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An Evening to Remember

By: receptive2



One night while at the local bar the wife and I extended an invitation once again to the barmaid to join us in our Jacuzzi for drinks after she got off work and to our astonishment she said she would love to come out and join us.

She wanted to know if we were going to be in it tonight and we told her that if she wanted to come out we definitely would be.

She asked if she should bring anything out and we told her just her birthday suit, a smile and an open mind.

She giggled and said it sounded interesting and we told her it could get real interesting before the night was over.

The wife and I left the bar at closing time and told Emmy we would see her as soon as she got done cleaning the bar and made it out.

When Emmy arrived the wife took her upstairs to our bathroom so they could get into their birthday suits and I told them I would get the Jacuzzi ready.

While they were in the bathroom getting ready I went ahead and stripped off and took the cooler out with me.

Within a minute or so my wife and Emmy came out wrapped in large towels and I couldn't wait for them to take them off revealing those beautiful bodies.

They took their towels off and put them in one of the deck chairs and headed for the Jacuzzi.

It was winter time and quite cold outside so their nipples were hard as could be and although I wasn't cold the sight of these girls was starting to make parts of me hard.

They slipped into the Jacuzzi and it was quite a sight to see the beautiful flesh slowly disappear under the water.

Once they had become accustomed to the hot water they were ready for a drink, which I retrieved for them.

I made them get their own drinks from that point forward, not because I'm not a gentleman but I loved to watch them raise up out of the water with moonlight reflecting off their glistening wet bodies and hard nipples from the cold night air.

When they would lean over to get into the cooler those beautiful asses would stick up in the air and you could see those sweet pussy lips peaking out at you and it was driving me wild.

We had been in there about an hour and feeling a little giddy from the alcohol and were talking about almost everything under the sun when I asked Emmy just how big that kinky streak was that she has.

Leave it to me to turn the conversation to a sexual nature but that's how you learn things.

She never would tell me before when I asked her but I guess the alcohol and the present situation prompted her and she said it might be bigger than we could handle.

I just laughed and said we'll see about that and the wife said that sounded like a challenge.

I then asked if anyone wanted to play a game and they both wanted to know what it was and I told them it was a naughty guessing game.

Although they weren't quite sure they inquired as to how to play this game and I told them that our guest would be the first participant since she was the guest and we should extend all cordialities to her.

I told them that the person that was doing the guessing would be blindfolded and sit up out of the water on the edge of the Jacuzzi and the other two people could touch, kiss or lick any part of the blindfolded persons body for 10 seconds then the blindfolded person would try to guess who it was that was initiating contact with them.

If they got it right it was time for another contact to be made and they had to be wrong 3 times before someone else got the blindfold.

So if you enjoyed what was happening to you while being blindfolded then it was important to guess the right person.

Over the next hour or so we all had our turns wearing the blindfold and I don't know about the ladies but I really enjoyed my time behind the mask with two beautiful women kissing and licking all the various parts of my anatomy.

Finally my wife said that she didn't know about anyone else but all this skin to skin contact had made her horny and we all agreed so I suggested we move inside, dry off and see what kinds of indoor games we could come up with.

As soon as we were all dried off I told them to get on the bed on their knees facing each other which they did then they asked now what.

I told them to close their eyes and let their hands explore the other persons body all over.

While they did this I would go from one to the other gently kissing the backs of their neck sending shivers throughout their bodies.

After just a short time it was obvious that both girls were becoming highly aroused so I told them that the game was about to become more serious and they asked how serious and I said they would see.

I told Emmy to lay on her back on the bed and I told my wife to start at Emmys tits and lick her way down past her pussy down one leg and back up the other then she could lick her pussy if she wished.

My wife eagerly started licking Emmys body, slowly circling her nipples with her tongue and sucking them into her mouth then releasing them.

As she worked her way down Emmys body you could the level of arousal in both women rise to the point that low moans could be her escaping both of them.

They were both squirming from the excitement they were experiencing.

I watched for quite a while but then when my wife went down between Emmys legs I felt it was my duty to make sure my wife got some added attention of her own.

When the wifes hot breath hit Emmy moist pussy she let out a moan and when the wife flicked Emmys clit and pussy lips with her tongue she let out a gasp that was interpreted as and expression of pleasure.

While the wife was eating Emmys pussy I moved behind her and started to lick her pussy and this made her eat Emmy with such a feverish pitch I wasn't sure if she was hurting her or all the noise was pure pleasure sounds.

After I thought both women had had enough of this I told the wife it was her turn on the bottom and that it was Emmys turn to lick her so they quickly switched and Emmy started to work my wife over.

The way my wife was squirming around I didn't know how Emmy kept her tongue on her.

I was just sitting there watching both women enjoy themselves when my wife asked if I was going to show the same consideration to our guest that I had given her so without a word I buried my face in Emmys crotch from behind and started licking like it was a wonderful lollipop.

This was a great site to see my wife grinding her pelvis up against Emmys face while Emmy ground her ass back against mine.

I licked Emmy from her clit to her asshole and after a few trips and when I thought she might be ready I buried my tongue in her ass and she let out a squeal from excitement and the vibration on my wifes pussy from her Emmys squeal almost sent my wife over the edge.

I finally pulled back and told them that there was one more thing then it was my turn on the bottom to which they both agreed.

They asked what the one thing was and I told them to lay one on top of the other because I had always fantasized about eating two pussies at once.

After they got situated I hungrily started licking them from asshole to asshole and they must have been enjoying it because when I snuck A peek I saw they licking each other tongues and nibbling each others lips.

I could have let this go on endlessly but I wanted my turn on the bottom too.

I laid back and let both girls work their magic on me with their tongues and I was enjoying myself to the fullest extent.

It was fantastic to look down and see two beautiful women lick each side of my dick and watch as their tongues touched together.

They were licking me, and each other at the same time and it was so erotic I thought I was going to cum just from watching.

Finally my wife raised up and said she wanted to try something and Emmy and I asked her what it was and she said she wanted Emmy to sit on my cock and lean back so my wife could not only see my cock buried in Emmy but she could lick my dick and Emmys pussy at the same time.

Emmy slowly let her moist velvety pussy slid down my dick until it had totally engulfed me and it felt wonderful. 

As she rode up and down and ground herself against my cock my wife sucked, licked and nibbled until Emmy groaned with passion and then exploded into a thrashing squealing orgasmic convulsions.

After she caught her breath she said that her and my wife should switch places so she hopped off my dick and the wife slid onto it.

I didn't care because I was in a mans fantasy heaven with all this delicious pussy getting so excited that they were willing to experiment and try almost anything.

This was a wonderful feeling because after so many years together my wifes pussy fit my dick like a custom made glove and it felt fantastic.

After a very short time Emmy had my wife thrashing around on my dick like some kind of wild animal until she came.

When my wife cums her clit gets very sensitive and she had to push Emmys face away from her crotch so I told Emmy to get up there and straddle my face so I would be smothered all over in pussy. 

I was so excited I think a stiff breeze would have made me cum so I decided to move things along before I exploded and had to sit out a while so that's exactly what I decided to do.

I had both girls lay on their backs facing away from each other with their asses toward each other and as they got themselves into this position I got into the toy drawer and got out the double headed dong and licked each pussy to ensure it was wet and ready then I inserted one end into my wifes pussy and the other end into Emmys then I leaned back and told them to enjoy.

They started off moving around slowly grinding their pelvises in a circular motion then they were picking up the tempo to the point that they were bucking, rocking and grinding their pussies together with the double headed dong completely buried inside them.

I don't think you could have planned it any better because about the time I heard my wife starting to cum, Emmy was moaning with pleasure that surely had to be an orgasm working its way through her body.

Finally the two just laid there motionless with the double dong still buried deep inside each one and it looked lovely to see their juices mixed together and glistening on their inner thighs.

After I thought they had rested enough I told my wife to lay on her back and Emmy to get over her in the 69 position so they could eat each other at the same time which they eagerly did.

While they were enjoying the taste of each others juices I told them I didn't know how much more of this I could take and that I needed to release myself and asked which one of them wanted me to dump a load inside them.

My wife said she could get it anytime she wanted and that Emmy was our guest which entitled her to special privileges so I should let her have the honor of being filled up.

So without a word I got behind Emmy and slid my cock into her hot moist pussy until I had reached the base of my dick and I was completely buried inside her.

I started to slowly fuck in and out of her pussy but it didn't take long for me to pick up the tempo to the point that my balls were slamming against her clit which made her squirm even more.

With the feeling of Emmy fucking back at me, and my wifes tongue occasionally flicking my balls I slipped over the edge and exploded into Emmys waiting pussy.

Emmy was moaning and groaning into my wifes pussy and I was sure she was cumming with me.

It seemed like I would never quit cumming but the feeling was fantastic and I didn't want it to stop.

I came so much that it was oozing out of Emmys pussy and dripping down onto my wifes face and I guess it was the combination of Emmy eating her pussy and our mixed juices dripping on her but I could hear her cumming again.

We collapsed into a mass of sweating flesh and just lay there for a few minutes to regain our senses.

I lit us all a cigarette and we just lay there and smoked and enjoyed the sight of the naked flesh glistening with our mixed juices.

I told the girls we should jump in the shower and get cleaned up a little so we headed for the bathroom.

All three of us got into the shower and we took turns gently soaping each other up ensuring not to miss one inch of flesh.

After we were cleaned and dry we went back to the bed and Emmy laid between the wife and I told them this was as close to heaven as a man could get and they said it wasn't bad for them either.

We were all snuggled up together and soon drifted into a deep satisfied sleep. 

It may be hard to do but the next time we all get together we will have to try some new things to reach the level of pleasure we experienced with our first encounter but we are all willing to give it our best shot.

An Evening to Remember



Her parents had wanted to take them out to dinner for their fifth anniversary, but Kim and her husband, Chris, had these plans made for over three months and nothing was going to stop them. Each year, they always tried to do something different and exciting for their anniversary and this year was no exception.

While driving to their destination, Chris looked over at his wife and smiled, remembering how excited she had been when she heard the news that the old Reformatory was having a ghost hunt on Halloween, the same day as their anniversary. They loved Halloween and insisted upon being married on that day and even asked the guests to dress up in costumes for the evening reception. It had been a wonderful day for them and it was a party that everyone remembered.

The Mansfield Reformatory was built in 1895 and was originally used as a prison for young male offenders. Its gothic, cathedral style architecture was used to inspire these young criminals to rededicate their lives to God. When Kim first saw the prison when they visited a few years earlier, it sent chills up and down her spine. An imposing structure, it had a main, central building for offices and new inmate reception and off the this main area called the bullpen, an east and west wing jutted off each side. In the west wing, it boasted a six tier block of cells that was a world record until it shut down in 1979. Each tier in the west wing had fifty cells. 

The Mansfield Reformatory moved away from holding younger men and it eventually held Ohio's most hardened and heinous criminals, thus becoming the state's most notorious prison for assaults and deaths. Violence was a natural way of life inside the dark stone walls and inhuman screams were almost commonplace during the lonely nights. 

The structure rotted away for years until the city saved it from demolition and began to renovate and turn it into a museum. Kim and Chris had taken several tours of this magnificent structure and from the modest fee collected from visitors, the Mansfield Reformatory was starting to look like its old self.

Kim and Chris had always liked a good fright and the chance to explore the old jail for an evening, especially on Halloween, was just too good an opportunity to pass up. They knew it was reputed to be haunted and this only added to the excitement.

"Just think," she giggled after they made the reservations, "maybe we could fool around in one of the cells."

"I don't think the spirits would take too kindly to that," Chris replied.

"Oh, only because they'd be jealous that they're dead and not able to take advantage of me like you could." She stood up and walked to where Chris was sitting. She turned her back to him and pushed her shapely butt towards his face, wiggling it suggestively. "Who could resist this?" she cooed.

Thinking back, Chris hadn't been able to resist and knew resistance was futile if his darling Kim really wanted to screw inside one of the cells. She always had that affect on him.

They had been brought together on a blind date by her brother, who was friends with Chris. It was the Halloween season, so after a traditional date of dinner and a movie, they had decided to go to one of the area haunted houses sponsored by the local Lion's Club. It wasn't very good and both Kim and Chris had been disappointed with the experience.

"Do you really want to be scared?" he asked her in the car afterward.

"Sure," she said. "I'm game."

"Okay," he replied. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

He drove for about a half hour until they stopped at a dark, remote area of town. To their right stood a tall, wrought iron gate, rusted over the years from exposure, but still imposing. Vines and trees covered the black, five foot wrought iron fence to the end of each block that the old cemetery encompassed.

"Come on," he said, holding her hand and leading her to the gate.

Kim didn't know what to think, but instinctively trusted Chris and followed him. They came to the gate and Chris pushed his way through the unlocked entrance. The hinges squealed from lack of oil, but they entered the grounds of the sacred resting places. With only the moon light to guide them, they soon found themselves amongst the tombstones of the forgotten dead.

"Scared yet?" he inquired, turning to her and still holding her soft hand. 

Kim listened to the clicking of the bare branches swaying lazily from the soft breeze and sighed. "I love cemeteries," she whispered before she kissed him that first time. He loved her immediately.

