you have been peeking in my room or trying to catch me in the shower when we were growing up?" Yes Kyle is my brother, he is four years younger than I and never in a million years would I have guessed that I would have lusted after him like this. I had not seen Kyle in two years; he had changed quite a lot in those two years, now he was a striking, muscular and handsome twenty two year old man. 

We had kept in touch, and he had suggested I stay with him on my trip. I agreed but as luck had it we had spent little time catching up. A bachelor party for him and a visit with some old school friends in a bar for me had led us to share the same bed. It was not intentional either, he offered me the bedroom and he was going to sleep on the couch, and obviously he forgot I was in his bed tonight, but I really didn't mind so much right now. I always slept in a pair of cotton panties and obviously he wore nothing to bed. 

Kyle rolled over and flicked on the bedside lamp. I squinted from the light, but for the first time in his life I let him look at my body. I could see he liked what he saw and he wanted to touch me, but he also knew this was wrong. I pulled his hand to my breast and that was all it took. "Wait, Kyle ..."

"I knew you would change your mind." He said pulling away. I grabbed him and pulled him back to me.

"No I didn't, listen, we can do everything BUT fuck. Do you hear what I am saying?"

His face broke out in a huge grin "I hear you Mel, and I want to fuck you, but you are right, we can never fuck, as for anything else ..." he kissed me, hard. "Can I take those damned panties off?"

I thought about this, I wanted them off, real bad, but I knew if we had no barrier between ourselves ... well I knew we would break the no fucking rule in about ten seconds. "No, they stay on." 

"Aww Mel, can't you take them off so I can see your pussy, and touch it, please, I want to eat it. So bad" His eyes were huge, his lust burning brightly.

My god, I wanted him to eat my pussy, bad, but should I? It was not fucking, but it was a form of sex. But then, so was masturbation. My pussy tingled and my skin itched for his touch. He was smiling, knowing I was going to relent and let him do it.

"Only if you put your boxers on when my panties are off."

"What? What the hell for? Are you kidding me Mel? Don't you trust me?"

"No and I don't trust me either. If you want to see what's under my panties, put your boxers back on." I spread my legs letting him see the soaked material and I knew that he could see through it, just enough to tease. I smiled, getting even for the smile he showed me earlier.

He groaned and jumped out of bed and grabbed his boxers from the floor and shoved them on as I pulled my soaked panties down my thigh; I could feel the wet material as it slid down my thighs and I wondered how much he liked what he was finally allowed to see. I was nervous and I knew this was wrong, but it exciting me to expose myself to him, the one I should never have allowed access to my most intimate places.

His eyes were glued to my pussy and I spread my legs letting him look at me. I didn't feel embarrassed or shy by the fact that it was my brother looking and touching me didn't matter at all. "My god Mel, you're even more beautiful that I imagined you were." His hands gripped my hips pulling me towards his mouth as his tongue drove deep into me. He was not gentle with me and I did not want him to be gentle. I pushed my pussy into his face as he greedily sucked my clit. I reached another orgasm, flooding his face with my juices. 

He licked me clean and slipped his fingers inside of me. I wanted to say no, but I could not. I needed him; I needed him to fuck me, hard, fast and now. His tongue began to suck my clit once more as his finger explored my juicy pussy. It was heaven, if only we had known what fun we could have had as we were growing up! He pulled his finger from me "No... don't...please, keep fucking me." I begged him.

"MMMM, Mel your wish is my desire" he said. He sucked my juices from his finger and licked his entire hand. His head returned to my pussy licking and teasing me as his finger slipped back inside, then two fingers slipped inside of my pussy and a third slipped up my ass. I came as soon as his finger entered my ass. 

"Oh, yes Kyle, that feels so good, fuck me, fuck your sister, give it to me like you always wanted to." His fingers increased their pace and he fucked me with his hand as hard as he could. Until I came so hard that I flooded the bed and was limp. He looked up at me and smiled. We were not finished yet however. His cock was still rock hard and he needed release. He stroked my breasts and sucked upon them until I recovered from my orgasm. I could feel him rubbing against my thigh, and I wanted to feel his bare cock against me.

No, that could not happen. He felt so good on me and we fit together so perfectly. But we both knew it was wrong to fuck one another. And then it happened, so quick I never even knew it. His cock was deep within me, moving back and forth, surging and pulsing inside. I knew I should push him away, but my body screamed 'no, let him fuck you, you both want it, just this once.' I guess I am bad; I did push him off of me, but not to stop, to yank those god damned boxers off. As soon as the boxers were flung away he jumped on me and we resumed our fuckfest.

