3 comments/ 10360 views/ 0 favorites Tech Support By: Edge23 The phone lit up, indicating a call for her, but she ignored it, knowing she could keep someone on hold for up to ten more minutes. However, she was feeling generous today, so she answered. "Thank you for calling MegaCorp Computers tech support. This is Lisa. How may I help you?" The voice on the other end of the line was male. "Uh, yeah. I need help installing my floppy." "Floppy, sir?" "Yeah. I got a bunch of pictures on my computer, but my floppy won't go in right. The slot seems too loose." "Sir, I'm going to have ask you some questions in order to help you." "Okay." "Okay. First off, how big is your floppy?" "Um, three and a half inches." "Okay, so you've got one of the small ones. We still have people calling and saying 'Hey, I've got five and a quarter inches.' Can't help them out." "I bet." "Next question. How big is your hard drive?" "Hard drive? Um. Oh, yeah. Twelve big gigabytes. That's pretty good, right?" "Eh. I've seen bigger. How much RAM do you have?" "One gig. Pretty fast, huh?" "Yes, sir. That may be too fast for your floppy, though, sir. Sometimes, you just have to go slow." "But I want to get my load out of my floppy as fast as possible." "Sir, moving a load like that can take it's own sweet time. Sometimes, the longer it takes, the better the quality." "So, a big hard drive and a lot of RAM aren't always good?" "Not always. Sometimes, things like floppies get left behind." "What kind of floppy do you use?" "I don't use a floppy, sir. I much prefer a really big one with a lot of RAM. Sometimes, I even use a RAM doubler." "Really? A RAM doubler? How do you handle so much?" "Well, it can't be loaded in the same port, so one RAM is in the front port and the RAM doubler is in the back. Quite a load to handle." "I bet. How do you handle so much?" "Well, both of them are pretty quick, so they aren't in there for long. Besides, if you leave two big RAMs in there for too long, then things get overloaded and both ports might shut down. But let's get back to your floppy." "Okay. How do I make my floppy big enough for the slot?" "Do you have the right drivers?" "I have plenty of drivers, but my floppy still doesn't fit in the slot." "Has the slot been cleaned recently?" "Not recently. Does that matter?" "It can. Sometimes there's hair and fuzz that get in the way of a good installation. It's best to get that out of the way and then you can get down there and get a good look at it." "Once I've cleaned it, then what?" "Well, then there might actually be something physically wrong with your slot. The best thing to do is to get a finger or two in there and wiggle them around. Hopefully that'll cause something to happen." "Like what?" "Well, it might shake or twitch, depending on how many fingers you get in there. There might be a smell that comes out of it, but that's just from the lubrication. There's a spot on the inside that makes the slot contract some, but it's really hard to find." "Okay." "Now, keep in mind that some of them are sensitive and some aren't. With a few of them, I know you need to use some extra lubrication and maybe a tool or two." "Okay. What if that doesn't work?" "Well, you may be out of luck then, sir. You may have to give up and see if you can find either a smaller slot or get a bigger floppy. I know that can be heard for someone to hear, but your floppy may just not be big enough." "Yeah, it's tough having a small floppy. A lot of times, I've tried to slide it in, but the slot is just too big." "I understand, sir. On the rare occasions I use a floppy, I like the bigger ones." "Okay. Thanks for your help." "You're welcome, sir. Good luck with your floppy." *click* Tech Support The call came in about ten to five-- and it was the kind he couldn't ignore and go home. A vice president, this middle-aged power female with blonde helmet hair and a big square ass who everyone was afraid of, needed tech support-- and he was up next. Why do I have all the luck, he grumbled to himself, as he picked up his briefcase and headed for the elevator, pressing up when everybody else was pressing down. He reached her office in the executive suite and she was on the phone, barking orders at somebody. She sure looked the type, the build of a battleship armored up in a mannish dark green suit. Despite the nature of the call, he couldn't help notice that she had some cleavage on display, as if anyone would want her oversized udders. Actually he noticed that the helmet hair had gone, replaced by something a little more natural-looking and feminine, a flip do that swayed gently as she paced back and forth on the phone. It was the voice, though, that really took any degree of attractiveness out of the picture. Harsh, no-nonsense, emasculating. She motioned to him to close the door and sit. He sat. A moment later she was done. "Thank you for coming up," she said, as if she just barely meant it. "What's the problem?" he asked. "I seem to have lost my access code," she said. "That's easy," he said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Actually, I can reset that from my desk if it ever--" "I don't think you understand," she said, coming around the desk and sitting on the couch next to him, then reaching to her front and unbuttoning her top button. "I believe I lost it in here," she said, and she grabbed his hand and slid it between her two enormous round breasts, pushing it down past the top of her brassiere into a clammy, sweaty place where the two meaty globes mashed against each other. He made a quick mental calculation. He liked his job. He hadn't had any since breaking up with Delia two months earlier. What the fuck, he reasoned, and began to rub around in between. "Let me make some room for you," she said, and in an instant the suitcoat was off, and shortly after she had unsnapped the brassiere and her watermelon-sized tits plopped free and rolled over her pale white belly like two seals set loose on an ice floe. "Check all around," she said, and he lifted them up and down, feeling the warm sweaty circle under each tit, rubbing the rolls of tummy against which they lounged. He did that for a moment, and then she stood up and put the suitcoat back on, loosely, without the brassiere. He was certain he had just been fired. "No sign of it, I take it," she said. "Uh, no," he croaked. "I suspected as much," she said, and grabbed a bottle of lube which had been sitting out in the open on her desk, unnoticed by him until that moment. She turned around, hiked her skirt up, and then pulled her large silk underpants down, revealing two pillow-sized white cheeks, each of them larger than ex-girlfriend Delia's entire ass. She spread her ass wide, revealing a pink, wrinkly asshole, in case he was in doubt about where he was supposed to put the lube. "Maybe you should check in here." He squirted the lube on his fingers and then gingerly touched one of them to the wrinkly brown eye splayed open before him, unable to believe what he was doing-- yet with no intention of stopping. Her hole seemed to suck his finger inside as her massive butt rode down; she slid back up on it and then down again as he held it in place, and she reached into the wisps of pussy hair that stuck out down below to start rubbing her clitoris. "It may take two or more fingers," she said, as he rubbed one of her giant ass cheeks with his other hand as her butt pistoned up and down, fucking his fingers greedily. He slipped another one in and she let out a little grunt, so he forced the next one in more boldly and got a more deeply satisfied groan in return. Her massive ass seemed to pull him forward with each thrust, and he soon found himself facefirst in her jiggly white hams as her sphincter slid up and down his greased fingers, squeezing them tightly as her fingers on her pussy made a flurry of motion. It seemed odd to be doing something so intimate without the least sign of affection, so as he fucked her ass with three fingers spread wide, he started kissing her huge cheek, then sliding his other hand up and down the thick, muscular thigh that tapered from it. He saw her grab one of her own tits and start licking the nipple, which he took for a sign of approval. A moment later, though, she seemed to slow down. "Any sign of it?" she asked huskily. It took him a moment to remember what she meant. "No, no sign of it," he said, feeling foolish for carrying on the charade. She suddenly pulled off his greased fingers and turned around, sticking her blonde bush and chubby, rounded mons right in his face. "Maybe there's something longer you could look for it with," she said, and then turned around and stuck her huge ass back out again, expectantly. He dropped his pants and quickly smeared some of the lube from his hands on the end of his dick. He put the end of it up against her asshole, to make sure that was what she wanted. She grunted impatiently and he began to slide it in past her asshole ring, and she moaned long and low as he went into her. Halfway in she reached around and clamped his leg with her hand and pushed him all the way into her, then began fucking his cock up and down, her asshole squeezing it out, then hungrily sucking it back in, loosening up as he plumbed her ass. As he did he reached for the front and pulled her suitcoat open, her huge tits falling loose, knocking over a desk calendar and a bottle of Evian as they swung in a wild arc with each thrust deep into her intestines, and as his groin crashed against her massive, pendulating butt. She grabbed his fingers and squeezed one of her nipples with them until she cried out, then took the greasy, ass-smelling fingers and stuck them into her mouth, sucking them. That was the last straw for him and he rammed himself deep into her guts, cum blasting once, twice, half a dozen times deeply inside her. He could barely stand and he felt himself fall backwards from her and plop onto the couch. She stood there for a moment, a thin white dollop of cum leaking from her ass, as she continued rubbing her clit, pinky finger slipping inside of her asshole, though scarcely big enough to be more than a memory of what had just been plowing it open. She cried loudly, her legs locked in place, and she seemed to grip her pussy as if trying to prevent its escape. He dribbled cum onto his leg as she relaxed with the release of her orgasm. "Any luck?" she asked. "I feel pretty lucky," he said, "but not because I found your password." She turned around, her huge sagging tits pulled out of her coat and streaked with lube, her legs wet with a mix of both their juices. "Let me do some looking," she said, and grabbed him, pushing him over so that his ass was in the air and his face went into the cushions of the couch. Before he had time to be apprehensive-- well, before he had time to act on it, anyway-- she had spread him open and was licking up and down his crack, then jamming her tongue into his ass. No one had ever done that to him before-- a few girls had come close but chickened out, which was more frustrating and demeaning than refusing outright-- and his head seemed to swoon at the sensation of it happening now. Then he heard the cap on the lube open and a moment later he felt her finger slide into his ass, gently and caringly. She stood up but continued to slide her finger in and out, slowly and seductively, stroking his balls as they hung below and his hard dick swung back and forth. He heard some sort of movement, a clicking and rubbing sound, and then her finger came out, but he was too dazzled and dazed to move. Suddenly something was at his asshole again. He felt something press against it and then in an instant it had popped inside him. It slid all the way in, and then he felt her thighs pressing against his and he understood what it was. She was fucking him with a strap-on dildo. Holy crap, how did that happen. Just as he was about to protest about it, she grabbed his cock and started stroking it, and it betrayed him by becoming hard again, and dribbling cum onto the couch. He was powerless, he could only accept it, that he was being ass-fucked by an enormous fat lady who acted like she owned him. She thrust into him, she thrust the finger that had just been up his ass into his mouth and he sucked at it as she had sucked at his. He wondered where it ends when you're being fucked by a dick that can't come. And where it ends when you're being fucked by someone with total power over you. At that thought he started to come again in her hand and she cupped it to catch the cum. When he had fired most of it she pulled the dildo out of his ass and flipped him over, then held the hand full of cum to his mouth. He opened his mouth up and the slimy goo slid into his mouth; he swallowed it as she licked the rest of it off her hand and then smeared the wet hand on her huge, saggy tit, and dangled it in front of his face for him to lick. Tech Support All characters are over 18. "What's the matter? Can't you find the hole?" Sarah teased Ben from the office across the hall. He wadded up a piece of paper and made another attempt at her wastepaper basket. It was short again by about a foot. It was nearly noon and Ben was enjoying watching his pretty, brunette co-worker tidy up her office before going to lunch. Sarah bent over to access the lowest drawer in her file cabinet and Ben slowly crushed another piece of paper, watching the stretchy fabric of her skirt gradually draw up the back of her thighs as she searched through the file drawer. He took aim and launched another shot, this time hitting Sarah's backside, right between her round cheeks. "I found that one," he commented, proud of his achievement from a range of nearly twenty feet. "I don't know how you could miss; it's a pretty big target," she said, deprecating her slightly plump behind. She was in her late twenties and had a little more back there than she used to. "No, it's just right," he said, intently watching her ass change shape as she stood back up. "I bet you say that to all the network specialists." In fact, Ben flirted with a number of women on their office floor, but Sarah was the most fun—probably