"Maybe we could do it in 'The Hole'," Kim suggested, breaking Chris from his thoughts, her light green eyes gleaming.

"I don't think so," Chris replied uneasily.

The Hole was the Reformatory's most haunted area. Many sounds and images had been recorded over the years in that spot and nearly everyone who went past that area came away feeling chilled, scared, and negatively affected by the experience.

The Hole was where inmates were sent for punishment. A day in there seemed like a week, a week like a month. No prisoner came out of there unaffected, if they came out alive at all. A goodly number of inmates came out mumbling gibberish, incoherent and ultimately insane. There were loud ravings of hearing voices telling them to kill themselves and seeing shadowy, ghostly images. Others spared themselves that ordeal and simply ended their sad, pathetic lives before their minds rotted to jelly.

Many a brutal beating took place in there, as inmates already knowing the fates of their brethren before them wanted no part of the horror that awaited them. Sometimes, they died before stepping foot into the smelly, dark cement box. It was said their troubled spirits still roamed the cell, begging for the mercy that eluded them all those years before.

"No, I don't think so," Chris said again, a bit firmer this time. They had made love in a lot of strange, weird places, but this was just a bit too kinky for his taste.

He was thankful that Kim didn't press him about it. She, too, knew his limits and never pushed him into things with which he was uneasy.

With backpacks filled with water, flashlights, batteries, cameras, and a mini-recorder in the trunk, Chris pulled into the entrance of the grounds; a long gravel path with bare trees lining the way, spooky and swaying in the soft fall breeze. Although this would be the fourth time they visited, their first glimpse of the grand old prison once again sent chills of awe, excitement, and apprehension through them both. 

"God, it's beautiful," Kim murmured when the prison came into full view. 

Kim saw the twin steeples that doubled as guard towers. The gargoyles were hanging on the edge of the roof, smiling demonically at the visitors who dared invade their peaceful house. Although she couldn't see them, she remembered them from previous visits. They made the entrance look even more eerie. She licked her lips in anticipation and could feel a bit of moistness begin to invade the sweet folds between her soft inner thighs.

Chris looked at his wife and smiled. At thirty years of age, she had the face and figure of a woman ten years her junior. Her short, spiked blonde hair was in disarray and her green eyes were riveted to the building in front of them. He figured she was already starting to get horny as she normally did when they went into dark, scary places. Facing the unknown was always a turn on for her, as he had found out that first night alone with her in the cemetery. Chris never forgot her scream of pleasure the first time he sank himself into her near the large granite mausoleum and was surprised to find the ghosts were still asleep in their deep, dank graves once her moaning ceased.

For their honeymoon a year later, they scoured every part of Ohio looking for haunted houses, hotels, and cemeteries. They made love everywhere they stayed, daring the spirits that invaded each habitat to have their say. None did, although they had the distinct feeling of being watched from time to time. That only added to Kim's enjoyment.

After they parked, Chris unloaded the two backpacks from the trunk. He had spent the previous evening making sure all of their equipment was in perfect working order. He hoped to capture on film or tape some type of apparition or unearthly sound. He handed the lighter of the two backpacks to Kim and she shrugged it on over her hooded sweat jacket. They had been warned ahead of time that the Reformatory had very little electricity and the place was quite cool during the night. The outdoor temperature was in the high sixties, but the prison would probably dip into the mid-fifties or less after midnight.

Once they got to the entrance of the prison, they were told that they would have free reign inside the prison from eight o'clock until two in the morning. Chris checked his watch and it was just a few minutes before eight o'clock. Unfortunately, there would be some areas that would be too dangerous to enter and those areas were cordoned off. There would be pizza and soft drinks for the ghost hunters at midnight. After that was said, the doors were opened and Kim, Chris, and all the others filed into the solemn parlor. The musky, moldy smell of the prison hit them as they entered. Scanning the crowd, Chris guessed there to be about two hundred person participating. At $100 each for the experience of walking through a haunted prison, Chris knew the historical society would receive quite a sum to forward their progress in renovating the old place.

"Where do you want to go first?" Chris asked Kim as they went past a few offices.

"Let's go upstairs to the warden's residence."

Chris knew the story behind her desire. In 1954, the warden and his wife had a terrible argument and in a fit of rage, the warden killed his wife and their two children. It was said that sometimes you could hear the argument if you stayed a few rooms away and were quiet. They switched on their flashlights and slowly mounted the creaking steps. Most of the other hunters had gone to one of the other wings of the prison, so they knew they would be one of only a handful to be roaming around upstairs.

Once upstairs, they walked softly from room to room, exploring closets, hallways, and other areas. None of the rooms had any furniture; just rubbish, mold, and dust everywhere. They listened carefully for any sounds, but heard nothing except for the footfalls and voices of other people moving about. 

Back on the ground floor, they found the recreation room, a large expansive room that echoed every sound, no matter how minute. This room was where church services were held, meals were served, and movies played. Being a maximum security prison in its day, only the best behaved inmates were allowed in this room other than at meal time.

Kim looked in one corner and saw a doorway. From her previous times there, she knew that doorway led to a stairwell that went to one of the guard towers. Even in the daytime, it was treacherous, but Kim wanted to go up to the tower anyway.

"Come on," she nudged Chris.

He followed his wife to the doorway and shone his flashlight inside. "Are you sure?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Come on," she said in a low voice. "We'll take it real slow." She was already starting to ascend the staircase before he had a chance to reply.

The staircase was spiral and very narrow, barely wide enough for Chris' shoulders. The steps were short and slippery and Chris was glad to see Kim taking her time. Her flashlight shone on each step as they climbed and he could see the crumbling cement that had eroded over time and neglect. Suddenly, Kim stopped and Chris' nose touched her butt before he could stop.

"Do you hear anything?" she whispered.

Chris cocked his ear and listened.

"No," he answered.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"I guess it was nothing," she said. 

By this time, she could feel her husband planting soft kisses on her curvy bottom. If it wasn't so dangerous, she would have pulled her pants down right then and there and let him have a good grope, but they still had a little bit more climbing to do before they got to the top.

"All right, Chris," she said as she reached back and patted his face, "let's get going." She loved it when he did things spontaneously. Just doing something as simple as that made her love him even more.

Once they reached the top, they had a perfect view of the two newer prisons nearby; the Mansfield Correctional Institute, affectionately called Mansi, and Richland Correctional Institute, shortened to Richi. Mansfield was a maximum security prison and Richland was divided between minimum and medium classifications. Once he saw the prison yard of Mansi, Chris was tempted to take a photo, but resisted. They had been warned about taking pictures of the two prisons from previous visits because it violated the inmates civil rights should they be photographed without their permission. Chris thought it was ludicrous, but he didn't want to get in trouble.

"This is so neat," Kim remarked. "I can just imagine the gunners picking off escapees from here. You can really see everywhere."

Chris nodded in the darkness. Looking off into the distance, he saw flashlights in one remote corner of the Reformatory's expansive grounds. 

"I wonder what's over there?" he said.

"Where?" Kim asked.

Chris moved her towards the direction he was looking. "See all the lights there."

"I'll bet that's the cemetery," Kim explained. "It's almost as haunted as 'The Hole'. We have to go there sometime tonight. We have to," she added softly, squeezing her thighs together. The thought of getting frisky in a haunted prisoner's cemetery sent shivers through her.

Knowing what she was thinking, Chris reached around and caressed her through her sweat pants and was not surprised to find she was wearing no underwear. He could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her loins and knew it wouldn't take much to get her off.

Kim moaned softly at his touch, but regained control as she gently pushed his hand aside. "Not here, baby. Not yet."

Chris laughed softly and kissed the back of her neck affectionately. "I know, hon. It was just a little appetizer for what's to come."

They stayed in the tower for a few more minutes before carefully navigating the narrow, spiral staircase downward to the recreation room once more. For the next hour or so, they visited the bullpen, a large room in the middle of the main building and all the wings that extended from it. Besides the famous east and west wings, there was an infirmary, solitary confinement, the shower room, and the infamous 'hole'. The infirmary was a small building directly behind the bullpen. Solitary, the showers, and the hole were directly east off of the infirmary. Wanting to save the east and west wings for last, they made their way into the infirmary.

Chris took pictures now and then, usually of things he hadn't remembered seeing from previous visits. Sometimes, he would go by a cell or a room and the hairs on the back of his neck would stand up for no apparent reason. From his reading of ghost studies, there was the possibility of unearthly phenomena in such an area, so he made sure to snap pictures in those areas as well.

When they reached 'the hole', Kim immediately got bad vibes about it. She shivered and felt her skin crawling, but she felt electrified by the feelings. She wanted nothing more than to be inside the cell with Chris and have him fuck her hard from behind. Kim knew she could have the best orgasm of her life there, but she also knew Chris would have none of it. Besides, there were too many other people around for them to have the privacy needed. The thought of them screwing there sent tingles through her.

"Isn't this awesome?" she whispered to him. "I'm feeling all kinds of weird sensations." She paused for a moment. "I wish you could bend me over right now."

"Not here," he whispered back. "It's just too creepy." He, too, felt the inhuman evilness that screamed from within the silent walls.

"You should feel how wet I am," Kim said seductively, her breath hot and raspy.

Kim reached back, took his hand, and put his fingertips under the waistband of her sweat pants. 

"Feel me," she panted.

Not surprising, Chris' fingers were soaked after he explored between her labia. Kim shuddered from his touch.

"You're gushing," he hissed, barely able to control his voice. His penis jumped to attention and he knew he had to have her once they found an appropriate cell.

"Baby, I've got to have you soon," Kim responded, her voice quivering.

They left the 'hole' and explored the shower area for fifteen minutes. They both felt their hair stand on end and Chris deduced that a fair amount of vicious rapes and assaults occurred here. He took more pictures and didn't need to check his camera to know his first roll was finished. He had mentally tallied each photo and knew it was time. They stepped out of the shower and moved to an area out of the way of the other hunters. The 'hole' and the shower room were very popular spots for ghost hunting.

Kim shone her flashlight on his camera as he fished through his backpack for another roll. When he looked at his camera, he noticed the "15" showing in the window indicating how many photos he had taken. He frowned and looked at Kim, puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"The camera says I've only taken fifteen pictures, but I know I've taken twenty-four."

"You've advanced to the next picture each time, haven't you?" she asked.

"Of course I have," he said disgustedly. 

He tried advancing it again, but it wouldn't budge. "Damn," he exclaimed.

"What's wrong now?"

"It's jammed."

"Why don't you pull the pin and rewind it as if the roll were completed?"

"Yeah, I can try that."

Chris pulled the pin up and tried to rewind the film. It was stuck for a second, but then gave way with the unmistakable sound of the film tearing within.

"Damn!" he hissed.

"What now?"

"The film broke. Now, all the pictures I've taken are ruined."

"That really sucks," Kim said disgustedly. 

Chris opened the camera and pulled the film out. He then put in a new roll. Once the film was secure, he tried to advance the film to where he could close the camera for his first picture. The lever wouldn't budge.

"Damn, what's wrong with this thing? I checked it last night and it worked perfectly." Chris frowned at their misfortune.

He tried one more time. This time, the lever moved, but Chris looked in disbelief as the film tore once again before his disbelieving eyes. Chagrined, he put the camera into his backpack and pulled out his automatic camera. He pressed the 'on' switch, but nothing happened.

"What's wrong?" Kim asked.

"The batteries are dead," Chris explained, although he couldn't understand how brand new batteries could be dead without any usage.

He reached into his backpack once more and exchanged batteries. Those, too, were dead. Chris sighed, resigned to the fact that they would have no pictures to commemorate their visit. "I guess they don't want their pictures taken."

"I guess not," Kim said shakily. This was their first direct experience with the paranormal.

Reluctantly, Chris put the camera in his back pack and zipped it shut. "We still have the recorder," he said.

"I don't think they'll want to be recorded, either. Do you? At least not by us."

"No," he replied softly. "I guess not."

Shaken by the experience, they left the area and headed back towards the bullpen. Once they reached it, they decided to go to the west wing, since it was the taller of the two. The east wing had only four tiers of sixty cells in each tier.

They climbed the metal stairs quickly, their shoes clanging at each step. When they got to the fourth tier, Chris stopped to catch his breath. He was a bit allergic to mold and dust. To their right was the control room whereby an officer could open and close any amount of cells on that tier by pulling on certain levers and rotating a metal wheel. Chris pulled Kim towards the room and looked inside. From his flashlight, he could see documents lying about, mostly rosters from that tier for a specific date. One was on the floor only a few feet from where they were standing.




An Evening to Remember



"Look at this," he said. Chris knelt down on the hard metal floor and observed the paper more closely. "E4-01 Jacobs, Timothy 21056, E4-02 Kaczmerik, Edward 27831, E4-03 Keating, Leonard 34980. It's a roster from September 21, 1979. The Reformatory closed down only a few weeks later."

"That is so neat," Kim exclaimed. "I sure wish we could take it as a souvenir." 

"You know we can't," Chris said. "You know the stories."

"I know," she replied.

Several times, people had taken things from the Reformatory, most notably documents or rosters, and reported strange things occurring to them. Usually, it was an unexplained illness or rash that refused to go away no matter how often it was treated by a doctor. The illness or other strange happenings only went away after the document or other property was returned to its rightful place. Chris and Kim knew better than to tempt fate.

