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Sharing Kara

By: vaman23



It was her day. The trip to Boston without our kids was my idea, and after checking into a luxury hotel and putting a nice bottle of wine in the refrigerator, I spent the entire first day in the city with Kara, my wife, letting her shop to her heart's content. This delighted her to no end, as our little town doesn't have the shops and selection of a major city. She loved the attention I paid to her and the time I allowed for her to shop with no pressure to hurry it along. In short, she was in a great mood by the time the afternoon concluded.

Tired and hot on this summer day, we decided to duck into one of the local pubs for the cool, dark air and pints of ale. The place we picked was a few steps below street level. Quiet enough, nice atmosphere, but surprisingly, every table seemed was taken. "Look! The booth in the back is empty," Kara said. We swiftly walked back to claim it and almost sat down before we saw that a young man was sitting with his back to the door, hidden by the high back of the bench. He was quietly sipping a beer and seemed just as startled to see us.

"Oh, we're sorry!" I explained. "We didn't see you."

"Not a problem," he answered. "Are all the tables taken?"

"Yes, but don't worry. We'll sit up at the bar."

"No, you don't want to do that! Not nearly as cozy. You're welcome to sit here if you want. I'll be leaving soon."

"Don't leave on our account! But we will join you, if you don't mind."

The stranger motioned to the bench across the table. Kara put her packages on the bench beside him and she and I slid on the side facing our new friend. His eyes gave her a quick once over, subtle but deliberate. She was quite a pleasant sight—dressed for warm weather with a bohemian halter top with golden fabric draping down to her waist, and blue jeans that she was proud to wear because they actually fit. She had taken to wearing her brown hair a bit longer than had been her habit in recent years and the halter playfully showed off her still firm breasts without being too revealing. She wore emerald earrings and matching necklace that picked up on her hazel green eyes. She looked more exotic than I recalled in recent memory.

As an observer of the observer, I also saw him briefly glance at the shopping bag. It included the usual names—Macy's, Ann Taylor, Chico's—and a package from French Dressing, a small lingerie boutique on Beacon Hill. A glimmer of a smile betrayed the fact he'd noticed that parcel.

I judged he was a little younger than us, with less of the middle aged settling that I felt was so apparent on my body and perhaps less so on Kara's. He had short dark brown hair and, appropriately enough, a five o'clock shadow. His hands were folded around the base of his glass and looked strong and sinewy. He wore an open collared cotton shirt with a trace of dark hair above where the second button closed it.

I offered my hand across the table. "I'm Jeff and this is Kara."

"Glad to meet you." He shook mine, then hers. "I'm Ken."

"Thanks for letting us sit here. Must be rush hour for pubs!"

"Yeah. The commuters' last chance for a drink before heading out to Medford," he said, as if he might be glad to see them clear out.

"So you live in the city?" I offered. He nodded. "Well, then, you might be able to give us some good information on little know sights!"

Ken leaned forward with a slight smile. "I'd be glad to."

Our drinks came, then a second round, and we talked for some time—maybe thirty minutes. Kara was having fun making friends with this attractive stranger and I was happy to see her in such a great mood. Ken made a silly joke about typical Boston tourists, playfully mocking them while noting how easy they were to spot. Kara laughed and brushed her hand against his knee, involuntarily retrieving it as if she was surprised by a spark.

"Where's the rest room in this place?" I asked.

"I'll show you. I need to visit it myself." Ken answered, and then added to Kara, "If you'll be alright by yourself."

"I'll be fine," she breezily replied. "Imagine. It's the guys who are going to the bathroom together instead of the girls!"

"Ha, ha!" I answered.

Once we were standing at neighboring urinals in the men's room, Ken volunteered, "Kara's really a lovely lady!"

"Not bad for fifty, eh?"

He looked amazed. "Fifty? No way! I'd have said she was forty, max!"

"How old are you, Ken?"

"Thirty-nine. Seriously, my guess would have put her younger than me."

"Well, she's been a little self-conscious of the effects of gravity and a little added weight, but I think she's holding up fine."

"I hope you're not offended, but I can normally tell a woman in her fifties by how her breasts sag. I don't notice that at all with Kara."

"So you noticed!"

"Gosh, man. I don't mean anything by that! Just that she's in great shape!"

"I was just teasing. I'm complimented that you noticed her. And from what I could tell, she was too!"

Ken waited a moment while putting himself back in his pants.

"Listen, this is going to be forward as hell, so just say the word and I'll disappear. But I just want to say that if you ever wanted to share her, I'd be..." 

"Honored?" I laughed.

"Sorry, Jeff. I'm not..."

"Ken. I'm complimented. I have to confess that, well..."

"What?"

"Well, it's a long standing fantasy of mine, and you're certainly the kind of guy I'd imagined it with."

"What would Kara say?"

"That I can't answer. I saw how attracted she thinks you are. Tell you one thing, though."

"What?"

"She's got to think it's her idea."

Ken looked at me quizzically, but I said, "We'd better get back or someone else is going to beat us to her. Let me ask her something after we get back."

He nodded and we made our way back to the rear table. The place was noticeably more crowded and I felt a little panicky at having left Kara alone. She was getting some looks, which she deftly deflected, but I felt like she was glad to see two familiar faces emerge. I was struck that one of our faces would have been unfamiliar an hour earlier.

We settled back into the booth and I announced, "This place is getting too loud to get much more conversation in, plus the bar bill's going to break the vacation budget. Why don't the three of us go back to our room and open a bottle of wine?"

Ken immediately understood what I'd meant earlier and Kara amazed me by quickly agreeing. I think she was threatened by being one of the few women among so many men, but being the only woman with two men didn't seem to faze her.

We settled our tabs and left.

The hotel was across Boston Commons, on Avenue de Lafayette, and Ken and I walked with Kara in between us. He smiled warmly at her and she contentedly looked at him and then me, saying she much preferred our company to the "vultures" in the pub.

"They're just jealous of us," I said.

She beamed. Either she didn't pick up the sexual innuendo of my statement or it didn't bother her. I carried her bags with one hand and offered her my other arm. Ken did the same and she walked arm in arm in arm with us back to the hotel.

Our suite offered superb city views with a living area separated by French doors leading to a king-size bed with ultra-plush pillows, piled atop a pillow-top mattress. The sun was just getting low in the sky above Cambridge. We left the shopping bags in the bedroom and settled in the living area.

"Make yourself at home." I motioned to Ken, while fetching the bottle of wine out of the fridge. I uncorked the bottle and poured three glasses of pinot gris, offering one to Kara, then Ken. Ken had wisely claimed the love seat, and Kara sat beside as naturally as if he'd been a sibling.

"To new adventures!" I toasted, catching Ken's eye as he glanced at my wife.

We sipped our wine and let Ken fill us in on the "must-do's" for a vacation in Boston. After giving us more than enough to fill our three days in his city, Kara said, "I think we've taxed Ken enough for one night. Maybe we should see if he has anything to ask us."

I was startled at this opportunity. Ken was not about to miss it.

"I'd love to see your new outfits," he announced.

Kara excitedly retrieved the packages and showed him a new sundress, two pretty blouses, a wrap around skirt...

"No, I think he wants you to model for us, honey," I interrupted.

"Oh!"

She had had just enough alcohol that she gave us a "what the hell" look and retreated into the bedroom with her outfits, closing the French doors behind her. She came out with each new item, did a little runway twirl, and sashayed back into the bedroom to change into the next. We applauded lightly. She was having fun showing off to her private audience. I could tell she really liked Ken. I could only imagine how far the two of them would have gotten at this point if I wasn't around.

After the last new garment had been shown, she came back barefoot wearing the halter top and jeans.

"Wasn't there one more package in your shopping bag?" Ken asked.

For the first time, Kara blushed, but then raised her chin and smiled.

"Yes, as a matter of fact..." and went back once more into her changing room.

Ken and I smiled broadly at each other.

Kara came back wearing a short black negligee with a matching bikini bottom. It was not a revealing garment any more so that a swimsuit, but the fact that she was wearing it with two men who were obviously taking it off with their eyes was almost overwhelming for me. I realized that I too was seeing this outfit for the first time and, like Ken, was growing hotter by the moment. 

"Another glass of wine?" I emptied the bottle in the three glasses and Kara reclaimed her place on the love seat next to Ken.

She looked at me mischievously.

"Honey, don't forget. I bought you something, too."

I'd forgotten! While we were in Macy's, she had me buy a two-pack of white silk boxers. She claimed it would feel wonderful underneath my wool blend suits in this kind of weather.

"Do you want a little show, too?" I teased.

She nodded with a grin.

"Come here, Ken. There are two of them."

He was close enough to my size I knew the boxers would fit fine. He feigned reluctance, but joined me in the "changing room". I handed him his pair and we began stripping out of our street clothes. He glanced at me, without talking, because Kara was within earshot, but clearly conveying that he couldn't believe how well this was working out.

We both laughed when we saw each other's excitement before slipping into the boxers. He was not huge, but had a nice looking cock with a more prominent head than mine. His chest showed evidence of a commitment to working out. Mine showed more of a refusal to give up good food and beverage, though I dare say I wasn't in bad shape. Ah, youth!

We stepped into the living room. Kara had turned on some light jazz and motioned for us to twirl and let her take in the "beefcake". She smiled approvingly and we sat with her.

"Well, now you know what it's like to be fully clothed and yet not really hiding anything," she teased.

"You were right about this material. It feels quite wonderful!" I said.

"Really? Let me touch it." She reached over to my chair and stroked the fabric against my upper leg. When she did, her black silk covered ass faced Ken directly. His boxers twitched noticeably, but only I saw it.

"Now why did you reach all the way across here? Ken is right beside you."

"Of course you're right, honey. I just didn't want you to feel lonely over there."

She settled back down and Ken tucked himself between his legs so that his boxers wouldn't look like a pup tent. She reached over and touched the fabric on his leg.

"Would you like to touch my silk, too?" she cooed.

He reached over and stroked her negligee on the top part of her breast, letting his hand linger for a moment while he looked into her eyes. She broke his gaze for a moment, looked back at me, and back at him, taking his hand in hers and moving it lower to her nipple. He advanced gradually closer.

"I told your husband earlier, but I think I should tell you. You are an absolutely beautiful woman!"

With that, the space between them evaporated and they kissed, softly at first, then moaning and harder.

"I think I should tell my husband that I've wanted you since the pub."

Ken looked at me. "I am going to make love to your wife." 

I nodded and smiled, "Yes, you are!"

I watched them as she ran her hands up and down his sculpted chest and belly and along his elastic waistband. He cupped her breasts, then untied the front of the negligee, allowing him to press skin upon skin.

As they continued kissing, Kara wrapped her outer leg over his and they embraced seductively. Her negligee was nearly off now and her hand returned to his waistband and began pulling it down. With his help, she managed to free his cock. She stopped kissing for a moment to take in the new sight. To my knowledge, she had not touched another man's cock in twenty-five years of marriage. She felt him and he moaned as if the touch would make him cum.

She positioned herself in front of him, knees on the floor, and continued pulling his shorts until they were off. With a hand on each of his knees and looking straight into his eyes, she parted his legs and moved toward his crotch. Her breasts touched the insides of his thighs as she gently held his cock in her hands and began to kiss, fondle, lick, suck. His head cast back and he looked blankly at the ceiling as she carefully manipulated him with mouth and hands. Simply put, he was in heaven.

In a few more seconds of bliss, he went over the edge, but not a drop of his passion left its stain on the love seat. She kept him in her mouth until he went soft and then she stood, as if lording over a subdued captive, and moved away from his spent manhood. He weakly motioned to her, but didn't rise from his spot.

Kara, my wife, then strode four feet over to where I was sitting, similarly costumed in white silk boxers. She shed the negligee and tossed it over my head. I smelled the passion strong in the fabric. Standing topless for an instant, she then lowered herself to come face to face with me. She removed the garment and pressed her lovely lips to mine, opening her mouth as if to say, "This is the part of me that just gave another man so much pleasure. This is where he spilled his seed." She frenched me and I met her tongue with mine. The slight stickiness, the hint of saltiness, gave even more rise to my own cock. I didn't remember her ever being so completely a sexual creature.

After a few moments, she lowered herself to my legs and parted them as she had Ken's. Similar performance, similar finale! Ken watched, so enthralled that his softness began to give way to another erection.

"Now, it's my turn," she softly stated, but in a way that made no mistake about her conviction to dictate the next move.

She picked up her negligee and draped it over her shoulder with one finger. The sight of her standing with one leg forward, breasts freely displayed, and black bikini still intact was enough to begin my recovery. She swished around and walked slowly into the bedroom with cool self assurance that we would be close behind.

Ken and I looked like spear carriers in a budget production of Aida. Kara turned and sat regally on the edge of the bed and we approached at theatric angles from her right and left. With her head tilted slightly downward, then shifting nose upward as if she was ready to assume her role of queen for the evening, she held us at a distance with her eyes. When she beckoned, again wordlessly, we walked forward. This was not with a sense of choreography, but completely spontaneous, as we were all players in a naturally unfolding drama.

She lightly cupped Ken's balls in her left hand and mine in her right and ever so gently pulled us to the center, until the heads of our cocks were touching. We each had a slight spasm at the sensation. She smiled delightedly. Moving from scrotum to shaft with each hand (who knew she was so ambidextrous?) 

Controlling each of us firmly, now, she made circular motions of one head against the other. I found the sensation electric and I could tell Ken did, too. She leaned forward and placed her lips at the place where the two heads met and opened, exposing her wet tongue once more. She had us hypnotized. She then moved from left to right, Ken from head to base, back to me, head to base. She pointed us toward her and took one, then the other in her mouth, as if she was trying to choose which one she enjoyed most.

Then, in one fluid motion, she spun around and positioned herself horizontally on the bed, with her feet toward the pillows and her head slightly hanging over the edge at the foot. She slipped out of the bikini, showing her natural bush for the first time. All of us were now naked. With an outstretched arm, she beckoned me to come forward. The pillow-top bed was raised enough that my cock was just above the level of her face. She licked my balls playfully, then, as if she'd forgotten him, said to Ken, "I have somewhere else I'd like you to be."

He didn't have to be told twice to go to the head of the bed. Looking like a swashbuckler with his blade unsheathed, he stood on his knees and looked down on his prize. Kara left her focus on my rod for a moment to part her moist labia. It opened like a secret passage for Ali Baba, and he rubbed those lower lips with his large knob until she moaned again. Slowly, he let the head sink into the slit, all the while moving it north and south along the opening. Lower and lower it sunk into her until he let go with his hand and began rhythmically pumping from his well-muscled hips. Soon he was buried in her tight hole and both of their faces held looks of ecstasy. 

As they settled into a unity of motion, Kara again turned her attention to me. She took me in her mouth and sucked as Ken fucked her harder and harder. She nearly lost control, gained a little composure back again, and then completely lost it as Ken thrust deeply into her pussy, pumping it full of his semen. His throbs were echoed by deep gasps that escaped from her throat. I resigned my sexual position and moved down to kiss her—her lips, her throat, her erect nipple, her goose-bump covered arms.

Within minutes, we were reduced to a heap of perspiring, heavy-breathing bodies on the king bed—Ken and I with our queen between us.

After a few minutes—or maybe hours, I don't know—we began to stir. We'd fucked through dinner, so I suggested we order room service for three. I phoned in three chicken Caesar salads and six beers. We didn't bother to dress. Instead, we lounged around the bedroom laughing and playing like children in a wading pool. Other body parts were enjoyed—toes, elbows, fingers, feet—as we sunk into a genuine openness and feeling of utter relaxation. In the instant later that the knock came on the door, I wrapped a blanket around me like a toga, and guided the attendant into the living area where he rolled the tray table into the center of the room. The French doors were open and he clearly saw that the room held not only me in my toga, but two others who were apparently not dressed at all. (They had modestly pulled sheets to cover them at least superficially.) I signed the bill, designating a generous tip, and he left with a sly grin.

We sat in the living room, completely nude, eating salads washed down with cool beer. What a hunger we'd work up!

"You didn't order dessert!" Kara complained.

"I know what I'd like for dessert!" Ken responded.

We both looked at him a little amazed. Was this gentleman insatiable? Could be, I thought. There was a time that I was good for five or six times in a night.

He surprised us with what he said next. "I'd like to watch the two of you. It would be a privilege watching the two of you make love."


Sharing Karen



Chapter 1

"Honey? Can you come here for a minute?" Karen called out. "I need your opinion on something."

My wife, Karen, was perhaps the most caring, easy-going person I'd ever met and she also happened to be a pleaser. Her truest desire in life was very simple—to feel loved and cared for and in return, she'd do anything for the man who made her feel that way. She was not only pleasant and good natured; she was also a very pretty woman who was almost completely unaware of just how good looking she was. She'd been married before and although her first husband was himself a good-looking guy, he was verbally abusive and a serial cheater. Karen was every bit as attractive a woman as he was a man, but after 12 years with this guy, her self-esteem hit rock bottom. 

I met her when I was a senior in college and working part-time as a barista at one of innumerable Starbucks in the downtown Seattle area. Karen worked as a receptionist for a family practice doctor across the street and she came in most days for a few minutes during her lunchbreak to have a cup of coffee. No lattes, no cappuccinos. Nothing fancy. Just a cup of plain black coffee. She'd usually sit there and sip from her cup while she read a book or leafed through a magazine. Occasionally, she'd just watch people walk by. She had what could best be described as a forlorn look in her eye which spoke of some deeper, hidden sadness I couldn't begin to understand.

It was impossible not to notice her. I couldn't be sure of her age, but my sense was she probably about 30. I had to admit plenty of cute girls and attractive women stopped by every day, and talking to them was one of the few perks of the job. But cute girls didn't do it for me. Karen did and in a big way. Most guys pay no attention to what a girl is wearing. All that matters is whether or not they can get into their pants. But I had a thing for a certain kind of look that might be strong enough to be called a fetish. Fetish or not, what a woman wore was very important to me. I needed a girl to be physically attractive to me and to also wear stuff I liked or I just didn't have much interest. And Karen almost always wore what I like. That, coupled with her obvious physical beauty is what attracted me to her so strongly. It got to where seeing her for those few minutes was the highlight of my day.

I had no reason to believe Karen might ever be interested in me. The age difference alone was likely enough to preclude even a first date, and from all appearances she had money—or at least a husband who did. If I may say, I felt like I was at least competitive in terms of looks. I mean, judging by the endless string of hookups I'd had with various cute co-eds, I had to believe girls considered me a pretty decent-looking guy in my own right. I took good care of myself and had been working out six days a week since my junior year in high school. I alternated between running and weight lifting Monday through Saturday, and although I didn't play sports in college, I had wrestled and played football in high school. Not to get too personal, but more than a few girls had told me my best features were what some called "girly" eyes, a perfect smile thanks to the 18 months I spent wearing braces in high school, and a full head of very thick black hair. 

Working against me with a woman like Karen was the fact that I had no real job, no income, and I as I mentioned, my relative youth. Oh, and then there was that whole big-ass diamond ring on her left hand thing. So even if she did consider me attractive, that ring meant there was some guy who did have a good job and with whom she was almost certainly in love or at least put with to keep the money coming in. But there's no harm in dreaming, is there?

I made it a point to say something nice to her every time I took her order and whenever possible, I looked for some excuse to talk to her if only briefly. When she ordered her coffee I'd say something like, "You look very nice today" or perhaps, "I love your sweater. It's very pretty." She was always polite in return and never failed to smile and thank me. More than once she told me I was a real sweetheart. A sweetheart. Gee, that's just what every guy wants to hear from the girl he has a crush on. That's almost as awesome as being called a teddy bear.

When she finished her coffee, I was always right there hoping to get another opportunity to talk to her. I'd go over to her table, smile, and ask, "Can I get you anything else today?" or, "Can I take this for you?" Any reason to just say hello. 

After a couple months of this, I finally got up the nerve and decided to ask her name. She'd just sat her cup down when I magically appeared as always and said, "Excuse me, ma'am. I was just wondering if you'd like another cup or if I might be able to take that for you." My plan was to follow up with something about how often I'd seen her there and see if perhaps she'd at least tell me her first name. But as they say, a plan is only good until the first shot is fired.

This time, she didn't smile. She just stared out the window and said quietly, "No, thank you. I don't think my husband would approve of me spending any more money on coffee today." She didn't even bother to look up. 

I was so shocked at her comment I wasn't sure what else I could or even if I should say anything at all. I picked up her cup and started to walk away then stopped, turned around, and said, "It's really none of my business, but well...unless your husband is out of work, he's either a total ass, a fool, or both."

The spell Karen seemed to be under was momentarily broken. She turned abruptly from staring out the window and looked directly at me. I thought I was gonna get a dose of "mind your own business, coffee boy" when she smiled and said, "Your name is Cal, isn't it?" I decided against asking her if my name tag was her first clue as I was amazed to learn she'd even notice. "You're here pretty much every day it seems." She paused for a moment and then continued. "You're always so pleasant and friendly. I appreciate that very much. I'm Karen, by the way." That wasn't how I anticipated getting the information I wanted but I now at least knew her name.

"It's nice to meet you, Karen." I paused for a moment then said, "I don't know what I was thinking getting involved in your personal business like that. I'm really sorry. It's just that you're such a beautiful woman it's hard to imagine anyone not appreciating you and wanting you to give you everything you want. Any guy who's worried about the cost of a second cup of coffee doesn't deserve you." 

Karen was staring at me to the point where I felt uncomfortable so I did the only thing I could think of and apologized again. Karen just kept staring at me and this time I was sure I was going to get it with both barrels. Instead, she began to tear up. She reached for her purse and grabbed a tissue to use to dry her eyes. 

Now I felt like shit. I clearly didn't have a way with words so again, I just told her, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I was trying to..."

She half looked up as she was dabbing her eyes and said softly, "Will you please sit down? I know you're working, but if you could maybe just sit with me for a minute?"