It happened more than once that night, and I am ashamed to say, it is still going on. I don't feel bad and I know it's wrong, but we can't seem to leave one another alone. Every family function we slip away for a good old fuck session. We both know it's wrong to have sex with one another and perhaps that is the allure of our affair. Neither of us feels guilt, but we do feel fear, the fear of being caught. 



Forbidden Pleasures



I could tell immediately that Carol had something on her mind when I got home from work. As we sat sipping our pre-dinner drinks she finally unburdened herself.

"Margaret rang today. She wants to come and stay for a few days. Do you mind?"

"So long as she's not going to go over the circumstances of her divorce yet again," I replied. Margaret was Carol's older sister and she had been involved in a rather acrimonious divorce six months ago.

"No, I think she's over that now," my wife replied. "Actually she's just bought a couple of new dresses which she wants me to alter for her."

"Oh, she's getting ready to put herself about again is she?" I queried.

"'Don't be unkind David she's been through a very tough time."

Actually, I didn't really mind at all. Margaret is a very delectable blonde, a slightly older version of my wife and the prospect of squiring the two of them was rather appealing.

"Actually darling, there is something else," Carol purred in the seductive tone she adopts when she wants me to put myself out. "Her car's broken down. Would you be an absolute dear and pick her up?"

"Why can't she come on the train?" I asked.

"I told you, she's bringing a couple of dresses for alteration and she doesn't want to crumple them up in a suitcase."

****

A few days later I found myself driving down the motorway with my sister sitting beside me and her dresses spread out on the back seat. We chatted for a while and then she reclined her seat and closed her eyes. Like many a man, I suspect, I have occasionally indulged in speculative fantasies about my sister-in-law's sex life. It has never progressed beyond an occasional brotherly kiss and cuddle but I confess to having sometimes contemplated the possibility of going further, particularly now that she was divorced. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs revealing a seductive flash of thigh and stocking top. It almost felt like she was lying in bed next to me. I drove steadily on, sneaking occasional glances at her thighs. Her breasts moved gently beneath her clothing as she breathed in and out. My growing erection was beginning to make my crotch feel rather uncomfortable. I cautiously unzipped my flies and manoeuvred my cock into a more comfortable position so that it could expand more readily. As I did so Margaret suddenly opened her eyes. I hastily zipped up and put my hand back on the steering wheel but the bulge in my trousers must have been obvious. She glanced at me, moved her seat back into the upright position and adjusted her dress. 

"I'm glad to see you don't wear those awful tights; they are real passion killers," I said, trying to diffuse the mutual embarrassment.

"You're supposed to be driving, not looking at my legs," she smiled, but it was clear that she was not displeased by my attention. 

That evening after much sisterly chat over dinner, Margaret produced her new dresses for Carol's expert attention while I retired behind a newspaper. At some stage Margaret left the room to put on one of her dresses. When she returned; Carol busied her self with pins and tape measure. Eventually they were both satisfied. 

"OK Margaret you can take the dress off now, I'll sew it up in the morning."

Quite forgetting that I was sitting there Margaret removed her dress giving me a delightful view of her lingerie before leaving the room to dress again. 

Later that night, in bed, I snuggled up close to my wife.

"I see your sister keeps herself in very good shape," I whispered.

"Yes, I noticed you eyeing her up and I assume that's what's giving you an erection now!" Carol allowed me to remove her nightdress.

"But it's you I'm going to fuck isn't it? I murmured as I fondled her breasts.

"Well, no actually, I'm going to fuck you," she said decisively, as she flung back the bedclothes and straddled me. 

Her movements as she wriggled herself into position before lowering herself onto my cock were a delight to watch. As she rode up and down I squeezed and kissed her tits. Soon she was gasping and sighing as I felt the tell tale spasms in her vagina which was the signal for me to erupt with orgasmic pleasure.

Next morning I woke early and went downstairs to make an early morning cup of tea for everyone. After taking a cup to Carol I knocked on Margaret's door and silently entered the room. She was half awake and as I approached she pushed herself into a sitting position which had the unexpected but delightful effect of pulling her nightdress off her shoulders and thus revealing rather more of her breasts than I would normally expect to see. 

"Good morning Margaret, what a very stimulating sight," I joked, kissing her gently on the cheek. 