They lingered at the control room for a few minutes before they resumed their climb to the top tier. Once there, they looked down to the floor sixty feet below.

"Wow," Chris exclaimed as he looked from left to right. "This is unbelievable." He could see many flashlights below, but not too many on the tiers below them. He saw no lights at all on the tier they occupied.

"Come on," Kim said as if reading his mind. "Let's look at the cells."

Chris followed her, shining his light in the dark, seemingly empty cells. Each cell had one bunk, some with a moldy, rotted mattress and some without. There was a sink, toilet, and folding table attached to the wall. Most of the toilets and sinks were broken, but some were intact.

As she looked in each cell, her excitement got stronger as she anticipated having Chris' rock hard penis inside her. She liked Chris from the first moment she met him. He had light brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a strong chin and she thought he was quite handsome. He was not heavy, but he was wiry strong. She liked his laugh and sense of humor from the start, but having him inside her that first night in that cemetery was the ultimate high. She never had a stronger orgasm before then and very few approached its intenseness since.

Her Chris was an amazing lover and often indulged Kim in her whimsical fantasies, be it making love in a gloomy cemetery or masturbating her in a theater during a horror flick. He rarely refused her desire, but when he did, it was for a good reason. It never bothered her because he had done so much to make her other dreams and fantasies come true.

After looking through a dozen cells or so, her desire for him was overpowering and she had to have him. Now.

"In here," she said breathlessly, her chest heaving.

She pulled him into the cell reeking of mold, mildew, and decay. Chris curled his nose at the smell, but soon forgot about it as Kim began to pull her stretchy pants down to her ankles. Chris looked down the walkway once more and didn't see or hear anyone else. After putting down his backpack, he quickly yanked his jeans down to his knees.

Turning his attention back to his horny wife, he pulled his fast hardening penis from his boxers. Kim's hand was already between her legs working her clit with her fingertips. Chris stepped behind her and pushed his penis against her spread cheeks. He rubbed it up and down her crack as Kim moaned. She was working herself into a frenzy, feverishly playing with herself and waiting in anticipation to be impaled.

"Put it in, baby, put it in now," she panted. She was almost to the edge and knew his penetration would send her tumbling over the blissful abyss.

Chris quickly moved his fingers towards her sopping wet hole as a guide and put his penis at the opening.

"Fuck me, Chris. I'm almost there. Fuck me," she begged in a raspy, hoarse voice. Kim was panting heavily and her legs were shaking.

Chris obliged and pushed in quickly and forcefully, so hard that Kim's forehead bumped into the metal wall in front of her.

"Oh...," she moaned, not from the wall, but from the pleasure of being filled in such an erotic, unholy place.

Chris grabbed her hips and began pushing into her hard and fast, their bare skin slapping against each other. At home, their lovemaking was usually slow, nurturing, and tender. In places such as this, Chris knew she wanted it fast, unrelenting, and punishing. 

She was wetter than anytime in recent memory, but moist, hot inner walls were becoming tighter as she was reaching her peak. Chris persevered, ramming her harder and faster. Although he was usually skilled with his endurance, he could feel the beginnings of his own orgasm starting to mount.

Suddenly, Kim's body tensed and then began to shake. "Oh...oh..." was all she got out before she clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. Her shoulder was on the cold, rusty metal table now as she continued to work over her clit with her right hand and kept her moaning and screaming inside her left one.

Soon thereafter, Chris could contain himself no longer and sprayed his sperm inside her quivering walls. The feeling of him pulsating inside her only prolonged Kim's amazing ride as spasm after spasm continued to rock her. She rode each delicious contraction to its limit and was disappointed when they finally eased into soft, gentle waves.

Chris pulled out a few seconds later and quickly redressed while Kim, with both hands on the table now for balance, waited to catch her breath and come down from her high. Staring into the darkness, Kim was seeing stars and felt a bit dizzy. It was by far the strongest orgasm she had ever had, even surpassing the times they made love in cemeteries. She didn't know if this time could ever be topped. 

She smiled to herself. They could have a lot of fun trying, she suspected.

When she regained her senses, Kim slowly stood up and pulled her pants up and over her slim hips. This was surely a night to remember, she thought to herself. Turning, she sensed Chris' presence and reached for him. Kim hugged him close as his sperm began to slowly trickle down her leg.

"You are the best," she murmured, "the absolute best." She found his lips and kissed him. "I love you so much."

"Can I play too?"

The voice was a whisper, yet menacing and evil in its tone.

"What?" Kim asked, startled. She wasn't sure if she heard it or not. She knew instantly it wasn't Chris who said it

"What is it?" Chris whispered.

"I thought I heard a voice."

"Get out if you can."

Chris heard the creaking of the gate behind them before he heard the voice. 

Kim was mesmerized by the voice, so melodic and sinister at the same time. It didn't register to her at first that they could possibly be in danger..

Chris grabbed blindly with his right hand for the backpacks and reached for Kim with the other.

"GET OUT!!!"

Chris pulled her roughly out of the cell and they tumbled onto the floor of the walkway as the gate to cell E6-17 slammed shut behind them, missing Kim's foot by a whisker.

"Shit," Chris panted, out of breath. "Shit." Kim remained quiet, but he could hear her heavy breathing to his right.

He dug into the backpack for a flashlight and shone it on the cell. To their utter shock and amazement, the cell door was open as if nothing had happened. They could even see the undisturbed cobwebs all around it.

"What the....?" Chris exclaimed.

He shone the light near Kim's face and she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Awesome," she said, "fucking awesome."

"You heard the voice?" Chris asked.

"Yeah."

"And the door slammed shut on us?"

"Yeah."

"And now it's open without any sound whatsoever?"

"Yeah. Fantastic, wasn't it?"

Chris shook his head in wonderment. Could nothing scare her?

"You're nuts, crazy, looney. You're unbelievable." He shook his head again.

"But, you still love me."

"Always."

"And this is one anniversary you'll never forget."

"Never."

More than a bit shaken, they picked themselves up and walked slowly to the stairwell arm in arm, reliving the events that just took place. They didn't dream it up. They knew that. It really happened and it was a thousand times better than the trouble with their cameras. 

As they reached the first floor, an announcement was made that the pizza and soda had arrived and the food was set up in the courtyard near the entrance. Chris remembered glancing at his watch not that long before and it read ten o'clock. He hadn't thought that much time had transpired since then.

He looked at his watch, but it didn't surprise him to discover it still read ten o'clock. Chris chuckled to himself. Sure, the watch wasn't very expensive, but he had bought it just a few weeks prior and had absolutely no difficulty with it. He showed it to Kim and she laughed.

"We've really pissed them off, haven't we?" she giggled.

"It sure looks like it," Chris agreed.

"Your sperm is running down my leg," she whispered in his ear.

Chris smiled.

They ate and drank until they were full and decided to make the cemetery their last stop before heading home. They noticed the crowd had thinned out considerably and Chris could see only one or two lights shining in the old burial grounds.

The cemetery was not overly large, containing perhaps three hundred graves at the most. Each nondescript marker stated a last name, an initial, and year of death. Some were barely legible while most were still quite clear. Scattered clouds tried to obscure the bright, almost full moon that shone overhead, but they took little notice of it.

Slowly and deceptively, Kim steered Chris towards the farthest corner of the cemetery until she had him backed against a large maple tree. She leaned forward and kissed him, sweetly at first, but then a little more urgent and passionate. 

His hands slithered their way under her sweat jacket and tee shirt until they found her small, firm breasts. Her puffy nipples were sticking out proud and proper as his fingers caressed them and teased them, sending more shivers through her. A moan escaped her sweet lips as she continued kissing him. Their tongues dueled briefly before she broke off their loving seal.

"Play with me," she gasped, almost begging, fully unaware of her surroundings. Fully unaware that the gentle breeze was not as gentle as it had been and was picking up strength.

Kim kissed him again.

Chris' right hand slipped inside her waistband and began to fondle the wonderful mysteries of Kim's sweet sex. She was as wet as before and her clit was engorged and swollen. It didn't take long for the tremors to start invading her. Chris always knew her most erogenous spots and this time was no exception.

"Oh God, that feels so good," she whimpered. She was absolutely powerless once she began her pleasure ride.

Chris' hand was firmer on his target now, circling it faster and mixing in her passion juice to help with the stimulation. Kim's breathing was coming in quick, rapid breaths and Chris sensed her trembling within.

He surprised her by slipping his middle finger inside her while still stimulating her clit with his thumb. The timely invasion sent her tumbling into a free fall of sweet, delicate pleasure spasms. She didn't cry out this time, but merely placed her mouth against his shoulder and bit him lightly to let him know it pleased her. Her whimpers, panting, and tremors made him well aware of that, but the little nip was a welcome addition.

The wind picked up and Kim could hear it whistling through the bare branches. As the first few droplets of rain fell, Kim kissed Chris again and hugged him.

"You're the best," she said through tear stained eyes, "the absolute best."

* * * * *

Chris was tired by the end and not wanting to risk the three hour drive home, they decided to rent a room for the night at a Holiday Inn in Bucyrus. After a leisurely shower by which they sensually scrubbed each other clean, they settled down for a long-deserved sleep. 

Kim had other ideas as she pulled the covers back and straddled her sleepy husband. She rubbed her feather-soft mound against his rapidly hardening penis and sighed happily.

"Didn't you get enough at the prison?" Chris asked incredulously. Tired or not, the sight of Kim stimulating herself on his penis was the most wonderful sight for him.

Kim's green eyes flickered as she smiled. "What we did there was fucking, pure and simple. It was wonderful, fantastic, the ultimate. But I want to love you now, baby."

She leaned forward and her silky soft nipples brushed against his chest. Kim kissed him sweetly.

"I just want to love you."

Chris laid back, sighing, and let Kim love him. 

When they finished, Chris glanced at his watch for the first time since he noticed it had died and laughed out loud.

"What is it?" Kim inquired.

Chris showed it to her. She looked at the watch and then to the clock on the night stand. They registered the exact same time, 2:27.



An Evening to Remember



To all the men who wish such things really happened and the women who would love to join in! 

* 

The dreaded product presentation portion of the pedicure/manicure party was over and my potential customers were busily oohing and aahing over the latest anti-aging products, uncapping lipsticks and sampling perfumes. With a sigh of relief, I slipped out of my glossy black heels and released the top few buttons of my black blazer to reveal a bit of cleavage peeping out of a pink lace camisole. Why, oh why did the company insist its consultants dress this way? I longed to be wearing a comfy pair of plaid flannel pants or flirty satin shorts as many of my guests did. Along with bunny slippers. After all, it was a slumber party theme. Why shouldn't I get to join in? 

On that thought, I decided to completely discard the blazer and tossed it over a kitchen chair. 

"Are you okay?" Lauren, who had graciously hosted the party for me, entered the kitchen and placed a hand on my bare shoulder to gently massage it. The tension I had built up began to melt away beneath her expert touch.

"Oh, yeah," I gave her a bright smile. "Just glad that part is over. I hate being the center of attention." Was it my imagination, or did her gaze lower a bit and linger on my breasts? 

"Want something to drink?"-

"That would be great. Just ice water." When she returned, I took the frosty glass from her and pressed it first to my flushed breasts before taking a sip, careful not to smear my raspberry lipstick. As a cosmetic consultant, I was always very conscious of the condition of my makeup. 

Lauren watched me the entire time and I began to wonder at her attention. She was married; surely she wasn't interested in me that way. Of course, I was married too, and that didn't stop me from being attracted to the occasional woman. 

"I should go check on the other ladies," I said finally, and Lauren followed me into her living room. The room was large and open with deep, cushiony couches and easy chairs lining the walls. About half dozen women were gathered in the room, each with their feet soaking in a tub of deliciously hot water. They had relaxed in various poses, heads laid back, hair loose and flowing over their shoulders. 

My own French roll began to chafe, and I withdrew a few pins and allowed my chestnut hair to flow smoothly down my back. 

"Much better," I murmured and ran a hand through it.

"You have gorgeous hair," Lauren complimented me, and I turned, startled. It was common for women to offer such compliments to one another, but was Lauren hitting on me? "Why don't you take off those stockings and have a soak yourself? You look like you could use one." 

I eyed the other women. They looked so relaxed, talking and laughing amongst themselves. The earlier social unease abated as they rinsed their feet and rubbed various lotions over their exposed skin. I longed to join them.

And so I did. Lauren brought me my own tub of hot water and watched openly as I lifted my black knee-length pencil-lined skirt to release my black silk stockings from their garters. I rolled them down slowly, revealing a smooth, tanned and toned leg, and tossed the stockings onto a side table. 

Lauren gently laid a hand on one of my thighs and began to lightly run her hand up and down my leg. I glanced at her in surprise, but she simply smiled and continued the light stroking as I slid my feet into the water. Her hand wandered further up my thigh and playfully dipped between my legs.

"Lauren!" I whispered, glancing around at the other women to see if any had noticed. 

She laughed softly. "Don't worry. They know me. None of them will mind." 