After three years at the same store, I'd risen all the way to the lofty position of assistant manager so no one was there to tell me to get back to work. I looked over at the register and saw that Cherrie was taking orders so I said, "Yeah. Sure. I can do that." I pulled up a chair and asked, "Are you okay, Karen?"

Karen was still blinking away tears and trying to keep her mascara from running. "Yes. I'm fine. Or at least I will be." She placed the tissue on the saucer next to her and grabbed another. "I just wanted to say 'thank you' to you."

I had no idea why and Karen saw the puzzled look on my face. "I wanted to thank you for always being so kind and for always saying something nice to me. And I honestly can't remember the last anyone told me I'm beautiful." She sniffed and dabbed then said, "Even if you were just being nice to an older woman, it was really wonderful to hear. At my age, it's not a word people use to describe me anymore." Karen finished dabbing her eyes and said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into this mess—my 'pity-party', if you will. I'm just so tired of feeling tired and being treated like a child and...being controlled and...wanting something...more." She stopped again as I sat there listening before saying, "And thank you for listening. What I wouldn't do to have a man in my life who listens to me and cares about what I think. You're really very nice, Cal. Thank you again."

I was dumbfounded. Being so young and having never been married, I didn't realize that beautiful women were often lonely and that beautiful married women often stayed in unhappy marriages for reasons that made no sense to an outsider. Not the least of those reasons were financial in nature and children could always play a significant role in deciding to stay in an unhappy relationship. That naïveté led me to blurt out, "Okay, I don't know your situation at home, but I just don't get it. You're easily the most attractive woman who comes in here and it doesn't make any sense to me that you could be so unhappy." I should've stopped there but just ploughed ahead. "If you were my wife, I'd do anything and everything every day to make sure you knew just how beautiful you are and how important you are to me. If your husband doesn't do that...well...then you should consider leaving because he doesn't deserve you. More importantly, Karen, you deserve better."

Karen began to tear up again. All I could manage to say was, "Oh, no. I did it again. I seem unable to say anything right today. I've made you cry twice and my only intent was to try and make you feel better." I stood up to leave then told her, "That's not completely true. I actually came over here hoping to work up the courage to ask you your name. Had I known I was going to cause you so much grief and pain, I'd have minded my own business."

Karen laughed softly then said to me, "You are so sweet." She looked down for a moment then managed a smile as she said, "And cute, too, by the way. And for the record, let me say again you're not the one making me cry. In fact, you've made me feel good again or at least feel something other than dead inside for the first time in a very long time. And well, you've also made me think. So for all that, let me again say thank you." Another pause, "And for the record, my husband is a senior executive with Microsoft and I have my own job. It's just that he's so controlling and so..." Karen stopped abruptly. "Go ahead. I'm keeping you from your job. You don't need to listen to some old woman prattle on about any of her personal problems. I'm the one who needs to apologize."

Nothing more was said that day but from then on I made it a point to try and chat with her briefly without fawning all over her. She always seemed genuinely glad to see, but our conversations were mostly limited to small talk and nothing more. Neither she nor I ever brought up the subject of her husband again. 

Then one day, about a month after our first and only talk, I noticed something conspicuously absent from her left hand. The wedding ring was gone.

I didn't say anything about it for a week or so and then one day Karen surprised me when I went to bus her table. As I cleared her cup, she asked me if I had a few minutes to talk. I told her I could take my break a little early which I did. I sat down next to her and she said, "I wanted to both tell you something and then ask you something." She looked at me as if to seek my approval but I didn't speak. I just sat there in a way that let her know I was listening. She continued, "Our short talk a few weeks ago forced to me confront just how bad things had gotten in my marriage, and last week I finally worked up the courage to tell my husband I want a divorce. I won't bore you with the details but it got to the point where I felt like he not only took me for granted but that I was just a prop he could use at important business events. But the worst thing was his constant need to control every aspect of my life down to how much money I spent—even the money I earned from my own job. I'm not exactly young anymore but I realized I don't want to waste another year—another day—living with someone who makes me feel small and...worthless. You're not the cause of the breakup but your kind words gave me the courage to do what I should have done two or three years ago. So thank you." Karen paused then smiled at me. "I seem to spend a lot of time thanking you, don't I?"

I didn't answer. I decided to sit and listen them time rather than open my mouth and insert my size 10 foot.

Karen continued, "So that's what I wanted to tell you. Now I have something I'd like to ask you." Karen fidgeted a bit, looked away, and then back toward me. "I've had to work up my nerve to do this for a few days so please be nice if you don't want to. I won't be offended if you say no—I promise. You'll probably think I'm crazy for even asking but...well...maybe I am...crazy." She smiled then said, "We're having an office party this Saturday evening and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to...you know...go with me?" 

Karen's face showed both concern and vulnerability. I wanted to kiss her so bad it was killing me. The look on my face probably caused her a lot of concern because as I started to answer, Karen stopped me and said, "Oh, my God. I am such an idiot! I've never asked a guy out before and that had to sound incredibly lame. An office party with a woman old enough to be your mother and..."

I reached out and took her hand and then interrupted her. "Karen?" I waited for her to look at me. "If you'll slow down and please take a breath, I'd like to respond, okay?" I waited for her to relax then said, "First of all, the answer is yes, I would love to go with you. Honestly? I would be honored to go anywhere with you anytime. And no, it did not sound lame in any way, shape, or form. In fact, it sounded pretty wonderful to me. And for the record, my mother is 45 years old and you're nowhere near her age and frankly, you don't look anything like my mother." I smiled at her and the way she smiled back at me caused the beginning of an old familiar stirring down south. I then added, 

And I'm hoping your age is something you won't mention again because it means absolutely nothing to me." 

Karen put her other hand on the two of ours that were already joined. "Really? You want to go with me?" Karen's eyes were dancing. She hesitated for a moment and said, "I know you said you don't care about my age but before you decide for sure I should warn you that while I'm not 45, I am...almost 32. I'm just guessing here, but something tells me you're still in college and as cute as you are, I really must be crazy to think a cute, young guy like you would want to go with a woman who's as old as...oops, sorry." Another pause. "So now that you know my age, are you sure you still want to go with me?"

I added my other hand to the mix and squeezed hers as I looked into her eyes. "I am still in college. Well, for the next three months, anyway. And yes, I am 100% sure I'd like to go with you. Oh, and just so you know, I'll be graduating in June and I have a pretty decent job lined up but until then, this is the only job I have and my only source of income. Truthfully, your age means nothing to me, Karen, but mine may be an issue for you and if it isn't, my lack of serious employment has to be. So the real issue here is are you sure you want to go out with a 22-year old who makes coffee for a living?" 

I stopped talking when I noticed another tear forming in Karen's eye. She blinked it away and said, "It's interesting how we make assumptions about other people, isn't it? I'm worried about my...um, you know...that thing you don't want me to mention...and you're worried about not having enough money to impress me. Truthfully? When it comes to money, I've had more 'things' than any girl could ever want. That's how my soon-to-be- ex-husband...his name is Pete, by the way...tried to buy my love. With stuff. Expensive stuff. But then he'd turn around and blow up if I spent $10 on something just for me. So I've had money and status and things. What I haven't had is kindness. What I haven't had is a friend. What I haven't had is...love. I'd trade all of that stuff to be genuinely loved by someone who's kind and caring. Young or not, you have an older soul, Cal. You're kind and sweet and...you make me feel...happy and...well...young. So yes, I'd love to have you take me to the party...or anywhere for that matter."

It was very busy that afternoon but I felt like Karen and I were the only two people there. I rose up slightly and leaned over and kissed her softly. Karen's eyes closed as our lips met and I was immediately turned on by the feel of her soft, full lips on mine.

"I really have to get back to work, okay?" I said softly to her as we broke our first kiss.

"Of course," she whispered. "And...wow. That was very nice. Dare I say 'thank you' again?" 

Chapter 2

I borrowed my mom's car so I could pick Karen up at her home. My parents had a decent home in Renton, a busy Seattle suburb, but Karen lived in Bellevue, one of the more upscale areas in the local region. Her home was worth at least several million dollars and it was by no means the nicest house in the neighborhood.

It was early April and the weather was still chilly with highs around 58 degrees. I wore blue sweater over a blue and white striped, button-down shirt and a pair of blue jeans and some Topsider shoes. Suddenly, I felt very underdressed as I approached the large, wrought-iron door at the front of her home.

I rang the doorbell and a few seconds later, Karen opened it to let me in. My sense of unease deepened when I saw what she was wearing. She had on a stunning winter-white dress made of linen with a matching cardigan sweater and three-inch heels of the same color. A pearl necklace and matching earrings completed her ensemble which nothing short of stunning. 

"Hi, Cal! Please come in!" Karen said. "Wow! You look so handsome! I love your sweater."

"First, thank you for the compliment, but more importantly, you are the one who looks absolutely amazing. Secondly, I feel very out of place. I don't think jeans are..."

"Oh, stop! You look just fine! In fact, I love that look. Nothing looks better on a cute guy than pair of Levis so no worries, okay? It's me who's probably overdressed. I just wanted to look nice for you. I can easily change if you'd like," she offered.

"Are you kidding? Why would you change? That's a very nice dress and I really love the sweater with it. You look perfect. Trust me."

"You like sweaters a lot, don't you?" she asked. "They're my favorite. I have a ton of them and I wear them all the time. I just wanted to really dress up for you tonight. You're sure it isn't too much?"

I hesitated saying anything but decided to risk it. "It's funny you mentioned sweaters. I've definitely noticed you like to wear them and you look amazing in them, by the way. They're also my favorite look by far so yes, it would be fair to say I do indeed like them a lot." 

I suddenly felt ridiculous for saying that when Karen said, "Then let me change for you. Please? I have the sweater for this cardigan and a skirt that's perfect for it. It'll only take a minute."

"No, no. Please don't do that just for me," I told her. "I love the dress and you look great. This is fine, really. It's more than fine."

Karen moved closer to me and put her arms around my neck. "Again...thank you. But I want to make the best possible first impression and now that I know what you like..." She pulled me close and kissed me the way I'd kissed her in the coffee shop. "I'm just so happy being with you, Cal. I've wanted to have someone to want to dress up for and to make happy for as long as I can remember, so doing something as simple as changing clothes is a no-brainer. I'll be right back, okay?" 




Sharing Karen Again



Now after several times sharing Karen. She has become some what restless at home. Each night she walks in our front door, she has this look on her face. The look that says, "okay what do you have planned for me tonight." But for the last three weeks, its just been me and Karen. And the sex has never been better.

Karen is so sexy. She stand 5ft6, weighs 127 pounds, has blonde hair that is long and silky. But I guess the two things that really stand out the most on Karen are her legs and her tits. Karen has killer legs and she loves to show them off. Her tits are firm and her nipples are always rock hard. the kind of nipples that always say suck on me. If you check out my profile, I have posted a picture of her and you can see for yourself.

Two days ago I was visiting Karen at her work. Of course she was very busy. So I just stayed in the back ground and watched as she worked. Karen is the second in charge where she works. Her boss is another lady named Cindy. Cindy is a fox in waiting. Cindy stands about 5 foot 5 and weighs about 130. Cindy has the nicest tits next to Karen's. I would say they are a 38c.

Cindy has just gone thru a real nasty divorce with her hubby. She caught him cheating on her. She was working late one night and let herself into her home quietly and caught him in bed with her best friend. Cindy did not take it to well either. It crushed her. She was a basket case for 2 months. And since then she has gotten a small apartment by herself and goes no where but work and home. As far as looks go, Cindy is a 8.5 on a scale of one to ten.

Cindy has noticed me standing there watching her and Karen working. Cindy walked over to me and said hello. I couldn't help but to stare at her nice tits. She has on one of those V-neck sweaters. I think Cindy noticed me staring at her tits. So Bob, what are you doing here tonight she asked. I told her that I just stopped by to see if Karen wanted to go out for dinner after she was done work and maybe out for a few drinks afterwards. God, Karen is so lucky to have you she answered. You spoil her to much. I wish my hubby was like you. I would of never left him, she said as she laughed.

I couldn't help myself, as I talked to Cindy, I just couldn't take my eyes off of her tits. They were just a size bigger that Karen's tits. Nice and firm like Karen's too. I then asked Cindy what her plans were tonight and if she would like to join us. Of course she started making some kind of excuse. But I cut her short and told her that she should go out with us. After a few minutes, she said that she could use a night out. Only if we could stop by her house so she could change.

Karen saw us talking and walked over to where we were standing. So what are you two up to, she asked. Not much I told her. I came by to see if you and Cindy would like to go out for some dinner and drinks after work. Karen smiled and gave me a hug. Cindy then told her how she would have to go home to change first. Karen told Cindy, why don't you go home now and change and I will hold down the store until you get back. Have Bob drive you and you can just leave your car her at the store and pick it up later.

Cindy said that's a great idea and went for her coat. Karen told me to be a good boy and to hurry right back. Minutes later, Cindy and I were on our way to her place. After getting to her place. Cindy told me to have seat and to relax, that she would only be a few minutes. And off she went towards the bedroom. But what surprised me was that she failed to close the bedroom door behind her. She went to her closet and started to lay out some dresses on her bed. 

Her bedroom was only about ten feet away from where I was sitting. I could see her clearly.

Cindy then took off her shirt and pants and was standing there in her bra and panties. Black bra and black panties. I stared at her and I kept wondering why her husband was so stupid. This lady was a knock out and a half. Then Cindy unhook her bra and let it drop to the floor. There she stood with those great tits clearly in my view. God, they looked so nice. Cindy then got her dress and slipped it on over her ripe body. Then she sat on the bed and put on her stockings. She had on a red dress with back stocking and black shoes. When she stood up, she looked like something from Playboy. My dick was getting harder by the minute.

Cindy went into the bathroom. She brushed her hair and came walking into the living room where I was sitting. I am ready she told me. I got up and talked to the front door and off we went back to the store where Karen was waiting. Once at the store, Cindy and I walked in and there was Karen waiting for us. Every one else had gone already. Karen looked at us with a weird look and then smiled. Wow, you look great, she told Cindy. We locked the stores doors and went to the car.

We drove to this nice club here in New Hampshire. They serve dinner and drinks. Karen and Cindy ordered drinks. I decided that I better not drink and to be the driver tonight. It took about 30 minutes for the dinner to come to our table. Cindy and Karen had about 4 drinks each by then. They were laughing and joking around. We eat our dinner and it was great. Cindy said that she had to use the ladies room and excused herself.

No sooner than she was up from the table, Karen began asking me 100 questions. So Bob, you like how Cindy looks, don't you...Of course I do, she is a knock out I told her. Well don't get any ideas, she is off limits. Work and play never mix, Karen told me. I told her to relax and lets just enjoy the night. After the dinner we moved into the dancing part of this club. There was a DJ there and he was pretty good too.

We ordered drinks and just sat there listening to the music and talking. It was mostly Karen and Cindy doing most of the talking. I could barely hear them because of the music. Karen asked me to dance with her. I am one of those guys that needs to have a few drinks before I can go any where near a dance floor. So I told her to go up and to take Cindy with her. Karen loves dancing. And I knew that she was dying to dance tonight. She reached over and grabbed Cindy by the hand and pulled her up to the dance floor.

It was a fast song and they were going pretty good and enjoying themselves. But no as much as I was seeing two pretty ladies dancing and their tits bouncing like mad. They danced like five songs in a row before coming back to the table. Once there they noticed that I had ordered them two more drinks each. Karen was downing hers like crazy. Cindy had one drink gone already and was working on the second one too. 

They sat there talking for around another hour. By now each of them had at least 15 drinks each. Neither of them was feeling any pain at all.

This one slow song came on and Cindy started to cry. I guess it use to be her song to her hubby. Karen reached over and gave her a big hug and told her to relax. Cindy smiled and said you are right. Dance with me to this song she told Karen. 

She didn't have to ask twice. Her and Karen were on the dance floor and dancing away to this slow song. They sure looked good dancing together. And talk about being close to each other. They were wrapped tight.

While they were dancing, the waiter came over and told me it was last call because it was snowing very hard outside. I ordered the girls two more drinks each. The song finished and the girls returned to the table. Of course the downed their drinks in minutes. I told them about the snow. Cindy hates driving in the snow, she said. No problem Karen told her. Why don't you spend the night at our house and Bob can drive us back to the store in the morning to get your car. After all, the store was closed on Sundays. We can put you up in our guess room for the night and have some more drinks when we get home. Of course Cindy said yes.

We started off for our house. I was driving and Karen was sitting next to me. Karen's hand was on my lap as I was driving. We had about a 40 minute drive before we got to our house. Half way to our house, I looked over to Cindy. I guess she had one to many drinks. Because she was out cold. Karen caught me staring at Cindy. You like her, don't you, she asked. And before I could even answer, Karen started rubbing my cock thru my jeans. Of course it was rock hard within seconds.

You want to fuck her, don't you. I just smiled and said nothing. But she knew by how hard my cock was. To my surprise, Karen unzipped my jeans and pulled my rock hard cock out of jeans and started stroking it hard and fast. With her other hand she placed it on Cindy's leg. Slowly she started raising Cindy's dress. You like her legs don't you. I said yes. Then Karen got bold and moved her hand up Cindy's dress and started playing with her tits. You like me playing with her tits, don't you she asked. God yes, I answered.

Karen knew that I was hotter than hell right now. A few minutes later we were pulling into our drive way. Karen said tonight is going to be fun. I got out of the car and went over to the other side and opened the car door. Cindy was still out cold. Karen had gotten out on my side and was now beside me. Together we helped Cindy out of the car and into our house. We took her up stairs and started for the guest bedroom. But Karen stopped me. Lets let her sleep in our bed tonight, she said with a smile on her face.

Once in our bedroom, we laid Cindy on the bed. Cindy was out cold. Karen rolled her over and unzipped her dress. Together we eased Cindy out of her dress and stockings. We pulled her up onto the bed. God , did she ever look good laying there naked except her panties. Karen started undressing next to her side of the bed. I started doing the same. Karen slipped into the bed and no sooner than she did, Karen's hand went right for Cindy's firm tit. To my surprise, Karen lowered her mouth right to Cindy's tit and took Cindy's nipple right into her waiting mouth.

My cock was rock hard at the sight of this. I went around to Karen's side of the bed and just stood there and watched. I couldn't believe what I was seeing here. Karen was sucking on her tit like crazy. As she did, one of her hands worked its way down to Cindy's panties. Karen's hand slipped inside and soon her fingers were rubbing Cindy's clit as Karen kept on sucking hard on Cindy's tit.

I knew that Cindy was drunk. But I noticed her back slowly arching up and down. She may of been drunk, but her body was enjoying what it was feeling. Karen stopped sucking on Cindy's tits and reached down and eased Cindy's black panties off all the way off. Cindy has her pussy shaved bare. God did it look great too. No sooner than Cindy's panties were off. Karen eased her way down and soon she was between Cindy's legs.

I watched as Karen lowered her face right into Cindy bald pussy. No sooner then she did, Cindy back arched like wild. Cindy was moaning in seconds. Like I said earlier, Cindy had broke up with her hubby a while ago. So I guess it has been a while since she had sex. Karen was going to town on her pussy. Cindy was moaning louder and louder. Then it happened. Cindy must of thought that she was dreaming. She called out her hubbys name and reached down and pulled Karen's face deeper into her pussy. Lick me faster she moaned out loud.

I couldn't take it any more. I sat on the side of the bed and lowered my lips to her hard nipple. I was sucking like a new born baby. Karen could see what I was doing. This caused Karen to lick even faster. Cindy's moans were louder now and she was arching her bed in pure pleasure. I knew she was ready to cum any minute now. Sure enough Cindy started to cum like crazy. Her body tightening up like mad.

Karen looked up at me and told me to trade places with her. I placed myself between Cindy legs. Karen help to guide my rock hard cock into Cindy's pussy. Inch by inch it went inside of her wet and very hot pussy until it was all the way inside of her. I just held still. I sure as hell didn't want to wake Cindy up. I could feel Cindy arching her back some. Then to my surprise, Cindy's legs wrapped around me and pulled me deeper inside of her wet pussy. Cindy let out this loud moan.

I became bold now. Softly I asked Cindy in her sleep if she really wanted this. God yes, fuck me baby, fuck me she answered. When Karen and I have sex, I often talk to her about another couple joining us and it excites the hell out of her. So I thought I would try it on Cindy. Cindy do you want to try something different tonight I asked her. God, anything she answered. I then asked her if she has ever slept with another lady. No she answered. But I have thought about it. If another lady was here now, would you let her sit on your face and would you lick her pussy?

God, yes, I want it bad she said. With that I started fucking her pussy harder and harder now. 

Karen had worked her way up on the bed and put herself over Cindy's face. Karen pussy was just inches away from Cindy's mouth now. Slowly Karen lowered her pussy to Cindy's mouths. Once there, Cindy's started sucking and licking Karen pussy like a pro. Karen reached down and started pinching Cindy's nipples. This caused Cindy to buck like crazy. I had no idea if she was awake or not. I just knew that I was really close to coming now.

I pushed harder and harder. With each push, I knew how close I was. In seconds I was shooting my hot cum deep into her bosses wet pussy. God, what a feeling that was. I eased myself off of Cindy and laid on the side of her. No sooner than I did, Karen got into a 69 with Cindy. They were both licking and sucking away like mad. I could hear Karen sucking my cum out of Cindy's pussy. Cindy was moaning like crazy. And so was Karen. Within seconds they were both cumming like crazy.

Once they were done cumming. Karen rolled off of Cindy. And that's when we found out that Cindy was wide awake now. After she caught her breath, she smile at Karen. God lady, you have the sweet tasting pussy. Thank you very much for tonight she told Karen. Cindy smiled. Can I ask a favor, Cindy said. Sure anything Karen told her. Can I fuck Bob one more time. Karen told her to ask me. 