because she could dish it back to him as if she were the office skank. Ben knew better, though. He knew the real Sarah. He'd been the one that got her to come out of her shell when she joined the company as an intern, shy and quiet. They became good friends, albeit a little naughty in their demeanor towards one another, despite the fact that Sarah was married and Ben had a serious girlfriend. Their boss had taken the day off and there was always a different mood in the office when she was gone. The phones were quiet that morning and Sarah and Ben had taken their casual flirting a little further than usual, playing, as mice do, while the cat was away. Some of their playful banter was getting personal, dipping into the subject of their sex lives at home. Sarah was happily married to Aaron, going on their third year, but she had recently begun getting a little anxious about their life in the bedroom. Sex was okay, but it wasn't knocking her socks off. She didn't feel comfortable talking candidly with Aaron about it; it just wasn't normal conversation for them. Aaron was from a very conservative family, who barely acknowledged the existence of sex, let alone discussed it openly. Repressing that carnal instinct was all he knew before he met Sarah. He was still a virgin on their wedding night. Sarah was not so pristine, but was by no means a harlot. She'd had a few boyfriends, but only one or two long-term relationships. Her limited sexual experiences before marriage seemed to fade away after marrying Aaron, burying themselves under the safe and comfortable shroud of conventional marital intercourse. Aaron seemed content with doing things they same way they always had, reluctant to try anything new or risky. They made love in the missionary position almost exclusively, and Sarah could predict his orgasm nearly to the second. Never in a million years would she have thought she'd be telling details like this to a coworker, let alone a male one, but Ben had a way of getting her to open up about very private things—probably because he was so forthcoming and vulnerable when it came to talking about his own sex life. He made the topic seem natural, even fun. She was thankful she had an oddball friend like Ben to confide in, but she would never tell her husband about the things she and Ben talked about, or the mostly innocent flirting that went on in the office. She knew it would never go beyond flirting. It wasn't in Sarah's nature to cheat on her husband; she'd never cheated on anyone. Neither had she ever really been much of a flirt. Sarah was what most would refer to as a "nice girl." But flirting and talking sex with Ben was an exhilarating guilty pleasure. It wasn't cheating as much as it was pretending to cheat, but it felt so good! Sometimes she would play Ben's sex games; sometimes she ignored him. Today she was in the mood to play. "Where are you going for lunch?" Ben asked her. "Probably just the cafeteria today." "Me too," he said. "Care to join me?" she asked. "Sure; I'm always up for a nooner," he said with a sly grin. "I'm talking food," Sarah corrected, even though she knew he was kidding. "Oh, okay, we can eat I guess," he said with feigned dejection. They sat down at a two-person table in a corner of the cafeteria, neither of them wanting to chit-chat with the others. The sexual tension was ratcheted up today and Sarah decided to take advantage of the opportunity to ask Ben some seriously personal questions. There were things she always wanted to know about what men thought of sex, but had never had an opportunity to ask. She'd never talked so frankly with anyone before she and Ben became friends. She felt like she could bring up any off-the-wall subject and he would talk candidly. "Can I ask you a very personal question?" she asked, priming him up. Ben's expression grew eager. "Only if it involves somebody being naked." Sarah took a bite of her club sandwich and just let it right out. "Do you like to masturbate a lot?" Ben had just taken a bite of his own sandwich, and immediately wished he had waited until after she asked her question. He nearly choked trying to get it down. Taking a big gulp of his soft drink, he finally recovered enough to speak. "Yes, you?" he said in response, as though she'd just asked him something as banal as whether he'd filed his tax return yet. "Well, I'm a girl," she evaded. "Yeah, I know," he said with lustful eyes. "What I mean is, is it something men do all the time or just like every few weeks?" "Oh! Well, somewhere in between, I guess." "So, how often do you do it?" she pressed. "Three times a day, baby! I'm a sexual dynamo!" Sarah continued to look at him, unfazed, waiting on a real answer. "Okay, honestly? It depends on how much my girlfriend is around. A couple times a week. Maybe more if something turns me on." "Like what?" "Like a sexy coworker with a sweet ass and tight skirts." Sarah gave an enlightened, but evil smile. "You think about me when you jerk off, don't you?" "I will tonight for sure. Unless Sherri gets off early." He laughed at his unintended pun. "Gets off," he repeated with a giggle. "You'd better not think about other women when you're making love to that sweet girl," she chided. "Never!" Ben implored. "Well, it depends on what you were wearing that day." "Stop!" she exclaimed softly with a smile. "So, what is Sherri's favorite thing to do?" "Now, we're talkin'!" Ben exclaimed, sitting up in his seat and getting more comfortable. He leaned in to speak, and lowered his voice. "I think, but I'm not positive, that she might really like anal." Sarah's eyes grew wide as she covered her mouth. "You guys do anal?" "We have a couple times. She seemed to really get into it. I can't believe we didn't try it until now." "Oh my god! What's it like?" This wasn't a question she had thought of asking before, but now Sarah really needed to know. "Oh, it's such a wicked turn-on sticking your dick in a tight place that wasn't meant for that." "Yeah, sorry; I can't relate," she commented dryly. "I mean what's it like for her?" Ben wasn't exactly sure. "I know it kind of hurt and it took a while to get it in. But once we got going, oh man was she into it!" "Did she ask you to, or did you just do it?" Ben thought for a moment, reliving their first time in his head. He spoke softly, just above a whisper. "I was doing her from behind and pulled out for a break. Before I put it back in, I just started casually rubbing my cock between her cheeks. Pretty soon I was trying little pokes at her ass, but with no real penetration. She didn't protest, so I kept going, fingering her a little between tries at insertion." Sarah felt herself get a little flush, imagining it was her ass getting sampled. Just listening to Ben recall the encounter was getting her hot. She cleared her throat, which had gone dry. "She was okay with you doing things like that to her?" "She didn't tell me to stop. I think she was as curious as I was. She bent over a little more for me, but didn't say anything, so I kind of took it like she was into it. I prodded and played with her ass some more and after a while I managed to wiggle the head inside. Before I knew it, she was moaning for me to push it all the way in." Sarah swallowed hard as she squeezed her thighs together, feeling the first bit of wetness in her panties that had started to emerge from listening to Ben talk sex. She couldn't imagine Aaron ever trying something like that with her. "You're a bad boy, Benny." "You don't even know, baby," he said seductively. "So what else do you guys like to do?" Now she was hooked on this new drug of honest sex talk, and needed more. Ben looked up for a moment, considering what would be the next most erotic thing he could convey to his beautiful friend. "Well, we both like oral, giving and receiving." "You like to give it to her?" she asked, a little incredulous. "Of course! Why wouldn't I?" "I don't know; I don't think Aaron does." "Is he gay?" "No, it's just that—" "Then he likes it. Trust me." "But, he never does it," she implored. "Do you ever ask him to?" "Well, we're not like that," she explained. "Sex isn't something we explicitly talk about; it just happens." "You kids need to get over being so repressed. Loosen up! Have some fun and communicate!" Sarah smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Now Ben had a question for her. "Do you ever go down on him?" he asked. Sarah gave a sheepish grin. "Sometimes. Not very often. I don't think he enjoys it much." "Well, then that's your fault." Sarah frowned at him. "Seriously, it's not just about putting it in your mouth and sucking away like a lollipop. You gotta learn how to take that thing deep, stroke it with your wet throat like you're making love to it." "I know how to suck a dick," she scolded coolly. "Mmm, look me in the eyes when you say that!" Sarah ignored his tease. "It's just that we seem to avoid doing anything...dirty," she explained. "Like, we only make love; we don't ever 'just have sex.'" "Ah, we want to dirty up our tidy lovemaking with a little extracurricular activity?" he summed up. Sarah glanced to her left once to reassure herself that nobody was listening, her face becoming flush again. She nodded slightly with a guilty smile on her face. Ben sighed and reached down and attempted to discretely adjust his pants to relieve the pressure from his growing erection. "What are ya...doing there, chief?" Sarah asked, glancing down and then back at him with a sly grin. "Just looking for my napkin," he lied. "My advice to you is to let him know you can sometimes be a dirty girl." He looked around and lowered his voice. "Start by pulling off of him during sex and having a taste of his tool, dripping wet with your juices. I can say this with absolute certainty: We men love that! And I mean that with a capital L-O-V-E." Sarah grimaced at the suggestion. "Oh, come on!" he pleaded. "You don't really think it's gross, do you?" A smile crept onto Sarah's face. "Aren't I supposed to?" Ben grinned at his beautiful colleague. "Ah, I can see it in your eyes, baby! Let go of those hang-ups. Pretend like you're a porn star when you're fucking him. Be his little slut in bed. He'll start doing things that you never expected." "Yeah, like asking me what I did with his sweet, little Sarah. I couldn't bear to freak him out, Ben." He shook his head and smiled. "You're not listening to your old pal, Ben. He's waiting for you to find your inner slut. Put sweet little Sarah on the shelf for a while." Sarah smiled uncomfortably at her drink while she stirred her straw. Ben didn't feel like he really convinced her, but it sure had been a fun conversation. Their discussion turned to more pressing issues that needed attended to that afternoon. The rest of their day was busy answering calls for help from the payroll department, which suffered a network failure at the worst time of the day, but Sarah's mind never wandered far from sex. After the morning flirting and the sexually charged lunch with Ben, her libido was in overdrive. She found herself daydreaming of seducing her husband, surprising him with a little slutty behavior, undressing seductively in front of him after work, or grabbing his crotch at their hello kiss. Unfortunately, every fantasy ended with Aaron freaking out a little bit at her abnormal behavior, repressing her back into good-girl mode. While she daydreamed away, her work problems weren't fixing themselves. Sarah needed to get her mind in gear if she was going to go home before midnight. She pulled out her phone and relieved some tension by sending a message to Aaron, "I luv you." She put her phone away and got down to business. Despite her distractions, Sarah managed to troubleshoot the network back online by six o'clock. The wetness in her panties persisted, even on the drive home, prompting Sarah to remove them at a red light to get some relief from the uncomfortable dampness. But the thought of not wearing any underwear in public was a turn-on in itself, and soon Sarah could feel the wetness building again. She hoped to find Aaron home when she arrived, anxious to be close to him, to give him a little taste of naughty Sarah. But he had worked late that day too, having been in meetings all day, disrupting his usual routine. His phone had dinged at a quiet moment while in a committee meeting, reminding him he forgot to silence his phone. Pulling it out of his pocket, he read the sweet message Sarah had sent, but couldn't reply. It was odd of her to send such an unnecessary, mushy message during the day. Normally she would have said something like, "Pick up some milk." But today it was "I luv you." It felt good to read it, and made Aaron want to be home more than ever. One little message got the wheels turning in his head. They hadn't been intimate together for more than a week, their hectic schedules simply not permitting any time to do anything other than sleep when they went to bed. Aaron made it point to find time for them tonight. He arrived home to find Sarah's car in the drive. He couldn't wait to kiss his pretty wife. Sarah considered giving him a nice tongue kiss on their greeting, setting the loving mood for some fun that night, but as her mouth approached his, she faltered and gave him nothing more than their usual peck on the lips. It would have seemed odd to show affection so early in the evening. "How was your day?" he asked, hanging up his jacket in the closet. "It was a zoo!" she said, focusing on the afternoon and avoiding the mention of their slow morning. Telling him she had a sexually charged lunch with her flirtatious co-worker would not be a good start to the conversation. "The network was down half the afternoon, but we got it all running again." "Oh good," he replied. "I know it sucks when everything breaks at the wrong time." Their daily greeting was already headed down its normal dull path and she knew they needed to change course. Sarah decided to plant the lovemaking seed in her usual way. "Are you, uh, busy later?" she asked, hooking a finger in his belt loop and kissing him gently. It was their little code for letting the other know they were