I wasn't so sure, but I couldn't honestly deny that I enjoyed Lauren's attentions. She was a beautiful woman; a bit taller than I with honey blonde hair that came natural, not from a bottle. Her eyes were normally large and bright blue, but now they had darkened and clouded with what I knew was desire. For me. She wore a bright blue satin camisole trimmed with lace and matching shorts, and her feet were bare with the nails painted a coral shade.

I decided to enjoy the moment. If I offended anyone, what could they do to me? Not buy my products? I could hardly be a worse saleswoman than I already was. 

Lauren brazenly pushed my skirt higher and slid her hand up my bare thigh. "Why don't we take this off?" she whispered. 

I desperately wanted her to touch me in the place where I was already hot and wet, so I nodded. She easily lowered the side zipper of my skirt and helped me slither out of it. She released the garter belt I wore as well and tossed it aside to join my stockings. I was left in a demi bra, tanga and camisole, all the same shade of pink lace. 

"You have beautiful skin," she commented softly. "Must be all that moisturizer."

"Must be," was all I could manage, since her fingers were teasing me, delving beneath the lace of my tanga. I arched my back in an attempt to force her fingers into my pussy, but she would not be tricked. She pressed a finger against my lips and whispered, "shhh… just relax and enjoy." 

She found the hidden side zipper of my camisole and slid it up. I willingly lifted my arms as she removed it and sank deeper into the suede of her couch. Through hazed vision, I realized that not only were the other women not protesting, but they were openly watching. A few had removed their own pajama bottoms and were lazily caressing their own clits. Two, I thought their names were Kira and Natalie, were kissing one another open-mouthed and had slid their hands beneath one another's shirts. 

Lauren straddled my lap and gently kissed my forehead, running her fingers through my hair, allowing the scent of my shampoo to escape. Her lips traveled down my face to my own, and I exalted in the taste of her mouth as she gently licked and nipped.

So much for lipstick. 

I met Lauren's tongue with mine and we kissed deeply as our hands explored each other's bodies. I removed her camisole as well, and she rapidly removed her own satin bra, then my lace one. We were both bare-breasted now, and our breasts met and rubbed against each other. I could feel the tight buds of her nipples rubbing against mine.

It was exquisite. I ran my hands up and down the smooth skin of her back, around to her flat abdomen, and upwards to cup her breasts in my hands. I wanted to kiss them, to lick and suck those rosy nipples. 

But Lauren had other plans. She lifted my feet from the water and then tossed every throw pillow she could reach onto the floor. She tumbled me down and stretched me out upon the pillows, then reached for a bottle of lotion I had set out for display on her coffee table. She opened it and poured a liberal portion into her palm and the jasmine and lemon scent filled the air. 

My clit was tingling, my cunt was soaked, and all I wanted Lauren to do was bury her face between my legs in a sixty-nine position so I could bury mine between hers. Natalie was already sucking and licking Kira's clit and two other women had begun to kiss now. Couldn't Lauren hurry it up a bit? 

She slid my tanga down my legs and discarded it. 

Finally! I thought.

But Lauren wasn't about to give me what I wanted and completely ignored the part of me she'd just uncovered. Instead, she calmly began rubbing lotion over my entire body, paying special attention to all of my erogenous zones – the sides of my breasts, the sides of my torso, the hollows of my neck and shoulders, my navel. She zipped right around my aching pussy and lavished attention upon my thighs, knees, front and back, calves and the arches of my feet. Then she lowered herself over me and kissed me again, very thoroughly. She traveled downward once more, kissing and licking all the spots she had just slathered with lotion. She cupped my full breasts in her hands and licked their curves and closed her mouth over my flushed nipples. All the while, I kissed and touched what parts of her I could reach, but mostly I simply tangled my hands in her golden hair and moaned. 

Kira and Natalie were tangled in a sixty-nine position now, each ravishing the other's pussy with their tongues and lips. I could see that Kira had her fingers buried inside Natalie as well, with one in her ass. I burned and tingled, watching them as Lauren simply took her sweet time. 

I screamed out loud as her lips suddenly closed over my clit, which had been begging for attention. "Oh, God," I cried, "Oh, yes… lick it, lick it…"

She did, sliding her tongue around my clit, inside my pussy, and around the lips. I was ready to come, more than ready, and when she focused the fast little flicks of her tongue onto my clit, I did, with a long, screaming moan. 

She wasn't done. She thrust three fingers into my pussy and one into my ass, hard. I jolted in shock and then relaxed with the pleasure of it as her tongue just kept moving. Her other hand reached up and toyed with one of my nipples, pinching and stroking, just hard enough to cause a pleasurable amount of pain. I came again, in a series of little quivers that sent intense spasms of ecstasy throughout my entire body.

Lauren bent her head again to the task, but I stopped her with both hands gripped tightly in her luxurious hair. I tugged, very gently, but enough to let her know I'd had enough of being on the receiving end. 

It was time to give. "My turn," I whispered when she glanced up at me. She grinned and I drew her up, gripping her face in my hands as I kissed and licked my juices off of her face. 

Wrapping my legs around her waist, I flipped her over and arranged her on the pillows, just so. I pressed her slender arms over her head and gently held them there with one hand while I kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders, and rubbed our breasts together until both our nipples were hard and achy. With the other hand, I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts and dipped into her very, very moist pussy. I drew my wet fingers to my mouth and very, very slowly licked her moisture off while her eyes narrowed, watching me. 

I kissed and licked and teased my way down her body, admiring her taught abdomen and the way her waist nipped in at the sides. I especially admired the patch of hair at the apex of her thighs, a tiny bed of blonde curls. I placed a gentle kiss there and then dove in. I wasn't about to torture Lauren as she had me; I wanted the taste of her on my tongue. Now. 

Her hips lifted as my tongue found the sensitive bud of her clit and circled it. I licked it delicately as fast as my tongue could go, then slid my tongue into her pussy and lapped up the sweet, creamy liquid I found there. As I savored the taste of her, the feel of her, I felt desire again pool low in my own stomach, and couldn't help shifting my hips in frustration. 

I focused on her clit again, sliding two fingers inside her as I sucked tenderly and licked violently. 

"Oh, yeah, um…" Lauren moaned, and I sighed with her as she came, long and hard, arching her entire body upwards and tangling her fingers in my hair. 

I rested my head on her thigh for a moment, giving her sensitive pussy a moment to recover before I attacked her again.

When I did, I suddenly felt two gentle hands on my own ass, then a kiss on each cheek. I glanced behind me and saw Kira sliding beneath me, facing the opposite direction as Lauren so her legs were entangled with Lauren's. I now had two gorgeous women beneath me, both their pussies in my face.

And Kira's mouth was on me. 

I nearly forgot what I had been doing to Lauren, such was the magic of Kira's tongue, sweeping over my pussy, teasing my clit, and circling my ass. Lauren's hips thrust upwards, as if to remind me, and I eagerly returned to my task just as Natalie lowered her own body over Lauren's face. 

Within moments, we were a tangled mass of long, slender limbs, tousled hair. The scent of our wet pussies flavored the air. Lauren stretched her hands upward to play with Natalie's breasts as she licked her and I, in turn, played with Lauren's breasts with one hand and finger-fucked Kira with the other. My tongue darted back and forth between the two pussies before me that were nearly touching. Kira, beneath me, slipped her four fingers into my pussy and her thumb into my ass as she sucked my clit, shooting pleasure through me so intense that I screamed as I came and she smacked me, hard, with the other hand. The bright shock of the pain only intensified my pleasure. 

When I recovered, I doubled my efforts and licked up the unique, delicious flavors of Kira and Lauren, using both my hands to flick their clits and finger-fuck them. Within moments my efforts were rewarded as they came, keening, one after the other. 

Natalie followed not too far behind, and we all collapsed in a pile amongst the pillows, naked, satisfied, and panting. 

I doubt our company founder would have approved of the sales method, but every one of those women not only purchased over two hundred dollars of product, but she also booked her own pedicure party. I had my most productive, and pleasurable, month of sales in my entire career.



An Evening to Remember



I usually don't look for porn on the internet but something weird happened to me a couple weeks ago that made me curious if it has happened to anyone else before. I came across this site and realized it isn't that uncommon, I guess is the word, and it has happened to other people.

I live with my family during the school year while I attend college to save money. I live in a huge house with my mom, dad and my older brother, Luke. My parents were out of town this particular weekend for a convention and my brother decided to throw a house party while they were away. There were about 12-15 people there including his girlfriend and a few of our mutual friends. The party went on without a hitch as we played a few drinking games including asshole, beer pong and spin the bottle, where all the guys were trying to make it a point to get the girls to kiss each other. I am a really shy girl and turned beet red, almost the color of my hair, when a girl just barely gave me a peck on the lips. Everyone was really drunk and a few people started to leave the party. My brother's gf was the first to pass out, stumbling her way into his room. I wasn't too far behind her, making my way to my own room. 

I had been in my room for about an hour and I had just barely fallen asleep when I heard my brother talking to his friends, actually more like yelling at them, apparently over a ruling on a beer pong game. About 5 minutes later my front door comes swinging open and it shuts just as fast as it opened. I could make out that it was my brother and he plopped in the bed right next me. I started to ask him what he was doing, and all I could get out was "wha..." before he put his hand over my mouth and "shhhed" me. I had my back to him laying on my side and he had his one arm over my body, pretty much pulling my body against his and he wouldn't let me go. I am a pretty small girl compared to him as I was dwarfed under his gigantic arm.

"I love you baby", he whispered into my ear. 

I tried to say something again, but his hand was still cupped over my mouth. I felt his hand start moving up my shirt and he started caressing my breasts. Now my breasts are a very sensual part of my body and his touch immediately made my nipples hard. I can't believe I was getting turned on by my own brother! I quickly snapped back to my senses and grabbed his hand and moved it away. He just coyly chuckled and moved his hand to my hip, gently massaging my leg and inner thigh. While he was doing this, I felt his warm breath and moist lips on the back of my neck. How did my brother know all my spots? 

After a minute or so of this he pushed me over on my stomach and straddled my ass. His hand finally left my mouth and I could talk, but no words came out of my mouth. I was still in shock. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently massaged them. I could feel the bulge in his pants get bigger as he pressed his crotch against the small of my back. His hands left my shoulders and made their way down to the boxers I was wearing. He sruggled to get these off as I was laying on them and I scrunched up a little on the bed to assist him. "What was I doing?" I thought to myself. Before I could come to my senses I felt his tongue on the small of my back and then down on my ass. His tongue started massaging my asshole, darting in and out. This was a first for me and I thought I would never like it. But man did it feel good! I arched my back trying to get his tongue deeper into my ass. I was in heaven! I couldn't believe how hard I was breathing. I had to refrain from screaming as I could hear the party still going on outside. 

Luke removed his face from my ass and quickly slipped out of the basketball shorts he was wearing. I reached down at my pussy and finally felt how wet I was. No one had ever turned me on like this before. I felt Luke kneel behind me on the bed. He put his hands on my stomach and pulled me up to my knees. For how drunk he was he was still so gentle. I felt the tip of his dick press upon my asshole. As much as I loved his tongue there, I wasn't quite ready to try that yet. I reached around and grabbed his dick and guided it downwards towards my pussy. I rubbed it around the outside to get the tip of his dick wet. As soon as I let go, he thrust forward and I let out a little gasp. I couldn't believe how big my brother was. He had to be at least 8 or 9 inches and all of that was inside me before I even knew it. He paused for a second before reaching around and cupping my breasts. He started moving in and out, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. He moved his hands from my chest and placed them on my ass. He gave me a little smack that I was certain could be heard outside. He stopped for a second, fingered me and moved the juices from my wet pussy and circled my asshole with them. Even that felt like heaven! He went back to fucking me while still moving his finger in a circle around my ass. I felt the tip of his finger enter and I let out a little shriek. I was expecting a shooting pain but I was amazed at how easy it went in. Wow what an amazing feeling! I started breathing even heavier now and pressed back against his hand trying to get him even deeper inside me. I then realized he had stopped moving and now I was doing all the work, rocking back and forth against his cock and finger. I was never the one to take control during sex, pretty much having the guy call all the shots, but it all seemed so surreal. I felt like a different person. I felt like the naughty little girl who breaks all the rules. Then I heard something that made me snap out of my own little fantasy. 

"Oh Chelsie! Fuck me baby!" Luke moaned. He was calling out his girlfriend's name! Now normally, a guy calling out any other name than my own would be an instant turn off but in this situation it just made me grind harder against his dick. I could feel myself wanting to cum. He took his finger out of my ass and grabbed my hair pulling my head back. He was now taking control again! I was helpless, and I loved it! He began moaning louder and I joined him, figuring it was already too late to worry about being heard. I had to keep myself from calling out his name, guessing that him hearing the sound of his sisters voice would probably scare the shit out of him. I was disappointed when he let go of my hair since I was just on the verge of cumming again. Luke firmly grabbed my hips. 

"I'm gonna cum!" he moaned.