But before she could ask. Cindy was on top of me and reach for my cock. Using one hand, she put the head of my cock at her pussy and slowly lowered herself down onto it. What was a semi soft cock soon turned rock hard again. Cindy lowered her lips to mine and we kissed wildly. I reached up and played with her tits. Karen, not one to be left out of the action. She lowered her pussy to my face. Now I had her boss on my cock and Karen's sweet pussy on my face. Karen and Cindy met and were hugging now. Karen became bold and started kissing Cindy's neck. Then their lips meet and they go wild kissing each other. This drove Cindy wild and she really started riding my hard cock.

I wasn't far from cumming for the second time in her bosses pussy. But before I could, Cindy stopped. No its not fair she said. Karen trade places with me. They both got up and trade places. Karen's pussy was on fire as she lowered it onto my waiting cock. Cindy did not get onto my face like I thought she would. Instead she got behind Karen and me. Cindy lowered herself and started licking Karen's asshole and back side. This drives Karen mad.

Then I could feel Cindy's hand on my balls. Then Cindy lowered her lips and toung to my asshole. God, it felt great too. I could feel her licking my asshole and it was like she was trying to force her toung into my asshole. Cindy has one of her fingers deep inside of Karen asshole now. Karen loves her deep played with. Within seconds, Karen was cumming like crazy. I couldn't hold back any more. I shot my load deep inside of Karen's hot pussy. No sooner than I did, Karen eased herself off of me and Cindy's mouth went right for my cock. God, your cock taste so good.

Karen was just laying next to me now as Cindy suck on my hard rock. I didn't know how much more my cock could take tonight. I told Cindy, relax, you are here for the whole night. Saying that, Cindy made her way up next to me. There I laid with two knock ladies on each side of me. Talk about being in heaven. But what happened next really surprised me.

Karen started telling Cindy how we share ourselve with other couples. Cindy couldn't believe it at first. But then Karen asked her if she would like to move out of her place and to move in with us rent free. Cindy had the biggest smile on her face. Will sex be like this every night, Cindy asked. No, it could be better if we include you in with our swapping with other couples. God, yes she said real fast. They both started hugging me. We all ladi there and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I woke up to Karen sucking on my nipples and to Cindy sucking on my hard cock. But then I was really surprised to look over to our door and to see Karen sister standing there watching us. As Debbie stood her watching, she had her own hand down her pants playing with her clit. Debbie saw that I had noticed her and she slowly made her way over to our bed undressing on her way. Debbie got onto the bed and lowered her face to my mouth. Debbie is Karen's younger sister and her pussy taste so sweet. Karen stopped sucking my nipple and went after her sisters nipples. Once cindy noticed, Cindy stopped sucking my cock and went to work on Debbies niplles as well.As Cindy did, she lowered her pussy onto my hard cock.

We were going at it like crazy. Then everthing stopped. Karen and Cindy got into a 69 and Debbie got onto my hard cock and was riding like crazy. I could hear Karen and Cindy monaing like crazy. Debbie was watching her big sister eating out her boss. And it must of been driving Debbie crazy with lust. Because she was riding my cock hard and fast. Within seconds I was shooting my hot cum deep into Karen's sisters wet pussy. Once I came into Debbies pussy, she rolled off of me and joined her sister and Cindy. 

I don't know what happened next, but I must of feel asleep watching them. But what happened later on that night was even more wild.

But then again that is my next story..



Sharing Karen Again and Again



My wife Karen is the sexiest lady I know. Just looking at her is enough to make any mans dick harder than hell. Even if she has clothes on, she is one sexy lady. Karen is the type of lady that when it comes to sex, she wants to do it all and have as much fun as she can. We have shared our sex lives with alot of couple and alot of single men and ladies. But I have to be honest, the last time I shared her was the best. I had taken advantage of Karen when she was out cold on sleeping pills and allowed the teenager from down the street to have his way with her sexy body. And best of all, Karen to this day has no idea it ever took place.

Paul is the teenager that had his way with Karen. Let me tell you men out there something. Watching another couple of single male or female have their way with your wife is so much of a turn on. But watching a teenager have his way with your wife as she is out cold, wow was that ever a huge turn on. Watching this young man touching her and then mounting her was out of this world.

Since that night, I haven't seen that much of Paul. That is until today when he stopped by. I was outside when he pulled into our driveway with his new car. He had two of his friends with him. Paul got out of his car and walked towards me. We stook hands and I aksed him how he was doing. I am doing great he said. He ten told me how he has been away for the last few weeks. He asked if Karen and I were going to the fair. I told him that I would have to check with Karen and that she was inside the house. I then asked him is him and his friends wanted a soda. Of course he asked his friends and they all said sure. His friends slowly go out of his car and made their way towards us at the front door.

I got them some sodas and they all sat down in the livingroom as I went down the hall to find Karen. Karen had just gotten out of the shower and was dressing in our bedroom. Of course my dick went hard just seeing her naked in the bedroom dressing. I told her that Paul was her with some of friends and that they wanted to know if we were going to the fair. Karen asked if I wanted to go and I said sure, why not, it could be fun. Karen said that she had the next day off from work and that she could be ready in a half hour or so. I kissed her and returned to our livingroom to tell Paul.

Paul was in the kitchen and I walked up to him. I told him how Karen said yes and a big smile came over his face. I was dying to know one thing. I asked Paul if he has ever told anyone about what took place that night with Karen. He stook his head no and said no way. I would never do that. He said that he has never even told his best friend out in the living with this other friend. I thanked him for keeping it our secret. Then he said something that surprised me. I know better the to wreck things for myself. You would never talk to me again and Karen would be off limits. Well to begin with, I never told this teenager he could have another shot at my wife. So it just took me off guard. Without thinking I said thats right.

We returned to the living room where his friends were watching our big screen TV. We all sat there watching the TV when heads began to turn as Karen walked into the livingroom. Paul tried not to look at Karen. But the other two guys could not take their eyes off of Karen as she walked into the livingroom and sat on my lap. Karen was wearing a pair of short and a halter top that really showed off her tits big time. She sat on my lap and aksed how long before we go. I told her when she was ready we were too. Karen gave me a big hug and said give me two minutes and I will be ready. As she sat up, she leaned over to grab her tennis shoes. When she did, her damn tit just about fell out. I was sure Pauls two friends got a good show of Karen on tit.

Within mintues we were all headed out the door. We have a SUV and every one decided to ride with us. Karen and I sat in front and the three guys sat in the back. Once at the fair, Karen said that she had to used the girls room. She went her way and Paul and I got some tickets. The other two guys went off to get some more sodas. While standing in line for our tickets, Paul starting talking to me about Karen. You know Bob, that night was the best sex I have ever had, he said. All of friends date other chicks, but none of them really know what sex is about.

Then he said something about the two friends he was with tonight. He said that one of his friends named Mike has never had sex yet. And his other friend named Sam has only gotten one hand job from his old girlfriend. I just laughed. We finally got our tickets and headed back to find Karen and the other two guys. The other guys were standing with Karen outside of the ladies room waiting for us. Karen was talking to them as we walked up. I couldn't hear what they were talking about. But I did notice how Mike couldn't take his eyes off of Karen tits and he kept turning and adjusting his dick in his shorts. I just laughed to myself, knowing how Karen does have that effect on men.

We all started to walk around the fair. The guys went one a few of the rides. But I have this fear of heights, so I pretty much stay right on the ground. Mike and Sam came up to Karen and asked her if she wanted to go n this one ride called the zipper. I is one wild ride.They put you in this cage and it goes upside down and all over. Not a ride I would ever go on, thats for sure. Karen loves those kinds of rides and of course she looked at me. I told her to go ahead and to have a good time. Paul decided that he would stay here and talk to me as the three of them went off to the ride.

We watch as Sam got in first, then Karen and then Mike. Karen was in the middle. The cage was closed up and other people got their cages. Soon the ride was up and away. I couldn't help myself but to wonder how Karen top was doing on this ride. I laughed to myself. Paul turned towards me and said whats so funny. I told him how I hope Karens top stays on. He started to laugh as well. If not he said, Mike and Sam will get the show of their lives. I then told him how I caught Sam looking at Karens tits. Paul said he was sorry and that he would say something to Sam. I told him not to say anything to Sam. That Sam was just doing what all other men do.

I watched as the ride started going like crazy. Their cage kept going upside down like mad. I was sure that Karens top was bouncing all over the place. Mike was busy watching straight out the cage. But I could clearly see Sam watching Karens tits. Karen sometimes had her eyes closes as she sta back and held on for dear life. And everytime she would close her eyes, thats when Sam would look over at her tits. The ride lasted for a few minutes and then their cage was opened up for them to get out. Mike got out first. And then I noticed that Karen had her hand on Sams leg and he had his hand on hers. Nothing had happened. But Sam had to adjust himself before he got out of the cage.

During the time we were there, they must of gone on 50 rides. It was around 11:00pm now and every one was getting tried. So I told Karen, lets head back to the house. I aksed Paul if he and his friends wanted to come back to the house to watch a movie on HBO about racing. Paul said sure and so did the other guys. When we got the car, Paul asked Karen if he could sit up front because of his long legs. Karen said no problem . Mike got in first, then Karen and then Sam. On the ride home we all talked about the rides we had gone on. I kept looking in the mirror and I noticed Sam checking out Karens tits again and again. God this teenager was having a field day looking at her tits.

Once inside we all sat around in the living room watching the movie. Karen asked if I would make her a coffee to help keep her awake. Sure I said to her and off I went to the kitchen. Paul joined me when he went to grab another soda. I see what you mean about Sam checking out Karens tits. God! Karen joined us in the kitchen. She said that she was going into the bedroom to change into her night clothes. I took her coffee and went back out to the living room with the other guys. Karen came back out wearing her housecoat. I am sure Sam hated that.

Sat sat next to me and cuddled up to me. Mike and Sam where on the floor in front of us. I went to hand Karen her coffee and she told me never mind. That she had changed her mind about staying up after all. She told me that she just took two of her sleeping pills and that she would sit with us for a while. Every one was watching the TV. The movie was a good one. Then about 30 minutes later I noticed that Karen was starting to fall alseep. I hugged her and told her to go up to bed. No she said, I'll lay here on the couch with you until you go to bed.

About 15 minutes later. I softly said in her ear, Karen are you awake. I got no answer. The guys were watching the movie. I carefully took one of my hands and pulled back Karen house coat some. To my surprise, Karen was naked under it. Karen was out cold and I had to pee. So carefully I got out from uder Karen. When I did, Karen let out a soft moan and went to turn over some. When she did, her housecoat came open just a little bit. Her tit was showing just a little bit. As I made my way towards the bathroom I again noticed Sam looking back at Karen. Only this time he was getting a nice shot of Karen tit and one of her legs.

When I came back, I noticed that Sam was now facing towards the couch talking. But he was looking like crazy at Karen. I sat on the end of the couch. Then I shocked the hell out of Sam. She is nice looking, isn't she I told him. It shocked the hell out of him. He knew he had been caught. But before he could say anything in his defense, I said you should see the rest of her body, wow. All of the guys just laughed. But Sam said, sure I wish. I laughed and I worked my way up sitting next to Karen. 

I looked right at Sam and asked him if he has ever seen a real women before. He said sure, in movies. I said no, in real life. He said once his girlfriend show him her tits. But they where small. With that I asked him if he wanted to see Karen tits. Stop teasing like that he said. There is no way you would show us her tits he said. Paul laughed and looked at me. I grabbed Karen and tried to wake her. But she was out cold. I knew this was now or never. I took her housecoat and peeled it back exposing both of her tits. Sam sat there in shock licking his lips. Aren't they better then some high school girls tits I asked him.

My next words shocked Sam even more. Do you want to touch them Sam I asked. Sure he said and moved closer to the couch. Sam reached out and softly took one of Karen tits into his hand and carefully played with it. Pinching her nipple would cause Karen to let out a soft moan and that scared him some. I told him to relax, that she would be out for the whole night. Without warning or asking, Sam lower his face right to Karen one tit and took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. But it was Sam that got the surprise when milk came out of it. One mouthful and he pulled up. Oh my god, she has milk in her tits. Do you like the taste of it I asked him. God yes, he said. Can I suck on it some more he asked. Sure go ahead I told him. But be gentle.

Thats when Mike moved up for a closer view too. There was Sam sucking on Karen tit like a newborn baby. As he did, I pulled open Karen housecoat exposing the rest of her body to Mike. Karen keeps her pussy hairs really trimmed. Almost bald to that point. Mike looked at me and asked if he could touch her pussy. Sure I said, but be gentle. No soon then my words came out and his one hand was on her pussy rubbing it softly. I noticed that his fingers went right for her clit. And every once in a while one of his fingers would slip inside of Karen pussy hole. Between Sam sucking on Karen tit and Mike finger going in and out of Karen pussy, I worried about her waking up. But she was out cold. Every once in a while she would let out a soft moan. I told them not to worry, that she was dreaming of something.

Sam had sucked Karen one tit dry. I told him that she has two of them and he went straight for the other one. I looked back at Mike and he was trying to put two of his fingers into Karen pussy now. I tapped his should and told him to slow down. He pulled his fingers to his mouth and licked off Karen juices. Thats when he asked if he could suck on Karen tit. Sure I said, trade places with Sam. Sam almost jumped when he heard it was his turn to play with Karen pussy. They traded spots and Mike went wild on Karen tit.   I was paying so much attention to them I forgot about Paul. I looked behind me and there was Paul with his pants down and pulling on his meat like crazy.I just laughed and looked back at Sam. Sam put one of his fingers deep into Karen pussy. He pulled it out and licked it. God that taste so good. Can I lick her pussy he asked. Sure as long as you don't bite her. Sams head went right for her pussy and he was licking like a wild man. Surely it was his first taste of pussy ever. 

Within mintues I noticed Karen was arching her back every once in a while. And that her breathing was alot heavier. Thats when I made a noise and motioned for the boys to follow me into the kitchen. Once there I told them all that things had to slow down some. That all three of them could not work on Karen at once. Because she would surely wake up for sure. I then told them that it would only be fair if Sam went first. After all this would be his first time with a lady. The other two agreed. Then I said it would be Mikes turn and then Paul. Paul said he had no problem with it and either did Mike. 

No sooner than we were back in the livingroom, and Sam started ripping his clothes off. I sort of laughed saying to myself, this guy going to get the head of his cock inside of Karen and blow off. Then he dropped his jeans and oh my god. This guy had a cock 12 inches long and 3 inches fat. The gods were good to him. I told him to hold on a second and I raced out to the kitchen to get some kind of oil. All that I could find in such a hurry was peanut oil. That would do the trick. I got back next to Karen and sat next to her sleeping body. I poured the oil right onto her pussy and carefully rubbed it in good. I made sure to get enough oil on the inside of her pussy as well. But she was pretty wet already.

I told Sam she was already for him and he kneeled between Karens legs with his cock in one hand. No fore play or anything. He just slowly worked his cock inch by inch. As soon as he had half of it deep inside of her, he rammed the rest of it deep inside of her. When he did, Karen let out a deep moan, but her eyes were still closed. Just to be safe I softly told Sam not to lay down on top of her. I took another pillow and worked it under Karens ass. And believe me, not one inch of that guys cock moved out of her pussy. It was in there tight.

No sooner than the pillow was there, he started pumping faster and faster. This guy was really raming his massive cock in hard. I had to hold her hip down some to keep her from moving. After ten mintues of pumping like this, he started to ram harder and harder. I knew he was getting close. No sooner I was thinking it, he was cuming deep inside of my wife sexy pussy. He must of pumped two gallons of his juice deep inside of her pussy. When he was finally done, Mike jumped in his spot. Mikes cock was not that big. Maybe 6 inches at best. But he rammed it in hard and fast. As he did, Sam juices came flying out with each raming.

Sam was laying on the floor watching. The nice thing about sitting next to Karen was that I could see everthing. Mike was raming away. It took him alot longer, but after maybe 15 minutes of fucking, he also shot his load deep inside of Karen as well. Sam surely came alot more than Mike.But that was the second guy to get his rocks off in my wifes pussy tonight. Sam stood up and said that he and Mike had to get home. Paul said, hey I am not missing my turn to give you guys a ride home. Don't worry Sam said, Mike and I can walk home from here. They said their goodbyes and thanked me. I made sure to tell them that this must stay a secret and they promised.

Paul looked at me and said thanks for letting my friends have some of Karen tonight. I said no problem. I then asked him if he was going to do Karen now. He said, sure if you don't mind, I have to use your bathroom first. I said sure, go ahead, you know where it at. Off Paul went to the bathroom. I sat there looking at Karen sexy body. She had cum pouring out of her pussy. I went to touch her tit to wipe off some oil and I got the shock of my life. Karens eyes went wide open and she was looking right at me.

So this is what you do in your spare time when I am sleeping, she said. I was shocked big time. Don't worry she said, I didn't take my sleeping pills on purpose. I saw how many times those boys were looking at me tonight and it got me just as hot as it did you. She reached up and grabbed my face bringing it down to hers. Karen kissed me wildly. And then she stopped suddenly. But I want to do this next guy upstair on our bed and I want you to join in with us. I said sure baby, anything that you want.

We heard the bathroom door open and she closed her eyes again, pretending like she was still asleep. Once Paul was there, I told him, hey lets carry her up stairs to the bedroom onto the bed. Paul agreed and carefully we picked her up. We laid her onto the center of the bed. Paul started taking his clothes all the way off. Can I lay on top of her he asked. Sure go ahead I told him. She is out cold. He pulled on his cock a few times and made his way between Karen legs. Carefully he aimed his cock right into her pussy and with a few pushes he was all the way inside of her pussy.

I think he ramed in and out of her like twenty times and then it happened. Karen wrapped her legs around him pulling him even deeper inside of her. Paul tried to stop, he looked my way and then right at Karens face. If you are going to fuck me right, then do it now she told him. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. Again he looked back at me as to ask for my help. I looked back and told him, you better do what she wants. Paul slowly began to smile. Again he started raming in and out of her wet pussy. Only now Karen had her legs wrapped tight around him and was pushing back harder. Karen reached up and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips went crazy. Their toungs were racing in and out of each others mouths. Paul was really fucking her hard now.

And suddenly Karen broke the kiss and said stop, please stop. Paul did and asked whats wrong. I want Bob in my ass as you fuck my pussy, Karen said out loud. Karen release her legs from Paul and turned over on her side. Karen raised up her one leg high into the air. You lay in front of me Paul and Bob you get behind me Karen said. You didn't have to tell this guy twice. Again he laid in front of her and started kissing her wildly. As they kissed, Karen hand grabbed his cock and pushed it deep inside of her pussy again. Karen let out a loud moan this time as she kept kissing Paul. That one thing Karen loves to do when getting fucked hard, and that kiss like crazy. Thats how I know when she is really excited.

Paul start pushing his cock in and out of her wet pussy again. I laid down behind Karen and she grabbed my rock hard cock and pulled it closer to her asshole. I had the peanut oil and I poured tons of it all over my cock and her asshole. No sooner than I did, Karen pushed her sexy ass hard and my cock slipped deep inside of her. Karen moaned louder and louder. Now this is how you please a lady she told Paul. Paul was still pushing hard and deep into Karens pussy. I swear I could feel his cock press up against mine each time we both pushed inside of her.




Sharing Karen Again and Again



This lasted for like 20 minutes. I knew Karen was ready to cum and cum hard. Paul was still kising her like mad. I couldn't take it any more. I began to shoot my hot load of cum deep inside of Karens asshole. She started moaning like crazy. Karen reached down and grabbed my balls and gentle squeezed them. Just like she was milking a cow. I carefully pulled my cock out of Karen asshole. I knew it had to be hurting some. No soon than I did, Karen pushed Paul off of her and rolled him onto his back. Then Karen climb on top of him and lowered herself onto his hard cock.

Karen had all of it inside of her now. Then Karen looked down at him and said something that blew my mind. Fuck me hard or you're never going to fuck me again. Now fuck me harder she ordered him. Paul had this look on his face. But he heard what she said. He started fucking her really hard now. Karen lowered her hand to her clit and was rubbing like crazy. Fuck me you little bastard, I want your cum deep inside of me. Fuck me now and give me your baby. With those words, a shock ran thru my head.In all of this fun,"Not once did I think of any of these guys using a rubber". I'll teach you guys to fuck with me.

 I noticed Paul had a look of concern in his eyes.But it was to late. Karen was riding his cock so hard, that he couldn't hold it back any longer. Paul started moaning and arching his back now. Thats it baby, give it to me now, give it all to me Karen said as she rode hard on his cock.

Karen leaned down and started kissing Paul wildly. She was moaning like a lady in heat. I knew that she was cuming hard as well. Paul shot his last drop of cum deep inside of Karen pussy. As soon as Karen was done cuming, she rolled off of him trying to catch her breath. Paul still had this worried look on his face. I had to say something. Don't worry Paul, Karen can't get pregant I told him. He looked at me and slowly smiled back. My god, that was the best fucking night I have had in a long time Karen said out loud.   Paul started to get up from the bed. Karen grabbed him and asked where he was going. I have to get home before my mom locks the doors on me. Karen told him to sit tight and asked me to follow her into the bathroom. She told Paul not to go any where yet and not to get dressed. Karen started the shower and I sat down on the chair. Whats up I asked her. You played a good trick or treat on me tonight. How often has this happened before she asked. And be truthful she said. Only once I told her. And who was it she asked. I couldn't lie to her, it was Paul and it happened two weeks ago. So you mean to tell me that this is the second time that guy has fucked me. I smiled and said yes. She leaned out of the shower and gave me a big hug and kiss.

I then asked her what was going on. Why wouldn't she let Paul go home. Karen said he is going to spend the night and he is going to fuck me one more time before we go to sleep. I said sure it okay with me. Karen looked at me. Don't worry baby, you are going to get paid back for this one. Tomorrow night I will give you anything you want. I will even call up my girlfriend Sara and you can fuck her tomorrow night with me. God yes I said, Sara is a small blonde friend of Karen with huge tits. Up until now nothing has ever happened between us. I told her I would go and break the news to Paul.