in the mood. Aaron looked at her with a smile, happy that they were on the same wavelength. He was pleased to answer that he was free. Sarah smiled back and went to the kitchen to reheat some leftover lasagna for dinner. Still pantiless, she reveled in the feeling of her skirt rubbing on her bare ass. She hoped Aaron didn't notice that her panty line was gone. All that Aaron had noticed was how amazing she looked today. He replayed in his head Sarah touching his waist as she subtly asked him for sex. He could still smell her breath, taste her lips, feel her soft breasts briefly press against him. It wasn't even bedtime yet and he was already wanting her! "You look really pretty today," Aaron said on impulse while they ate their dinner. He didn't know why he would tell her that today over any other day. She always looked really pretty to him. He felt he didn't tell her enough anyway. He watched her a few seconds while she ate. Something was different. Was it the little smile she was wearing this evening? Was it the cute way her hair was hanging more to one side than usual? "What?" Sarah finally giggled when she could take his staring no longer. Aaron shrugged, embarrassed. "I don't know. You look like you had a good day." "Eh, it was okay," she lied. At that moment, she knew she would tell Aaron at some point about the friendship she shared with Ben—just not tonight. This was a night to reap the benefits of their enlightened conversation, not spoil them. After dinner, Sarah went to the bathroom to freshen up and decided that a shower was what she really needed, considering all the moisture her vagina had been generating for most of the day. She started the hot water and looked at herself in the mirror, turning around and looking over her shoulder to see how she looked without the panty line. She liked what she saw, but didn't think she could go pantiless all the time. Maybe just with this skirt, she thought. She unzipped the skirt and watched it slide off her hips, immediately exposing her naked lower half to the mirror. She twisted around again and looked at her naked ass. Ben knew what he was talking about; it was just right. She was actually pretty happy with her posterior. She hoped Aaron was happy with it. He generally didn't directly compliment her on her body. She quickly removed her blouse and unhooked her bra before throwing it all in the hamper. Her nipples were feeling extra sensitive, just like her clit, and she rubbed them gently, watching her naked profile in the mirror. She couldn't wait for Aaron to fill his hands with her soft tits! Normally, when Sarah took a shower while in the kind of mood she was in right now, the hand-held shower head would eventually find its way to her lower half, gently imparting its pulsing vibrations to her labia, spreading them apart to find her firmed up clitoris nestled inside, ready to be tickled and teased by the wonderful torrent of massaging water. It was how she achieved most of her orgasms. But today she was careful not to stimulate herself too much. She wanted to preserve the blessed tension she'd been saving up all day for her husband. Maybe this would be the night he would try something naughty with her. He seemed quite responsive when she subtly suggested they make love. Instead of masturbating in the shower, Sarah tried something different, but equally erotic. Examining her vagina, she got a crazy idea. She'd never trimmed herself down there before. After shaving her legs as usual, she let the razor creep off her thigh and onto her mound, whisking away a corner of her pubic hair. She did the same to the other side. Before she knew it, she had narrowed her normally wide area of hair. She shaved a little more off the sides, then across the top, and then rinsed the soap off. She opened the shower door and looked in the mirror. "Oh, baby!" she thought to herself. Suddenly she looked like a porn star. Her pussy looked much smaller, much prettier. She continued to watch in the mirror as she slipped a finger across her remaining hair and dipped it between her labia. She felt the seemingly ever-present moisture and pulled a thick, slippery line of fluid from her vagina. The shaving had turned her on even more! Tech Support Aaron was dutifully cleaning up the kitchen while Sarah was showering. He couldn't stop thinking about being with her tonight. He actually got a semi-erection as he imagined making love to her, prompting him to put down the dish rag and adjust. Even though he was alone, he still felt embarrassed. He leaned back against the counter and closed his eyes, thinking of Sarah's naked body, imagining of being on top of her, inside her. Just then he heard the water shut off in the shower. She was done. A crazy idea crept into Aaron's heart. What if he went and just took her, right now, fresh and naked out of the shower? It would be off-the-wall to do it during the day; lovemaking was meant for bedtime. But bedtime seemed like an eternity away! He decided he would be spontaneous and do it—right after he finished the kitchen. Sarah stepped out of the shower and toweled off her long, brown hair, never taking her eyes off her pretty new pussy. She had just grabbed her tube of moisturizing cream when she heard her phone ring. It was still in the pocket of her skirt in the hamper. She almost let the call go to voicemail, but saw her tiny bluetooth headset resting on the vanity. Sarah turned it on and put it in her ear. "Hello?" she answered. "Sarah, it's Ben." He sounded a little distraught. "Did you remember to re-enable the firewalls today after finally getting payroll back online?" "Of course." Ben breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, I can sleep tonight. For a minute there I had visions of hackers pillaging our coffers and offering up my head on a plate to upper management. I'm sorry to have bothered you; I hope you weren't busy." "Nope, just out of the shower," she replied. "Oh?" said Ben, his tone audibly more intrigued. "So you're...naked?" "That's how I usually take showers," she responded. Sarah couldn't resist the sarcasm. "What do you look like?" he asked. "Like a whale," she lamented. Ben laughed. "Women," he said. "Why do you always look at your body through such judgmental eyes? Try to see yourself as a man sees you. A whale is definitely not the word that comes to my mind. Look at your breasts in the mirror. You know they're amazing, don't you? Tell me what your husband sees." He waited for a response, but there was only awkward silence. After a long pause, Sarah finally spoke. "Right now, baby?" Ben thought for a moment how to reply. It was an odd thing for her to say to him. Then Sarah spoke again. "Wait, can I—Aaron, I need to—" There was another long pause before Sarah sighed. Ben spoke tentatively. "Sarah, I hope I didn't—" He was interrupted by the sounds of lips smacking. Ben wasn't sure what was going on. He had thought she was alone, but her husband was obviously there. Ben immediately felt a little guilty being so bold with the sex talk over the phone while she was at home with her husband. Sometimes his libido overshadowed his boundaries. His first impulse was to hang up, but he listened a while longer. They were kissing. He could hear the lip smacking and both of them breathing heavy through their noses. Ben's heart leapt into his chest as it dawned on him what they were doing. He was listening to the sounds of foreplay. But, why wasn't Sarah hanging up the phone? He listened for awhile longer and considered whether he should say anything to Sarah. Swishing sounds from the room, which he surmised was the sound of Aaron's clothes coming off as they kissed their way into the bedroom, filled Ben's earpiece. More kissing followed, then a moan from Sarah. "Oh my god," Ben said absentmindedly into the phone as he listened. A soft thud told him Sarah had plopped onto the bed, still on the phone. "You must be wearing a headset!" he declared, as if he'd just solved the riddle of the week. He figured Sarah was so taken by surprise by Aaron that she didn't even have time to remove her bluetooth earpiece. Aaron probably didn't even know she was on the phone, since it would have been hidden in her long, dark hair. Sarah lay naked on her back, watching her husband take off his underwear. She was pleasantly surprised at the spontaneity of Aaron's initiation, but would have liked about ten seconds' warning to end the call with Ben. She was trying to decide whether to hang up on him. If she removed the headset now, it might seem a little strange to Aaron that she'd had it on while naked, right out of the shower, and even stranger, hadn't removed it until now. On the other hand, what was the harm in leaving it on? Sarah conveniently decided not to do anything about it. Aaron climbed onto the bed, his eyes on her pubic hair, which looked different than the last time he saw her. "Did you trim yourself down there?" Sarah nodded. She didn't know what Aaron would think. "Is it okay?" she asked, watching his eyes. "You look so different..." He studied her for awhile as a pleasurable, almost guilty chill cascaded through his body. "Oh, Sarah!" said Ben softly. "Did you do that just now? Holy shit, that is so hot!" Aaron got on his knees and scooted them under her thighs, pausing to admire his wife's pretty little porn star pussy. He ran his hand through her now-diminished hair and smiled at Sarah. She eyed him intently, hoping for his approval. She'd never done anything like that before. She was dripping wet inside, aching for her husband's touch. He let a thumb touch between her labia, liberating some moisture waiting just inside. Sarah closed her eyes at the blessed contact. "You're ready right now, aren't you?" he said, rubbing his slippery fingers together. "I'm really horny," she confessed. "That makes two of us," Aaron replied, ignoring the fact that he'd never heard that word from his wife's lips before. "That makes three of us," quipped Ben. He didn't know if he should press his luck on having the privilege to listen in on a married couple's lovemaking, but then again, she had kept him on this long, maybe she wanted him to hear. What an amazing treat that would be! Still, he needed to hear it from Sarah. He was intruding if she didn't want him on the phone, and it was possible she couldn't hang up. Mustering tremendous self-discipline, Ben decided to get Sarah's explicit permission. "I know you can't talk directly to me, but I need to know if this is okay, Sarah. Do you want me to hang up? Clear your throat or something if you do." Ben waited for a response, but there was only kissing. Aaron pressed his body against Sarah's breasts, allowing most of his weight to settle onto her. He kissed her deeply as he got up on his hands, positioning his cock between her swollen labia majora. Ben needed one more validation from her before he could fully commit to this voyeuristic escapade. "Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?" Sarah inhaled a quick audible breath as Aaron sunk his manhood into her creamy depths. She'd been longing to be filled all day, and feeling her husband's hard cock slip into her with one long, smooth motion was taking her breath away both physically and emotionally. Hearing Ben's voice in her ear while her husband was inside her was making her feel sexy on a whole new level—and a little dirty, like she was doing something that nice girls don't do, slutty behavior that was secretly manifesting itself as a warm, delicious tickle deep inside her tummy. "Mm hmm," Ben heard her say in his ear, affirming her intentions and giving him the green light to listen in. Ben rubbed his erection in his pants. "In that case, I'm going to get as comfortable as you two." He went to his bedroom and unfastened his pants with one hand, wiggling them off and liberating his dick through the fly in his boxers. Ben stroked himself a while, listening to the kissing going on in his ear. He hated to put the phone down, not wanting to miss a second of this call, but he did briefly so he could strip the rest of his clothes off. Grabbing the phone, he plopped onto the bed, naked. "I'm so hard listening to you," he said to Sarah. "He's inside you right now, isn't he?" Sarah couldn't believe what she was doing! She had just told a man he could listen in while she had sex with her husband. It wasn't cheating, but it felt strangely similar. She reached up and confirmed that her hair was safely concealing the illicit device in her ear. Her heart quivered with guilty pleasure at knowing two men were hot for her right now. She certainly had not planned for this virtual threesome, but now that it was happening, she felt sexier than a cheerleader in a men's locker room. Aaron drove his firm hips into his wife more forcefully than usual, his knees sunken into the soft mattress. He was turned on like he hadn't felt in a long time. Her trimmed pussy hair was an unexpected treat, making her look not only loveable, but downright sexy. He didn't think Sarah would have ever thought of doing that. She put her hands on his ass, probably the naughtiest thing she would normally do to him, and helped him keep the loving pace while kissing his neck. Sarah raised her legs up and spread them wide for her husband, letting the slutty impulses that were sprouting inside her blossom. Ben was trying to picture what they looked like, and what position they were in. He figured it was their usual missionary position. This would be even hotter, he thought to himself, if they would try a new position. Suddenly a light went on in his head. What if he made a suggestion to Sarah? Maybe it would spice things up for her. A little encouragement might be just what she needed. He decided to give it a shot. Ben could hear Aaron breathing and figured he'd better speak softly, lest he be overheard. "Sarah, are you two doing mish?" "Mm hmm," she said, timing her answer again to coincide with the lovemaking and not raising suspicion from her husband. "Mmm, I bet your little trimmed pussy is so wet! This could be your greatest night of lovemaking. I have a suggestion for you that might start you on a memorable