Now I was expecting him to pull out and cum on my back like my bf always did but I felt him give one more hard thrust. I then I felt a sensation I had never felt before. His cock felt like it was almost pulsating inside me and I could feel it squirting his hot liquid deep against the very back of the walls of my pussy. This set me over the edge. I could feel my pussy tighten around his cock, and he began thrusting harder than before, moaning with each push. My eyes rolled back into my head and I had to drive my face into the pillow to muffle my screams. My body began bucking uncontrollably as I let out my cushioned scream, cumming on his still hard cock that was inside me. I could feel our juices running down my leg as my entire body went numb. I fell on my stomach and attempted to catch my breath. He followed me down and I could feel his dick getting soft inside of me. He just layed there for about a minute and gently kissed me under my ear and whispered, "You are amazing." Again, I didn't want to say anything. I was beginning to come back to reality and began realizing what just happened. 

"How did this happen?" I thought to myself. Luke rolled off the bed and began getting dressed. I layed there motionless collecting my thoughts. He leaned over, gave me a kiss on my neck and told me again that he loved me. This time it hurt me, knowing he was really telling Chelsie that he loved her. As he walked out the door I began to cry. I really didn't know if I was crying because I just fucked my brother or because this was the best sex that I have had and I knew that it could never happen again. Maybe it was because I was going to base every other sexual encounter on this one and I could never share the feelings with anyone. 

I layed there crying into my pillow for about 5 min when I heard my door open again. At first I thought it might be my brother coming back in to get something or to pass out. It then occured to me that I had called my boyfriend when I first came into my room from the party and asked him to come over. My heart began racing. There I lay in bed, naked and sweaty, and all I could think about was how I was going to explain this one. I quickly went under the covers and thought for a second. An idea popped into my head. 

"Come here baby, I've got a surprise for you," I seductively said. I grabbed his hand, leading him under the covers. I placed his hand gently onto my chest. He felt that I was naked and he immediately smiled. He then leaned over and kissed me. My heart was still racing. "What if he had been 10 min earlier?" I thought to myself. I continued kissing him, relieved that he wasn't. 

The next afternoon was awkward for me as I walked by my brother and his girlfriend cuddling on the couch. She was giggling and smiling at him, gazing lustingly into his eyes. I just walked by as my eyes started to tear up again. I then realized I was crying because I wanted to be her. I went back into my room, escaping into my own little world where I could be.



An Evening to Remember



I'm fifty years old and have been happily married for 28 years. Our kids are grown and married and life is good. Yet something happened to me recently that really caught me off guard. We've known Joe and Sally for twenty years. A handsome couple, I've found myself envying Joe a time or two over the years as Sally has always kept herself in top shape. Recently, my wife Jenny was visiting family and I was batching for a week. Joe and Sally invited me over for dinner. This was not an unusual invitation. 

Sally was dressed to kill that night, so much so that I asked if we were going out instead of dining in. At 5'5", 125lbs 34c breasts, she looks fabulous. She assured me that dinner was at home and ushered me in for pre-dinner cocktails. After dinner, we were sitting around relaxing in the living room with glasses of brandy making small talk. As I relaxed, I noticed that Joe and Sally were getting antsy. Thinking I had overstayed my welcome, I started to make my excuses for going home, thanking them for a wonderful evening. Then Sally spoke.

"Don't go, Mike; at least not yet."

Caught off guard, I settled back in my seat and asked, "Is everything okay?"

Joe spoke, "Well, this is a bit awkward...." I looked back and forth between Joe and Sally as they fidgeted.

"What's this all about?" I asked, concerned for my friends.

"I guess there is no easy way to ask this;" Sally said, "So, I will just blurt it out. We'd like you to go to bed with us."

"What????" I was dumbfounded.

Sally continued, "We have come to the point in our marriage and our sex life where we'd like to try some different things, including a threesome. With all the concern over std's out there, we decided to play it safe. We've known you a long time and decided it would be safe to ask you. If your answer is no we will respect that and never mention it again." My mind was spinning as she went on. "Jenny and I have been close friends for a long time. I would never do anything to jeopardize that, so I asked her first if it was okay if we approached you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I'd be lying if I said I was not intrigued by the offer. In fact, I found my cock getting hard just listening to Sally. "You talked to Jenny? And she was okay with this?" 

As if on cue, my phone buzzed me letting me know I had a text. It was from my wife, Jenny, saying, "Go for it!"

I looked at Sally, who was smiling at me. Then at Joe, who was sheepishly looking around. "Joe, are you sure about this?"

He nervously smiled at me and said, "Yeah, actually I think it will be fun."

Sally was looking hot and now I knew why. I took a drink of my brandy and took a deep breath and said, "I'm in."

That was all she needed to spring into action. Sally got up and started to undress in front of us. Slowly and seductively she unbuttoned her blouse revealing a red lacy push-up bra. Her breasts looked flawless and my cock ached to get loose. Joe was leaning back watching his wife, clearly enjoying the show. Tossing her blouse aside, Sally continued to remove her skirt, revealing a matching red lace thong. For a woman in her late 40's she was pretty hot. She walked over to me and slowly turned around so I could admire her body. I couldn't believe what was happening. She knelt in front of me and placed her hands on my thighs. My cock was bulging against my slacks. "It looks like you need a little help here," she said; and with that, she moved her hands up my thighs to my crotch. She undid my pants and reached in and freed my cock from its confinement. It felt good to have it out, but then I remembered Joe and looked at him. He was looking at my cock and smiling.

Sally got up and went over to Joe and repeated her actions, pulling Joe's cock out of his pants. "Glad to see you boys are ready to play," she said.

I looked at Joe and then at his cock. I'd never seen anyone's cock hard in real life before. He was of similar size to me, maybe a little thicker. "You like what you see?" Sally asked.

I stammered and quickly looked away toward Sally. She was swaying seductively and smiling at me. "You'll get a closer look later on." My mind was a buzz at this point, not understanding what she meant, and not really caring at that point. She reached up behind her back and unhooked her bra and her ample breasts fell into view. She cupped each one in her hands and massaged them with her eyes closed, moaning with the pleasure she was giving herself.

Then she started playing with her thong, rubbing it, dipping her fingers behind the sheer fabric. She looked up at us and said, "You boys are a bit overdressed, don't you think?" Joe wasted no time in taking off his shirt and pants. As soon as I realized what he was doing, I quickly followed suit and shed my clothes. "Mike, would you sit on the couch next to Joe, please?" 

She didn't have to ask me twice. I was up and next to Joe in a heartbeat. Joe smiled at me, but said nothing. I noticed he was stroking his cock slowly and my eyes were drawn to his actions. Time seemed to stop as I watched him play with his cock. Sally broke the spell, "Hey boys, eyes on me," she chortled.

We both turned to look at Sally as she peeled off her red laced thong revealing a mostly shaved pussy. There was just a patch of trimmed hair resting above her clit. Damn she looked hot. Without really thinking, I grabbed my cock and started stroking it; a river of precum flooded out providing me with plenty of natural lube, which only heightened my sensitivity. Sally handed me her thong and then knelt in front of us.

She grabbed our cock holding hands and gently moved them away from our cocks, then she leaned toward my cock and started licking my shaft like a popsicle. I leaned back and moaned with pleasure. After a few moments she moved to Joe's cock and he responded similarly. I watched Sally lick Joe's cock and then lower her head and open her mouth, taking Joe's cock all the way down her throat. Joe continued to moan as Sally bobbed up and down his cock a few times. I watched intently hoping she would do that to me as well.

I was not disappointed. After a few deep sucks, she shifted to my cock and treated me to the best blowjob I had ever had up to that point. I had to push her away, fearing I'd cum too soon.

Sally got up and pushed us apart, sitting between us. She started playing with her breasts and then said, "I sure wish I had two hungry men sucking on these." Joe immediately leaned in and started to lick the nipple of the breast closet to him. Taking his cue, I shifted on the couch for better positioning and went to work on the other breast. Sally placed a hand on my head, pressing me toward her breast as she moaned with pleasure. My hand fell between her legs and I started moving up her thigh toward her pussy. When I finally arrived, she was sopping wet. I couldn't believe how wet she was. She was grinding her pussy into my hand as she pressed my head to her breast. I fingered her wet pussy as I sucked greedily on her breasts. She moaned louder and louder until she climaxed, pushing us both away.

Breathing heavily she said, "Oh my, oh my, that was incredible." 

I looked at her body, then at my wet hand. I moved my hand to my face, smelling her scent and licking my fingers. I couldn't wait to fuck Sally.

After she regained some composure, Sally stood saying, "Let's continue this in the bedroom." As we stood, she grabbed our cocks and pulled them together. Neither one of us said a word as she rubbed them together a bit. I didn't know what to think or say but it felt good so I stood there with my eyes closed. She shifted around and grabbed a cock in each hand and said, "Come on boys. Time's a wasting." She led us by the cocks like pull-toys into the bedroom. I couldn't have imagined what would happen next if I tried.

"Mike, lie down on the center of the bed." The bed clothes had been pulled back earlier so I complied with Sally's command. She jumped up on the bed and straddled me and then positioned herself directly over my face. I looked up at her wet pussy and licked my lips in anticipation. "Ready?" Without hesitation, I nodded my head and she lowered herself down on my face. 

I wasted no time in exploring her moist folds, licking and nibbling on her sweet pussy. My hands grabbed her ass as I pressed my face against her pussy giving her my best effort. Working away on her pussy, I almost forgot about Joe until I felt a hand on my cock. My eyes popped open and I gasped, looking up at Sally. Her eyes were closed in bliss as she grinded away against my mouth. I was in no position to protest. Then I felt a warm mouth licking and sucking my shaft and I knew my best friend was sucking my dick. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. He knew just what to do, where to touch, where to apply pressure, bringing me close to cumming, then backing off. My mind was racing, but my mouth was full of pussy, so I let go and tried to concentrate on eating Sally's sweet pussy.

A few moments later she started bucking against my face and moaning hard. I knew she was close. I positioned my finger against her asshole and started pressing. She moaned louder as her hole gave way to my probing and after only a few seconds more of my finger-fucking her ass, she clamped down on my face and came hard. Joe released my cock at just the right moment or I'd have cum with her.

She rolled off me, moaning and gasping for breath. "Mmmm Mike, that was wonderful. Did you like it too?" I looked at Joe, grinning at me, then back to Sally, "That was a first for me, to be sure."

"But did you like it? Did you like having Joe suck your cock while you were eating my pussy?"

There, she said it. She knew Joe was sucking my cock. She wanted my approval. I did enjoy it, very much. But could I say it? Could I say out loud that I liked having one of my best friends suck my cock while I ate out his wife? They were both watching me intently. I hesitated a moment then said, "Yes. It was the best blowjob I've ever had. Licking your sweet pussy was icing on the proverbial cake."

"Yes!" she exclaimed while clapping her hands together. "I only wish I could have watched." Again, as if on cue, Joe lowered himself down to my cock and started repeating his actions on my cock while Sally watched. "Oh yes, Joe, suck that cock. Suck him for me."

The scene before me was a bit surreal. Sally bouncing on her knees encouraging her husband who was working away on my cock like a seasoned pro. Before long I found myself coming close again so I pushed Joe away, still hoping for a chance to fuck Sally. He fell back with a smack of his lips letting us know he was enjoying himself. I never would have guessed he was a closet cocksucker.

Sally had a broad smile on her face. "You want to fuck me, Mike?"

I smiled and nodded, "Hell yes; I've thought of little else since we started this little game."

I want you to fuck me, Mike; but first I want you help me do one thing." I looked at her with a puzzled expression on my face. I glanced at Joe who was smiling away. Then she hit me with it. "I want you to help me suck Joe's cock. Then you can fuck my lights out."

There it was, out on the table. My mind was spinning. Could I do it? Could I suck a cock???

While I was deliberating the question, Sally had Joe lie down on the bed and she got between his legs and started to lick his shaft. I watched her intently, wanting very much to fuck her lights out. After a few moments, she looked at me and said, "Come closer, just watch me for a bit." Mechanically I obeyed and leaned in closer watching her masterfully suck her husband's cock.

This was as close as I had ever been to another guy's hard cock. I found myself starring at it as she licked and sucked it. I began wondering how it would feel to touch and stroke Joe's cock. As if she could read my mind, Sally stopped sucking and started stroking. She smiled at me and took my hand and pulled it toward Joe's cock. Again, I mechanically opened my hand and then wrapped it around Joe's shaft. It felt both strange and familiar. Somehow, I expected it to harder. I don't know why, but was surprised to discover it both hot, hard and smooth at the same time, sort of spongy.

Sally cooed, "Oh yes, Mike, feel his cock in your hand. Stroke it; play with it." Joe started moaning with pleasure as I stroked him. The sound startled me and I looked up at Joe's face. He was watching me, grinning, nodding in approval. I abandoned all resistance at the moment and began exploring his cock with my hands.

"Suck it," Sally commanded. "Go ahead and suck it, Mike. You know you want to."

I did. I did want to suck Joe's cock. I couldn't believe what I was about to do, what I wanted to do with Joe's cock. I lowered my mouth onto Joe's cock and let it slip past my lips. I began sucking his knob while stroking his shaft as Sally encouraged me. "Yes, Mike; keep going." Soon, I lost all sense of myself and started to stoke and suck his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world. I found I enjoyed licking and sucking Joe's cock. His response only heightened my pleasure at giving him pleasure. I began to experiment with flicking my tongue around the head; massaging his balls; grasping, squeezing and releasing his shaft while I sucked the tip. I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could until I started to gag a bit and backed off. I used my tongue to rub the underside of his shaft as I sucked out the precum that was oozing out. I was so caught up in what I was doing that I was startled when he tried to pushed me away. Sally was cheering me on talking about how hot it was to watch me suck Joe that I didn't want quit, so I resisted his push and redoubled my effort at sucking him off.