Back in the bedroom, I told Paul that Karen said he had to spend the night here and that she wanted him one more time. Paul said sure and smiled big time. Five minutes later Karen came out of the bedroom. You sit in the chair over there Bob. I did as she told me too. Karen crawled between Pauls legs and grabbed his cock and started licking it up and down.Once it was hard again, Karen took the whole thing deep inside of her mouth. My chair was facing the bed and Karen ass was pointing right me, I could see her going up and down on Pauls hard cock.Then she stopped sucking it and kept on playing with it. So you like to fuck ladies as they sleep Karen asked Paul. God yes he said. I know that you fucked me before too. Was I good then she asked Paul. God yes, but tonight is alot better. Better now because I am fucking you back Karen said. Oh my god yes, Paul moaned out loud. Karen was in total control of this guy. 

Suddenly she grabbed his cock hard. Don't you cum yet you little shit. I want you inside of me when you cum. Do you understand that, Karen yelled out loud. Yes Paul said softly. Now get up she told him. Paul did what Karen said. Karen then got on her hands and knees on the bed. Now fuck me hard from behind she yelled out loud. Paul kneeled on the bed. Karen was reaching back with one hand as she held herself up with her other hand. Karen grabbed his cock and rammed it hard into her wet pussy. Now fuck me like you dream about. Go ahead Paul, fuck me hard. Paul was raming it in and out as fast and hard as he could. With each push, Karen was pushing her ass backward into him. Karen loves fucking like this because she says she can feel the man deeper inside of her.

Paul fucked Karen for 15 minutes and suddenly he asked Karen, can I cum inside of you?

Yes baby, shoot it deep inside of me. Karen again reached between her legs and this time she grabbed his balls. No sooner than she did, Paul held tight onto Karens side and held his cock deep inside of her. I'm cuming her screamed out loud. I could see Karen squeezing the hell out of this guys balls. Again she was milking him for every drop. Don't you stop fucking me yet, I need to cum too Karen barked out loud. Paul started pumping again. Harder and harder this guy pumped until Karen had the biggest climax I have ever seen her have. But Paul kept on pumping. What are you doing Karen asked him. I want to cum again he told her. 

Karen said okay, but hurry baby. My pussy is sore from all of this fucking tonight. Can I fuck your ass Paul asked. Karen looked at me for an answer. Sure why not she told him before I could even answer her. Do you mind if I suck Bobs cock while you fuck me, Karen asked him. No Paul shook his head, go right ahead. I walked over to the bed and right into Karens waiting mouth. She suck my cock like she has never sucked it before. Then she stopped. I don't want him to cum in my ass Karen told me. I want his cum inside of my pussy she said. I looked over at Paul and he said sure as he eased his cock deep inside of her asshole. Karens asshole is so tight.Alot tighter than her pussy. 

Once he was all the way inside of her ass, Paul started raming away like a wild man. And of course this caused Karen to suck harder and harder on my cock. About ten minutes of this and I was ready to shoot my load into Karen waiting mouth. Karen doesn't like people cuming into her mouth much. So I told her, I am getting ready to cum Karen. Karen stopped just long enough to tell me to do it. That surprised the hell out of me as well as exciting me to the point where I shot my load deep into her mouth. Karen sucked me dry. I pulled my cock and laid back onto the bed and watched as Paul was still raming deep inside of asshole.

Seeing me cum was to much for Paul. I think I am ready to cum he told Karen. Karen again grabbed his cock. Stop she told him. Karen eased his cock out of her asshole and rolled onto her back. Karen still had his cock in her one hand and she ramed it into her pussy. Two more pushes and Paul was cuming deep inside of Karen for the second time tonight. Paul laid on top of Karen and they kissed for five minutes straight. Pauls cock was still deep inside of Karen pussy. Karen was the first to say a word. That was great Paul. I have tons of your cum deep inside. You are very good in bed and so where your friends. Paul kissed her again to thank her. Without saying a word, Paul got up and got dressed and let himself out of the house. 

Karen and I were just laying on the bed. Karen reached over and gave me a big wet kiss. God I love you, Karen said. I don't know of any other man on this earth that loves their lady so much that he would share her with the world. You are so sexy Bob, she said. And to pay you back, tomorrow night we are both going to fuck Sara all night long. We kissed again and Karen turned off the lights. Within minutes I was in dreamland about what was going to take place with Sara.

Again I want to let you other guys out there know. Every ladies dream is to have more than one man at once. Just like its every mans dream to have two ladies at once. I see so many ads on swinging sites where couples refuse to let a single male join them. But its okay for another single lady to join them. I think these men are stupid and only looking out for themselves. They expect the wives not to be jealous when the fuck another lady in front of their wives. But yet they can't handle seeing another man fucking their lady. Guys, "YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON'...

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Feel free to write back. And feel free to check out Karens picture on my profile. 



Sharing Karen While She Sleeps



Since moving to Georgia, our sex lives have been hotter than all hell. But what happen the other evening was the hottest. Karen is a very sexy lady. You can see this just by clicking onto her photo.Karen stands 5f6, weighs 125 lbs, blonde hair and size 34c tits. Her legs are killer. Since we first opened up our sex lives, it has been none stop sex.

It was a super hot day here in Georgia. Karen had a rough night with our baby. It was around 7:00pm and still daylight outside. Karen had just taken a sleeping pill and was calling it a night. She had to be up early in the morning for her work. Karen did not like taking these sleeping pills. One pill made her sleepy, but two pills knocked her out cold. Because of her lack of sleep the night before, Karen decided to take two pills tonight. I assured her that if the baby woke up that I would take care of her.

Around 8:00pm I heard something outside our house. I looked out and it was the teen age boy from next door. His name is Paul. Paul had come over to do our lawn. I went outside and greeted him. I then told him how Karen had just laid down for the night. That seemed to depress him some. Paul informed me that he really needed to make some money and would not be able to do our lawn again untill the following week. I asked him to follow me inside so I could make sure that Karen was asleep and then he could go ahead and mow our lawn.

Once inside the house I made my way to our bedroom. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I expected Paul to wait in our living room while I checked on Karen. I had no idea he was behind me. I opened up our bedroom door and looked inside. There was Karen sound asleep on our bed. Karen always sleeps naked. I went to back out of the room and backed right into Paul who was trying to look over my shoulders.

Oh my God, Paul said softly. I am so sorry. I thought you wanted me to follow you. I am so sorry. Wow, are you one lucky man Paul said, as I carefully shut the bedroom door.We both made our way back out to the living room. Once there Paul started saying how sorry he was. I told him to relax that it was no big deal. I asked Paul if he wanted a soda. Sure he said. Paul then said something that some what shocked me. Wow you sure have a pretty wife, Paul said. I thanked him and gave him his soda.

I bet you have all the girls chasing you too, I asked him. Paul was a good looking teen. He stood about 6ft,weighs about 195. Paul smiled and said, sure I wish. I broke up with my girlfriend over three months ago and I have not had any dates since then. I sat in my chair in the livingroom as we talked. So how come your wife is in bed so early tonight. I told him that Karen had to be up early. The he surprised me again. Man if I had a wife like that, I sure wouldn't let her sleep alone. God she is so fine, he said.

Again I thanked him. Then something inside of me made me ask him this next question.I asked him how much of her did he really see. Not much Bob he answered. Really I said. I saw her legs and thats about it. What I said next made Pauls eyes open wide. Well the rest of her is even better I told him. Sure wish I could see the rest of her he said softly. I laughed at him at first. Paul was not a very shy teen after all.

I came right out and said why not. Pauls eyes opened wider than hell. What are you saying here Bob. I again told him, do you want to see her naked. Oh god, shit yes he said out loud. I told him it would be okay, but that he had to be really quite. As we got up and made our way to the bedroom, I told Paul how Karen takes sleeping pills to help her sleep. But that he still had to be very quite. I did not want to wake her up or she might get really pissed off. Paul moved his head and said yes softly.

Carefully we made our way down the hall and inside of my bedroom. Sure enough,there was Karen laying on our bed bare ass naked with no covers on her at all. At first Paul just stood in the doorway. I motioned that it was okay for him to come closer to the bed. Paul was eyeing Karens body like there was no tomorrow. Softly he said, god you are one lucky man. Karen was laying on her stomach. Paul was getting an eye full. He was staring at Karen ass and her legs.

I softly asked him if he wanted to see more. Of course he said yes. I told him to stand back some. I was going to see if Karen was sound asleep or not. I touched Karen shoulder and called out her name softly. Of course there was no answer. I did it again and again. No answer! Those sleeping pills work relly good Paul said softly. I reached up and took Karen by her shoulders and carefully rolled her over. No sign from Karen that she was waking up either. She was out cold.

Once Karen was over, Paul had a clear shot now of her nice tits. Our house has air, but yet I swear I could see sweat on Pauls forehead. Paul then surprised me by asking if he could touch her tits. I figure what could it hurt. Paul made his way up by the side of the bed. With one of his hands, he reached out and cupped Karen right tit.
He carefully needed it letting her nipple run in between his fingers. I looked at Karen face for any sign of life. She was still at cold. By the time I looked back, Paul now had both hands on her tits and was squeezing a little harder now.

But I noticed that Paul was not looking at her tits as he played with them. Paul was looking at Karen pussy. Karen keeps her pussy trimmed nice and short. After a few seconds, Paul looked up at me. I can't believe you are letting me touch her like this, he said. I just gave him the thumbs up sign. And then he pointed to her pussy. I knew that he wanted to touch it so bad. So I went to the end of the bed and carefully parted Karen legs. All I could hear was a soft moan from Paul. Again I gave him the thumbs up sign. I didn't have to tell this boy twice.

Paul slowly moved one of his hands down Karen belly and onto her pussy. I thought he was just going to rub it. But no sooner was his hand down there and I looked and he had his middle finger all the way inside of Karens pussy. He kept it still, but it was all the way inside of Karen. Paul moaned softly again. Slowly Paul started to move his finger in and out of Karen pussy. Within mintues I could see that Karen juices were flowing now. Suddenly Paul stopped and pulled his finger out and up to his mouth. He sucked her juices from his finger and smiled at me.

I gave him the thumbs up sign again. Softly I asked him is he had ever tasted milk from a lady. He said no way. I then told him how Karen had milk in her tits from the baby. Paul looked down at Karen tit and lowered his mouth right to her nipple and started sucking like a newborn baby. As Paul was sucking, again I checked Karen to make sure she was still out cold. I noticed that as Paul was sucking, his one hand was still finger fucking Karen. But now he was fucking her harder and harder with two of his fingers. I swear that I heard a soft moan from Karen. But Paul just kept on sucking on her tit.

What seemed like ten minutes later, Paul moved and stood up. God Bob, she is one fine looking lady and that milk was so sweet. As he said this to me, I noticed that he took his one free hand and moved it inside his jeans. This boy was in bad need of a good fucking. I surprised Paul when I asked him if he wanted more.Of course he just smiled. I told him to stand back from the bed. He did so. I went to the end of the bed and I carefully grabbed Karen ankles. Karen was still out cold. Carefully I eased her down towards the end of the bed. Soon her legs were hanging over the end of the bed. I grabbed a pillow and carefully eased it up under Karen ass.

Paul watched my every movement. Then I grabbed a bottle of baby oil from our dresser and poured it onto Karen pussy. I must of poured half a bottle onto her pussy and inside of it. I wanted to make sure she was nice and wet. I looked over and Paul was undoing his jeans now. His jeans fell to the floor and he stood there in his jockies. I could clearly see that this boy was rock hard and waiting. I motioned for him to come to the end of the bed. In a flash he was there. Softly I told him, she is all yours. And with that I made my way over to a chair in the bedroom.

No sooner that I sat, I looked up and Paul was dropping his jockies to the floor and stepping out of them. This boy was at least 10 inches long and three inches fat. I thought to myself, he is going to rip Karen wide open. But it was to far along to stop now. Paul thook the oil and poured some on his hard cock and stroked it a few times. Then he placed his tip right at Karen pussy. Carefully this boy eased it in ever so slowly. Inch by inch I watched as all ten inches were soon buried deep inside of my sexy wife pussy. After he had it all the way inside of her, he slowly start pumping in and out of her. 

I noticed with each pump he started to push harder and harder. The with his one hand, he reached down and started playing with her clit. Paul had his eyes closed now. I could tell this boy wasn't long before he shot his load deep inside of her. Of course, in our rush, I had forgotten to make this kid put on a rubber. To late now I said to myself. And sure enough, within seconds Paul was blasting his load of hot cum deep inside of Karen.With one big push he emptied out what he was saving for weeks.

Paul pulled out his hard cock and I could see His and Karens juices mixed together on his semi hard cock. Paul quickly pulled out and made his way over to his clothes. He was dressed quickly and walked over to me at my chair. God Bob, I head off to college next week and this is going to be something I will never forget. He thanked me and made his way out of our house. I went to the bed and I could see Pauls hot cum pouing out of Karen red and wet pussy. I grabbed a towel and wiped it clean.  Carefully I pulled Karen back up onto the bed and covered her body with a sheet as I laid next to her. 

The next morning Karen was in the kitchen making coffee. She turned and saw me staring at her. She had a smile on her face. Where you a bad boy last night she asked. I just smile and asked her what she was talking about. She said that when she stood up to get out of bed this morning all kinds of cum was running down her legs. I just smiled and told her that I couldn't help myself. She laughed and headed for the shower. After she headed for work I sat there and thought about what I did last night allowing this teenager to have his was with Karen. I must of jacked off three times that morning after she went to work.

Its been a week now and Karen still has no idea that Paul had his way with her body. The only thing that now worries me is the fact that alot of other teenage boys have suddenly been hanging up on our end of this street. I can only hope that Paul told them what a great time he had. My next plan is to have Karen awake when the next boy tries..I will keep you all up to date.



Sharing Karen



She kissed me again then turned and headed for her bedroom. In less than five minutes she came back wearing a gorgeous winter-white sweater until the cardigan and a beautiful short, black skirt and black pumps. She ditched the pearls and went with a simple silver necklace and matching earrings. I did my best not to stare but it was impossible. "Wow. I didn't think you could possibly look any prettier but..."

"Thank you. I'm so glad you like it," Karen said playfully. 

Now it was my turn to show my appreciation. "You're truly amazing," I said to here. "Come here," I said as I held out my hand.

Karen smiled and took my outstretched hand. "I'm right here," she teased.

I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close. Our eyes met and for a moment we just stared at one another. "You are so beautiful." Once again, I saw a tear well up in Karen's eyes. I brushed it back with my hand then kissed her deeply and passionately. Her tongue met mine and immediately they danced and tangled as we hungrily kissed one another. 

After a very long, slow kiss I reluctantly pulled bag and Karen said, "Another 'wow.'"

Karen kissed me again and said, "I've waited to meet someone like you for so long. I don't want to scare you before our first date, but I want to let you know I have feelings for you, Cal. Very strong feelings."

"Not only am I not afraid, I'm glad you told me because the feelings are mutual, Karen." We kissed again. Longer and more passionately until we both realized if we didn't stop we'd never make it to the party.

"We better get your coat," I said reluctantly.

On the way to her office party, Karen mentioned she was selling the house. She said, "Well, I'm not selling it. Pete owns it."

"Washington is a community property state, Karen. It's half yours, too," I said authoritatively.

"No not in this case. I signed a pre-nuptial agreement when I got married." Karen sighed then said, "Another big mistake in a trail of many. I was only 19 when we met and he was on the rise with Microsoft and he was handsome and confident and I was...young...and very naïve. I couldn't ever imagine not being happy with him. Things were nice for the first year or so and then he started to change. Nothing I did was good enough. I was stupid, ignorant, and careless. I honestly thought things would get better but they just kept getting worse. I threatened to leave once and he just mocked me. I had no money, no experience, and no education. Who'd hire me? Who'd provide for me? By that point I felt trapped."

"But you have a job. How did that come about?"

"I finally told him that if didn't let me get a job, I'd leave him. I even contacted an attorney. All of a sudden, he got nice again—for a while anyway. He stopped berating me and he told me I could get a job if I wanted to but only a part-time job. Dr. Collins was my family doctor growing up and he was willing to hire me part-time in spite of the fact I'd never had a job before. And his bookkeeper, Marge, was so patient teaching me and helping me. I really love both of them. I hope you'll like them, too." 

Just then we found ourselves near her office. I managed to find a parking spot less than block away, no small feat for this time of day. Karen went to open her door and I held up my hand and said, "No, ma'am. Beautiful women never open their own doors. You just sit there and wait for me to get it, okay?" She was absolutely thrilled when I went around the car an opened her door for her. I thought for a moment she was going to tear up again. Instead she just kissed me, told me thanks, and took my hand as we headed inside.

As I opened the door for Karen I noticed two things immediately. Someone had laid out a lot of money to cater this dinner which included an open bar, and that Karen and I were the only people in the room under the age of 50 with me the only one not at least 30. I helped Karen with her coat and hung where she indicated was the appropriate place.

I'd been away less than five seconds but when I returned, there was a very large, middle-aged woman standing with Karen. A booming voice announced, "So this is your handsome young barista! Oh, my! He is a cutie-pie." 

I stood next to Karen who again took my hand and said, "Cal, this is my good friend, Marge. Marge, this is my boyfr..." She paused and then continued, "This is Cal."

Marge gave me the once over then said, "Pleased to meet you!" She continued looking at me and then pointed at me but said to Karen, "Hon? You know who he looks like? Ezra Fitz. Don't you think?"

Karen could see I was at a loss then told me, "He's the heartthrob on a show about four teenaged girls called Pretty Little Liars. It's one of Marge's favorite programs." I could easily imagine Marge spending her evenings watching TV series.

I smiled and nodded before saying, "Well, in that case, thank you, Marge. That's very kind of you."

Marge then put her finger over her mouth and said, "No. No, that's not right. He's got better hair than Ezra." She gave me another once over then snapped her fingers. "Joey Tribbiani! That's who he looks like. My, God. Just look at all that hair!" Marge reached out and touched the shock that hung down slightly over one side of my forehead. 

I'd heard of Joey and knew he was on the show Friends. I said to Karen while looking at Marge, "I think I just moved up a notch or two on the TV hunk scale. What do you think?"

Karen squeezed my hand and said, "I think I'd take you over both of them anytime."

I decided to play along and said to Marge, "Then tell me what you think. Is this beautiful girl here not a ringer for Kate Austen?"

Marge threw her hands over her mouth and exclaimed, "How many times have I told you that, Karen! You see, you really do look like that cute girl on Lost!"

Karen blushed slightly but squeezed my hand tightly and said, "That is so sweet. Evangeline Lilly is a very pretty woman. I'm happy to resemble her to the degree that's true."

I leaned down and told her, "It is true. But between you and me? You're by far the better looking of the two."

Marge bellowed as she pointed at me again and said, "Hon? That one right there is a keeper! You better hold on tight because if you don't, I might just try and steal him away from you."

We managed to excuse ourselves from Marge and Karen introduced me to the other folks with whom she worked before we grabbed some plates and loaded them up with food. I'd gotten about half way through mine when Karen excused herself to go the restroom. I was taking a sip of beer when an older man with white hair said, "You must be Cal. I'm Dr. Collins."

I set my drink down, shook his hand and said, "Yes, sir. I am. It's a pleasure. Karen absolutely loves you, by the way."

He laughed and said, "Let me assure you the feeling is mutual. She's like a daughter to me. I was waiting for the right time to chat with you and I was hoping to get a moment alone. Would you mind?"

Dr. Collins motioned me toward his office so I followed assuming Karen wouldn't think I'd abandoned her. It was quiet as we stepped inside the large door with his name on it.

"Cal. This may not be my place, but Karen grew up without a dad. He left her and her mother when she was very young. I've kind of looked after her on and off over the years and since she's been working here, I'm taken a special interest in her. She's probably shared with you some of things about her marriage and that bastard of a husband. Let me just tell you, he's worse than anything she'll likely share with you and she's very vulnerable right now. She seems to like you—a lot. Whom she dates is none of my business but her happiness is. I just want to make sure you're going to treat her right for however long you two may be together. Her husband is the only man she ever really dated so although she's 30ish, well...I just don't want to see her get hurt."

I listened very deferentially waiting for him to finish before saying, "I can assure you, sir, I will treat her with the utmost of respect and I'm actually the one who feels honored to be going out with her. She's not only obviously very beautiful but she may very well be the nicest, most wonderful woman I've ever met. I don't know how long she'll be willing to put up with a penniless college student—something I plan to change in the very near future—but I could actually see myself with her for a very long time. Perhaps even the rest of my life." 

I noticed Dr. Collins look past me over my shoulder and then say, "Hello, dear! Please come in. We were just talking about my...er, our...favorite girl."

I turned toward Karen and said, "I'm sorry I left you but Dr. Collins is very persuasive as I'm sure you know. I assumed you'd find me at some point. How long have you been standing there?"

Karen sidled up next to me and took my hand. "Long enough to hear you say the very things I've been hoping to hear you say. But don't worry, This is only our first date so I won't hold you to them." 

Dr. Collins said, "Well, I think I should excuse myself. It was nice meeting you, Cal. Karen? You have a wonderful evening, okay, sweetheart? See you Monday."

Karen looked at me and said, "Did you mean those things? Do you really feel that way about me?"

I pulled her in close and said, "I do feel that way and I did mean those words. Every one of them. Nothing would make me happier than to be with you for a very long time." 

We kissed for a very long time before Karen said, "Will you please take me...us...home? I can't give you all of the attention I'd like to give you here."

During the ride home I said to Karen, "I don't think I've wanted to be alone with a woman as much as I do with you."

Karen let go of my hand and said, "It's none of my business how many other girls you've been with but..." She stopped talking then turned away and looked out the window. "I just think I should tell that Pete's the only many I've ever had...I mean, he's the only guy I've ever..."

I reached for her hand and took it back. "That's fine, Karen. None of that matters to me. All I want is to learn what you like and give that to you when we make love."

There was no response. "Karen? Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?"

"No. Not at all. It isn't you. It's me. Honestly? I don't know what I like. I don't even really know exactly what to do. I was married for 12 years and we had sex many times, but it was pretty much always the same thing."