ride. I want you to do something. You two need to roll over so you can be on top. Aaron wants to feel your sweet, round tits with his hands while you rock your hips on his hard cock. Can you do that for him? Come on, Sarah, ride 'em cowgirl!" Hearing Ben talk dirty to her while her husband fucked her was just about the most erotic thing Sarah had ever experienced. It was like a vanilla sundae suddenly got drizzled with hot fudge. Her senses were charged and her normally passive demeanor was being squeezed and pushed aside by a new, powerful inclination to please. She pushed Aaron away by the hips and sat up. "Lie down," she gently ordered. Ben could hardly contain his excitement at hearing Sarah follow his suggestion! Aaron, a little surprised at Sarah's sudden authority, was more than happy to oblige. He lay on his back, grabbing a pillow to put under his head. He lustfully watched Sarah's naked body climb on top of him, her creamy tummy looking so inviting. He felt her up as she got herself into position. Her breasts were soft and supple, more than a handful, and her soft tummy gave just a little at his touch. Sarah's skin was velvety soft and creamy white and was just now feeling smooth and dry after her shower. Aaron rubbed her hips and up her sides and then onto her breasts as Sarah settled her weight onto his rigid tool. The wetness of her vagina had become the main attraction, surpassing even the trimmed hair. She felt even tighter to Aaron as he glided back into her swollen canal. Sarah sat up straight on Aaron, her hips rocking rhythmically on his rigid tool. This was a rare position for them. Aaron never asked her to change positions, and Sarah normally lacked the fortitude to suggest it. Both of them could feel the excitement building, as though a hurdle they normally had trouble clearing was safely behind them. Aaron began to thrust in rhythm with Sarah's rocking, his hands cupping her sweet breasts. Sarah traced the outline of Aaron's pectorals with her finger, keeping her eyes on his, her expression solemn. Silence was the normal mode for them once their lovemaking had reached cruising altitude, but Sarah was in the mood to talk, not only to further their erotic encounter, but also to keep Ben in the loop. "I've been wet for you all day," she said. "You were thinking about me today?" Aaron asked. "Thinking about making love to you." Aaron smiled. Sarah leaned down to kiss him. She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth before uttering in his ear, too softly for Ben to hear, "I love you." "I love you too," Aaron responded. Ben did hear that. "Awe, you kids are so sweet! Now is the time to take it to the next level, Sarah. He loves you, but he'll love you even more after you do this." Sarah gazed into Aaron's eyes, part of her wanting to be alone with him, the other part anxiously awaiting what her "coach" would say next. And what he said next stunned her with erotic desire that would have weakened her knees if she wasn't already on them. "Remember what we talked about at lunch today? Now is your opportunity to show him how sexy you are. Take him to a new plateau of lustful desire. Pull off him and have a taste of his wet cock. I promise it will be the sexiest portion you've ever had in your mouth. Mmmm, Sarah! I know your juices are running down his tool right now. Let him see you lick it up for him!" He didn't need to say any more; she was ready taste their love. She only hoped Aaron would take it the same way she would offer it—a lustful gesture to augment her undying love for him. She abruptly pulled off of Aaron's long erection. Aaron's expression went from pleasure to puzzled—and then to surprise as Sarah made her way down to his glistening tool. She watched his eyes intently, unable to predict his reaction. Sarah got into a comfortable position between Aaron's legs and brought her mouth slowly to his dick, never losing eye contact. His surprised expression melted to sinful lust as Sarah's lips touched his dripping cock. She had an initial taste, just her lips on the head, her tongue slipping out to meet the shaft. The salty-sweet nectar erupted on her palate and coaxed her further onto him. He was very slippery, the shiny coating peeling off onto her lips and collecting in a drop on her chin. The barely perceptible smell of her sex tickled her nostrils, teasing her desire to its most dizzying heights. Sarah closed her eyes and opened her throat, taking the fleshy organ as deep into her as she could tolerate, bobbing on it once or twice before she had to release it with a deep breath. She stroked his saturated cock with her hand as she looked up at him again. Aaron's mouth was agape, revealing his own erotic desires at having such a deviant thing done to him by his sweet Sarah. He swallowed once and resumed his open-mouthed stare, still disbelieving what she was doing, secretly hoping she would continue. Sarah took it in again, allowing the luscious, wet sounds of fellatio to fill the room—and her headset. "Oh, god, Sarah! You're doing him right, I can tell! You're an amazing woman to do this for your man. Right now he's watching your pretty little lips slurp up your sexy juices. Make sure you look him in the eyes. He loves you, baby." Aaron did in fact realize an affection he never knew he had for his wife. He could never bring himself to ask Sarah to do such a thing to him, let alone expect her to do it well. He lustfully watched his standing member that had just been inside Sarah's drenched pussy, disappear inside her throat. He was so enraptured by the feeling of Sarah's soft palate that he thrust into her, fucking her throat like she was a little whore. Sarah gagged at having his big dick rammed down her throat, but recovered quickly. "I'm okay," she breathlessly said to both men before wantonly taking the tool into her throat again. Aaron felt like such a dork for doing that to her, and wanted to apologize, but the stimulation took over his thoughts again, and he found himself almost thrusting into her as before. "There's one more special thing a woman can do for her man with her mouth that is impossible for him to do to himself. I have a feeling Aaron has never experienced this before, Sarah, so you must do this!" Sarah was intrigued at Ben's cryptic instructions. She licked Aaron's long shaft and awaited her orders. "Put his balls in your mouth. Suck them gently while you stroke his rod. He won't believe such a sensation even existed!" Sarah immediately complied, scooting down a little further and lassoing his scrotum with her tongue. She sucked his testicles in gently, first one, then the other, caressing the thick, rough skin with her tongue, spitting them out and sucking them in again, all the while stroking him, just like Ben said. Aaron took a startled breath as his balls found their way inside Sarah's mouth for the first time. "Oh my god!" he exclaimed. "Oh my god!" he repeated, his mouth wide open. He breathed in audibly again. "Sar—Sar—" he stammered. "Oh, fuck, Sarah!" Ben burst out laughing, absolutely elated at the sexual symphony he was conducting. "I think our boy learned a new word!" Waves of tickling ecstasy pulsated through Aaron's body with each swish of Sarah's tongue on his balls. He was having trouble expressing what he was feeling right that second—how her mouth was the most divine thing he'd ever come in contact with, how her pretty face between his legs looked like the sweetest, most beautiful angel mankind had ever beheld. She was expressing her love for him in the strangest way he could have imagined, and it felt perfect! She was going way beyond their normal comfort zone, stepping into uncharted waters, taking risks for his pleasure and expecting no reciprocation. She was pleasing her lover in inventive ways that he never knew she had in her. He didn't know what she would want from him, but he felt obligated and enraptured at the thought of returning the favor. Ben had a pretty good idea what was going on in Aaron's male mind, and wanted to keep Sarah ahead of him, like the wonderful lover she was becoming. "Alright, Sarah, it's your turn, baby. Now is your opportunity to see how dirty Aaron really likes to get. Are you ready to get yours? Keep your lips on his cock, but turn around and throw a leg over his chest. Let him experience up close what's between those cute little butt cheeks of yours. 69 is a magical number, honey!" Sarah listened intently to her instructions while she rolled her tongue and lips on Aaron's cock. She moved from between his legs to alongside him, and continued to fellate his tool, but she hesitated on spreading her legs across his chest. She just couldn't do it. This was going further than she thought they could handle. She was willing to dirty up herself in service to her husband, but to shove herself in his face and expect him get even dirtier was too much. She couldn't bear the thought of Aaron suddenly getting turned off by her nastiness. She lay on her side, sucking her husband's dick with continued ferocity, her naked back toward him. She desperately wanted to feel Aaron's tongue between her legs, but she couldn't bring herself to force him. Maybe Ben was right, but she wasn't going to risk anything to prove it. Besides, she was greatly enjoying pleasuring her husband with her mouth, and that was good enough. Unable to see his beautiful wife's face, Aaron eyed the crack of her naked ass as it lay in full view. Sarah had taken the privilege of putting the sexiest parts of his body in her mouth, but he had yet to seize the same opportunity. For three years, he had been afraid to suggest that he might enjoy something as sinister as putting his mouth on Sarah's tender parts. It was just something that a decent girl like her wouldn't want. Tech Support He reached out and touched her back, rubbing it casually before letting his hand slip down to her soft butt cheeks, caressing them both gently. He never would dare to put his hands between her cheeks; that was left to fantasy. But tonight he was emboldened. Tonight his sweet, young wife was giving him head, and he was going to feel her up while she did it. An electric charge shot through Sarah's body as she felt Aaron's fingers nonchalantly slip into her crack, brushing the soft, sparse hair inside and almost imperceptibly grazing her anus. His hand wandered back out onto her fleshy hips, as though it had never happened. God, she hoped he would do it again! Aaron couldn't resist the dark thrill he got from feeling his wife's ass. He casually slipped his fingers in again, as though it were no big deal, this time getting a full feel of her anus on his fingertips. Sarah moaned her approval as she continued sucking him. Aaron slipped his hand into her crevice further, feeling her swollen pussy with his fingers while at the same time rubbing her butthole with his thumb. It was a guilty thrill that could have carried him into the next month, but he wasn't done. His libido was ramped to the max. His wife had her mouth full of his dick; and he was going to taste her pussy. Gently tugging on her thigh, Aaron coaxed Sarah to scoot herself closer to him. That tug was the sweetest gesture Sarah had ever felt in her life! He was into it. It was the green light to go ahead and mount him in the most sinister, dirty and slutty way possible. She anticipated the feeling of his tongue slipping inside her, like a marathon runner anticipates a drink of water. To be sure it was what Aaron wanted, she tentatively flipped one leg over his chest, but went no further. Aaron eyed her spread pussy and felt the inside of her thigh, warm and moist. Pulling on her thigh one more time, he coaxed Sarah the rest of the way onto his chest. Her ass was spread wide, her pussy splayed out on his bare chest. Without speaking, he gently coaxed her backward, helping her step backwards on her knees until her cute little butthole was visible between her spread cheeks. Sarah hunched over her husband, hungrily gulping down the head of his dick, savoring the pre-cum that was now steadily seeping from him. In her wildly bent over position, her ass was just an inch away from Aaron's face—a very strange sensation for her indeed. The moment of truth was upon her: Would Aaron acquiesce to this lascivious act, or would he have an aversion to having her ass so close to his face, like she always assumed he would? Aaron answered that question by bringing his lips to her tender folds and kissing her labia majora. It's warm aroma wrapped itself around his heart, quivering inside his chest while the dark iron gate of his inhibitions ratcheted open with each caress of his wife's tender mouth on his cock. His tongue ventured in, seemingly on its own, and he quickly opened his whole mouth to her vagina, pulling on her hips to bring her even closer to him. His first taste of Sarah's sweet womanhood lit a fire inside him he'd never known, guiding him to lap up the thick juice that had accumulated just inside, savoring its salty goodness as it trickled down his throat. He felt like he was in an erotic dream, licking the pussy of his wife's alter ego, the evil twin that did naughty things with him. This couldn't be his Sarah! Sooner or later he was going to have to acknowledge that it wasn't just her sweet pussy that was near his face. He had tried to be decent about it—or at least as decent as one could be while performing cunnilingus—but he could ignore it no longer. Her pink anus was just an inch from his nose, beckoning him to know it better. If Sarah was going to think ill of him for what he was about to do, so be it. He had to do this. Sarah's eyes suddenly opened wide at the sensation of Aaron's nose pressing into her butt, the sound of deep breathing filling the room. Aaron made no attempt to hide the fact that he was ambitiously inhaling her feminine essence. Even though Sarah was just out of the shower, the faint, sweaty, barely lingering trace of her ass combined with the femininity oozing from her vagina to form a perfect amalgam of erotic spice. Aaron lost the last of his inhibitions and buried his face into her, nosing into her vagina, rocking his