"Unless you want me to blow my wad in your mouth, you'd better stop!" At hearing this words I decided right then and there that I wanted to make him cum, to feel his cock explode in my mouth. Faster and faster I went with Sally clapping and encouraging Joe to cum in my mouth.

I felt his cock expand and I knew the time had come. He grabbed my head cried out while pounding my mouth and let loose. The first wad surprised me as it hit the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. The second and third blast filled my mouth and started leaking out of my mouth. I eagerly took all he had, squeezing and sucking until he collapsed back on the bed.

Sally grabbed my head and pulled me into a deep kiss, sharing Joe's cum while we kissed. She licked the excess cum off my face and kissed me again and again telling me that it was the hottest thing she had ever seen. I was so hard at that point that I kissed her back, grabbing her and spinning her around until she was under me. While continuing to kiss her, I grabbed my cock and directed it to her still wet pussy. I thrust my cock into her ready pussy with abandonment. She grabbed my back and pulled me toward her, screaming in my ear, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

I obliged, banging away, not caring or thinking about Joe, who was obviously watching me fuck his wife. Unfortunately, I was so far gone with everything that I didn't last as long as I'd have liked, so after only a few minutes of having her sweet pussy gripping my cock, I climaxed, filling her pussy with my cum. I collapsed on top of her as she hugged me close, still gripping my cock with her clenched pussy, whispering in my ear, "Oh Mike, that was so hot."

After I caught my breath, I reluctantly rolled off Sally. Grinning ear to ear, I leaned back and drank in Sally's beauty. She looked over at Joe and with a smile she crooked her finger at him. I thought he was going to come over and snuggle on the other side of her, but to my surprise he moved right down between her legs and started to lick off my cum, oozing out of her pussy. I watched intently as he dove his tongue in, pulling out more and more of my cum. He licked and sucked until she came again. Then he moved on top of her and opened his mouth and much of my cum dripped out on her breasts. Clearly is was mixed with some of his saliva, but it was mostly my cum. After emptying his mouth, he smeared my cum on her breasts, then offered his fingers to Sally, who eagerly licked them clean. He then pointed to the breast closest to me and said, "I believe that one is yours." Without further ado, he went to work, licking and sucking on the other breast, cleaning off all my cum. I smiled and turned my attention to the breast closest to me and started licking and sucking it clean. Sally moaned and squirmed with delight as we cleaned her up. After we finished, we laid down on either side of Sally enjoying the afterglow that comes with good sex.

Sally reached over and placed her right hand on my cock and her left hand on Joe's. She began playing with our cocks and it didn't take long before both of us were hard again. She sat up and asked us if we would suck each other in a 69 position while she watched. She didn't have to ask twice. We quickly positioned ourselves and I found myself staring, once again, at Joe's cock. This time I didn't need any encouragement. I leaned in and began to lick up and down the shaft. I played with his balls while taking his tip in my mouth and gently sucking it. Similarly, Joe was working magic in my cock. I couldn't tell you what I liked better – sucking Joe's dick or having him suck and play with my cock.

Sally was leaning back fingering herself and saying how hot we were. Then I felt Joe begin to play with my asshole. No one had ever touched me back there and the shock of it made me jump. "Oh Joe," Sally said, "must be a virgin ass." Joe continued to rub my hole, applying more and more pressure each time until his finger popped into my hole. I jumped again. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have his finger in my asshole. Soon he was plunging his finger in and out of my asshole while sucking my cock. Then he touched something deep within me that caused me to cum unexpectedly on the spot! I stopped sucking Joe and let the experience wash over me like a title wave. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

When he finished, I said, "What the hell did you do?"

"I massaged your prostate gland," he said. "Did you like it?"

"Like it??? It felt incredible," I said.

"There is only one thing that feels better," he said. 

"What's that?" I asked.

"Having a cock massage your prostate."

"Really?" At that point I was up for anything. Joe's cock was still hard. "Would you use yours to do it?"

Joe smiled at me. "I thought you'd never ask."

With Sally clapping in approval, I got on my knees and pointed my ass up in the air. Joe pulled out a bottle of lube from somewhere and poured a liberal amount on my ass. He worked the lube into my ass with his fingers, first one then two, as I moaned with pleasure. Never in a million years would I have thought having someone play with your ass could feel so good. Then he lubed up his cock and pressed it against my hole. "It may burn a little at first, but trust me, it will pass into pure pleasure," Joe said.

He spread my ass cheeks and pushed his cock against my hole. I bit my lower lip as the pressure increased and then I felt the tip of his cock penetrate. I groaned. He was right; it did burn a little, but I pushed back against his cock waiting for it to pain to pass. I felt his cock begin to glide into me, filling me like I've never been filled before. I moaned and grimaced with pain as he slid in until I felt his hips against my ass. He rested there for a few minutes to let my ass adjust to being filled with his cock. I was grateful. I began to relax and found that the burning did subside. After a few more minutes of resting, Joe began to slowly pull his cock out of my ass. But before fully removing his cock he began to push back. I found myself pushing against him, wanting him to be buried again in my ass. "Nice," he said. He repeated this action and soon I discovered that the pain had totally abated and I was enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my ass. Our tempo increased each time with commentary offered by Sally and soon I felt his cock expand and I knew he was close to cuming. I clenched my ass muscles together, squeezing his cock as he fucked me and I heard him, "I'm cuming; I'm cuming!"




An Evening to Remember



Sally added, "Cum Joe, fill Mike's ass with your cum!"

I felt his cock get even fatter and then felt it convulse, shooting wad after wad of cum deep in my ass. I reluctantly let him withdraw his cock and I collapsed on the bed. My ass burned a little, but felt good at the same time, if that is possible. I rolled over, and saw Joe and Sally kissing deeply and I smiled. "Hey you two... get a room!" I chortled. 

They laughed and fell on either side of me. Sally kissed my cheek and said, "Thank you, Mike, for playing with us. I can't wait to tell Jenny what we did."

Jenny! Shit! I hadn't thought of Jenny since I read her text telling me to go for it. "The three of you had this all planned out?"

Sally smiled at me and said, "Oh yes, Michael, and if you are willing, we have many more plans for the days ahead." 

I nestled back into the bed between by two naked friends, closed my eyes and said. "Hmmm I can't wait!"



An Evening to Remember



Kate started her day much in the same way as she normally would, pouring a cup of scalding black coffee into her favourite chipped Jack Vettriano mug. 

She padded across the wooden floorboards from the kitchen into her bedroom, pausing briefly to run her eye over the outfit she had chosen for the day. She smiled, happy that the black pencil skirt, white blouse and heels would work so well together.

Walking out onto her small balcony she turned her face towards the spring sun, enjoying the gentle warmth and breathing the crisp morning air in deeply.

Having finished her coffee, Kate walked back into he large en suite bedroom, flipped on the radio and headed for the shower. The Rolling Stones blared through the speakers, Mick Jagger's voice crashing roughly over the chorus of Satisfaction. 

She let the silk dressing robe she was wearing slip off her shoulders and hung it on the back of the bathroom door. Glancing up she caught a glimpse of herself naked in the full length mirror. Her light blonde hair was cut short, to just above shoulder length, and was still ruffled from sleep. Her nose was sprinkled with a dusting of faint freckles and she had full lips with strong blue, green eyes which flirted with the light. She let her eyes wander down her neck, onto her shoulders, stopping at her rounded, firm breasts, the pink nipples pointing out and up in the cool morning air.

Her skin was a light tanned brown, courtesy of a rare recent holiday to Bali, and her flat, smooth stomach the result of her regular runs through Kensington Gardens. Her eyes followed the curve of her hips in the mirror, and lingered when she caught sight of the small butterfly tattoo on her waist, a reminder of her time spent studying in Paris. She had beautiful legs, that always seemed slightly longer than they were and which reached up to a neat, closely clipped bush of light blonde hair. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be for tonight," she thought with a sigh and dived into the shower, the warm spray prickling her skin, splashing onto her chest and running down her stomach.

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Kate arrived at work early and settled in behind her desk to go through her emails, her hair now neatly tied back. She reached up to push a stray strand behind her ear as she completed a reply to one of the book publishers interested in a novel she'd been sent by an up and coming young author.

All Kate could really think about though was Jenny, the carefree American girl she'd met at a housewarming for some friends a few days before. They'd chatted about work, books, the theatre and travel and Kate had found herself attracted to Jenny in a way she'd never felt for another woman before. She had had her share of flings with girls, but Jenny was different. Jenny was smart, sassy, intelligent and charming and the way she moved, spoke and flirted simply demanded attention. 

Why was the clock moving so slowly? She really wished the day would hurry, Jenny was arriving at her flat at 6 and Kate wanted everything to be perfect.

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Later, Kate poured the wine from the glass decanter, filling both her and Jenny's glass a third time. The overhead light glinted, catching the full redness of the sweet Californian Merlot somebody had recently recommended. She was enjoying the wine, an intense rich flavour with a fruity tang that smelled mellow and warm. She settled back on the couch, moving slightly closer to Jenny, their legs brushing briefly. 

"How's the wine?" she asked, smiling over the top of her glass. "It's great, Californian too I think..." said Jenny. "Just something to remind you of home, do you miss it?" Jenny started to reply and then paused, taking a sip to think about her answer. "I've been enjoying London a lot more over the last few weeks actually," she said. "This cute English girl has been showing me around." 

"Well I'm glad someone is looking after you!" Kate teased and with that she put her glass on the table and leaned closer to Jenny, running her fingers along the inside of her friend's wrist. She snaked one hand up onto Jenny's neck, rubbing her thumb over the soft skin. "You're beautiful," she said softly. 

Jenny smiled and leaned in closer, the girls' bare legs now touching and turned Kate's face towards her. She leaned in and kissed Kate softly on the lips, the kiss was hot, sweet and wet from the wine, a reckless sense of abandon fuelled the feeling of intimacy. Jenny tasted fantastic, and she slid her tongue softly over Kate's lips before sneaking it into her mouth.

She'd been imagining this for weeks, and now Kate was playing out her fantasies, running her hands around Jenny's back, pulling her closer as their kiss became more fierce. Her right hand found its way up onto Jenny's shoulder and she broke away from the kiss, nudging Jenny's face with her nose, pushing her gently to one side so she could kiss her neck. She breathed in the heady mix of perfume and the smell of Jenny's hair, fresh, clean and sweet. She kissed once, twice, and then took a small bite of the skin, sucking before letting her warm lips close around the skin she'd bitten, drawing an instant moan of appreciation from her friend. She kissed her way down Jenny's neck, lower and lower, greedily soaking up her smell and the delicious taste of her warm skin. 

She kissed along the collarbone and down onto Jenny's shoulder, taking the strap of her black dress in her teeth. She tugged it slowly, deliberately down, letting the strap fall onto Jenny's arm. She moved back up to kiss her mouth again, pleased at how the kiss was more urgent, filled with a passion and the same deep need she herself felt. With her free left hand she slipped off the strap on Jenny's right shoulder, letting her dress fall downwards and could instantly feel the warmth of her big, full beasts through her own dress. Kate broke free from the kiss and looked into Jenny's soft brown eyes, "May I?" she said with a smile. "I've been waiting for weeks," Jenny whispered. 

Kate didn't need a second invitation and she moved downwards, enjoying the sight of Jenny's rounded, heavy breasts, the pink nipples already pushing outwards from the attention. Kate ran her right hand down, cupping one breast as she took the other in her mouth, rolling her tongue around the Areola, flicking it back and forth without ever touching Jenny's nipple. With her hand she cupped Jenny's other breast, her fingers twirling, teasing, mimicking the action of her tongue. Suddenly she took the nipple in her mouth, trapping it carefully between her teeth and flicked her tongue lightly over the sensitive skin. Jenny arched her back in pleasure and thrust her breasts forward, desperate to keep Kate's warm, smooth lips on her breasts.

Kate sucked her friend's swollen nipple, relishing the way it responded to her tongue and the feel of the stiff, sensitive bud in her mouth. Jenny's breath was coming slightly quicker now and her boobs were throbbing, the sensations of Kate's wet, hot mouth on her skin sending delicious waves of pleasure soaking through her breasts causing a familiar warm, tingling sensation between her legs. It was her turn now and she took Kate's face between her hands and pulled her up, kissing her deeply on the mouth, the two girls' tongues slipping and sliding over each other, the feeling intimate, arousing and rawly sexual. 

Jenny wasted little time freeing Kate's own breasts, quickly unzipping the back of her black dress allowing the material to fall away and reveal her round, firm boobs, the skin a luscious light tanned brown and the pink nipples swollen and already hard. She ran both hands over the curve of Kate's breasts, warm and soft and playfully tugged both nipples. Kate moaned, the action felt like an electric shock of pleasure streaming through her breasts. 