Karen opened up and told me that during the first year, her husband would kiss her and feel her up before hopping on and fucking her until he came before he rolled off and went to sleep. After that, there wasn't even any petting. Just a tug at her nightie to let her know he wanted sex and that was it. He basically just used her to get off. Unbelievably, Karen said she was pretty sure she'd never even had an orgasm before.

I squeezed her hand and said, "Honey? Will you trust me on something? Can you just let me take care of everything for a while? In the bedroom, I mean."

I heard a sniffle and then a choked response, "Did you just call me 'honey'? Please tell me I heard that right?" She looked at me with genuine anticipation.

"I did. But I also asked if you could trust me."

"I heard. I didn't think I had to answer because I would trust you with...my life. I'll do anything for you. Just ask me, okay?"

Just then we pulled into the driveway and I parked the car, turned off the engine, and looked directly at her. "I have only one small request when it comes to lovemaking. I would really like for you to wear what I like. Beyond that, I'm going to teach how to learn what you like by showing you how to listen to your own body and respond to my touch. You're not going to do anything for me until I tell you it's time. And that won't be tonight or...the next time, either. I'll let you know when we're ready to move on. Deal?"

Another tear. "I'm happy to wear anything for you anytime. So...yes, deal. Most definitely!"

When we got inside I led Karen straight to the master bedroom. "You go use the restroom and I'll lay out what I'd like you to wear for me, okay?"

Karen stood on her toes and kissed me. "Okay. I'm...so excited. And well, a little bit nervous, too. Please be patient with me?"

I kissed her back. "That's a given. When your 'training period' is over you are going to be begging me for sex. That's a promise."

Another kiss and Karen slipped away and went to pee. I quickly found exactly what I wanted to make her into my fantasy fuck: a soft cardigan sweater, stockings, and heels. Karen would leave the jewelry on but wear nothing else.

As she came back into the bedroom she saw what I'd laid out. "Is that what you want me to wear for you...honey?"

I took her in my arms and said, "That is exactly what I want you to wear every time we make love from now on. Different colors but the same 'uniform.' And one of the first lessons to learn is to use adult, bedroom words for all things sexual. Tonight, we won't be having sex but when we do, don't be embarrassed to refer to it as fucking. It doesn't mean I don't love you, it just means that making love is also fucking. Okay?"

Karen's eyes showed both apprehension and excitement. "I've never talked like that but it excites me to think about doing it with you. When you come back from using the bathroom, I'll be dressed and waiting for you. And you may have not even noticed but I think I just heard you tell me you love me. I'm going to pretend you do even if you didn't mean it that way."

Karen was so amazingly sweet and in many ways, still naïve. I stood in front of her and said, "I did say that and I meant it, too. But no tears this time, okay? I'll get a complex if you cry every time I say something romantic." Karen threw her arms around me and said quietly, "I love you, too." 

When I walked out of the bathroom, she was indeed waiting for me wearing what I'd requested. She'd also lit some candles giving the room a nice, soft glow. She looked like every fantasy I'd ever had rolled into one.

I began undressing myself and told her quietly, "At some point, I'll have you undress me before we fuck but for now, your only job is to lay back, watch me and focus on what you feel. I want you to connect everything you see and do with pleasure. Every look, every touch I give you, learn to associate it with the way your body feels and responds. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes."

"Good girl. Now lay back and watch me take off my clothes. Let your anticipation build as you see my chest, my abs, and finally my cock. Do you understand what you're to do, honey?"

"I do."

As I removed my shirt I turned so that Karen could see the cuts in my chest and abs. "This body is yours and yours only from now on, Karen." As I kicked off my shoes I asked, "Do you ever masturbate?"

"Sometimes," Karen said. She was staring intently at my body.

"Good. I want you to touch yourself for me while you watch, okay?"

"Okay," she said softly. As he fingers slid over her pussy, I heard her gasp lightly as her middle finger touched her clit.

"Good girl. Now focus intently on how good that feels while I finish taking off my clothes."

Karen's fingers were swirling around her pussy as I kicked off my pants. My cock was growing harder as I looked at Karen laying there in her pretty black sweater and stockings and four-inch heels. "You look so beautiful to me, sweetheart. Keep that up and as I take off my underwear, enjoy the sight of my big, thick cock and make the connection between seeing it and feeling turned on like this."

Karen whimpered her agreement. I kicked off my underwear and let Karen see my large cock for the first time. I heard her gasp softly. "That belongs to you, my love. You may do anything you like with it anytime you like but only after your training period is over. Understand?"

Karen was whimpering louder as her fingers probed inside of her wet pussy. "Yes. I understand. It's so...gorgeous. I love it."

"What do you love, Karen?" I said as I slid in next to her. "Tell me what you love."

I slid my hand down to her pussy and took over. As I touched her clit for the first time she gasped deeply, "Oh, god that feels so good! No one has ever done that for me before."

I kept gently massaging her button. "What do you love, honey?"

Karen arched her back slightly and pushed against my fingers. "I love...your...your...cock. It's so...beautiful. I want it inside me so bad," she said as she began panting slightly.

"No. No way, baby. Not tonight. No cock. Just lay there and associate every touch of your body with the pleasure it brings you. Your only job is to enjoy this. Nothing else. Understand?"

"Yessss," Karen gasped.

I continued to massage her pussy as I propped myself up and kissed her softly. "Doesn't this feel good, sweetheart?" I whispered.

"It feels so amazing. Please don't stop!"

After some long, slow, passionate kisses, I lowered my head and took her large nipple into my mouth and sucked slowly and gently. Karen let out a shriek of pleasure. "See how good that feels, honey?" I said as I swirled my tongue around her hard nipple.

"Ohhh, god! I love that! More, please!"

I alternated between breasts all the while stroking her soaking wet pussy. Anytime I thought she was even close to her first orgasm, I slowed down or stopped. Karen would beg me not to stop and even began reaching for my hand to force me to keep diddling her. "Uh, uh. Not tonight. You're not in charge of anything except feeling pleasure. Pleasure I give with my hands, my fingers, my tongue, and later—with my cock."

I slowly slid down Karen's breasts and tummy kissing her all the way until I was directly in front of her soaking wet cunt. 

Her breathing was full and heavy. "Oh my god! Are you going to do that for me, too? I didn't really believe any man would actually do that for a woman. I'd heard about it but..."

"Shhh," I told her. "Lay still and listen to your body. Pay very careful attention," I said as I lowered my head. Before making contact with her clit I added, "Yes, men who care about their lover's happiness do this and I will do it for you every time we fuck. Learn to love it, okay?" I flicked my tongue out and ran it from the bottom to the top of her clit.

Karen arched wildly and whimpered loudly. "That's right. Take it all in, sweetheart." More tongue on the clit, then inside her pussy. In and out, up and down. 

"Now imagine my cock entering your pussy," I said as I slid two fingers inside her.

"Oh...fuck!" Karen called out. "Oh, my god. Oh, fuck!"

"Very nice," I told her. "I love hearing a beautiful girl talk dirty during sex. Keep doing that for me." My tongue worked furiously on her clit as two, then three, and finally four fingers made their way deep inside my lover's warm pussy. I felt her getting very close to cumming and pulled back.

"No! Don't stop! Pleeeasseee!!" Karen begged.

"Be very quiet, honey. Okay? This is the most important part. I'm going to make you cum now. Are you ready?"

"Yes! I'm so ready. Please make me cum. Please!"

I slid my fingers back deep inside her and started gently flicking her clit with my tongue. As the tension inside of her built up, I stopped flicking and used the width of my tongue and licked her hard from top to bottom. My fingers began fucking her furiously and then just as she arched so hard she almost pushed me away, I pushed hard on her clit with my tongue, then removed my fingers and used just one of them on her clit as I slid up next to her and kissed her as she exploded in ecstasy.

"Oh, fucking goddamned it! That feels SO fucking...GOOD!!"

Karen gasped and moaned as she shuddered so hard I thought she might come apart at the seams. Then suddenly, she collapsed next to me breathing so hard she couldn't speak. Moments later, her breathing quieted down and I heard her begin to cry.




Sharing Karen



"Hey? You okay?" I asked as I climbed on top of her and held her close.

"Yes. I'm just so...HAPPY! I've never experienced anything like that in my life. I just feel so...wonderful. Thank you so much!"

We did this same thing again that night and then three more nights in a row before moving on to the next step.

The fourth night Karen chose a pink cardigan, stockings and shoes along with a double strand of pearls and matching earrings.

As we got close to her orgasm, I stopped. "No! Don't stop. Please. Make me cum!" Karen begged.

"Not yet. Tonight you're going to learn something else as me make our way toward fucking for the first time. Are you ready?"

"I am so ready, honey. What are we doing tonight? Please teach me."

I took her hands and sat her up on the bed. "Please go stand at the foot of the bed."

Karen slid off the bed and did as I told her. I moved to the end and dangled my feet off the edge. "Have you ever given a man a blow job before?" I asked as I took her hands and held them in mine.

Karen looked down at the floor as she said quietly, "No. Never."

"Sit down next to me, okay?" Karen did just that. "Your hands are very soft so we may not need any lotion but just remember—your hands can't be too soft."

"Give me your hand," I told her. She offered me her tiny little hand. I loved her long, painted nails and the way she took care of them. "I want you to touch me, okay?" I took her hand and placed on my shaft.

"I want you to gently take it in your hand and hold it for me, okay?" As she did, I kissed her softly. "You're now giving me pleasure but even so, you can connect your giving to own receiving. Try and focus on how good you feel by making me feel good."

I slipped my tongue into Karen's mouth as her hand wrapped around my member and moved gently up and down its length.

"I love your cock, Cal. It feels so warm and so big in my hand."

I showed her the places that were the most sensitive and exactly how to touch them. "See this ridge right here at the head of my cock? That's the mushroom. Underneath is a very, very sensitive place that feels so good when it's touched or licked."

"Licked?" Karen said between kisses. 

"Yes. Licked. Just as I used my tongue to give you so much pleasure, you need to learn exactly how to do that for me, too. Are you ready to try?"

"Yes. I can't wait to make you feel that good, sweetheart."

I spent the next few minutes showing Karen where and how to lick before moving on to actually sucking my throbbing cock. I explained how important it was for her to maintain eye contact while she was taking me in and out of her mouth and that it was also very pleasant to cup my ball sack and massage them gently as she sucked my cock. Karen was so beautiful on her knees taking my cock deep inside her mouth while wrapping her fingers and red nails around it. I explained that sometimes it was nice to watch a woman use just her head and instructed her to clasp her hands behind her back as she sucked. Deep throating took quite a bit of practice over many days but Karen eventually learned to do a very respectable job. Getting used to the gagging and huge amounts of saliva wasn't easy but Karen was more than eager to learn everything she could about pleasing me in bed.

Just three days later, I fucked my beautiful girlfriend for the first time. The week we'd spent preparing her to get in touch with her body and her pleasure centers was well worth it. I would bring Karen to a first orgasm with my fingers and tongue and then fuck her until she came a second time. More often than not she would beg for a third which I would make happen just using my fingers and kissing her.

Karen loved sex at least as much as me and perhaps even more. To my delight she was virtually insatiable and I caught her masturbating many times when I was too tired to oblige her again.

We dated through the summer and married in the fall. Our love life was sensational but I eventually learned that no matter how good it was sex with the same person became...boring. It wasn't the other person's fault and it didn't matter how good one was at doing it. Eating filet mignon was great but having it seven days a week was not.

Just before our second wedding anniversary the subject of previous girlfriends came up and Karen, who had never asked or even seemed to care, wanted to how many other girls I'd slept with. She wasn't upset, she just seemed to need to know. 

Finally I told her, "I'm not exactly sure but I'm guessing somewhere around 25 maybe."

All she said was, "Oh. Okay. I just wanted to know."

Neither of us mentioned it again until a few days before our anniversary. After we finished making love, I said to Karen. "Honey? I want to offer you something. Please don't be upset because this isn't easy to say but I am being sincere when I say it."

Karen sat up in bed and said, "This sounds serious. Is something wrong?"

"No. Nothing's wrong. It's just that something's missing."

Karen seemed distressed. "Missing? What's missing? I don't know what you're talking about. Am I not doing something you like or am I doing it the wrong way?"

I lay there for a moment before turning toward her and saying, "You know how much I love you, right?"

Karen said, "Yes but now you're scaring me because I know there's a 'but' coming. Cal, I love you so much. I can't lose you. Please don't tell me you've been with another woman because..."

"Karen. Honey. No, there's been no other woman. It's just that, well, you've had so little experience—sexually speaking. I just thought it might be nice if I brought..."

Karen sat up straight and cried out, "No! Don't you dare say you want to bring another woman into our bed! I don't think I could bear to see you...fuck another woman. Please don't do that to us, Cal. Please!"

I sat up and reached out for her. She pulled back. "Karen. Listen. I don't want another woman. Okay?"

"You don't? Then what are you talking about? What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Come here," I said extending my arms to her. She snuggled in close and laid her head on my shoulder. I stroked her long, dark hair and said, "Remember when you asked me how many other women I'd slept with?"

"Yes. Of course I remember. Why?"

"Well. I started me thinking about how you've only been with me since your divorce and before that, only with one other man. And I was also thinking about how much you've learned to love sex."

"Mmmm. I definitely do love getting fucked. You were such a naughty boy and such an excellent teacher," she purred. 

"You do indeed love getting fucked. The truth is, sometimes I just can't keep up with you. And lately, I feel kind of guilty."

Karen sat back and looked at me. "Guilty? About what?"

"Having had so much variety and so many different women before I met you."

"Why would you feel guilty about that? I'm actually kind of envious. Looking back, I wish I'd had more..." 

Karen stopped in mid-sentence as it finally dawned on her what I was saying. "Oh, my god! Are you saying...are you suggesting...I want to fuck other men? Are you suggesting I don't love you with all my heart? Really? Is that what you're implying here?"

I took her face in my hands and said, "Honey, I know you love me. About that there is no doubt. None. But can you honestly say you wouldn't enjoy being able to have some good-looking young guy fuck you with my approval?"

Karen surprised the hell out of me when she slapped me. "You bastard! How dare you? Just because I love sex doesn't mean I'm a slut! Why would you even say something like that? Answer me!"

I sat there rubbing my face which still smarted from the sting of her slap. "Because something deep inside of me tells me there's a curiosity inside of you that won't let you stop wondering what sex with another man would be like. And I know you'd never cheat on me so I'm offering you this." I paused before saying, "And I hope you won't hit me again but I'm going to be honest and say I think I would be hugely turned on watching you get turned on being with another guy."

Karen didn't slap me again but she just sat there staring at me. She didn't speak. She just stared. After a few minutes she said, "I'm sleeping on the couch tonight. I'm not mad at you anymore. I'm just totally confused and I want to be by myself." She grabbed her favorite pillow and walked out of our bedroom. I was relieved when she didn't slam the door. 

I didn't sleep much that night as I couldn't stop wondering and worrying how she might react in the morning. I couldn't help but think that deep down I was 100% right but the possibility that I'd just made a monumental mistake wouldn't go away. I tossed and turned all night sleeping a few minutes here and there. At 5:30am, I gave up trying and went to the garage where I had a weight bench and some other lifting gear. At 6:30, I went inside to have a cup of coffee and Karen was already there sitting at the table with a cup of her own.

For the first time since the night of the office party, Karen wasn't warm and loving toward me. I'd never once seen her in a bad mood. She'd never been unfriendly. Hell, we'd never even had a fight. In fact, she was not only constantly in a good mood, she was pretty much ready to fuck anytime, day or night. I was beginning to think I'd made a strategic error even mentioning other guys. I knew I had a good thing going, even a great thing, I just honestly believed this would make things even better. It seemed so unfair for a woman like Karen to have ever had sex with only two men. We weren't religious people so there was no moral prohibition against adultery and I was sure Karen would warmly embrace this opportunity. This gift. Until now.

I poured myself a cup in silence. I sat there sipping on it until it was nearly gone. As I stood up to get a second cup, Karen held hers out indicating she wanted a refill, too. "Thank you," she said when I handed it to her. "Can we talk?"

I sat down across from her and said, "Of course."

She drummed her nails on the side of the cup for some amount of time before looking up and saying, "Tell me how this is something we share. Beyond the obvious, of course. How do you and I both enjoy this together? Watching isn't enough. That's just voyeurism and I find that a little creepy. I love you SO much and everything's been going great with us and then you drop this on me out of the blue? Why? What's so wrong with OUR sex life that you need to add this to it? I've done everything you ever asked—and quite frankly, I've loved every bit of it. You made me aware of a part of myself I didn't know existed. I'm still excited every time you fuck me. I want more and more because it just keeps getting better and better. So help me explain this...this fantasy of yours."

I drew a deep breath and then said quietly, "Karen. Honey. I love you, too. And yes, I love what we do together. It's downright amazing. You have indeed done everything I've asked for or even dreamed of. But this isn't for me, it's for you."

Karen snorted. I couldn't remember her ever doing that before. "How is this for me when I only want you?" she demanded.

"Okay. Let me try and explain it this way. When you met me, did you ever think—did you ever even dream sex could be as enjoyable as it became once you got fully in touch with your body and made the connection between sex and pleasure?" Karen didn't respond so I continued. "I'm the one who doesn't want or need anyone else. I got all that out of my system before I met you. We've never discussed that part of my life but I'll just say I left no stone unturned where sex was concerned. So when I met you, I fell in love and once I knew you could be a great lover, I gave all that up. Permanently. I have those other memories with me for life. I don't need to but I can relive them anytime I want. But I don't want or need another woman—ever. I just want to give you the same thing. New experiences. New memories. Shared with me."

Karen cocked her head to one side and said, "Okay. The sex would undoubtedly feel good. That's a given. It might even be nice to have had more experiences to look back on. But you still haven't answered my question. How do WE share this experience together? How does it become something for US rather than this 'gift' as you call it, for ME? That's what I need to know because if I can't share it with you then I'm not interested."

I stood up and went around the table and sat next to my beautiful wife. "Like this," I said. For the next ten minutes, I explained how I envisioned this happening. I spelled out exactly how although he would be there, it would she and I making love. He would be a prop. A sex toy. Someone we would use as a 'thing.' I was wrapping up my argument but not quite finished when I noticed Karen's breathing had deepened. It was slowing down and getting deeper. I could sense a change in her but couldn't be sure what it was.

"So that's why I think this would be amazing for you and for both of us."

"I lied last night," Karen said softly. "I was mad at you. And for the first time since we met, I was angry. I felt so...betrayed. I couldn't make sense of any of this. Yet something told me you were probably right. Something said I should trust you just like I did when you helped me get in touch with my innermost feelings of pleasure and learn to tie them to sex. But I just couldn't bridge the gap from my rational mind to get to the place of trust. But what you just said? The way you laid it all out? If it can be just like that...if you can make that our reality, then...yes, I would be willing to let another man fuck me. But right now, I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now. On this table."

I obliged her willingly until we were both a sweaty, stick mess of perspiration, cum, and pussy juices. "Oh, my god. That was amazing!" Karen said. "All I could think of was you and...him...doing everything to me you said." Karen paused then said, "I want that, Cal. I want that for us."

I leaned over on top of Karen and said, "I haven't discussed this one with anyone else yet. I hope that goes without saying. That means there's no guy or list of guys waiting. But I do have someone in mind I think will be perfect for us." I kissed her softly several times and said, "Can you trust me and my choice for us?"

Karen moaned softly and kissed me back. "Yes. Of course I can. And I do. You've been right about everything else. I have no doubt you'll pick the perfect man to fuck me, too."

I fucked Karen again—hard—then took a shower and set about putting this plan in motion.

Chapter 3

I had a friend at the local gym named Jordan Summers. He was my top choice to be Karen's fuck tool. Jordan was a couple of years older than me but still younger than Karen. He was single and had a full head of dirty blond hair and a very muscular body. Like me, he'd worn braces as a kid, something we discussed once when we overheard one of the girls at the front desk tell her friend, "They are both SO cute. Great hair, perfect smiles. Yum!" 

We laughed and I was the first to say, "Mine is due to 18 months in braces so thanks go to my parents for footing the bill."

Jordan laughed and said, "Yeah. Same here. My grill was all kinds of messed up before the orthodontist hooked me up—literally."

We'd talked a half dozen times about various things but mostly about workouts and routines. He spotted for me once on a chest day and I was hoping he'd be there today so I could get him to do the same.

I was completely jazzed when I saw him in the cardio area. I strolled on by him and pretended not to notice he was on one of the stair climbers. As I did, Jordan called out, "Hey, dude! What's the deal? You don't even say 'hey' anymore?" 

I turned around and feigned surprise as I looked up at him. "Oh, sorry, man! I didn't expect to see you anywhere near the cardio machines. I thought you were strictly into pumping iron."

He was pouring sweat so I hoped he was nearly finished. "Are you kidding? I don't know about you but if I don't do the cardio, too, I get these nice little love handles around my waist."

I laughed and said, "Gives the girls something to hold onto, right?"

I heard the rhythm of his machine change and his pace slowed and moments later, he stepped off and reached for his towel. "I'll take your word for it. I guess love handles must have some kind of evolutionary purpose to them." He slapped the side of my stomach which, unlike his, had just the slightest amount of fat on it. "Looks you could use some cardio time, too, good buddy!"

I flexed my stomach to show off my six-pack abs even as I realized they were no match for the eight-pack he sported. "Okay, fine. So I'm not at 5% body fat. It's a great tradeoff for all the good home cooking I get from my beautiful wife. You should try it."

Jordan smiled and said, "Your wife or her cooking?"

I laughed and said, "Hell, why not both?"

Jordan laughed too, until I stopped and said, "I'm only half kidding."

The smile fell from his face as he wiped the sweat from it with his towel before asking, "What exactly are you saying, Cal? Are you inviting me over for dinner or something?"

"If you'll spot me today, I'll tell you. Deal?"