face up and down her slippery valley, coating himself in her luscious honey, tasting, smelling, moaning, sucking, experiencing her dark side as deep as he could go. He'd never been so turned on in his life! Ben had kept quiet, listening to the sounds of Sarah's lips on a hard dick, waiting for a sign that they were progressing down their prescribed path. A moan from Sarah, followed by a high-pitched squeal told him that her vagina was once again being stimulated. Her voice was like velvet caressing his ear. He closed his eyes and stroked his tool, keeping to himself, allowing the two lovers to progress naturally for awhile. Sarah moaned into her headset as Aaron's tongue rapidly slipped in and out of her pussy. She sat back onto his face even further, smothering him with her weight, reveling in the sinister feeling of pushing her ass onto his nose. "You two are so hot, Sarah! I love to listen to you while he makes love to you with his tongue. You know sex will never be the same for you now. Aaron has discovered the dirty side of his cute little bride, and he's going to need more." Sarah moaned louder for both men, all inhibitions thrown out the window. She was in the throes of the most erotic moment of her life. All options were on the table; she would do anything to satisfy Aaron at that point. "Do you like that baby?" she asked. "Mm hmm" came Aaron's muffled response. "Do you like how I taste?" Aaron moaned loud into her pussy, signaling his delight. Dirty sex, now augmented with dirty talking was perfection. He couldn't get enough of her! He didn't know how this encounter became so unbelievably erotic, but he was thankful Sarah had led him down this path. His sweet and unassuming wife had become freakishly sexy right before his eyes. "How do I taste?" she asked eagerly. "Like an angel," he said, pulling his mouth from her pussy long enough to answer. The raw sex had been going on for so long that they both were feeling a need for some loving. Sarah pulled away from him and turned around. Aaron got up to his knees to meet her. They kissed gently, tasting each other and themselves. "I love you," she said to him before slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. She kissed him, rubbing her face on the wetness that had accumulated on his, tasting her own essence, furthering her desire beyond what she had thought were the limits. It was as though they were just beginning the lovemaking. They kissed feverishly, their loving thirst for each other finding its most heavenly peak with the naughty taste of their uninhibited lust in their mouths. But the kissing only reminded Sarah that they had stalled their real lovemaking. She needed him inside her, right now. Sarah abruptly turned around and bent her upper body down onto the bed, forcing her round ass in the air in front of Aaron, her swollen carnal flower beckoning him for re-entry. Aaron quickly got behind her and slipped his dripping cock into her saliva-coated pussy, immediately fucking her rapidly. The squishing sound from an abundance of natural lube filled the room. Sarah's bouncing moans from getting hammered by her husband tipped off Ben that they had abandoned giving head and were fucking again. He stroked himself as he listened to the beautiful sex sounds. "Sarah, what position are you in? Are you doing mish?" There was no answer, only her continued staccato moaning. "Did you get on top again?" Still he heard no response. Ben desperately hoped for an affirmative answer to his next question. He took a quivering breath and asked, "Is he behind you?" "Mmm hmmm" Ben moaned softly into the phone. They had moved on without his assistance. He listened to Sarah's heavy breathing with renewed interest, picturing her on her knees, tits mashed into the mattress, her pretty ass high in the air, Aaron smoothly stroking into her musky depths. Sarah was much more audible now than she had been when they first started, clearly free of inhibitions. She had come such a long way in a short time! It was obvious these two had it in them; they just needed a little coaxing to allow their deep wanton desires to find the surface. But, there was one act they had yet to commit. It was dirty beyond what either of them had experienced thus far. He doubted the likelihood they would go through with it, even in their heightened arousal. But he had to try. There was no better time than right this second. "Sarah, I have one more suggestion for you. You have to be in the right mood, so if you don't want to, I won't pressure you. Do you know what the final erotic frontier for your husband is? Do you know what his deepest, most secret and guilty desire is? It might be the same as yours. It's to bury his cock in your sweet little ass. He's secretly fantasized about it many times. You know he's never tried it with you because he would never want to harm his fragile bride. But he'll do it at a moment's notice if you give him the green light. Do you want to try?" He prepared to wait on the inevitable silence that would signify a negative answer. "Mmm hmmm," Sarah stealthily declared. Ben couldn't believe his ears. "Oh, Sarah! You're going to make two men very happy!" Sarah wasn't sure about what she was getting into. She hoped she could do it, and she hoped Aaron could too. She was really wet and responsive back there and felt like she could take it. She wanted it. She wanted to feel Aaron's cock stretch her ass to get inside, to feel his tool probe into her, knowing it would be the tightest fuck he ever had! "Here's how you get started. Take it slow. Reach back and finger your ass. Tease yourself a little and let him watch you." Sarah's ass was sticking out in full view of Aaron, who hadn't taken his eyes off it since they began their current position. Her anus was pretty and dark pink, well-exposed in her current position, slightly opening from the stress of sticking so far out. Aaron watched Sarah's hand reach around to her back side and, to his delight, begin rubbing her little pucker. She let all her fingertips come in contact with it, spreading her cheeks still wider, as though she were trying to turn it inside out. "Oh, Sarah!" Aaron exclaimed so loudly that Ben could clearly hear him. Aaron had been concentrating on holding off his orgasm while fucking Sarah in that blessed position, and was succeeding until she started touching her butt. He had to stop thrusting to keep from coming. Staying inside her, he watched her tease her tight hole with her middle finger, rubbing it in a circle and pushing gently, slightly spreading the sphincter to get the pad of her fingertip in. She reached down and scraped some liquid magic off his tool, still buried in her wet vagina, and spread it across her anus, slickening it up immediately and inviting her finger to push in. Into the first knuckle she went and stroked gently. She rolled up some more girl honey on the side of her finger and slipped it in again, this time to the second knuckle. She moaned lightly at the new sensation. She was already feeling more confident in her ability to take Aaron's dick. But she wasn't ready yet, and Ben knew it. "Aaron stopped to watch you finger yourself didn't he? There's just no bigger turn on than watching a pretty girl do that to herself! On to the next phase, Sarah. You need to get two fingers in there. It might hurt a little at first, so lube it up good." Sarah gently pushed Aaron out of her, fisting his cock as it withdrew and taking as much slippery wetness as she could gather into her palm. Smearing it all between her cheeks, she immediately dipped her middle and ring fingers into her anus, almost to the second knuckle. Sarah sighed loudly. It did hurt a little. She pressed on, wiggling her fingers slowly in and out several times, getting used to the sensation, and gradually opening up her tight hole. The stretching pain stopped her fingers half way before she pulled them out and thrust them in again. Over and over she fucked her ass, her fingers slowly gaining further entrance with each push. Soon her two fingers were all the way in. Aaron tried to comprehend what could possibly be driving Sarah to do something so provocative as fingering her ass right in front of him, but he didn't need to understand. All he really wanted to know was what her ass felt like from the inside. He dipped two fingers into her vagina and scooped the wetness up to her butthole. Sarah removed her fingers and Aaron immediately replaced them with his own. He went slowly, since his fingers were bigger than Sarah's. Her rectum was silky smooth and wet as an aroused vagina. "Oh god, baby!" she exclaimed. "Finger my ass good, okay?" "Good boy, Aaron," said Ben. "I think he's onboard, Sarah! Talk him up, baby; be his dirty little slut. This is the hottest thing that's ever happened to him." "You like fingering my ass, don't you, baby?" she asked her husband. "Uh huh," he grunted. "Push your fingers all the way in. Yeah, easy, baby, all the way. Do you like how it feels inside?" "Uh huh." Aaron was so turned on he could barely express himself. "Is there anything else you'd like to put in there?" she asked sweetly, her voice very high. "Uh huh." Aaron attempted to push two fingers in all the way to the last knuckle. Sarah breathed in and moaned uncomfortably. He withdrew and attempted again, slower. He was reading her, letting her guide him. Their nonverbal communication was at an all-time exciting level, and Aaron was starting to feel what she felt. He felt like a skilled lover! He continued fucking her with his fingers, watching her little sphincter gradually loosen up. He spread his fingers slightly, eliciting a moan from Sarah—a moan of pleasure, not of pain. Aaron let a drop of spit fall from his lips into her ass, mixing with the juices already inside, continuing the wet stroking. He couldn't believe what they were about to do! "I'm ready for you, baby. Are you ready to fuck my ass?" "Oh god, baby! I can't believe we're going to do this!" Aaron exclaimed. "I love you so much!" "I love you too, baby! Go easy on me, okay?" Ben was feverishly stroking himself, listening to their exchange. "Oh my god, you kids are adorable!" He stopped stroking to get serious for a moment. "Now listen, Sarah. The key for you is to relax. Let every muscle in your body go limp, inside and out. Allow yourself to be taken over completely. Tell him again to go easy, and relax!" Aaron bent his erection down to her waiting hole, now wet and bright pink and slightly open from being worked over by their fingers. He touched the tip to her anus. "Take it slow," she reiterated. Sarah lay her head on her side and let her body go limp, concentrating on the feeling of Aaron's fleshy tool touching her butt. She felt the pressure of Aaron's first attempt at insertion, the head only starting to nudge in. She immediately tensed up at the sensation. She could still hear Ben's advice echoing in her head, and did her best to allow her body to go flaccid. She had complete trust that Aaron wouldn't hurt her; she just needed to convince her lower half of that. Aaron watched her sphincter tighten up as he attempted insertion, and then watched it relax again. He put a hand on her back and rubbed gently to comfort her while he positioned himself for another attempt. This time Sarah maintained her loose and relaxed state, allowing Aaron to get half his head in and out several times, using the extreme slipperiness to their advantage, not getting in any hurry. Seeing he wasn't hurting her, he ventured further, now getting nearly all the head of his penis inside. Sarah concentrated on letting Aaron into her, giving all the control to him. Her mouth was involuntarily open, her voice making high pitched squeaks at feeling the fine line between discomfort and extreme pleasure. "You're doing so well, Sarah! Pretty soon you'll have all of his love inside you. Can you take it all?" "Mmm hmm," she answered Ben, which Aaron took as the green light to go further. As he watched the ridge of his glans finally disappear inside, Sarah took in a loud breath, startling both men. "Oh!" she said. His cock felt much bigger than two fingers! Aaron slid in slightly further. "Oh!" she repeated. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt before, crossing the threshold from pain to pleasure—a threshold she never knew existed. She was ready to take it all. She leaned back into him, pushing herself onto his cock and burying it to the hilt. She wailed in a high-pitched moan that almost sounded tearful. But there were no tears, only ecstasy. Aaron partially withdrew and gently thrust all the way in again, disbelieving that he was finally inside. When he had woken up that morning he barely knew what his wife looked like back in her dark crevice, let alone how she tasted or what she felt like inside. Now he was fucking her sexy ass like an experienced lover. He went slow and easy at first, waiting on Sarah to adjust to the strange new sensations she was experiencing. Sarah remained with her head on the bed, whimpering quietly as Aaron stroked her slowly. She was waiting for him to increase his speed, but he wasn't. "You can do it faster, baby," she finally said. Aaron stroked into her harder, not quite bumping into her yet, but enjoying rapid stimulation. It was the tightest fuck he'd ever had! Her hole was smooth and slippery inside, the view was absolute sexy perfection, Sarah's shapely ass spread wide to take him in. She was perfect. He loved his Sarah before, but now there was another side to her he never knew existed—a side that completed her as the most wonderful lover any man could ever hope to have—a person with whom he could gratify his darkest desires, and gladly reciprocate hers. He was free to be himself, uninhibited. He loved her sexy perfection! Sarah was ready to get pounded and got up on all fours so she could rock against her husband, beginning the sweet symphony of body slapping. She pushed back in cadence with his thrusting, forcing him deep into her—deeper than he would have thought okay—so that the wide base of his penis stretched her ass just a little more with every hard insertion. Aaron fixated on the gentle and slick sound of Sarah's condensing vaginal-saliva lube mixture slowly getting used up. He was starting to feel some friction and followed his instinct to rectify that. He pulled out of her and momentarily gazed at his wife's beautiful ass, once pure and untouched, now wet and quivering, waiting on him to satisfy his deepest desires with it. He anxiously bent down to meet her backside with his mouth, dragging his tongue between her labia and shoveling as much thick moisture he could find up to her anus. Flattening his tongue against her ass, he delivered the precious cargo, now mixed with his own saliva, prepping her for another insertion. As he positioned himself behind her, gazing down at her shiny-wet pink hole between her cheeks, ready to once again take him in, he realized with absolute certainty that he was the luckiest man on earth. The side of his sweet Sarah that he'd unconsciously hoped for was finally revealing itself to both of them. She was the very definition of a wonderful lover. He bent his steeled tool back down to her little back door and let it effortlessly slip back inside, resuming their loving rhythm like they'd never stopped. Tech Support The feeling of Aaron's dick stroking hard into her ass felt more incredible than she could have ever imagined! She reached down and touched her clitoris. "Oh...my..." Sarah tried to be vocal, but the intense sensations inside her were taking her breath away. She could only whimper in her extreme joy. Rarely did conventional sex bring her to orgasm. She didn't know for sure why, but their normal, not-so-adventuresome way of making love just didn't seem to turn her crank all the way. But as she made contact with her vagina, her ass being hammered by Aaron, a delicious sensation immediately swept over Sarah that she'd never experienced before. She rubbed harder, matching the stimulation of her clit to the pounding she was receiving, moaning quietly, but as loud as she could muster, an initial tremor beginning to erupt deep in her belly. Ben was lost in the moment, listening to the two lovers discover each other's long-hidden desires. He masturbated quietly as he checked in with Sarah one more time. "I can tell you're enjoying it, Sarah. The pain has been replaced with intense pleasure, hasn't it? You're an amazing woman to do this for your man, but you know you're really doing it for you. You've done an incredible thing for both of you. I don't know what else I can offer." "Come for me," she said. The words were music to Aaron's ears, as he was well on his way to orgasm. "Are you ready?" both men asked simultaneously. "Yes, come for me, right now," she begged, resuming her tits-down position and laying the side of her face on the bed. Her moans increased in volume and frequency as she thought of the two men shooting their loads for her—one spewing into the air and all over himself, and the other into her ass. It was the hottest thing she'd ever had happen to her, and her orgasm rushed to the surface in a torrent at the thought of it. Her hand feverishly rubbed her clit as her contractions began deep inside. It was an orgasm unlike any she'd ever felt before, like her accustomed peak was now merely a plateau on the way to a much higher summit, hidden from view normally, now only discoverable by the less travelled back-trail of anal sex. Her oppressed whimpers suddenly gained volume to orgasmic screams as the beautiful rush of her libido engulfed her entire body, inside and out. The feeling was electric! She felt deviant, dirty, slutty, beautiful—and loved. Aaron could feel Sarah's spasmodic climax through the walls of her rectum, and readily released his load into her slippery ass, moaning as loud as Sarah was, pumping spurt after creamy spurt of his liquid love into her virgin hole. "I'm coming for you, Sarah! I'm coming," Sarah heard Ben say in her ear as she felt the throbbing of Aaron's ejaculation in her sensitive rectum. Ben strained to vocalize his orgasm for Sarah's benefit. "Gah!" he let out, finally releasing several globs of cum onto his belly, stroking out his contractions with the couple's voices moaning in his ear. Aaron's thrusting slowed in sync with Sarah's manual stimulation, until they were at last holding still, except for their heaving chests as they caught their breath. Sarah could hear Ben breathing in her ear, just as labored as hers and Aaron's. The three were silent for a couple of minutes while they recovered from what would be one of the most memorable sexual encounters they would ever experience. At last Aaron very slowly pulled out of Sarah and lay down on the bed next to her, kissing her gently. It felt good to kiss her lovingly after the ravaging he'd just given her. Sex would never be the same for them again, their inhibitions squished out of existence by their bold taking of each other in seemingly reckless abandon. Aaron would never know the gift his wife gave him tonight was lovingly wrapped by another man, her sex coach, his advocate. It didn't matter. The loving future that lay ahead of them was theirs alone. "I love you," Aaron said to her, beginning to drift off to sleep. "I love you," she said, her arms wrapped around him. Ben felt like a proud teacher who'd just handed two students their diplomas. "Tell Aaron I love him too," said Ben with a chuckle. He ended the call and tossed the phone on his nightstand, smiling to himself. Tech Support "Oh hi Shirley! So great to see you!" Lena exclaimed happily when she opened the door. "I'm great, how are you? How was your weekend?" her neighbor asked back while hugging her tight. "It was pretty much the usual family visit, nothing extraordinary. I'll tell you all about it later, but please do come in!" Lena urged and pulled her friend into the hallway. "You look fantastic, is that a new dress?" "Yes it is! I'm so glad you noticed. Do you like it?" Shirley asked and twirled around on her heels. Lena had to admit, her neighbor looked gorgeous, even though she was already in her forties. Shirley had long legs which emanated from a wide, prolific pelvis and a substantial behind. She did have a few extra pounds on her hips, but they did only make her curves even more tantalizing. Her abounding F-cup breasts were held up by a flimsy lace bra that showed through the strained cloth of her new summer dress. In short, Shirley seemed to be the complete opposite of her younger friend. Lena was flat where Shirley was curvy. She had an athletic, well-toned body where the older woman had a juicy, fleshy softness. Lena was several inches shorter and wore her fair hair in a simple ponytail instead of it falling over her Nordic face. Shirley's hair fell down her shoulders and the chestnut curls tickled her profound cleavage. The two friends were an odd couple. "Hello there! It's nice of you to pop by, Shirley." Lena's husband had stumbled into the hallway, attracted by the women's laughter. "Why hello Mick, looking great as always. Busy working?" The young man blushed and scratched the dark stubble on his chin. "Yea, have to. There is always someone out there who needs a software engineer." "Ha, funny you should say that, Mick, cause that's pretty much why I'm here." Shirley giggled and looked at Lena, "I hope you're not jealous now, honey." "By no means! Help yourself!" Lena laughed, "But we should really have a cup of coffee together some time, don't you think?" "Oh definitely, my dear! What about Wednesday?", the neighbor replied excitedly. "Sounds wonderful!" "What seems to be the problem then, Shirley?" asked Mick in a more serious tone, trying to get the conversation back on topic. The older woman suddenly remembered why she'd come over."Oh yes, right." Slightly embarrassed, she pulled her smartphone from her purse. "You see, I've been having some trouble with my cell phone. I can't get the internet to work any more. Could you take a look at it?" "No problem. Shirley! I can hook it up to my computer and see what's going on." Lena laughed. "All right, I'll leave you two then, I don't think I'll be much use here anyway. If you need me, I'll be upstairs! Still have some laundry to do." "Okay, we'll shout if we need anything!" her next-door bestie replied gleefully before hurrying after Mick into his office. "Well then, let's see..." Mick plugged a cable into Shirley's phone and connected the other end to his computer. "Thanks so much for doing this, Michael. I'm not that gifted when it comes to computers and such," Shirley chirped while massaging the young man's shoulders with lithe fingers. Mick could feel the warm flesh of her breasts press against his back and couldn't help but feel slightly aroused. He just couldn't deny Shirley's allure. "Don't mention it, I'm always happy if I can help out," Mick said while clicking his way through a series of control windows. He tried to ignore his neighbor's hands which were traveling across his chest and belly, teasing and caressing. She probably just wanted to give him a relaxing thank-you massage while he was fixing her phone, right? "Hm... this is a bit strange...," he mumbled, "I'm really sorry Shirley, but I can't find anything wrong here. Your internet seems to be working just fine." "I know, honey," the woman replied calmly while grasping Mick's belt buckle. "No, I mean I really can't- Hey, what are you doing?" His busty neighbor grasped him by his underpants, pulled him to his feet and shoved the poor man against the book shelf before he even knew what was going on. She pushed her succulent breasts against his chest, her voluptuous lips only inches away from his face. Teasingly she shoved her knee between his thighs. "What the fuck are you doing!?", he hissed utterly perplexed. He tried to shoo her away but Shirley only snickered. "Don't worry, my dear!", she tried to calm him, "I'm not going to do anything drastic. I just want to have a small taste of that lovely cock your sweet wife keeps raving about." She tickled his groin through his underwear. "You know, I'm all on my own in such a big house and sometimes it get's terribly lonely there." A wistful sigh escaped her lips. He tried to shove the busty woman away, but with her right hand on his groin and juicy curves pressed against him she had him firmly fixated against the book shelf. Finally Mick had to grab her wrists to stop her covetous fingers from roaming any further. "No! I am happily married, I love my wife and we have a wonderful sex life. Stop it!" he hissed. Shirley looked down on him as if he was an unruly schoolboy and she the dissapointed teacher. She pouted. Her wet lips seemed even juicier like this. "Aw, now come on. What's the harm? You did say that you're always happy to help." Her mouth formed into a pert, almost sly smirk. "Or are you afraid what Lena might say?" Mick attempted to reply, but Shirley was too fast. Her lips were on his mouth before he could make a sound. He tasted her dancing tongue in the brief but tantalizing kiss. When Shirley pulled back he had forgotten what he wanted to say. Shirley looked at him candidly. "If Lena catches us then I'll take all the blame.I'll be the naughty one who seduced her loving husband. It would even be the truth, right? So stop worrying, honey!" Her eyes sparkled. When she felt Mick's grip on her wrists relax she smiled. "I'll make sure you enjoy this as much as I do." Eagerly she got on her knees and pulled down his pants. She kept her left hand on his abdomen, just to make sure he wouldn't suddenly change his mind and run off. When she pulled down his boxers Mick's already semi-erect penis popped out. "At least some one else is happy about this," she whispered naughtily and bit her lip. She could already feel her clit tingling. The mature woman pulled her dress up to her hips and made herself more comfortable. Her tongue flicked out and licked her deep red lips in eager anticipation. The sight of Mick's large cock made her mouth water. "This is one fine dick if I've ever seen one," she purred, "And believe me, I've seen a few." she winked saucily. She started slowly stroking him, but she couldn't resist the tempting sight for long. She opened her mouth and gave his a long wet lick from balls to tip. "Mmm, nice," she sighed. She savored the musky, manly taste for a moment before giving it another suck as if his dick was a large, throbbing Popsicle. Mick was holding on to the book shelf, still not quite sure what to make of the situation when Shirley's full lips suddenly enveloped the head of his penis. A gasp of bliss rushed through him. His neighbor suckled on his cock like a baby on a nipple, relishing the taste and texture. She tickled his dick hole with her nimble tongue and gently caressed the rim of his glans with her burgundy-red lips. She teased him for a blissful while before releasing his penis with a wet smacking noise. "Oh God Mick, your cock feels amazing!" she moaned while gently stroking the hardening shaft. "Quiet!" Mick hissed. "Or Lena will year you!" Shirley bit her lip and smirked. She clearly was enjoying this risky game. She finally took her left hand of his belly. He wouldn't try to get away now. Not after this taste she'd given him. She ran a hand down between her legs and gave her vulva an exhilarating squeeze. "My panties are already totally soaked through." She winked at him while continuing to caress her labia. "You are making me horny as fuck, honey bear!" she giggled and spread her kneeling legs a little bit further to allow easier access. Shirley pursed her lips and let a large blob drool pour down on the eight-inch meat pole that Mick's cock had grown into. With loving care she massaged the pulsating shaft until it was coated in a thick layer of glistening slime and beads of it were running down over his balls. She blew him a kiss before shoving the massive dick into her mouth once again. Her head bobbed back and forth along the greased shaft, accompanied by muffled moans of pleasure, while her abounding tits bounced in the rhythm. The luscious cougar could feel his hard erection slide over her supple tongue and squeeze deeper past her gums. She relished the manly taste of the hard cock inside her, she could even