"Like that do you?" she asked with a naughty grin, her hands squeezing, rubbing, playing. "Oh God yes," Kate replied, leaning her head back, the light falling on the arch of her exposed neck, the creamy, smooth skin looking irresistible. "Stand up," Jenny ordered and Kate obeyed, her intense green eyes locking with Jenny's soft brown irises. Jenny stood up off the couch and put her hands on Kate's waist, a gentle but firm push turning her around so that she stood with her back to Jenny. Unzipping the black dress completely, she tugged it down over Kate's hips where it slid to the floor, collecting in a pile on the wooden floor. 

Kate turned back to Jenny who ran her eyes greedily over her body, taking in her full breasts, beautiful stomach and long legs. Kate wore black stockings which stopped at mid thigh and a tiny red thong, a small patch of wetness showing through the material an indication of how much she was enjoying herself. "Your turn," she said to Jenny and tugged her dress down, the material falling away easily, crumpling to the floor and revealing Jenny's gorgeous waist and the smooth skin of her stomach. 

Kate was surprised to see that Jenny wore no panties, a thin strip of black hair on her pussy looking stunningly inviting and she felt a wave of pleasure between her own legs at the sight. "Like what you see?" asked Jenny teasingly. "Hmmm yes, you're stunning," murmured Kate in reply. Jenny silently lowered herself to her knees and carefully, deliberately she took the front of Kate's thong between her teeth, running her hands along the back of both her thighs. She pulled the flimsy panties down with her mouth, locking her eyes on Kate's. She tugged the material until it fell to the floor, exposing Kate's pussy, her lips already moist and slick. 

Still running her hands up and down the back of Kate's thighs, Jenny kissed up the inside of her legs stopping just before she reached the neatly trimmed blonde bush of Kate's mound. She breathed in, savouring the sweet, musky smell of Kate's pussy. Rising up she kissed Kate's mouth, both woman's breasts touching, the feeling sending waves of pleasure through both. 

Kate ran her hand up the inside of Jenny's thigh, the skin soft and perfectly smooth. She found her slit easily, Jenny's lips drenched in her girl juice. Kate let one finger slip into Jenny's cunt, eliciting a moan of gratitude, the silky wetness slippery to her touch. She broke the kiss and slid her finger out of her friend's soft slit. She brought the finger to her mouth and sucked, licking the creamy wetness off. Jenny's pussy tasted delicious, sweet and tangy, "I think we should take this through to the bedroom," she smiled. 

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Jenny spread her hands out in front of her at the foot of Kate's double bed and pushed herself forward, her back arching as she let herself melt onto the fresh, clean duvet. The sheets were bright white and freshly washed with a gentle Lavender fragrance. 

Kate watched Jenny enjoying the softness of the bed and stared at her beautiful bum, the cheeks facing upwards, inviting. She walked slowly up behind Jenny and ran the back of her fingers up her thighs. With her head still on the bed, Jenny pushed her bum upwards, instantly responding to the attention. Kate could see her cunt, drenched with pussy juice, the wetness smeared along her lips and the inside of her thighs. She moved herself downwards bringing her face directly in front of Jenny's gorgeous vagina, she breathed deeply, taking in the deliciously warm smell that made her ache with lust, and then she ran her tongue from Jenny's clit, slowly up her slit to the wet entrance of her pussy. She let her tongue slide into the warm wetness, tasting the tangy, sticky juice. 

Kate broke free from her licking and crawled onto the bed next to Jenny, opening her legs and inviting the other woman to lick her too. Jenny smiled and started on the inside of Kate's thigh, her breath warm on the smooth, tanned skin. She began to kiss her way upwards, gently and deliberately taking her time. As she inched upwards, Kate parted her legs giving the other girl full access to her slick, wet pussy. Jenny began kissing Kate's outer labia, her tongue brushing lazily over the skin, driving Kate wild with desire. 

"God, your cunt smells incredible," she murmured. Jenny then switched her attention to Kate's lips, taking them into her mouth, savouring the taste and the rich, musky smell of her pussy. Jenny slid her tongue down to the entrance of Kate's cunt and slipped it inside, pushing as deeply as she could go. The more intense flavour of Kate's juice instantly assailed her tongue. The taste was sweet and almost salty, the sensation smooth, soft and incredibly erotic. She could see Kate's neat blonde bush and her gorgeous pink lips, swollen with pleasure and smeared, in a raw sexual way, with her saliva and pussy juice. 

Jenny pushed herself up and holding Kate's blue stare, she manoeuvred herself opposite her friend, opening her own legs and placing one between Kate's legs and one over the top of her thigh so that they were facing each other, their legs entwined, their vaginas almost touching. Kate instinctively thrust upwards as Jenny lowered her pussy until her lips began to rub against Kate's. It was an exquisite, electric feeling as their cunts met, lips sliding wetly together, slippery, warm and soft. Jenny began to thrust faster, turned on by the taste of Kate's pussy. The girls' juices mixed, creating a perfect lubricant as their vaginas slid backwards and forwards, both girls desperate for the sweet pleasure of release.

Jenny pushed Kate back onto the bed and with a hungry look she implored, "I need to cum, lick me... please". She turned her back to Kate, putting one leg over her body and edged her way backwards so that her pussy was right in front of Kate's mouth and, with her own mouth, she began to lick furiously at Kate's drenched pussy lips. 

Kate was close to a body wrenching orgasm and as she thrust her tongue into the milky sweet wetness of Jenny's pussy, she could smell her own pussy mixed with the heady aroma of Jenny's. Her cunt was throbbing as Jenny's tongue licked and lapped its way over her swollen, sensitive lips and the taste of both their pussy juices sent her crashing over the edge as wave after wave of pure, intense pleasure shook her body. Feeling Kate's pussy clench with the power of such a big orgasm triggered Jenny's own release, she pushed backwards, Kate's tongue still slipping in and out of her soaking vagina as her whole body gave way to a powerful, juddering orgasm.

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Later Jenny uncurled herself from the warm, naked embrace of her friend and made for the shower, she rested a while with one hand on the doorway, her hair rumpled and messy, a naughty, fun smile on her lips. "Feel like joining me in the shower?" she asked...



An Evening to Remember



Chapter 1

It was month earlier when Roberto had first discovered a wifi network was available in his house. Protected, but still with a nice strong signal.

He had just moved to Oakville, had yet to find the time to sign a contract with an internet provider. Because he was on the internet all day at work and on his mobile phone, having internet at home had not been a high priority for him.

But well, what the heck? Why not get the chance to brush up his network hacking knowledge, rarely used since the time when he was a nice young promising student of computer science at the university?

He checked out the network protection type: WEP. Yes! Those were the easier to hack. That algorithm had been considered unbreakable a few years earlier, but many people used it even today, without knowing its weak spots.

This was not even hacking: there were so many tools online to do it to choose from! He downloaded one and began the cracking procedure. Half an hour later, there it was, his new wifi internet access.

Roberto took advantage of the situation for some weeks, then, feeling a little guilty, began wondering who the heck he was stealing bandwidth from. He had always been a curious man and, out of curiosity, he decided to try to found out. That's how it all began.

He looked out the window, considering possible wifi users in his neighborhood.

In the house on the other side of the street lived an old couple. They probably didn't even use the internet. A single man with three dogs lived in the house barely visible on the left. He could be the one, but spent so much time out with his dogs, he seemed unlikely. In the big brown house on the right, lived a family with at least four persons. Three usually emerged from a black Kia Soul around 5 pm: a pretty woman, a boy around 4 or 5, and a baby, a girl from the pink color of her clothes; then a man, probably the pretty woman's husband, who left for work early and came home late in a classy Mercedes. They could be the users, but he wanted to find out. He did something his voyeuristic side was probably hoping he would do: he installed software to spy on the internet traffic on the network, and waited.

With no friends, no pets, lot of free time, and beer in the fridge, he spent a few hours each evening analyzing megabytes and megabytes of data: visited websites, chats, e-mails, pictures. All was saved on his external storage server. As he got to know the people he was spying on, he knew where to find interesting stuff.

Roberto found it out like that. The first e-mail thread: a girl was sending flirting e-mails to her lover, writing how much she wanted to play with another man: to return to those slight tickling sensations she had once felt with her husband, feelings only flirting could give her, being discovered by a man little by little, playing with words, getting those shivers down her spine again.

She was married, so she was from either the older or younger couple, and her name seemed to be Sidney. But unfortunately, Roberto didn't know any of his neighbors' names. Moreover, the woman was hesitant to give personal information about her.

The guy she was chatting with was mostly nice, but a little rough sometimes. It seemed as if he went easily out of his mind when turned on. At such times it was clear Sidney didn't like his behavior. Still, after a couple of days, the guy managed to get a photo from her.

And there it was now, showing on Roberto's monitor: a tall brunette, with a body no man would refuse to slide his hands on and lips made to be kissed. She was a girl anyone would like to have as his girl-next-door.

Actually, she was his girl-next-door: the Black Soul Woman.





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Roberto could not stop to think. He was almost feeling in danger by her strong presence now.

Sidney came back and sat on the sofa. She had realized by then what she was doing, but couldn't really stop herself. She lifted her legs again, but this time crossed one under her bottom, and stretched the other on the couch, squeezing her foot in the little space between Roberto's leg and the back of the couch. She was touching the bare skin of his leg with her foot, and wearing a big smile.

"So, what do you think? You like them?"

She lowered her face, took the stick of the glasses between her index and thumb, shifted them a little forward to the tip of her nose, and then watched him from above the lenses in a sexy move it could have been in a secretary porn movie.

It took some seconds for him to answer. Sidney was stunning; his head was already spinning with excitement. She was clearly joking, and a little high, but if that was not flirting, he was the pope.





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They stood up and took the dishes to the basin. She wore a pair of gloves and began washing them.

"Come here beside me, Roberto, I need someone to dry them!"

Sidney was more cheerful now, he liked it, so he gladly stepped by her side.

She washed the dishes and he dried it with an old rag, forming a pile on his side. They were really close, and every time she stretched her arm to put a newly washed dish on his side, her arm touched his chest and the side of her breast grazed him.

She was well aware of the contact, and liked it so much she tried to maintain it imperceptibly more, each time.

As for him, he was intoxicated by her perfume. They were so near he could smell her hair. That, mixed with the feeling of her soft breast touching his body, had turned him on already.

She stopped, and turned her head his way with a sorrow, needing smile.

"You know what, Roberto? I like you. You are a man I could fall for, but I won't: I can't get rid of that last hint of rationality left in my mind. I need it... I would get crazy without it."

He moved slowly, so slowly to give her the chance to retreat, but she didn't. His lips reached hers and he kissed them tenderly, caressing them, biting them, playing with them with the passion of the first time.

Her hands were still inside the basin. She didn't move, but answered the kiss with slightly undisclosed lips and closed eyes. She couldn't remember a kiss so slow and tender in his life: her husband was not the type to linger on details, he had always been a fast lover... and she'd always thought all men were the same.

He put a hand on her neck, caressing it slightly, and grazed his way down her back. Tickled her, teased her, as his kiss became more passionate, sucking her lips, biting them and undisclosing them more and more with his own; his tongue now looking for hers, as his hand slid on her hip and reached her butt.

His strong hand fondling her cheek was too much for her too. She sighed into his mouth with pleasure.

She was naked underneath, as she was used to be in summer at home, but didn't mind. She let him caress her, as his moves became bolder and bolder. His hand was moving towards the center, and she knew she couldn't, and wouldn't, stop him.

He lifted her dress, slid a hand under it. He had thought she wore a thong as the night before, so when he scraped his hand on her inner thighs and felt her wetness, he was gladly surprised. He pushed his hand a little above, and touched her lips. She was so wet she was already melting on his hand.

Sidney responded to his touch with a passionate kiss. Took off her gloves and circled his head with an arm, pulling his lips to hers to reach him deeper.

She spread her legs and pushed her ass a little backward as she moved her hips on his hand, asking him to rub her wet lips, to use her, to please her more.

His fingers slid on her little back hole. It was so wet, so exciting. He kept rubbing... that little space between her ass and her pussy... then ahead on the slit of her lips, and farther to her clit, rubbing it in little circles with his fingertips, caressing it, loving it. Then back, inside her. She was so wet; she pushed her hips on him swallowing two of his fingers with her sex, her juicy pussy waiting for pleasure.

His touch was so intimate she was feeling in heaven. He was inside her, his fingers were fucking her from behind and at that moment she knew she's hoped for that since the moment she called him.

He pushed his fingers deeper, than out, brought his hand to his mouth and licked them.

"Mmm... you taste so good Sidney... it's honey... "

Then slid his hands down again; one in the front, one on the back, as he was passionately taking her breath away with his kisses. A hand gently rubbing her clitoris, another from the back teasing her vulva, stretching her lips wider, gathering her wetness that was pouring out copiously.

"Come sit on the table, Sidney."

He took her hand, and guided her trembling legs to the near kitchen table. She sat there, he stood between her legs and kissed her. His hands fondling her breast, caressing and teasing her hard nipples. He lifted her dress, undressed her. He kissed her neck, then all the way down to her tits. He made love to them, sucking those wonderful nipples he was craving since weeks, and then he pushed her on the table. She laid there, naked, her spread legs hanging down the table, as he went down and down with his mouth. He sat on a chair between her legs. In front of him, the best dessert he'd hoped for: her pink, wet pussy, her shaved swollen lips aching for pleasure, an hairy triangle on the top, and so juicy he could already see a little puddle inside her.