Jordan raised an eyebrow then stuck out his hand. "Sure. Deal. And dude, you know I've seen your wife before, right?"

I shook his hand then with the toss of my head indicated we should head toward the benches. "I do. And I'm hoping that's the reason why you'll stay with me here and keep an open mind."

Forty-five minutes later, neither of us could do another rep. After a quick shower I said, "Let's walk down to the Starbucks on the corner and then we'll talk, okay?"

Jordan towel-dried his hair then combed it out before saying, "As long as you're buying. You're the guy with the good job. I'm the poor grad student who's starting to feel like he's a professional student."

We ordered our drinks and I did in fact pick up the tab. We sat down near the window and had a reasonable amount of privacy. I started out slowly by explaining where Karen and I were at in our relationship then transitioned into where we wanted to go.

"Wow. You're serious about this? Your wife is a freakin' babe, dude. Are you sure she's cool with this, too?" Jordan paused and took another sip of his latte. "Are you sure you're cool with this?"

I assured him I was absolutely okay with it and that Karen was, too. "Then sign me up, bro. I've fantasized about this kind of thing before but haven't ever tried it. I came close once with this crazy girl I was dating who loved to get tied up and ass fucked but I've never actually done a threesome." Another pause and another sip. "But the way you described this it'll be more like I'm a human vibrator or a..."

I laughed as I filled in his sentence. "A human dildo. That's what you're signing up for. You get to fuck a very hot, very sexy chick, she gets to get fucked, and I get to enjoy watching her get fucked. But that's it. No texting, no chatting, no sharing feelings. No nothing except for sex on our terms. It's a classic win, win, win for all of us, right?"

That evening after dinner I poured us both a glass of wine and asked Karen to sit next to me. I told her I had some very good news and her eyes widened followed by a big smile. "Get out of here! Did you find someone already?"

"I did. And you're going to be very pleased with my choice. I promise."

Karen leaned over to kiss me and said, "Mmmm. I can't wait. When is this going to happen, honey?"

I said, "You should probably get in the shower and change because he'll be here in about an hour and a half."

Karen sat bolt upright, turned to me and said, "Are you serious? Tonight? He's coming here tonight? Oh, my god! Oh, my god! I do need to get ready. Oh, my god! Are you kidding me? He's really coming here tonight?"




Sharing Karen



I took her wine glass and said, "No, I'm not kidding. Jordan is most definitely coming here tonight in order to make you cum. So you'd best run along and get ready for your date."

"Jesus fucking Christ! Oh, my god! I can't believe this actually happening tonight. I thought it would take you several weeks to set this up. Do I know this Jordan? Is he cute? Is he...hung?"

"Honey. You need to go get ready. I'm not sure if you know him but he definitely knows you and he thinks you're hot as hell."

"And he agreed to everything we discussed? All of it?"

"He did. Every word. So go. Get sexy...-er."

Karen stood up and said, "Just so you know, I was so excited when you told me about this I bought a special outfit to wear. I haven't even cut the tags off yet. What I can promise you is you're going to love it." She bent down and kissed me full on the mouth and whispered, "I love you so much. Thank you for this."

I heard the shower running and then the blow dryer going over the course of the next hour. I knew Karen would be doing her nails and makeup along with getting dressed. For me, seeing her fully clothed wearing what I liked was as important as the fucking itself. I couldn't wait to see what she'd picked out to wear the first time we let another man fuck her. I was getting hard just imagining her taking Jordan's cock when I heard the doorbell ring.

I finished the wine in my glass, dropped off the empty on the counter, and went to open the door.

"Hey, Jordan! Come on in. I'd thank you for coming but something tells me the pleasure is all yours. Or at least it will be."

I escorted him into the living room of our modest three-bedroom home and offered him a glass of wine. "Normally, I don't drink alcohol but I gotta tell you, bro, I'm more than a little bit nervous about all this," Jordan confided.

"It's understandable. We barely even know each other and you've never met Karen. You've seen her but that's not the same thing for sure. For us, the relative anonymity is a big plus. I have to at least casually know anyone I bring home for her but it can't be a close friend." I poured myself a second glass and handed Jordan's to him.

"So I guess that means we won't be spending a lot of time together uh, out of the office, as it were," Jordan quipped.

"You never know. You and I can hang out. Just not you and my wife."

Jordan held up his hand. "I totally understand, man. This is about sex and only sex. Not love, not dating, not friends. Just sex. Understood loud and clear."

Just then I heard Karen call out from the upstairs bedroom, "Honey? Can you come here for a minute?" Karen called out. "I need your opinion on something." I excused myself and told Jordan I'd be right back and to make himself at home.

I ran upstairs and saw Karen standing there in the buff. "Is he here?" she asked nervously.

"He is," I told her.

"Oh, my god! I am SO nervous I'm almost shaking," she said. I moved next to her and put my arms around her.

"You're freezing," I told her. "Where's your robe?"

"Robe? I need to get dressed. I just can't decide something. Should I wear a bra or not?" she asked.

"Hmmm. Well, since your part of the deal is to advertise yourself as a desirably fuckable woman, I'd say there's every reason not to wear a bra. What do you think?"

"I agree. I just wanted to be sure." Karen looked at me for a moment then laughed quietly. "It's funny but I was actually worried about looking too slutty. But isn't that the whole purpose of this?"

I kissed her and said, "If you were doing this behind my back then it would be slutty. But because we're doing this together, it's just a new chapter in our sex life. A chapter I think we're both going to enjoy very much." I took her in my arms and kissed her again before saying, "I can't wait to see Jordan's face when you come downstairs."

Karen smiled wickedly and then she stopped suddenly and said, "No! Wait a second! Jordan? Is this the guy from the gym? The blond guy with muscles in his shit? That Jordan?"

"One and the same," I assured her. "You didn't react the first time I mentioned his name. Are you excited?"

"Holy fuck! He is SO freaking gorgeous. I just didn't put two and two together until right now. How did you manage to get him to...oh, never mind. It doesn't matter. Just go downstairs and let me get dressed, okay?"

I gave Karen one more kiss then left her to get ready. Her long dark hair looked amazing. Long and straight with a very nice, soft wave in it on both sides and just a wisp of bangs. I noticed she'd chosen a thin, sleeveless, white, ribbed-knit top that had a very deep scooped neckline. In fact, it looked like it might require something to be worn underneath to keep her nipples from showing over the neckline but that just stoked the flames of lust in me even more. Jordan wouldn't give a damn what she was wearing but I would and this was sexy as hell. Next to it was this very, very short pleated skirt. It was black with a white stripe around the bottom. It looked like it would just barely cover her ass and hide her pussy while she was standing. She had some suntan colored stockings and black heels next to it. Karen was already wearing a beautiful silver necklace and matching earrings. I couldn't wait to see her take another man's cock in that outfit!

Jordan was almost done with his glass of wine by the time I got back downstairs. "Need a refill there, stud?" I asked.

"No, thanks. I'm good now. I don't want the alcohol interfering with my performance. Just enough to take the edge off. So? Is she almost ready?" Jordan asked impatiently.

"Yep. And you're gonna love what you see, my friend. I'm horny as hell and she wasn't even ready yet."

Just then I heard the click of heels on the stairs. Jordan stood up next to me to greet Karen who had just cleared the last step. She turned to her right and saw both of us looking at her.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Honey, you look sensational."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Jordan said as he jaw hit the floor. "Oh, sorry. I just meant... Yeah—wow!"

Karen walked up to us and I said, "Honey, this is Jordan Summers. Jordan, my beautiful wife, Karen."

Jordan extended his hand but Karen stepped in close to him and put her arms around him and said, "It's very nice to meet you, Jordan. Thank you for the compliment. You look very nice yourself."

Karen's nipples were very hard and just barely hidden underneath the neckline of her sweater. I was certain that if I bent down ever-so-slightly, I'd see her pussy under this extremely short, pleated skirt.

"Would anyone like more wine?" I asked as Karen and Jordan sat next to one another on the couch.

Both declined so I sat on the other side of Karen. I spoke first. "We both want to thank you for joining us, Jordan. This is a huge new step for us and we're glad that you're the first person who'll be enjoying this."

Karen looked over at me and said coyly, "First? Hmmm. I think someone's already decided this won't be a one-time thing."

I responded by saying, "Something tells me when this is over, someone's going to hope it won't be." I paused for a moment and asked Karen, "Are you relaxed enough to get started, baby?"

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "I'm extremely nervous but that may be excitement and it isn't going to go away unless we do get started so, yes, I'm ready."

I looked over at Jordan and said, "Any questions?"

"None. I know my part by heart," he said.

As I lifted up my right arm to run down Karen's right arm, Jordan did the same thing his left to Karen's left. We ran the nail side of our fingers down her arms then the fleshy side back up them. Next, we brushed her soft, long hair back behind her ears then gently ran our hands across her cheek. Our hands moved slowly down her face, neck, and shoulders and then the backs of our hands brushed across her nearly-bare breasts. Karen gasped. We stopped below her boobs then lifted them up and cupped them both of us kneading them gently. Karen began to whimper.

As we massaged her gorgeous tits we kissed her cheeks over and over before I kissed her full on the lips. As soon as I moved away, Jordan did the same thing. I felt Karen tremble slightly. Once Jordan moved to the side, I kissed my wife again and this time I slipped my tongue deep into her warm, wet mouth. As Jordan did the same, Karen made a noise that I hadn't heard before but it was clearly an indication of immense pleasure. As he finished that kiss Karen moaned, "Oh, my fucking god. Oh, honey. This is so incredible! Thank you so much. You were right again. I fucking love this!"

Jordan continued feeling Karen up as I ran my hand slowly down her tummy and onto her thighs. "Would you mind spreading your legs for us, sweetheart?" I whispered.

"I would love to spread my legs for you two handsome men." Karen opened her legs wide revealing her freshly shaved, bald little pussy.

"Mmmm. You shaved for us. Thank you, honey. Take a look, Jordan. She shaved her pussy for us." Jordan leaned over and looked as I began stroking her clit.

"That looks amazing, Karen," Jordan said as his turn to finger her pussy came around.

"Oh! Oh! Oh...my god! Oh...fuck!" Karen moaned.

"Your wife's pussy is soaking wet," Jordan said to me.

I took another turn then said, "Here, sweetie. Taste your pussy for me."

Karen opened her mouth and slowly took both fingers in and sucked them clean. As I did so, Jordan's fingers were deep inside her and then in her mouth.

"I think we need to get my wife to a bed so she can be fucked, Jordan. Would you do the honors, please?" I said.

"I'd be honored." Jordan scooped her up and stood holding her in his arms. "You lead the way, Cal."

"It's okay to kiss him, honey," I said.

"Mmmm. I thought you'd never get around to saying that. Thank you so much, sweetheart."

I heard mouths and tongues all the way up the stairs. Jordan laid her gently on the bed and continued kissing and petting her while I got undressed. Once I was naked, I took over the heavy petting while Jordan took his clothes off. I stopped kissing Karen once his underwear where off and said, "Do you want to see your other cock, sweetheart."

"Mmmm. Yes. Let me see. Karen raised her head and cried out, "Oh Jesus! It's so beautiful. Oh, Cal. I love it."

Jordan came over and started kissing her as I slid down between her legs and began slowly eating her pussy. Karen's arms were wrapped tightly around Jordan's muscular body as they French kissed deeply. Jordan also continued to cup and fondle one of Karen's breasts.

"You enjoying yourself, baby?" I asked as I came up for air.

"Yes! Oh...god. Fuck, yes! This is the most amazing thing ever. Thank you so much, sweetie."

"Your turn, my friend," I said to Jordan who slid down into the empty space I left behind.

His tongue immediately went deep inside Karen's drenched pussy followed by two and then three fingers.

"Fuck! Oh, god. Oh...FUCK!!

"Someone is really enjoying herself." I propped her head up on a pillow so she could watch Jordan eating her out. I released one of her boobs from the sweater and began sucking hard on the nipple. "You getting close yet, baby?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm so close to cumming. Oh...fuuuuck!"

"Are you ready to take another man's cock in your sweet pussy?" I said trying to keep my breathing under control. Karen could only nod.

"Then it's time," I said so Jordan could hear.

I was going to kiss Karen as Jordan entered her. Her tongue would enter my mouth as his cock entered her. That way, I would know how deep he was in her pussy and we would thus share this most intimate of experiences.

"I love you, baby," I said to Karen as Jordan pushed up and prepared to mount her.

"I love you, too, honey. So much. Oh, my god. I'm actually going to get fucked by another man right now."

"You are. Go ahead and guide him in, sweetheart," I said.

Karen reached down for Jordan's massive, hard cock then hungrily searched for my mouth. She lined him up directly in front of her Vault then put her lips on mine. Moments later, her tongue began entering my mouth. Karen moaned as her tongue slowly inched deeply inside my mouth until it was all the way to the back of my throat. Karen screamed a muffled scream but kept using her tongue to indicate where Jordan's cock was at in her pussy. In, out, deep, shallow, buried to the hilt and held there. Popping in and out with just the tip. Then deep. Then deeper.

I felt Karen arch as her arms flailed to grab both of us. Jordan fucked her as hard and as fast as he could until Karen broke our kiss and screamed out in ecstasy. "God fucking damn it! Fuck me, Jordan! Please, fuck meeeee...oh fucking...gawddd!!"

Jordan pulled out and I moved back as he used his hand to direct his load all over Karen's face and pretty sweater leaving streams of sticky goo everywhere. Once spent, Jordan fell to the side and lay there quietly trying to catch his breath as Karen and I embraced and kissed.

We were both breathing very hard and when I noticed a tear in Karen's eye. "Are you okay, baby?" I asked. I hadn't seen her cry since that day in the coffee shop.

"Yes. I'm fine. These are tears of joy, honey. I'm just so fucking happy."

I smiled and kissed her again. "You're just happy to have gotten fucked," I corrected her.

"Mmmm. I won't argue with that. This was the best anniversary present ever," Karen murmured as her breathing began to slow.

"Then you're gonna love your birthday present six months from now," I told her.

"Why is that?" Karen asked.

I lifted myself up and looked into her eyes and said as I stroked her pretty face, "Because Jordan has a twin brother."



Sharing Kate



"Do you want another drink?" 

"No thanks man," I answered with a dismissive wave of my hand. "I think I'm done for the night." 

"Oh come on!" Ryan goaded. "Don't be a pussy!" 

I just laughed and shook my head at my friend's persistence. 

"Fine," I responded in resolution. "But only if Kate has one too." 

Ryan cocked his head in the direction of his girlfriend who was seated on the couch beside me, her legs pulled up under her body. His expression revealed his desire for all three of us to continue our night of drinking. 

"Ooooookay," Kate said, rolling her eyes in mock resistance. "I guess we can have one more." 

I watched suspiciously as Ryan prepared the drinks, gauging the amount of alcohol he distributed to each one. I knew from experience that he tended to mix them stronger as the night went on, and at this stage, he was mixing them about half and half whiskey and coke. 

"Thanks," I said dryly as I accepted my last drink of the evening. 

I took a sip and pretended to hide my disgust as the foul tasting liquid passed my lips. I had imbibed my fill of alcohol for the night, and I knew that drinking anymore would simply be overkill. Kate took a drink as well before we exchanged knowing glances revealing our mutual dislike of Ryan's bartending methods. 

"Soooo," Ryan drawled as slumped down on the couch beside his girlfriend, causing her to shift over towards me. "What do you think of Kate's new outfit?" 

I threw an arm over the back of the couch and pretended to study Kate's attire, although in reality I had already taken notice numerous times during the night. 

"Not bad," I stated with a smile, as Kate rolled her eyes with slight embarrassment. "I'm impressed. I've never seen you wear a skirt before." 

It was true. Kate had always been kind of a tom-boy with a very plain fashion style, often mocking the current trends with fun-loving contempt. Over the last few times that I had visited my friends, however, I had witnessed a gradual transition in her appearance as she cautiously began to adopt a much more stylish and feminine look. Even her hair had evolved from a short, plain boyish style into a shoulder length do, containing hints of blonde that accented her facial features perfectly. She was also now wearing jewellery, as indicated by the dangling hoop earrings and matching silver necklace adorning her slender neck. 

"Do you have any idea how much convincing it took to get her to wear that tonight?" Ryan said, before taking another drink. "She thinks it makes her legs look too skinny." 

"Really?" I asked, leaning back to get a better look. 

I could sense Kate's discomfort growing by the second. 

"She looks hot right?" Ryan continued, as if trying to convince me of something. 

"Uh huh," I agreed, beginning to share in Kate's discomfort. 

Throughout the entire night, Ryan had been making comments like that. When we had been at the club earlier he had even tried to convince me to dance with her. And now that we had arrived home and his judgement was being tainted by intoxication, he seemed to be stepping up his efforts. 

As Ryan left the room for a quick trip to the bathroom, Kate and I shared a brief moment of awkward silence before I broke the tension. 

"You think if we dump some of our drinks out he'll notice?" I asked, unable to stomach anymore of the foul concoction. 

"Good idea," Kate beamed, hopping up from the couch. "Hurry." 

With a laugh, we rushed to the kitchen sink and poured out most of our drinks before refilling the glasses with coke. 

"Is it just me or is Ryan acting kind of funny tonight?" I asked, as I shut the fridge door and headed back into the living room. 

Kate just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. I could tell something was up. 

As we heard the toilet flush, we hurried back to our seats before Ryan re-entered, strolling over the stereo system in the corner of the living room. 

"Man, you should have been here on Halloween," he said, pressing 'play" on the stereo. "Kate dressed up as a nurse. " 

"Oh yeah?" I responded, glancing over at Kate, who avoided eye contact by turning away and taking a sip of her diluted drink. 

"Yeah, she looked really hot." 

Again I looked to Ryan's girlfriend, whose face flushed red as she attempted to conceal her growing smile. Studying her nervous mannerisms, I took a drink from my own glass as music soon filled the room. Walking back over to us, Ryan turned on a lamp before turning off the main light, basking the entire area in a dim lamplit glow. 

"You should have seen it," he continued, taking a seat beside his girlfriend. "She had this short, white latex dress with white stockings." 

"Wow," I said with a smile, glancing back at Kate, who seemed to be gulping down her drink with increasing speed. "I wish I could have seen it." 

"You still can," Ryan countered promptly, placing a hand on his girlfriend's knee. "Babe, why don't you go put it on. 

Fully expecting Kate to brush off the suggestions of her inebriated boyfriend, my eyes widened with surprised as she gulped down the remainder of her drink before standing up and heading into the bedroom. As she exited the room, Ryan partially concealed a satisfied smile by taking another sip. My eyes narrowed with suspicion as I studied his movements, but he seemed unconcerned in any way. A few moments later, he got up and followed his girl into the bedroom. 

At first I thought the evening was over and those two would be locked away for the rest of the night, but I soon heard quiet talking, although I was unable to make out what they were saying. I was taking another drink when Ryan re-emerged from the bedroom, grinning from ear to ear. 

"You gotta see this man"," he proclaimed. "Sooo fucking hot." 

I raised my glass in salute as down as Kate walked through the door and into the hallway. Glancing over, my jaw dropped as she appeared out of the darkness, making her way into the living room with tentative, hesitant steps. 

She was standing a few inches taller than usual, due to the knee-high white latex boots she was wearing. Up to mid-thigh, her slender legs were covered by a pair of sheer, white stockings that clung tightly, outlining every single muscle. Around her waist, a tight fitting white latex skirt covered her narrow hips, reaching down to allow only a narrow strip of bare skin to be visible between it and the stockings. Kate was wearing a matching top as well, outlining her small but well formed breasts, wrapping around her upper torso. Between the shimmering white material of her skirt and top, her midriff was clearly visible showing off a tightly toned, flat stomach. Her hair hung down to one side, bouncing against her face as she walked, partially concealing the dimple in her right cheek that formed every time she smiled. Her big, brown, doe-like eyes struggling to keep from nervously glancing at the floor as she made her way into the room. Atop her head was a tiny white hat, complete with little red cross that portrayed the sexy outfit as a nurse's. Standing before us in display, she paused and placed her hands on her hips, her arms covered up to the elbow with a pair of long, white, latex gloves. 

"Well?" Ryan stated emphatically, smiling as we both took in the sexy sight. "What do you think?" 

"Uh....," I stammered, struggling to find the words. "Wow." 

Kate slowly spun in a circle, modelling the provocative outfit further. As she turned, my eyes scanned up and down before settling in on the smooth, white latex skirt hugging the pert round cheeks of her ass. As if feeling my unscrupulous gaze on her backside, she paused for a moment before finishing her tantalizing rotation. 

"You actually went out dressed like that?" I asked, as Kate stepped over and reached down to pick up Ryan's drink from the coffee table. "I'm surprised." 

"And why is that?" she countered, her body swaying to the music as she took a sip from the glass. 

"I...I just didn't think you'd wear something like that. You usually act pretty...conservative." 

"You don't think I can act slutty?" she asked, her lips curling up into a cute smile as she stared down at me over the glass with her big brown eyes. 

I shrugged, starting to feel a little uncomfortable with my friend's girl looming over me. 

"I...I guess I've just never seen you like...this," 

Kate let out soft, quick laugh as she handed the drink back to Ryan and walked over to me. Taking a nervous sip from my own glass, I glanced up to see her standing directly in front of me. Furrowing my brow in confusion, I sat back and threw a glance over to Ryan whose face was aglow with a beaming, spirited grin. 

"So..." Kate continued, her hands clasped behind her back as she bashfully turned from side to side. "Do you...like seeing me like this?" 

Again I looked over to Ryan, who simply smiled again before taking a long pull from his glass and hopping to his feet. 

"Uh..." I stammered with perplexed expression. "S...sure." 

"Come on man," he blurted out enthusiastically as he embraced his girlfriend from behind, wrapping his arms around her. "That's not a very enthusiastic response. Look at her! She's hot as hell!" 

Forcing out an awkward laugh, I watched as Ryan ran his adventurous hands up his girlfriend's body. 

"Doesn't this outfit make her tits look great?" he asked, more of a statement than a question, as he gave Kate's breasts a lecherous squeeze. 