It required a superhuman effort on my part to refrain from touching her breasts before she casually slipped them back inside her nightdress. I sat on the side of the bed and watched her sipping her tea and wondered if she was aware of the growing erection under my robe. She smiled and very casually placed her hand over the evident bulge. 

"I think your John Thomas is in need of a little exercise isn't he?"

I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips and at the same time began to gently fondle her breasts through her nightdress. Her hand slid inside my robe and gently caressed my cock. I pulled aside the bedclothes and began to slide my hand up her legs. 

"No David!" she ordered firmly and quickly released my excited member.

"OK" I conceded, "but please let me have another look at your beautiful tits." She pulled the bedclothes back up.

"Alright, but only look, don't touch," she instructed. I nodded in agreement. 

As I watched she slipped her arms out of her nightdress and pulled it down so that her breasts were fully exposed. I exclaimed with a mixture of admiration and lust. The size, variety and shape of women's breasts are a constant source of wonderment and delight to me. I allowed my dressing gown to fall open so that she could see the extent of my arousal.

"My cock really does need a workout now." I pleaded. She smiled impishly.

"I suppose I can't really send you back to Carol like that can I? Hand me that jar of hand cream on the dressing table." I did as I was asked and watched as she unscrewed the jar and scooped out liberal portion of lotion. 

"Come a bit closer and don't say a word," she whispered. 

Delicately she applied the cream to my cock which was so stiff it hurt. Margaret may have been divorced for some time but she hadn't forgotten how to play with a man's sexual organ. I sighed with pleasure as she alternately squeezed and rubbed my member. Neither of us spoke but it was utter bliss for me as she deftly and expertly tossed me off. It took only a few seconds for me to reach climax. Gasping with pleasure I ejaculated all over her breasts. She release hold of me and looked down at the semen trickling down her breasts. 

"I'd quite forgotten what messy creatures you men are," she said, as she wiped her hands on my robe.

"Perhaps you would like me to remind you what it feels like to be fucked by a man?" I suggested softly.

"I think you'd better go before Carol starts wondering where you are," Margaret said. She got out of bed with her sticky breasts still exposed. 

"OK, I'll go; but can I see you naked?" I ventured, more in hope than expectation. 

Margaret sighed and allowed her nightdress to fall to the floor. I stared in amazement. Although she was the wrong side of forty she still had a magnificent well proportioned body which began to cause lustful stirrings in my loins again.

"Now David darling, please fuck off," she commanded, "I want to take a shower."

Reluctantly I fastened my robe and returned to our bedroom. Fortunately Carol had dozed off to sleep again and she didn't stir when I slipped into bed beside her.

Later that morning after breakfast the girls took themselves off to London for some shopping. When they returned in the early evening I detected a subtle change in the atmosphere. I had the feeling they were up to something. Eventually I dismissed it as just girly things and sisterly secrets. I could see from their various bags that they had been buying lingerie, very expensive lingerie; not the cheap tarty type that I normally buy; ostensibly for Carol, but actually for my own personal gratification and stimulation.

Later we went out for a meal at the local pub which was a short stroll down the road. The talk turned to their shopping spree and I enquired if they were going to model their purchases for me. This provoked a bout of whispering and giggling from the two of them. We returned home in a very relaxed state as a consequence of the substantial amount of wine we had consumed. 

For some reason Carol decided she needed to work on Margaret's second dress. This time I just sat in my chair and watched as the dress was tweaked and adjusted until both sisters were satisfied. When the time came for Margaret to remove her dress Carol asked her to wait while she got out her sewing machine to complete the job. Margaret sat in her chair in her underwear while Carol sewed away. Without any pretence I stared directly at her taking in the delightful contours of her body. Our eyes met and she instantly read the lust in my gaze. She got up and sauntered over to watch Carol at work giving me a very provocative view of her rear. Soon the sewing was complete and she slipped the dress on once more. My opinion was canvassed and I naturally assured them the dress was perfect. 

"You must be the same size as Margaret, why don't you try on the dress?" I suggested to Carol. 

Having seen Margaret naked that morning I was quite sure of their similarity. The girls needed no further encouragement and during the hiatus both sisters were briefly standing there in their underwear before Carol assumed the dress. 

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"Well, what do you think?" Carol asked. There was a short pause.

"Actually," I said. "I think you both look much better in your underwear."

There was general laughter at my risqué remark.

"A typical man's reply," my wife remarked as she removed the dress.

"Well, come on then, are you going to show me your new underwear?" I persisted. Carol looked at Margaret.