He put his hand on her inner knees, caressed his way up spreading them more, widening the gap to ease his access to her naughty spots. His hands slid upper and upper, to her breast. His face was now just an inch from her clit and he could feel her arousing smell. He breathed on her sex; he wanted her to feel his gaze down there, to feel he was admiring her even like that. Then he took out his tongue, tenderly placed it in that small sensitive spot just above her little hole, pushed and slowly traced his way up. His tongue slid into the little nectar puddle; he pushed it deeper between her lips then up again, until he reached her clit, took it between his lips and began gently kissing and sucking it.

She was lying on the table with her eyes closed, shivering in excitement and totally at his mercy. Her husband did use to go down on her, but never with such passion and delicacy... it was like being adored, like being the most tasteful fruit in the world and him the happiest eater.

Sidney felt his orgasm raising slowly. His tongue was circling her clit with passion, sometimes going down all the way to her ass, then up again tracing and sucking her lips. He felt a hand on her leg again, and up... then a finger teasing her vulva as his tongue kept on working on her clit. She felt another finger, pushing his way inside her. He reached her cervix easily, kept on massaging and teasing her as her orgasm approached. She was trembling, her legs tensing, her back arching; he knew she was near.

Sidney she was feeling totally his. No shame anymore, just the pleasure of being there to be loved by such a man. She tensed; her breath became heavier, until it stopped. She opened her eyes, raised her head, took his head between her hands and kept it firmly pushed against her sex. The sense of domination that impregnated her body while doing that, was enough to unleash her climax. She screamed her pleasure as she was not used to be. She let it go; she wanted Roberto to hear it, to know what he had done to her.

Exhausted, she laid down to catch her breath, closed her eyes, and without the slightest hesitation said:

"Kiss me."

And so he did.





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I travel for a living, often gone for stretches of days up to a week. After crossing thousands of miles of ocean I am often very tired, even truly exhausted, when I arrive home. Most of the time I am looking for a glass of wine or a cocktail, a hug and some sleep when I stumble in the door. This time was different and my wife is the difference, and what a difference she is.

I open the door. And even though she knows I'm in town and on the way home, the dogs alert her loudly to make sure my entrance is well announced.

But this time there is no need for an alert. Jill stands in the kitchen with a cocktail in each hand, dressed in a black leather skirt along a virtually see-through black blouse. Her hair is beautifully done with a slight tussle to it and she is adorned in fire engine red lipstick with a shiny lip gloss enhancing her lips. Heavy rouge and eye shadow make her look like a page from a makeup ad in a woman's magazine. Under her top she is wearing an open nipple bra that presents her beautiful breasts in the sexiest way. Long, dangling rhinestone earrings match her choker. And black back-seamed stockings and her tallest stiletto heels finish the breathtaking presentation. Clearly we are not going to have a drink and sit in front of the TV tonight.

I loosen my tie and try to catch my breath. She is overwhelmingly beautiful and looks like a woman twenty years her junior. I'm taken aback by what I see. My curiosity is ramping up. My imagination is beginning to run wild. What is she up to? 

I gulp down the martini she has made for me and set the glass back on the bar. She sidles up to me and whispers seductively in my ear, "Grab a quick shower. Throw on some clubbing clothes. We are going out."

"Where to?" I inquire.

"I'll tell you when we are on the way", she responds.

The intrigue is killing me. While in the shower my mind continues to race, conjuring up all kinds of thoughts, ideas and scenarios. The excitement just continues to build as I grab clothes from the closet. I can't even remember the last time we went out to a night club for a drink. Why tonight? Why so provocatively dressed? It was totally out of character for her. She was normally very conservative in her dress. I had often fantasized about going out into pubic with her looking precisely the way she did tonight. I knew she would turn heads wherever that might be. I was getting aroused by just the thought of her being ogled by strange men in a bar, eyeing her bouncing tits through that sheer blouse with just the smallest hint of coverage of her long hard nipples. 

I dressed as quickly as I could, my mind so focused on her and the rush of it all that I even struggled to button my shirt. 

As I stepped into the living room, she brought me another martini. As I took it from her and began to drink, she raised her skirt to show me what could best be described as a crotchless thong and a freshly shaved pussy with just a small triangular patch adorning her pussy. 

"You like it?' she asked.

"Hell yeah. It's spectacular" I managed to stammer from my aroused state, now sporting a full erection inside my underwear.

She finished her drink, tantalizingly licking the rim to tease me even further. She reapplied her lipstick and lip gloss to their pristine condition. I grabbed the car keys and we walked to the car. I opened the door to let her in and she sexily entered, making sure I caught a glimpse of her slick pussy as she swung her legs into the car. The cool air of the evening made her nipples jut out to their full length, pressing hard against her blouse. I almost lost it right there. She was erotic as any time I had ever seen her.

I gathered myself, started up the car and pulled out of the driveway.

"Where to?" I asked.

"We're going to a bar" she said "Over at the Sheraton by the airport. Let's go and don't spare the horses" she grinned.

The bar was a watering hole for businessmen in town. It was semi-quiet; a place with a higher level of clientele than some local joint or a place that would attract a louder, younger, more rowdy group. It was sophisticated and classy but not overbearing; dim but not dark.

The drive was fairly short and all along the way she was turned slightly towards me with her back in the corner between the seatback and the door. She hiked up her skirt, pulled her crotchless thong apart and slowly worked her pussy so I could watch her until I could actually see her moisture glisten in the soft blue light from the car radio. All the while she licked her juicy bright red lips seductively and told me about how much she loved me and how much she wanted to make me happy. I assured her that she was making me happy ... VERY happy and how incredibly sexy she was.

At the hotel, we used the valet to park the car. He was a young kid, maybe in his early 20's. I thought he was going to explode in his pants as my wife exited the car, making sure to give him an eyeful of her now-wet pussy and her now swollen nipples. His dick went up faster than rocket, a huge bulge in his pants giving him away. I chuckled under my breath as I knew she had given this young man a thrill he would likely never forget and a story he could tell his friends. My wife was old enough to be his mother and this kid was drooling over her. If he had only known!

She walked through the lobby, drawing all eyes. We disappeared into the bar, getting a table that she picked out in the back corner. I think every guy in the bar had his eyes lasered in on her. She was without doubt the best looking thing that bar had seen in a very long time.

We ordered a round of drinks. My fascination with this was growing in leaps and bounds.

"What is this about? What's going on here?" I asked. "This is so out of character for you. I LOVE it. I've been trying to get you to do something bold and risqué forever and you've always been totally against it. What gives?" I prodded.

'You'll see. Relax. Enjoy your drink."

We chatted. I tried to make small talk that wouldn't destroy the moment. I was mesmerized by her beauty and her simply incredible sexiness and still dumbfounded that she was doing this. The suspense was overwhelming. All of my senses were ablaze. Why? Why now? Why here?

After a while, she excused herself to the restroom. Again, all eyes were on her. She was THE center of that universe. As she returned, another very nice looking lady came to the table and gave her a cordial hug and a kiss on the cheek and then whispered something in my wife's ear and proceeded to the restroom herself.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"She's a friend from work. I guess she just happened to be here and wanted to say hello. She wants to join us for a second. Girl talk I guess"

She exited the restroom and approached the table. I stood to greet her. For the first time in a while, I didn't have a hardon to try to hide. "Hi. I'm Sally."

I introduced myself. She sat immediately next to my wife and I sat back down on her other side. She was a very attractive woman, not as attractive as my wife and certainly not as sexily dressed. She was tall, about 5 foot 10 inches, long blonde hair that had a suggestive tussled look and an enticing figure with spectacular tits. She wore a tight fitting blouse that accentuated her assets and a short skirt that just barely covered her shapely ass. Like my wife, she wore considerable makeup that accentuated her high cheek bones and captivating doe eyes. And I noticed she had really full lips I asked what she was drinking and she said she wanted a Long Island Ice Tea. I couldn't find the cocktail waitress, so I got up and went to the bar to order a round for our table.

When I came back to the table, it would have been impossible not to notice that Sally had her right hand on my wife's left breast and was working her nipple through the blouse. It was clandestine unless you were in the immediate vicinity but it was very obvious from my viewpoint. I leaned over and placed the drinks on the table and then I spotted Sally's hand sneaking up under the edge my wife's skirt.

Well, my dick leaped back to attention and I sat down to hide the tent in my pants. I sat down, my heart pounding with excitement, anticipation and even an element of fearful anxiety. Now I understood what was going on. My wife and Sally had planned this all along and I was supposed to be there. My capacity in this was still a mystery. Now my brain is surging with questions and "what if's". Are all the players in this story known? Am I strictly an observer to the opening act of this play or am I to be an active participant or will I be sent away? 

With this emotional backdrop, I tried to engage myself. There wasn't much conversation at this point. The two girls covertly rubbed on each other and you could actually see the tide of passion mounting. Every element of body language was screaming out in the release of raw, unbridled lust. It was only a matter of time until the flames erupted at the flashpoint. 

Alice tore herself away briefly and leaned over to me.

"Go to the front desk. There's a reservation in our name. Check in and then come back to me"

Well, if I thought the anticipation was becoming unbearable, this turn of events cemented some certainty to the near future of the evening. I got up from the table, working hard at camouflaging my throbbing erection, and headed to the front desk. I checked in for our king suite and nearly broke out into a run for the girls' table.

The girls were still whispering back and forth while stealthily manipulating each other's clits. As I approached the table, Alice held up her hand and motioned for me to lean over to her. 

She again whispered in my ear, "Leave a key and go to the room. Order some champagne. I'll be up shortly. Oh, and ... my pussy is as wet as it has ever been in my whole life. It will be a night you could never imagine and will never forget." 

Sally winked at me suggestively as I placed one of the two keys on the table, retreated from the table and headed to the room. While incredibly excited about the prospects, I was mildly disappointed in what I might miss at that table.

On the way out I stopped by and ordered a bottle of champagne to the room and placed the bar tab on the room. A last glimpse of the girls engaged in kissing and petting propelled me to the elevator and our room.

Once there I felt like a fish out of water. The champagne appeared just a few short minutes after my arrival, but then I was left to my own imagination. My mind had been rushing all night long, ever since my arrival at home. I was being kept in a constant state of arousal. My imagination was literally sore from so much stimulation, spiced and sprinkled with equal doses of reality. 

After a few more minutes, but what seemed like an eternity, the girls walked into the suite. They were holding hands as they entered, throwing their purses onto the dresser, Sally wanted to know when I would pour champagne. Obligingly, I poured three glasses of champagne and we all sat down at the table.

Jill and Sally sip gently from their glasses, pausing between those sips to kiss each other across the table. I'm just a couple of feet away and it's like I'm not there. They are so consumed in their heated passion that they have totally tuned me out of the room. I'm little more than furniture.

As it gets even hotter between them, they stand up and have a full embrace, both of them rubbing their hands on the other's body. They almost waltz to the bed, flopping down in unison on the edge of it, and begin heatedly undressing each other. As they pulled off pieces of clothing, their hands and lips savored the freshly uncovered areas of flesh.

Sally pushed Jill down on the bed and dived between her thighs, placing Jill's legs between her shoulders and the crook of each arm. Jill's legs were totally elevated and there was nothing between her beautifully trimmed pussy and Sally's tongue.

Sally slid down to Jill's pussy and began to tongue it feverishly at first but then slowed down as if to savor every lap of tongue upon Jill's now erect clit. She tempered her passion with a methodology to extend the experience and elevate the peak that would inevitably follow. Sally deliberately worked up and down Jill's glistening pussy, lapping her juices on each pass, and also pausing at the clit each time to suck, nibble and twirl it with her tongue.

Jill's back was arching as the fire in her passion pit grew hotter and hotter. Her breasts and their long, hard nipples were pulsing with each passionate breath. Her hips undulated to perfectly match Sally's rhythmic exploitation of her pussy. She grabbed Sally's head and moved her arms with her to ensure that Sally wouldn't stop.

My cock was as hard as it's ever been as I watched the two girls fully engulfed in the fervor of the moment. Jill gasped as she reached her climax, arching her back even further and Sally's right hand immediately went to Jill's right breast, seizing the hard nipple and harshly pulling and twisting it as Jill shuddered in orgasm.

Sally held Jill briefly and without a word spoken, Jill rolled her over and began to return the favor. I had never seen my wife with another woman. Seeing her now shiver in orgasmic aftershock while she vigorously performed on Sally was a level of turn-on that I simply am unable to describe. My heart pounded and my dick bobbed obediently in tandem with my heart beats.

Sally was dripping in her own juices and Jill was dutifully licking her pussy, savoring each drip. She thrust her tongue in and out of Sally, pausing from time to time to work on Sally's clit. Jill was sweating as she put her entire physical being into servicing Sally. And Sally responded with a shattering orgasmic climax that cause the bed to shake as if it were in an earthquake. 

The two girls collapsed on each other, their juices and sweat mixing. I halfway expected to see steam rising from their bodies.

It was the most sexually electric experience I could possibly imagine. Only it was real. Very real.