I sat speechlessly gawking as her face flushed red and she bit her bottom lip nervously. 

"But..." he continued, releasing his grasp and spinning Kate around by the hips. "I bet you like this view even better." 

Ryan grinned with satisfaction as he presented his girl's latex covered ass to my roaming eyes. His hands slid over the smooth material before lifting his palm and bringing it down with a loud 'slap'. Kate let out a giggle as she subserviently stood on display as her boyfriend continued. 

"Have a feel," he suggested, squeezing her firm little asscheek through the tightly stretched mini skirt. 

I cast him a dubious glare, eyeing the scene suspiciously. I began to wonder if this was some kind of elaborate joke. 

Kate looked back over her shoulder and smiled, her expression encouraging me to follow Ryan's tempting proposition. 

"Alright," I said finally, shrugging my shoulders as I reached out and laid a firm hand on her enticing, round ass. 

Feeling the smoothness of the shiny material, I cupped my hand under her right cheek, squeezing gently. As she felt my touch, Kate pushed her ass back into my hand, encouraging me to increase the pressure of my fingers, clutching and feeling with increasing confidence. 

"Nice eh?" Ryan said with a grin as he watched me fondle his girlfriend's backside. 

"Ooookay," I blurted out suddenly, removing my hand and sitting back in my seat. "What's going on here?" 

Kate turned around, her face flushed red as she smiled sheepishly. She then exchanged a knowing glance with her boyfriend, as if communicating telepathically. She gave him a subtle nod and he turned to me, his hands still resting on her hips. 

"Do you want to fuck her?" 

The bluntness of Ryan's question struck me like a bolt of lightning and I sat, staring dumfounded as the pair awaited my response. I glanced at Kate's expecting face, seeing no indication of humour. 

"Are you serious?" 

"Yes," Ryan responded promptly. "We...thought it might be fun to try a threesome." 

"Yeah...," I said cautiously as my eyes roamed up and down Kate's enticing body. "I'm sure it would be..." 

"Well?" Kate piped in, taking a step towards me. "What do you say?" 

I took a deep breath and exhaled. 

"Sure," I answered finally, acquiescing as I slapped my hands against my thighs. "Let's do it." 

Kate's face lit up with delight as the words of my compliance hit her ears. Ryan smiled with satisfaction and patted his girl lightly on the ass, prompting her forward. Kim moved closer, her face displaying a nervous but enthusiastic expression. As her legs came to rest against the edge of the couch she leaned over, placing her hands on either side of my head as she stared into my eyes. Her cute little dimples gradually disappeared as her smiling visage turned to one of sexual intensity. I swallowed hard and inhaled deeply as she crawled onto my lap, her white latex skirt sliding up her thighs as she straddled my legs. Hooking her hands behind my head, she gave me one more glance before leaning in and pressing her lips to mine. 

At first I was hesitant, feeling strange about kissing Kate in front of her boyfriend, but the feel of her soft lips and prodding tongue combined with the night's intake of disinhibiting alcohol soon overcame my reluctance and I opened my mouth to accept her lustful advances. Placing my hands on her lower back I felt her sleek muscles with one hand as the other slid down to tentatively grope at her firm, latex-clad ass. Kate's soft slender hands moved up to tousle the hair on the back of my head as her kissing grew more passionate. Just as I was becoming lost in the moment, she pulled her mouth from mine and kissed my neck, nibbling her way up to my ear as she ground her hips into me. 

"Mmmm," she purred quietly into my ear. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." 

I could feel the front of my pants expand outward as my arousal grew in response to Kate's warm breath and sensual grinding. Her soft lips worked their way back to mine and she continued kissing me as my hands explored her body, moving down to feel her thin, well muscled legs through the sheer, smooth material of her white stockings. 

"Okay kids," Ryan piped out, clapping his hands together. "Enough lovey-dovey stuff. Let's get this going." 

Kate pulled away, blushing and turning back to her boyfriend with a disappointed glance. As she crawled off my lap I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, adjusting the aching erection in my pants. 

"Oh, there's one thing I forgot to mention," Ryan said, as he walked over, peeling off his shirt. "Her ass is off limits." 

"Uh...okay," I agreed as Kate shot me an apologetic glance, shrugging her shoulders. "No problem." 

I was actually a little disappointed, but I kept my thoughts to myself. 

"Yeah," he continued as he pulled his girlfriend close and placed his hand over her ass, treating her taut behind to a drunken grope. "I know it will be hard to resist...but this ass is all mine." 

I nodded although Ryan hardly noticed as he was now too enamoured with Kate, kissing her neck as his hands roamed her tight, slender body. Taking a cue from him, I too removed my shirt as he gently guided her down to her knees. As she knelt before her boyfriend, Kate flashed me another sexy glance as she began to undo his pants. As his jeans fell to the floor around his ankles, Ryan motioned for me to stand up as well. As I followed his nonverbal directions, and rose to stand beside him, Kate was pulling his tight fitting underwear down around his hips. 

"Take your pants off," Kate suggested to me as her glove covered hand stroked his half-flaccid dick. 

As I removed the rest of my clothing, she turned her face back to Ryan, her little pink tongue shooting out to lick the tip of his cock. Unlike my friend, who was obviously experiencing the effects of the night's alcohol intake, Kate's amorous actions had me at full attention. I held my stiff rod in shaking hand as I watched her wrap her lips around Ryan's shaft, gently sucking as it slowly grew to full size in her mouth. Reaching out to take my dick in her hand, I soon felt the smooth, cool sensation of her gloved fingers wrapping around my warm, throbbing shaft. With Ryan's cock half buried in her mouth, her eyes shifted to look at mine while her left hand stroked me with slow, coordinated pumps. She then, pulled her little wet mouth away from Ryan and sucked my swollen head past her soft lips. 

I moaned softly as I felt her writhing tongue swirling around my dick, sliding deeper into her mouth. After coating my shaft with warm saliva, Kate pulled back smiling with contentment as she held a hard cock in each hand. For the next few minutes, she alternated back and forth, swapping one hard, wet dick for the other as her face grew increasingly flushed with arousal. 

Finding the gloves a bit awkward, Kate paused for a brief moment as she removed them while Ryan took advantage of the respite to take a seat on the couch. Tossing the gloves aside, Kate crawled towards her boyfriend on her hands and knees as he guided her face back into his lap. As her enticing lips once again slipped over his head and down his shaft, I found my eyes drawn to her perfectly round ass which seemed to beckon to me from within the tight fitting white skirt. Ryan noticed my interest had been caught and gave me a smile and nod. Emboldened by a mix of alcohol and arousal I moved up behind Kate, stroking my hands over the smooth, shiny material. Feeling my touch, she reached back and fidgeted with the zipper on the side of her skirt as her head continued bobbing on Ryan's cock. I brushed her hand away and finished the unzipping myself as the latex skirt fell from her pert little ass. I then found myself staring at her wonderfully round ass, covered only by a tiny pair of red panties, nestled snugly between her firm little cheeks. 

As I slipped my hand up the inside of her thigh, she shifted around, spreading her legs a little wider in encouragement for me to continue. With two fingers, I gently stroked the lacy material, pressing hard enough to feel the moistness from her pussy dampening the red fabric. Kate let out a soft, muffled moan and used her hand to press my hand firmly into her crotch before reaching back to push eagerly at the waistband of her panties. Again I assisted, pulling the underwear down over her firm little ass, allowing the string to snap out from between her cheeks. With her bottom now unclothed, I again pressed my fingers into her pussy, wiggling them between her damp, swollen lips. 

Kate gasped as she felt my middle finger slip easily into her tight little hole. I immediately added another, twisting both digits and pushing them knuckle deep as she purred ecstatically around Ryan's cock. I then wriggled my thumb between her cheeks, massaging her tiny pink asshole with firm, circular movements, pausing for a moment to see if anyone would object. 

"Is this okay?" I asked, after neither Kate nor Ryan offered any protest. 

"Yeah man," Ryan affirmed as he guided his girlfriend's head down onto his cock. "Go nuts. You can finger it, lick it, kiss it...you just can't fuck it." 

I nodded in understanding, my thumb pressing harder against her wrinkled opening, feeling every crease in her tiny pink asshole. Leaning down, I planted a wet kiss on her soft, white cheek allowing my lips to linger long enough to evoke an approving sigh from her filled mouth. I then lifted my thumb and let a thin droplet of saliva trickle down over her clenched hole before replacing it, coating her little star with the warm fluid. Testing the tautness of Kate's ass with increasingly firm motions, I eventually felt the muscular ring give way as my thumb began sinking into her twitching hole. 

"Go ahead and fuck her," Ryan suggested, breaking me from my anally fixated reverie. 

Slipping my fingers from Kate's dripping wet pussy, I slid them up and down my shaft, coating it with the slick fluids. Then, moving into place, I pressed my shimmering cock head against her parting lips and speared her with a single, penetrating thrust. 

"Mmmmm," Kate purred as she felt the entire length of my dick sliding deep into her accepting pussy. 

As my hips came to rest against her tight ass, I felt her nimble little fingers reaching back to caress my freshly shaved balls. I withdrew and carefully pushed forward, as she pushed her ass back against me. It became increasingly obvious that Kate was not interested in gentle fucking, so I started pumping back and forth, striking her muscular ass with quick, short thrusts. 




Sharing Kate



It all started with a drunken conversation after a football match one night which centred on a top five best tits list made up of the girls/women we had known. My best friend named Mary, Ruth, Joan and Kristy, all of whom would be in my list too, and then asked how close to home he could go. I told him anywhere he wanted and he said, 'In that case, Kate.' He was talking about my wife.

'Seriously?'

'Yes, she is so little and cute yet her tits are so big,' he said.

I encouraged him to continue and he revealed that he had fancied her for ages and that he took every opportunity that he could to peep at her breasts, often fantasising about her when he was wanking in the shower. He was my best friend and yet here he was talking about the woman I loved most in the world. I should have been pissed off yet I found to my astonishment that I was seriously turned on

I should tell you now about my wife: she is 42, 5ft tall, blonde, pretty and has 32f breasts, which are still quite firm and topped with large, dark red nipples.

'What order would you put them in?' I asked.

'Joan last, then Kristy, Ruth and maybe Mary and then Kate,' he said.

The conversation moved on quickly from there as he pumped me for as much information as he could: did she shave her pussy (no-trims close), what did her tits look like naked, what was her favourite position (riding me), did she finger herself whilst I watched (yes), did she swallow or do anal (no). He compared her to his wife who he told me had 34b tits which hung low, a very hairy pussy and wanted only missionary sex, when she wanted it at all. 

The conversation went on for months -- we shared sexual experiences, he wanked his way through Kate's lingerie drawer and I showed him holiday photos of her topless on the beach. I became used to seeing him, stumpy cock in hand, describing how he would fuck her, coming up with a whole range of scenario which also got me hard. All this time, I worked on Kate, planting the idea that I dreamt of having a MMF threesome but that I would only trust a close friend with her. She was unwilling at first but, as my 40th birthday approached, I sensed her softening. 

When she asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday, I said I didn't want a fuss and suggested a meal out with Steve and his wife, Patsy. I left her to make the arrangements but had a plan of my own which I discussed with Steve in detail.

The night of my birthday arrived and Kate was looking sensational as she stood before me in her favourite bra and panties, stockings and suspenders. She said,

'Here is your birthday present' and pulled her lace shorts down to show me a freshly shaved pussy. 'But you will have to wait until later to get it.' I grabbed her and mauled her breasts, sliding a hand down the front of her panties and fingering her. She was already soaked and wanted to go further but I said, 'We better hurry or we will be late!' I wanted her hot so that she would be more open to suggestion later. She was disappointed but put on a grey silk blouse and short black skirt, wiggling her backside at me and laughing at my discomfort as much as her own. Clothed, she looked even more gorgeous, her blouse cut low enough to put her ample cleavage on show.

When we met Steve and Patsy, he could hardly lift his eyes from Kate's chest and I feared he was going to give the game away. His own wife looked lovely, also dressed in a silk blouse and long skirt, her body looking tight and sexy but I knew that it was all front -- she was a good laugh but sexually she was a prude. The night passed quickly -- the food was excellent and the wine flowed freely. Each time the women went to the toilet, I slipped some vodka into Kate's wine as alcohol loosens her inhibitions -- she drank, oblivious to what was happening. 

We left the restaurant and headed for our house for a night cap. I had a bottle of champagne chilling and took Kate into the kitchen to get it whilst Steve chose some music. Once we were alone, I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. She was clearly feeling randy as she rubbed my cock through my trousers whilst I kneaded her tits. I put my hand up her skirt and felt her sodden panties, slipping a finger under them and rubbing her already engorged clitoris.

'Get rid of them and let's go to bed!' she whispered.

'Champagne first!' I said. We popped the cork and took glasses through to the living room, where Steve and Patsy were already dancing. We downed the drinks in one then I took the glasses back to the kitchen for a refill. Here I gave Kate a generous dose of Vodka whilst slipping a ground sleeping pill into Patsy's. On my return, I once more insisted we downed them in one.

The drinks soon had an effect: Kate was becoming increasingly wild whilst Patsy looked increasingly drunk. She asked if she could have a lie down and I pointed her towards the spare room. I gave her ten minutes and then said I excused myself to go to the loo.

Walking into the spare bedroom, I saw that the sleeping drugs had already taken effect and that Patsy was flat out on the bed snoring. She had managed to clean her teeth and strip but that was it -- still made up, she lay unconscious, a duvet over her. I could hear the music from downstairs and my wife laughing; I did not really need to stretch my imagination too far to guess that Steve was buttering her up and would soon make his move. I needed to move quickly so I quietly closed the bedroom door and then walked across to the bed. I lifted her arm and let it drop to test how deeply she was gone: no reaction at all. Emboldened, I pulled the duvet back. I first saw her small breasts and bent to suck and lick the large aureole on each. The nipples thickened and she groaned a little. I squeezed her breasts together and pulled and pinched them, getting a murmur of encouragement which interested me. As I lowered the duvet, I was struck at the sheer weight of her bush -- I had never seen so much pubic hair on a woman. I arranged her so her legs were spread. She shifted slightly and I held my breath, but the she settled. I was afraid she might wake so I stopped. I folded her clothes, placed the duvet over her and went downstairs to see what was happening. 

The mood in the living room had noticeably changed as I entered. Steve was dancing to a slow song with Kate, his arms around her back and his hands resting lightly just above her buttocks. She was swaying, eyes closed, the alcohol having had an obvious effect upon her. He smiled at me as I came behind her and moved apart slightly so that I could put my arms around her. She looked back at me and smiled as the three of us swayed to the music together, me rubbing an obvious hard cock against the cleft of her buttocks. She pushed back against me so I decided to take things forward a little, placing my hands on her breasts and beginning to rub them gently. I felt her nipples harden and she groaned, so I gently began to fondle them, rubbing the nubs between my forefingers and thumbs. She reacted as I knew she would, breathing hard and chewing her bottom lip as the mood overtook her. I did not know if she had forgotten Steve or not but she did not resist as I began to unbutton her blouse, tugging it out of her skirt and sliding it back over her shoulders. Steve's eyes were like saucers as he stepped back to look at her magnificent orbs encased in the purple sheer bra, the huge aureole and prominent dark nipples visible, thrusting through the fabric. She was still swaying to the music as I loosened her lingerie, letting her breasts tumble forward. I fondled them and then held one up to Steve, offering him it. He moved forward and bent his head, opening his mouth to suck on the rubbery nub, eliciting a groan from my wife. She was clearly lost now but must have known it was not me sucking her, particularly as I was working her other nipple between my fingers from behind.

Emboldened, I unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs, getting her to step out of it. She was now dancing topless, in only purple lace shorts whilst my best friend sucked on her tits. I tapped him on the shoulder and then indicated he should kneel as I hooked my thumbs into her panties. His face was directly in front of her crotch as I lowered her panties, revealing to him her bald pussy. I slid my finger up it, rubbing it, and she opened her legs to give me greater access. I could hear Steve's heavy breathing as I pulled her lips apart and spread her for him -- the contrast to his own hairy wife must have come as a shock as he remained immobile looking at her . Amazed at how slow he was, I pulled his head forward. Taking the hint, he began to lick her whilst I went back to playing with her tits. It was no surprise when I felt the shudder go through her and she moaned her way through her first orgasm of the night.

Steve stood up, his face glistening with pussy juice, and she cupped his face and gave him a lingering kiss. I gently put pressure on her shoulders and she lowered herself in front of him, unzipping his trousers and letting them drop top the ground. His boxers were tented and she pulled the front of them down, unleashing his cock. It sprung out, at 5 inches much shorter than mine but thick and with a long foreskin. She sighed and gently slid the skin back, licking the mushroom head as it became visible. Steve groaned as she slowly wanked him between her lips and then slid his member further into her mouth, all the time raking his balls with her long fingernails. He began to thrust and Kate really got to work on him now, wanking and sucking him whilst he fucked her face, years of dreaming finally coming to fruition. 

I was so hard now I felt in pain so quickly stripped to free myself. I looked down to see Kate wiggling her bottom at me so I knelt behind her. I immediately saw her left hand working her pussy, concentrating increasingly on her clitoris. I nudged her ass with my hard cock and she reached behind her, pulling me into her cunt which felt like it was on fire. Its muscles clenched my cock and began to milk me as I thrust into her, causing her to fall forward onto Steve's cock and gag. We quickly got into a rhythm and soon she was happily impaled on two cocks, Steve working her throat and mouth whilst I worked her pussy and pulled on her nipples. I increased the speed with which I was fucking her and rubbed her anus with my thumb: she will not normally let me near it but she was clearly carried away and backed against me, letting it penetrate her. Steve was panting and I could tell he was close to coming. Once more, I felt the shudder begin in Kate and, as she came, Steve pulled out of her mouth and shot stream after stream of hot cum over her face and neck: I even felt some splash onto my hands as I continued to knead her breasts. The sight was too much and I pulled out, spurting my seed over her puckered asshole and arched back.

There was a moment of calm whilst I think we all waited to see how the others would react. Kate was dripping in spunk, so much so that one eye was closed and her hair was matted. She broke the spell, saying,

'I'm going to clean up, see you in bed!' and, collecting her clothes, left the room.

Steve and I sat looking at each other -- we both were wondering if she meant just me or him too.

'Fancy a beer?' I asked him.

'Yes, definitely.'

'Great, grab three bottles and we will see you in bed,' I said as I went up to check on Kate.

I had not needed to be worried: Kate had broken a personal taboo and, once she has ascertained that I was ok with it, she wanted more. She had showered and now lay on the bed in a black lace teddy, its sheer material leaving nothing to the imagination. The fact that she was fingering herself as Steve came in only added to the effect. His cock was standing to attention again and he climbed onto the bed next to her, 

kissing her and undoing the lace and allowing her breasts to fall free. I handed him the bottle of baby oil Kate had by the bed and he splashed oil onto them, gently rubbing it in until her nipples were once more standing proud. As I watched, he straddled her body, created an oiled valley by cupping her mounds together and then began to work his cock between it. Kate was now bucking hard, her fingers buried up her pussy as he titty-fucked her. Leaning forward, she licked the head of his cock as it appeared and disappeared in her fleshy valley and he pushed forward, thrusting it once more down her throat. 

Soon, she clearly wanted something up her and pushed him off and back onto the bed. It was her turn to straddle him, her breasts hanging magnificently as she initially sat on his upper thighs, wanking his cock as if it was her own. This is a sight which always turns me on and I could tell it nearly had him on the edge. She then slid one of her favourites, a vibrating cock ring, over his shaft and sank down onto it. Her cunt must have been molten as he gasped at the sensation and was clearly trying to hold control of himself as she began to ride him, at times grinding her clitoris against the vibrator, at others hanging forward so he could lick and suck her nipples. Leaning back, the vibrator sending her to the edge, she rubbed her own breasts, plucking the nipples and licking her lips. 

By now I was ready to explode and needed some of the action. Liberally coating my cock with baby oil, I got onto the bed behind Kate and pushed her forward. I oiled her ring and then inched myself up her. Feeling my cock break through her virgin ass, she gasped and seemed on the point of telling me to take it out but then she began to establish a gentle rhythm and to take more and more of it in. To see my 8 inches disappearing up my wife's ass whilst she rode my friend's cock was incredible, as was feeling his cock rubbing against mine through the thin wall. I could not believe how tight she was, how good it felt and her reaction suggested she felt the same. Once I knew it was not hurting her, I increased my thrusting a little and, taking his cue, Steve matched me stroke for stroke. I could see him feasting on her tits and I fed one then the other to him, milking her into his mouth. 

Soon it was too much for him and I felt the judder as he emptied himself into her. She sighed initially and then began to buck backwards against me, taking my cock up her ass to the hilt whilst she again worked her pussy. She sobbed and then gave herself over to an incredibly loud orgasm, oblivious to me filling her other hole as I gave up trying to hold myself back. She slid off my cock and onto Steve and then the bed. 

'Happy Birthday. This must never go further,' she said as she drifted off into a cum-soaked sleep.

It would be our secret but already Steve and I were thinking how to get Patsy involved. 



Sharing Kate



"How does she feel?" Ryan asked, in a question that actually made me a little uncomfortable. 

I merely answered with a look of appreciation as I continued to fuck his girl's tight, wet hole with longer strokes, causing her body to jolt forward, driving his dick deeper into her mouth. 

"Alright," he said suddenly. "Time to switch." 

A little disappointed, I pulled my wet cock from Kate's inviting pussy and watched as the pair shifted positions. Ryan first pulled her close and kissed her deeply before lifting her and laying her down on the sofa. Kate's legs, adorned with the white latex boots, wrapped around his waist as he plunged forcefully into her, driving her into the soft cushions. Kate glanced over at me, her eyes afire with wonton lust as she motioned for me to come closer. Obediently, I took a step as she reached out to beckon me to her. 