"On one condition," Carol said. "You already pay for my underwear one way and another but if you expect Margaret to model for you, you have to pay for hers as well."

"Alright, I agree," I said eagerly.

As the two sisters departed upstairs a further bout of giggling broke out. I waited for what seemed an age before finally I heard the sound of footsteps coming down stairs. 

What a wonderful spectacle they presented as they entered the room. The sisters were dressed in identical bras, bikini briefs, suspenders, stockings and teddies. Carol's ensemble was predominately pale orange while Margaret's was beige. The suspender belts were the eight-strap variety which produced a taut even tension on their sheer black stockings and provided a visual delight curving down their hips towards the top of their stockings and perfectly framing their centres of pleasure and provoking my urgent desire to fuck them both. I noticed that they had both threaded the suspender straps through their knickers leading to the exciting prospect that they might soon remove them. Up above it was possible to discern the outline of half-cup bras beneath semi-transparent teddies lifting and projecting their magnificent breasts. After provoking me outrageously the two girls disappointingly retreated upstairs, leaving me to lock up and turn out the lights. 

When I reached the bedroom Carol was sitting at her dressing table still wearing her delectable underwear. I quickly undressed and stood close behind her in a rampant state.

"Watch where you poke your cock!" she warned. "I don't want semen stains on my beautiful new lingerie."

She turned round and stood up. I watched her slip her teddy over her head and then unclip her bra to release her beautiful breasts. I knelt down and slid her knickers to the floor and kissed her exposed her pudenda. I began to play with my cock. 

"Leave your stockings and suspenders on," I urged. "You know I love to fuck you that way." 

"Are you sure it's me you want to fuck?" she asked jokingly. I pushed her down onto the bed and got on top of her.

"Actually I'd rather like to fuck you both," I replied, as I eased my member inside her. 

"No surprise there then," Carol gasped. "Margaret told me what a mess you made when you came all over her breasts this morning."

There was no point dissembling, Margaret had clearly confided all to her sister. By now we were both fully engaged and aroused and I knew I could say and do whatever I liked.

"Actually, if you don't mind, I'll go and fuck her when I've had you," I murmured.

"Well if you'll just get off me for a minute, I'll go and see if she would like to join us," Carol said, to my utter delight.

It was beginning to dawn on me that this whole episode had been carefully orchestrated by the two sisters. Carol left the room and I followed her en-route to the bathroom where my emergency Viagra tablets were kept. I normally have no need of artificial stimulation but I had never before been called upon to service two women in the same bed. I swallowed a medium strength tablet and returned to the bedroom where Carol was now accompanied by her sister who was also wearing stockings, suspenders and high-heel shoes. They were sitting on the bed in identical poses with one knee bent and legs parted. Absolute paradise! 

I climbed on the bed and knelt down between them. I slid my hands along their thighs feeling the delicious texture of their stockings. The stockings came to an end just a few inches from juicy seductive bliss. Using both hands I began to gently probe their vaginal orifices. The giggling stopped as they spread their legs wider and gently sighed and moaned with pleasure at my touch.

"So which one of you sexy bitches want to be my first fuck?" I enquired.

"Well Margaret is our guest darling," Carol said, "and she hasn't had a man for some time."

I positioned myself between Margaret's legs and eased my cock up inside her. She sighed with pleasure. While Carol lay back and watched, I fucked Margaret steadily for nearly ten minutes until she came gasping and crying to climax. I remained lying on top of her while my erection faded; then, gently withdrew.

"That was lovely Margaret, thanks very much," I said, before sliding off the end of the bed and coming round to the side where Carol was waiting. 

I knelt down on the floor and parted Carol's legs in preparation for cunnilingus. In truth I think she prefers my tongue to my prick. I was soon engrossed in licking her juicy quim until ten minutes later she moaned gently and pushed me aside. By now my erection had returned so I instructed Margaret to get off the bed and bend forward in front of the dressing table mirror. I entered her from behind and had the pleasure of watching myself fucking her while Carol looked on from the bed. Afterwards we all three lay down on the bed relaxed in the catharsis of sated lust. Sandwiched in close proximity between the two gorgeous sisters my cock soon stiffened again. 

"Alright girls, I think it's my turn for a treat. Come and dangle your beautiful tits over me and play with my cock," I commanded. 

I kissed and fondled their delicious orbs while the girls licked and massaged my rigid rod. I was getting near to climax.