feel the veins below its skin pulsating. Her pussy was burning with desire. A bead of warm juices trickled down her inner thigh and sent a shiver down her spine. All worked up she dug two fingers down inside her pussy and flicked her flushed clitoris. She fingered the slavering cleft with ardent fervor and made a rapturous groan work its way past the cock in her mouth. The young man started answering her movements and thrust his pelvis towards her, sending a tremble through the book shelf every time. He grunted with every thrust that shoved his penis a little bit further down his neighbor's throat. From time to time, she would let Mick's cock slip out and indulge in a profound lick of his shaft and balls. She nibbled on its head and massaged the crest with swift fingers, only to then shove it back into the hot wetness of her avid mouth. A fiery tingle emanated from Shirley's pussy as she worked it harder. It spread out into her sweating thighs and went to take possession of her entire body. She shoved her fingers deep inside herself and squeezed her love button while Mick kept fucking her face with coveting intent. Finally she felt his cock slip past her uvula and all the way down her throat, the power of the man's thrust shoving it inside until her wet lips kissed his pelvis. A surge of bliss rushed through Shirley and hit her with the force of a freight train as she climaxed. The sudden orgasm made her thighs spasm. Her eyes rolled up under her lids and her fingers clamped around the painfully throbbing clit when a stream of girl cum squirted into her hand. The steaming juices seeped through Shirley's sodden panties and formed a puddle that stained the carpet. Gently she pulled her head back and let the formidable cock slip out of her mouth. Thick strands of drool remained and stretched from the glans to her glistening lips. One of the straps of her dress had slipped down her arm and now most of her succulent udders swayed freely before her. A prurient, satisfied groan rolled from her lips. His wife's fried looked up to him, amazed and panting. "Fuck! I didn't know that you could cum from only sucking cock!" Mick exclaimed as loudly as he dared. Shirley gave him a proud grin. "I might have helped myself a bit." She pulled her drenched hand away from her still dripping pussy. She raised her fingers to her mouth and licked each one of them clean with lewd pleasure. "Mmmm, yummy." She leered at him with a lusty smirk. "Your turn", she whispered and started eagerly lapping at his shaft. She massaged his sack and smeared it with with her girl cum, only to lick it off and tickle him with her velvet tongue before shifting her attention back to his cock and plunging it deep down her throat. Mick bit his lips and hammered his fists against the book shelf while trying not to moan too loudly with pleasure. Suddenly there came a nasty 'Crack!' as he hit one of the shelf boards to hard. The small dowels that held it in place couldn't stand up against the rapturous forces evoked by Shirley's expert tongue and they ultimately cracked. A dozen books tumbled on the floor next to the two, followed by a terracotta vase which shattered into a hundred pieces. Mick and Shirley hardly noticed. They kept galloping on. "Mickey darling? Shirley? Is everything okay down there?" Mick froze, suddenly wide awake again. He grabbed Shirley's hair and brought her to a sudden stop. "No! I mean yes! We're fine!" he shouted back towards Lena's voice. The lecherous brunette at his feet looked up at him and smiled an evil grin. She got hold of Mick's hands and pinned them to his sides. Once again unhindered, she slowly resumed sucking his cock. Mick looked down at her in terror, but Shirley couldn't be swayed that easily. Now it was getting fun. "What happened down there? Did you break something?" "One! One of the shelves!" He shouted between silent gasps of pleasure. At least Shirley's snickering was muffled by his dick. "One of the shelves got loose!" "Oh no!" "Fuck!" "What's wrong, darling? Are you hurt?" Mick glowered down at his neighbor. She sat there at his feet like a wanton whore and with wide grin on her face - as far as that was possible with a hard penis in her mouth. She had released his arms and was giving his balls a hefty and painful squeeze instead. It was already hard enough for Mick to concentrate with his cock halfway down his nympho neighbor's throat. He could do without her making it even more difficult. Enough of the games. Without further ado Mick grabbed her head and shoved his shaft all the way down her throat until he felt his balls smack against her chin and sending her juicy tits jumping. That should give her something to chew on. Shirley's eyes bulged out as she was taken aback by her victim's sudden retaliation, but she stayed quiet. "Mick?" Footsteps were pounding down the stairs. "Yes, everything's fine! That vase Mia gave us is broken, but that's all. You don't have to trouble yourself, it's nothing!" "Are you sure?" Lena didn't sound quite convinced. "Yes, yes! Shirley is already helping me a great deal!" He looked down at his wife's friend. This time it was she who was glowering. "Well all right then. How's the phone coming along?" "I'm almost finished!" "Great, so am I! I'll be down with you in five minutes!" Mick heard a door close and finally let go of Shirley's hair. Her head catapulted backwards and she spat out his slick shaft. Thick globs of drool poured over her lips and dribbled down her chin in long strands. She coughed and gasped for air, but when she was finally able to talk again, she whispered: "Holy Fuck, Mickey! Didn't think you had it in you, but... Wow!" She grinned and licked her lips before continuing: "Did she say five minutes?" "Yup." Shirley frowned. "Well then we'll better make it quick!" She jumped his cock before he had any time to reply. She gave him all she had and sucked his pole with burning passion. Mick had grasped her hair again and fucked her face avidly. Her huge tits had completely freed themselves of their cotton constraints and were jumping up and down with every thrust. "Yes! Yesyes! Almost there!" He moaned through his teeth. Shirley grunted, hungry for his cum. Finally felt the ecstatic waves of his orgasm well through his long shaft and unloading pulse after pulse of thick, hot cum into Shirley's insatiable mouth. She swallowed every drop of it with lustful eagerness. Eventually she let the heaving organ pop out of her mouth and started to lick it clean. A few belated spurts ended up on her face and on her sweaty tits. Shirley kept stroking the relaxing shaft, to make sure she got every last dribble out of it. She breathed a sigh of happiness as she wiped the semen of her soft skin to lick it up. Mick had to hold on to the damaged book shelf to stay on his feet. He was desperately gasping for air and the ground beneath his feet seemed to have turned into the deck of a ship, swaying from side to side. "I think you might actually have sucked my brains out." he whispered with an exhausted grin. His neighbor nodded proudly. "I ain't half bad, right?" When they heard Lena coming down the stairs, they quickly jumped up and straightened their clothes. Mick fastened his belt and ran a hand through his hair. "How do I look?" "Tired as hell, honey," Shirley whistled. "What about me?" He couldn't help but leer and give her a lopsided grin. "You look like a nymphomaniac after an orgy." He wiped a speck of cum from her cheek and let her lick it off. She kept suckling his finger until Lena came around the corner. "Wow, you two look like that broken shelf rattled you quite a bit!", Lena laughed as she saw the two standing there like disheveled rascals. "Well, you don't suspect a bookshelf to suddenly fall apart like that, do you," Shirley asserted and gave her friend a warm smile. "Yea, I guess you're right." "And don't forget your phone!" Mick reminded her. "Oh right! This whole shelf affair really tripped me up" Shirley shook her head, still feeling genuinely from their romp. "Thanks again so much, Mick, for helping me out. I really don't know what I would've done without you." She winked. "My pleasure! And if anything else gives you trouble you can always come over, I'll be happy to take a look," he assured her with a grin. "I definitely will, honey! And Lena, I'll see you Wednesday then?" "Sure, sounds great!" Shirley snatched her purse off the desk and stowed away her phone. Mick and his wife escorted her to the door where the buxom lady said good bye to each of them with an affectionate hug before sashaying back over to her own house. "You two got along quite nicely," Lena ascertained. "Yes, I think you could say that." They stood there for a moment, watching Shirley's behind sway enticingly from side to side, before Mick said: "You spend more time with her than I do, so tell me: is she always like this?" "I'd actually say she was quite chaste today. I half expected her to try to seduce you." "Really?" He tried to look surprised. "Well, I couldn't hold it against her if she did," she giggled and kissed him. "After all, you're a pretty cute guy." Tech Support GENERAL INSTRUCTIONS: Tech Support Tech Support Favors Drunken Passions: Technical Support Favors Being a computer geek is not without its benefits. For example, people who think you are weird and nerdy suddenly become your best friend when they need your help with their computer. Also it helps with the women, in that sometimes, on that very rare occasion, they are willing to pay you in ways other than money. That is what happens in this story: a sexy older woman seeks my help and in return awards me with carnal pleasures beyond my wildest dreams. Jenna was a hot sexy red haired vixen in her early 40's(42 to be exact) who lived in the same trailer court I did down towards the end of the lot. I lived across the way in a single wide trailer I was renting when I had taken a job in a new town a with a local computer consulting corporation. My job was to help businesses with web page designs and data recovery but as a side line I did computer graphics because I loved to draw. After high school, I went into the Air Force and learned computers. My first 18 months I designed systems to track planes and the missiles they fired. I also worked on ground base and plane based tracking systems to track incoming enemy fire They offered to make me a network administrator so they sent me to school for 21 months to become a Cisco Certified Network Administrator and to learn data recovery, plus send me to OCS(officer candidate school) providing I give them six years of service so I took them up on it. In the Air Force I rose to the rank of Captain and when my six years were up I was discharged honorably and decided to pursue further education and training in Computers. I started college at 28 and went for three and one-half years . While I was in college, I double majored in Computer Science and Graphics Design. I loved to draw and loved computes as well so I decided to merge the two in a good marriage that would support me in life and yet let me enjoy my passion which was to draw. Looking at me you wouldn't figure me for the "Computer Geek." Quite the contrary, most people thought I was an art major because I wore my hair in a pony tail and hung out with the "artsy crowd." Standing about 5'9" tall weighing about 165 with an average build, long brownish blonde wavy hair and green eyes, I wasn't what you would call a pretty boy but I wasn't butt ugly either. I would be considered average looking but I wasn't a wall flower. I was quite popular and had no trouble getting a date with the "artsy girls" who were today's version of "free love" hippies and ready to spread their legs for good hot carnal sex and "free love". I had seen Jenna around the trailer court as she would be working on her flowers and every time I would see her she would be dressed fairly provocatively. Dressed in a sexy halter tops with a plunging u-shaped necklines and shorts that were very short and tennis shoes, she would always get noticed and I for one noticed her as well and couldn't help get a hard on every time I saw her. Even though I had normally not gone for older women, I could not help being attracted to Jenna; Hell, what man wouldn't. Standing about 5'7" tall weighing about 135 pounds measuring 36D-27-36 with flaming red hair that came down to her collar and jade emerald green eyes, Jenna was a knock out. Even though she was a little over weight, you couldn't tell it. Her body was well toned and taut, her breasts were firm and supple, her hot little ass was curvaceous and she had long luscious well toned dancer's legs. In short, she looked good for a woman of 42 and had been blessed with the looks and body of a woman almost 10-15 years younger. Jenna however was not the kind of lady a man would want to take home to momma and Sunday dinner with the preacher. In short, Jenna was what most people called redneck trailer trash; However, she didn't let it bother her. She knew it and was damned proud of it, and if people didn't like it, well to hell with them. With our schedules however, I could never find the time to get to talk to her and also there was the fact that she always had some guy around her so if I was going to get to know her especially on an intimate level, I was going to have to stand in line and wait my turn. My patience would pay off earlier than expected because one Saturday morning around in late May it was around 9:00 a.m. and I had gone out to get the morning paper and there was Jenna, out on the stoop, watering her box planters dressed provocatively as ever. It was in the mid 70's and Jenna was in a lime green tank top with a plunging neck line and tight white denim shorts and flip flops. I got a woody just looking at her bending over as she obviously had seen me come out from my trailer and was purposely wiggling her taut little ass at me then looked up and pretended to see me and smile and put down her water pail. She came over to me and we began to talk as she spun her web of desire that I was more than willing to fall into. "Hey handsome," Jenna said as she sauntered over to