Getting the point, I placed a knee on the couch beside her head and lowered my cock, wet with her juices, down to her open mouth. Her body shaking from Ryan's lustful thrusts, she opened her mouth with anticipatory bliss to accept my descending dick. Her sparkling brown eyes focused on mine for a brief instant as the head of my cock passed her lips and dropped onto her waiting tongue. As her pink lips closed around my shaft I braced myself against the back of the couch, sinking my dick deep into her hungry mouth. 

Seeing his girlfriend's lips wrapped around my cock apparently invoked some underlying lascivious desire in Ryan and he began pounding Kate's pussy with renewed vigour. His violent thrusting sent her slender body writhing as she moaned around my plunging dick. As my hips rose and fell in rhythmic, gentle strokes, her hand clutched my ass, her nails etching painful rivets in my naked flesh. 

"Roll over," Ryan suggested, retreating to a kneeling position with his wet cock in hand. "I want fuck you from behind. " 

My dick slipped from Kate's busy mouth, leaving a long trail of sticky saliva down her cheek as she flipped over onto her hands and knees. I moved around to stand at the end of the sofa as Ryan moved into place behind her, his hand grasping his cock firmly around the base. Kate was about to take me back into her open mouth, when he once again impaled her with one, long hard stroke. As her lips parted in a silent gasp I slid my shaft back over her outstretched tongue, resting a hand behind her head as I once again slid into the back of her throat. 

Ryan's face contorted into a devilish grin as he reamed her from behind, relishing in the sensation of her juicy pussy drooling over this thrusting cock. Apparently lost in his own world, he pursed his lips in intense concentration as he lewdly spread his girlfriend's ass apart, eyeing her winking asshole with a covetous glare. After a quick glance at me, he let a thick droplet of spit fall between her cheeks, trickling down her cleft to run in a tiny, wet rivulet over her tiny pink ring. 

"Oh yeah," Kate moaned before taking my dick back into her mouth, as Ryan began working his finger into her asshole. 

With slow, casual movements, I began sliding my cock in and out of her mouth as he matched my strokes with equally lackadaisical thrusts as he became preoccupied with stuffing his finger deeper into her ass. We continued in this fashion for the next ten minutes, spearing Kate from both ends as she moaned ecstatically from the incessant attention received by her wonton orifices. 

"I want your ass," Ryan stated as he pulled his glistening dick from Kate's pussy and placed it against her wet little asshole. 

Kate moaned with approval and even went so far as to reach back and pull one of her pert little cheeks aside as her boyfriend began to laboriously work his thick cock into her tightly closed hole. I looked on with envy as my dick slipped from her mouth due to the increased concentration Kate required to relax her ass enough to allow his entry. Apparently the effects of the night's alcohol still lingered as Ryan seemed unable to maintain a stiff enough erection to pierce his girlfriend's resistant asshole. 

"God damn it!" he cursed, as his half-flaccid cock butted repeatedly against her impenetrable muscular ring. 

I tried not to stare, as he seemed to be getting more and more frustrated with the situation. The harder he pushed however, the softer his dick became until it was physically impossible to expect any penetration at all. 

"It's okay," Kate offered, looking back over her shoulder. "You don't have to fuck my ass." 

"But I at least want to cum!" Ryan stated emphatically as his face flushed with frustration. 

"Well that's not a problem," she returned, spinning around to face him. "Just lie back and let me handle things." 

Reluctantly, Ryan slumped down before lying onto his back. Faced once again with Kate's tantalizing pussy, I climbed onto the sofa behind her, my cock still wet from her talented mouth. As her wet pussy lips parted and I slid back inside, she pushed back against me, engulfing my length with her hot little hole. With my dick nestled nicely inside her, Kate lowered her head and sucked gently at Ryan's balls, in an attempt at restoring his lost erection. 

"I know what you need," she purred, with an impish smile as she slipped her middle finger into her mouth. 

My cock slipped in and out easily as her juices lubricated my plunging shaft. Ryan stroked himself as he smiled down at his girlfriend, who pulled her wet finger from her mouth, now glistening with wetness. Then to my surprise, Kate slipped her hand between his legs and stroked her slippery finger over his asshole. Ryan moaned and lifted his knees higher in an attempt at granting her easy access to his body. As her little wet fingertip massaged his ass, I watched his cock grow back to hardness in his hand. 

"Mmmm, there we go," Kate spoke softly as she flicked her tongue out and licked the head of his dick like an ice cream cone. 

My hands grasped her firm little cheeks as I guided my pulsing cock into her hot, wet slit. Her ass looked so small and round, I had a hard time believing that she was even able to take a dick anally. By the way her tight little pussy gripped my wet shaft, I could only imagine how her ass would feel stretched around me. As I continued to eye her enticing little star with increasing desire, I decided to satiate my anal lust by probing it with my eager finger. 

"Yeah," Kate encouraged, as she let Ryan's cock lip free with a wet 'pop'. "Stick your finger up my ass." 

As her twitching hole began to swallow my finger, she increased the pace of her hand, stroking Ryan's dick faster with her lips wrapped around his swollen head. Her other hand was still busy at work between his legs. Although I could not see, I assumed she was playing with his ass. 

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" she asked as Ryan's eyes widened with excitement. 

"But...you don't like that," he answered back sceptically. 

"Well," she continued, her body shuddering from my relentless thrusting. "I feel naughty tonight." 

Ryan smiled in response, his wordless reaction acting as answer enough. 

"I don't know if I'll be able to cum," he said a couple minutes later. "I might have had a little bit too much to drink." 

I laughed to myself. I had been in similar situations before. In fact, if I had been sober that night I probably would have cum the very second I saw Kate dressed in her nurse outfit. 

"Oh, I think I can make you cum," she ensured, smiling as she removed her finger from between his legs and sucked it back into her mouth. 

As Ryan watched her, his mouth formed an enthusiastic smile and his hand began stroking his dick faster in preparation. Kate then placed her hand back under his balls and proceeded to push her thin little digit right into his ass. As she slipped in up to the knuckle, Ryan closed his eyes and beat his cock with a savage series of violent pumps. I quickened the pace of my thrusting as well as Kate began wriggling her finger as deep as possible in his ass. 

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck..," he stammered, as his body tensed while his stroking turned to a mesmerizing blur. "Fuckkkkkkkkk.....!" 

Ryan's dick pulsed in his hand as a thick fountain of white cum surged forth, flowing down over his clenched fist. Kate immediately lapped up the oozing stream of jism, running her tongue up over his knuckles before locking her lips around his swollen head and sucking the rest into her eager mouth. 

As Kate's lips enveloped his erupting cock head I felt my own orgasm approaching. A moment of uncertainty followed since I was unsure of where I should direct my own orgasm. As I felt myself nearing the point of no return, I decided to play it safe and pulled my tingling dick from her dripping pussy just in time to send a long stream of hot, white cum arcing over her back. The fluid splashed against her naked skin, pooling in small droplets on her lower back as each successive stream shortened in distance. As Kate was consuming the last remnants of her boyfriend's juices, my own cum drizzled out, flowing in long streams down her little round ass cheeks, coating her winking asshole with a creamy, viscous layer of translucent fluid. 

Taking a deep breath, I released my dick and allowed it to fall against her cum covered ass with a wet 'smack." What followed was a short period of awkwardness as the three of us searched for something to say. 

"Well," Kate said, breaking the silence. "That was fun." 

I nodded in agreement with an embarrassed smile as Ryan placed his hands behind his head, striking a relaxing pose. It became obvious that none of us were interesting in discussing what had just taken place and all quickly found something to do. Kate skipped off to clean herself up, soon returning with an armload of blankets and pillows. 

"Here you go," she said cheerfully, tossing the blankets on the sofa. "If you get cold, there's more in the closet." 

"Oh, I don't think that will happen," I responded wiping a bead of sweat from my brow. 

"Damn," Ryan cursed, groggily wiping his tired eyes. "I don't feel so good." 

"Take a couple Gravol," Kate offered. "There's a bottle on the dresser. It'll help you sleep too." 

Ryan nodded and stumbled off down the hallway, muttering a drunken "goodnight," leaving Kate and I alone in the living room. 

"Aren't you tired?" I asked, spreading one of the blankets out over the couch. 

"No, not really," she answered. "I actually feel wide awake." 

"Maybe that's because you didn't cum?" I offered, lying back with post-coital fatigue. 

"How do you know I didn't cum?" she asked, as she gathered up her clothing which was still strewn across the floor. 

"Well did you?" 

Kate just smiled as she turned and headed off towards the bedroom. 

"Good night Damon," she said, flicking the light off as she walked out of sight. 

Left alone in the darkness, I closed my eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep. 

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

I awoke to the feeling of a small, soft hand lightly stroking my cock. Sighing with pleasure, I shifted my position, slowly emerging from my slumber. 

"What the...?" I stammered, as my eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness. 

Blinking a few times, the outline of Kate's face gradually emerged as I noticed her brown eyes glinting from the meagre moonlight seeping in through a crack in the window blinds. 

"Shhhh," she warned, placing her finger in front of her pursed lips. 

I stared in confusion as I struggled to process what was happening. As I came to the realization that Kate's hand was inside my underwear, my dick immediately began to expand under her gentle touch. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice hushed to a whisper. 

"I couldn't sleep," she explained, flashing a mischievious smile. "There's something else I...wanted to do." 

"W...what's that?" 

Without answering, she climbed onto the sofa beside me pressing her body against mine. As she wriggled into place, I felt her naked body against me, snuggling close as I felt her warm breath on my neck. 

"I want you...," she whispered into my ear, making my body shiver with arousal. "... in my ass." 

I swallowed hard. 

"What...about...Ryan?" I stuttered, suddenly torn between my increasing sexual arousal and my loyalty to my friend. 

"He's fast asleep," she explained, as she rolled over and pressed her ass into my crotch, grinding against me with slow, enticing gyrations. 

I was helpless against her provocative advances, my dick pulsing to life as her slender, writhing form pressed against me. My face nuzzled her neck, still sensing the faint, pleasing fragrance she had been wearing earlier that night. My hand felt drawn to her body, feeling the firmness of her perky breast before slipping down her stomach and over her hip. She was wearing a pair of plain white panties that were already growing damp as my hand migrated between her legs. 

"O...kay," I whispered reluctantly, unable to hold back any longer. 

As soon as the words left my lips, Kate reached down and frantically pushed her panties down over her hips, wriggling her legs as she removed them completely. Taking her cue, I did likewise, struggling to remove my boxers as she assisted as best she could. I could feel the blood coursing through my dick as she continued to grind her ass against me, her taut little cheeks trapping my shaft in her warm, inviting cleft. 

"We don't have any lube," I whispered with concern as she reached back and took hold of my throbbing cock. 

"It's okay," she replied with assurance. "Just go slow." 

I wetted my dick as best I could with my own saliva as Kate did likewise, reaching back to lubricate her own asshole with spit covered fingers. I was sceptical as to the extent to which out little endeavour would work, but I was definitely willing to try. 

Releasing my dick into Kate's control, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and guided my head between her firm little cheeks, shifting her position to line it up with her tightly closed ring. I found myself gasping with excitement as my head, leaking precum, came to rest against her clenching asshole. 

Moaning softly, Kate pushed her ass back as she held my dick in place, wriggling her tiny pink ring around my swollen helmet. The tightness of her ass was excruciatingly enticing as I felt myself slowly sinking into her body, her little star resisting every millimeter of my invading member. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation as her ass clamped down around my head like a vice. Then, moaning with increasing passion as she continued to accept my pulsing dick, she reached back to clutch at my hair as she worked her asshole down around my shaft. 

With my pole half embedded in her tiny, clenching butt, she took a brief moment to relax before cautiously grinding her hips back against me. Placing a hand on her slender hip, I coaxed her to proceed before sliding my fingers down over the soft tuft of light brown hair above her pussy. Kate purred with appreciation as she felt my exploring fingers delving between her legs, teasing her sensitive clit with light, brushing touches. 

With her asshole clamped tightly around my shaft, she started moving back and forth, drawing the skin on my shaft to and fro as if jerking me off with her ass. My fingers quickly found her dewy hole, and I slipped a couple inside her, forcing her deeper down around my cock. 

"Mmmm," she sighed as she began stroking her fingers over her clit. 

Breathing heavily, my body gyrated against her as Kate's pert little ass worked its way down around my throbbing dick. Pulling my dripping fingers from her pussy, I placed them in my mouth, tasting the fluids of her arousal with dirty delight. With my fingers sufficiently wet, I then reached down and traced the outline of Kate's stretched ass as it wiggled its way along my sinking shaft. My fingertips slid along the surface of my cock, wetting the portion that remained outside her hungry asshole. The extra lubrication assisted the restricted movement of my dick, and Kate showed her appreciation with increasingly erratic movements of her writhing body. 

Squealing through pursed lips, she tensed her body, clamping her muscular asshole around my cock as if trying to milk the cum from my swollen, aching balls. My hips began moving with frantic desperation, stabbing her ass with quick, short jabs as I became overcome with the sensation of impending climax. With one, final, forceful thrust, I pulled Kate back onto me, impaling her twitching hole as my cock swelled and pulsed, spilling a copious amount of warm, wet cum deep inside her. 

As my orgasm subsided, I resumed stroking my dick back and forth in her wet, slippery asshole until it eventually withdrew to the point of slipping free as her tight little ring contracted, trapping my juices inside her hungry orifice. Kate remained laying there, her naked body pressed against me for a few seconds before she sat up, reaching for her panties. 

"Thanks," she whispered, casting me an appreciative smile before standing up and tip-toeing back into the bedroom. 

With my sleepiness gradually returning, I pulled my underwear back on and snuggled back under the blanket. As I closed my eyes, I smiled contentedly and gradually drifted off to sleep. 

The End



Sharing Katie



This is a true story that happened in College (2002 I think). The names have been changed.

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When I was a sophomore in College, I was casually dating a girl named Katie. She was a freshman and lived in the dorms. She was very petite, the smallest woman I had ever been with, 5' MAYBE and 90 lbs. She had very light brown hair, perky little tits, great fair skin, and an ass like a halved honeydew. I took her virginity and awakened a little demon inside her. She was mouthy, smoked like a chimney and loved to fuck me. 

One night after we had been seeing each other for a month or so, we were hanging out with a couple friends of hers. Hillary and Ron had an on again off again relationship since high school and were currently in a "fucking but not together" phase. Hillary was a little taller, full C cup breasts that she loved to show off, super dark brown hair and she wore those black plastic framed glasses. Ron was a CS major and looked a bit nerdy. 

We were in Hillary's dorm room drinking beer and smoking pot, blowing the smoke through a toilet paper tube stuffed with dryer sheets to mask the smell. Hillary and Ron were sitting on one of the twin dorm beds and Katie and I were on the other. 

As with most situations involving intoxicated minors and no supervision, Ron started making out with Hillary right in front of us. Cutely at first, a quick peck and smooch, then they really got into it. Ron started kissing her neck and running his hand up her t-shirt, exposing her very sexy taut stomach and giving us just a hint of the bottom of her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. 

"Well, I guess they're back together," I said to Katie.

"No, they do this all the time. Hillary is fucking a guy in my Bio class on the side." She said.

"Jesus Christ, Katie!" I said.

Ron broke off his kissing and said: "It's alright dude, I kinda get off on it."

Hillary moaned seductively.

"Don't I baby? Don't I get hard at the idea of you sucking some other guy's cock?" Ron said and rubbed Hillary's pussy through her jeans.

I was getting hard watching Hillary's face and body as Ron brought her to the point of climax. He stopped rubbing just before she came. 

"You tease."

"Sorry baby. I need a cigarette anyway. Anyone else?"

The four of us went outside to smoke near the tennis courts in between 2 dorm buildings. As we were walking, Ron lightly grabbed my arm, indicating we should let the girls walk ahead. 

"How serious are you and Katie?" He asked me quietly.

"Not super serious, why?"

"Because I was serious about what I said earlier. I do get off on Hillary fucking other guys. I've never seen it in person yet. But if you want to, I would love to fuck Katie. She's got the smoothest fucking skin..." He said.

I was a little drunk, a little stoned, and a lot horny. Besides, I didn't really think he would go through with it anyway. 

"Sure thing man. I don't think I can talk Katie into it. But if I can, I'll do that. In any case, I bet we can get them both topless," I said. 

An hour and a couple beers later we were back in Hillary's dorm room. I was kissing Katie's neck and trying to make her wet. She was wearing a skirt and kept pushing my hand away every time I tried to lift it up and show off her little panties to Hillary and Ron. 

"They don't need to see my box," Katie said, smiling.

Hillary climbed up on Ron's lap, facing us, and Ron ran his hands up her shirt, cupping her tits and tweaking her nipples. She had great breasts; full and round, with small areolas and big nipples. I popped a full hard on immediately. Ron unbuttoned Hillary's jeans and put a hand down her pants.

"I'm telling you dude," Ron said to me, "This girl can give the best blow jobs. She'll take in your whole cock and play with your balls with her tongue. How about Katie?"

"She's getting there. She only lost her V card like a month ago, you know." I said. "But I'll tell you this much, she is so fucking tight that it hurts ME sometimes," I said truthfully. 

"My baby appreciates a tight little pussy," Katie said, finally getting into things. She lifted her skirt, and tapped her pussy through her little white panties. She let her painted blue fingertips linger on her box for just a second and then pulled her skirt back down. 

"Holy shit that was hot," Ron said.

"What the hell," Hillary said. "I've got my tits out and she only showed her panties and she's the hot one?" 

"She's more innocent. It was unexpected. You're more the sex kitten, Hillary" I said.

"Finally, someone who appreciates me," Hillary said. 

She hopped off Ron's lap, pulled her shirt off and threw it on the floor. She then walked the 2 feet in between us and shoved my face into her big bare tits. Katie started laughing hysterically. She grabbed Hillary's jeans by a belt loop and pulled them down to the floor. Then she pulled off Hillary's red thong, laughing the whole time. 

"Whoah whoah whoah," Ron said. "Everyone is enjoying my girl naked, and Katie is fully dressed." 

"You'll never get me!" Katie said, still laughing. She curled up in the fetal position on the bed and wrapped her arm around the bottom of her skirt. 

Ron dove from his bed to the one Katie was on and started to play wrestle her, trying to pull off her clothes.

"No, no, no," Katie said, mostly playing. "You can't get me naked."

"Look at Hillary," Ron said. "She is naked and look how happy she looks!"

Hillary was playing with her pussy on the other bed, inserting two fingers in and out. I pretended to pull Ron off my girlfriend.

"What are you an animal?" I said, mock angry. 

"You have to treat her like the sexy goddess she is. Then her natural beauty will reveal itself to you."

I flattened Katie out so she was laying on her stomach, face in the pillow. I lifted her shirt up around her shoulders and unhooked her bra. I started kissing up her spine and licking the base of her neck. She got goose bumps and moaned with pleasure. I knew I was turning her on. 

"Come her sweetheart," I said to Hillary. She came over. "Keep kissing her up the spine like I was doing," I instructed Hillary. Hillary started with gusto. Kissing her back and letting her bare nipples brush against the other girl's skin.

I pulled off Katie's skirt with one long motion. She gasped, but did not object. There was a big wet spot on her panties. I pulled them off to reveal Katie's bare, smooth, wet, tight little pussy. I had a brief flash of jealousy as I realized that Ron was staring at my girl's pussy, but that gave away to a huge lustful feeling. I wanted Ron to fuck Katie right in front of me. Until that moment, I never knew I wanted anything like that.

I grabbed Ron's wrist and pulled his hand to my girlfriend's bare ass. He began kneading her hot flesh. I moved up to Katie's head and lifted her face out of the pillow so she was looking at me. She had a look I had never seen on a woman's face before or since, like she wanted to let the whole world fuck her; hard.

"I can't believe you're letting another man touch me like Ron's doing," She said, breathing heavy with lust.

"I think I'm going to let him fuck you, if you want him to," I said.

"I need to get fucked like a slut right now," 

Katie said. "Are you sure you're ok with this?"

"I think I really want him to," I admitted.

"Oh my god, he's fingering me!" Katie said, gasping. "His fingers are pumping your girlfriend's pussy! This is how I want to do it, baby. Me kissing and going down on you and him fucking me from behind." 

Hillary pulled down Ron's jeans and took his cock out and started sucking it. I noticed for the first time how big he was. Ron was a least an inch longer and thicker than me. I got another big rush of jealousy again, but I was still way too turned on to say anything.

"I don't know baby," I said. "He's bigger than me, he may not fit in your little pussy."

"Let him try," was all Katie said.

Ron slid the big head of his cock into my girl's pussy from behind. She inhaled sharply. He slowly worked it until he was sliding the whole thing in and out. It must have helped that she was so wet. I watched with fascination as her tight slit stretched open to take on his big penis. 

Katie came almost immediately. Ron pumped orgasm after orgasm into my girlfriend's pussy. Katie was moaning like a whore. She would start to suck me off and then Ron would make her come again and my dick would fall out of her mouth and she pant and scream.

I was fine with it. Hillary and I started 69ing and my face was full of her wet pussy. Ron was right, she took my dick right to the bottom. I came pretty fast too, and I licked Hillary to orgasm and we stopped to watch Katie and Ron. 

They had switched positions and Kate was on her back taking the pounding of her young life from Ron's huge cock. Softly crying out with every thrust. I got hard again. 

"Stop Ron, my pussy is too sore," Katie said after another 15 minutes and 2 orgasms. "Let me suck you to finish you off."

Ron happily obliged and put my girl on her knees, and she finished him pretty quickly with her mouth. He cried out himself as he shot a huge load of cum into her mouth and face. I couldn't take it anymore and shoved my dick in Katie's mouth until I came again. The image of that fully satisfied woman covered in 2 big cum shots, her soaking pussy bright red from abuse will be in my memory forever. 

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My relationship with Katie naturally ran its course a month or so later. We parted on good terms and remained friends until we gradually drifted apart. I hear a year later, Ron and Katie got together and ended up getting married. I heard from someone else that he still lets all his friends fuck her.