"Which of you darling girls is going to let me 'cum' on her face?" I gasped.

Margaret looked doubtful; I don't know if fellatio had been a part of her marriage. Fortunately Carol leaned over me just as my cock started erupting. Margaret watched in amazement as I decorated Carol's face and mouth with my white juices. 

"Do you often do that?" Margaret enquired of her sister. 

"Oh yes men love it. Didn't you do it for George?" her sister replied. Margaret pulled a face.

"Oh no, I could never do anything like that."

"Well George must have pleasured you with his tongue?" I suggested. Margaret shook her head. I was beginning to see why they had separated. 

"You don't know what you've been missing. Lie down on the bed and I'll show you."

Nervously Margaret arranged herself on the bed and allowed me to part her legs. I poked my fingers gently inside her. She still felt juicy and warm. I began to caress her vagina with my tongue and nose plunging ever deeper within her. Her sexual juices flooded out over my face in confirmation of her pleasure. There was almost total silence apart from faint whimpering sighs of pleasure as Margaret's orgasmic spasms began to build up. The volume of Margaret's cries rose to an ecstatic screaming climax in a clear endorsement of the efficacy of cunnilingus. 

Fortified by Viagra my erection remained rock hard. I could tell from the look in Carol's eyes that she was still feeling horny. I rolled her over on her back and gave her a good hard shag to complete our orgiastic evening.

****

Next morning Margaret said goodbye to her sister before we started on the drive back to her home in the Midlands. It had been agreed that the three of us would spend our summer holiday together in Corfu at a small villa Carol and I had stayed at before. I have always found the combination of sea, sun and sand a very potent aphrodisiac and the added presence of Margaret would provide further sexual stimulation. I was clearly going to have a very enjoyable time! 

As we set off, no mention was made of the previous sexually charged evening but the atmosphere was relaxed and friendly. Margaret settled in her seat and reclined the back.

"Do I get to see your lovely legs again?" I enquired.

"Really David don't you ever think about anything else but sex!" she retorted, but never-the-less pulled up her skirt so I could see her stocking tops. Almost immediately however, she covered her legs again.

"That was a very quick flash," I protested.

"If I leave my skirt pulled up it will get creased," she said by way of explanation.

"Well why not take it off altogether," I suggested. Margaret looked at me intently to see if I was joking.

"All right," she said finally and deftly released the waistband catch before wriggling the skirt to the floor, picking it up and placing it carefully on the back seat.

"Do you know what would really make my day?" I asked.

"David; what now!" she said with mild exasperation.

"Why don't you open your blouse and take your bra off, I'd love to see your lovely breasts again?"

"David! You'll get us arrested or killed. You should have your eyes on the road not me." 

We drove on for a few miles in silence. I could tell that she was still thinking about my suggestion. She began to undo the buttons on her blouse then unclipped her bra before removing it completely through one of the armholes of her blouse. I reached over and gave her right breast a little squeeze before letting my hand slide down and rest on the crotch area of her knickers. After a few hundred yards I slid my hand inside the flimsy material and began to tweak her vaginal orifice. Almost immediately her sexual juices began to flow. 

"If you take your knickers off I can give you a proper finger fuck," I suggested. 

By now Margaret was in a state of active sexual arousal and quickly slipped her knickers off without further complaint. We drove along in silence for at least an hour while I probed and rubbed her interior; occasionally removing my hand when I needed to change gear or turn the steering wheel. Eventually Margaret sighed and gently pushed my hand away. 

"Christ David, why do you encourage me to behave so badly? You realise I'll have to tell Carol about this?"

I left the questions unanswered as we completed the last few miles of the journey. By the time we reached her home Margaret had managed to put her skirt back on and fasten her blouse. I was glad to see that she didn't bother about her underwear.




Forbidden Pleasures



I carried Margaret's bags into the house then paused in anticipation of being invited in for further sexual activity; but I was mistaken.

"No David, you can't come in," Margaret said firmly. 

"But I want to fuck you," I protested.

"I'm sorry; you can't," she said. "Not unless Carol is here to approve it. You'll have to wait for our summer holiday."

"It's good bye then." There was a pause and we moved together in a gentle embrace.

"I really enjoyed our weekend David, thank you both so very much."

"Until the summer then," I said, as I started to walk back to the car, "when I'll teach you how to swallow my 'cum'." 

I quickly got in the car and reversed off the drive. As I drove away I noticed that Margaret was smiling.

© Gerald Cheshire 2009