me with a cigarette in one hand and what looked like a coke in another but as she got closer I could tell that there had been something added to the coke. She flopped herself down on the wooden step of my front porch and leaned over to let me see that she was not wearing a bra and to give me a good glimpse of her healthy cleavage. "What's ya been up to this morning sexy," Jenna said as she took another long drag of her cigarette and then offered me a puff to which I took one and as I gave it back to here she said keep it hun I got plenty more and reached in the front of her pants and pulled out her pack of Newport 100's. We sat and talked for a few minutes then Jenna cut right to the chase when she said "I hear you are one of them computer gurus in that you can do something to make them work when they don't want to." "Yeah I can," I replied. "Well hun I wish you would come take a look at mine," Jenna replied finishing off her glass of liquid. "I don't know what the hell to do with it and am about ready to throw the damned thing out the window." "I think I can come take a look at it," I replied smiling "I sure would be very thankful to the person who fixes it," Jenna said seductively as she came up to me and put her hand on my chest. "I ain't got much money but I could cook you a good home cooked meal and I am sure we could work out some kind of mutual beneficial that would satisfy both of our needs" and she stressed the word "needs" as she pressed her body into mine and slipped her hand between us and slowly and gently rubbed my crotch. There was no doubt left, Jenna was going to trade sex for computer repair but hell that was a deal I could live with. "So when's a good time for you," I asked Any time's a good time for me," Jenna replied and with that she gave a naughty wink. "Oh you're talking about fixing the computer" she said giving a devilish grin "Well hell there's no time like the present hun." " Cool! Let me go get my equipment and put on some more clothes ," I replied, seeing I was only in an T-shirt gym shorts and house shoes. "It looks like you have all the equipment you need hun," Jenna said with a naughty wink as she noticed the obvious hard on I had in my gym shorts, "but if you insist I guess I can wait." "You mind if I come in sweetie," Jenna asked politely standing in the doorway. "If you don't mind a mess," I replied. "I haven't had time to really clean up and well you know how guys are, we not one for cleaning up, I said laughing. Don't worry sweetie, I was raised with 4 brothers so I know what it is to see nasty," Jenna said laughing, "and there ain't nothing I haven't seen." I went towards my room and began to strip and to my surprise as I turned around there was Jenna sitting on the bed "Oh my, you, do have the right equipment for the job," Jenna exclaimed in a lusty voice as she eyed me. "My computer is not the only thing that is going to be purring along." Jenna sensed my anxiety of having her sneak up on me and surprise me and she said apologetically "I hope I haven't offended ya hun." "Nah I replied," shrugging it off. "It's just that you took me by surprise." I said as I pulled up my pants. "Here let me do that for ya," Jenna said as she took my jeans and fastened them. "There's one thing you need to know about me hun," she added while zipping my fly. "I ain't shy, I don't hesitate to speak my mind and when I see something I want, I go for it and right now I see exactly what I want." Jenna had made herself clear, she wanted me and had every intention of fucking me before the day was through, not that I minded. Hell it was a dream cum true. I finished dressing and Jenna helped me gather my stuff and we walked over to her trailer. Her trailer was a nice newer double wide in very good condition. The outside had was made like a log cabin and she had a nice porch with potted plants hanging and flower boxes. Inside the trailer was nice. Jenna kept it very clean, almost immaculate, unlike mine which was a mess. She had a nice kitchen was fairly new appliances nice living room furniture laminate floors throughout(except for the kitchen and bathrooms) with a few area rugs on the floor. The kitchen and bathrooms had nice 1foot square ceramic tiles on the floor. In the living area She had a very nice home entertainment center with surround sound speakers a nice stereo system with a 6 CD changer, AM/FM tuner, and a 54 inch flat screen Television Across the room from the entertainment system, to the right was a nice grey leather sofa, which I will describe in more detail and becomes an integral part of the story shortly. In front of the sofa was a black lacquered coffee table. Directly across from the TV was a tan leather sectional that was oversized. Each section was like a theater seat that reclined back and in between each section was a fold down service tray in which you could put a large glass in each side and an ashtray in the middle plus a place for the remote control. Jenna led me over to where the computer was which was beside the entertainment system and sat down in a chair beside me. I turned on the computer and the only thing I got was an error message saying that a boot up file had been corrupted. I restarted it and slipped a special boot up disk in to the CD/DVD drive to allow me to recover her files. Plugging my back up tape drive into one of her computer ports, I was able to retrieve the data she wanted to save and back it up before I had to redo her drive. When I had retrieved all of her data I asked her if she would like me to update her computer free of charge. When she insisted on paying I replied with a naughty grin "Well hun like you said I think we can work out a mutual beneficial arrangement that will satisfy both our needs." "Oh don't worry babe, I am more than happy to oblige," Jenna said as she ran her hand over my crotch. I updated Jenna's computer by putting in a new hard drive which quadrupled her existing capacity, putting in a new mother board and processor and updating her video and sound card. In addition I upgraded her memory from 1 gig to 8 gigs and put in a second 500 gig hard disk drive so she could have a back up for her data or any other important files Lastly I gave her a external hard drive for a second back up Once that was done I loaded a newer version of her operating system and loaded her other programs to help her out and for entertainment usage, including one that would allow her to read all of the graphic novels I had written . During this time Jenna had consumed another glass of the same thing she had before. Upon closer inspection of the glass and the fact that she was acting tipsy and the smell of liquor on her breath I soon realized it just wasn't soda in that glass but she had been drinking. She poured me a glass of what ever mixture it was and insisted I drink with her so I figured what the hell and downed a couple of shots and soon I was feeling good. Jenna had come around in front of the chair I was sitting in at the computer desk and without warning she sat in my lap facing me and planted a huge wet deep probing French kiss on me as her tongue slinked it's way in and out of my mouth. I didn't try to fight the kiss but instead let my tongue slink its way into her mouth. Jenna pressed her soft warm body against mine and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight to me As we kissed, our bodies rubbed together and our hands began to run over each other's body and soon with, each other's assistance, we had removed the other's shirt and were both topless. Jenna's soft taut perky breasts were so soft and warm against my bare muscular chest and it pleased me to find out that they were all natural and not "falseys." Lastly Jenna began grinding my crotch with hers, simulating fucking me. I would respond my thrusting my crotch upwards and match her fucking motions. She broke the kiss and said "That is just a tiny sample of the way I intend to pay you back for helping me, that is if that is okay with you." "I have no objection," I replied. Hell, my momma didn't raise a fool and anyone would who would turn down a sweet offer like this wouldn't have the good sense God gave a Billy goat. "Mmmmmm I was hoping you would accept my offer," Jenna said with a purr. I have special treat for ya hun, Jenna said with a naughty wink, "but make yourself at home," she added and then slipped me a kiss before she left the room. Jenna was gone for about 20 minutes what she was doing I didn't know but then I heard the water running so I figured she was taking a shower to freshen up. The sofa seemed new and was made of fine leather. It was an "overstuffed" sofa and large enough for almost 2 people to sleep on it. As you sat on it you kinda slouched down in it in that the back was inclined. While I was waiting, I took another cigarette from the pack Jenna had left on the table by the couch and took the bottle of rum and poured it into the glass with some soda and drunk it while I flipped through the channels on the television. Jenna came back into the room and she looked smashing as she leaned up against the door post and said "Hello daddy" in a sweet little girl voice. Jenna was dressed in a school girl outfit but not just any school girl outfit but a "naughty" school girl. She had on a honey gold blonde wig with long braided pig tails on the side that came down past her shoulders. The outfit she had on consisted of a short sleeve white uniform shirt that was tied at the midriff and opened enough to see her firm breasts and her white lace bra. The skirt was green and blue plaid and was so short that it barely covered her firm little ass. To finish off the outfit, she had on white socks that came up over her knees and black flat dress shoes. Jenna was leaning against the door with her head cocked to the side, her index finger placed slightly in her mouth and was gently swaying side to side. She had a "little girl" look on her face and looked like a grown up version of "Cindy Brady" from the old 1970's "The Brady Bunch"© "Daddy like," Jenna said in a little girl voice. Sensing the game she was playing I replied "Oh yes baby girl, daddy very much like." I then added "Come over here baby girl and sit on daddy's lap. Let daddy show you how much he loves you." Jenna rocked side to side like a little girl still with her finger in her mouth playing like she was unsure and wanted me to coax her over so I played along and gently got her to sit in my lap. I put my arms around Jenna as she sat sideways in my lap and held her tight. Jenna cooed and said with a little girl's voice "Mmmmmm daddy's arms are so strong and make baby Jenny feel safe." I held Jenna that way for a good 10 minutes then she kissed me and stood up and said in her regular voice, "I trust you approve of my outfit?" "Oh yes," I replied. "I very much approve." She went on to tell me that as an exotic dancer, that was her favorite costume to wear and the one that got the most thunderous applause from the crowd. The second most popular was the naughty nurse routine she did and Jenna promised me she would do it for me sometime. Jenna got up and turned on the CD player which had six discs in it, each disc containing a slow sensual highly erotic type of music. It was the kind of music that would induce a erotic hypnotic trance like state in the listener and the perfect kind for slow sensual lap dances. I watched as Jenna slowly danced around, swaying to the music as if she was letting the music become part of her and letting it consume and control her, and soon it would. The music would also have a similar strange hypnotic effect on me. At first I thought it might have been the booze I had consumed but this wasn't the same as an alcohol buzz. I then realized I had succumbed to the music's strange hypnotic effect. For the next hour Jenna and I would make love and it would be unlike any other love making I had experienced. While we were both aware of what we were doing, it would be like we were floating outside of our bodies, and outside of normal time and space. We were in our own world, one with each other and the music that controlled us. What follows is an account of our love making in general with certain "intimate" details withheld as to allow us our own pleasure to delight in them. Jenna started dancing around me and she flashed me her breast after allowing me to untie her halter knot. She then leaned over me and softly pressed her sensual boobs in my face and allowed me to suck on her nipples and run my tongue around them. Jenna would press her breasts against the sides of my face and then stand up, resuming her dance. Jenna turned with her back towards me as she stood just a foot away from me, bent over to allow me to see her white cotton panties and then pulled her panties aside, revealing her oh so pink newly shaven pussy. She stuck her index finger into her pussy from behind and thrust it in and out like a little cock for a good 30 seconds She then turned around and placed it in her mouth and slowly licked it with a sensual look on her face. Turning around again, she bent over and backed up pushing her pussy firmly up against my face and allowing me to lick it from behind. I used my tongue like a little cock and at her out as she wriggled her hot little ass against my face until she came, flooding my tongue with her sweet honey nectar. Jenna would then remove her shirt and let it fall to the ground. She would then pull mine off and then sit in my lap facing me as she kissed me and I held her close to me. I sucked on her breasts as we kissed and I would also nibble around her neck and softly bite her flesh enough for pain but in a sensual way. Jenna would then stand up, kneel in front of me, unfasten my pants and remove them so I was sitting there in my briefs. My cock was bulging inside my briefs and Jenna placed her mouth over my crotch and sensually breathed on it. Her hot breath made my cock tingle and spasm and I thought I was going to cum right there but I managed with all my might to hold back. Jenna would then tear a hole in the front of my briefs by poking her fingernail through them then, taking her two index fingers, she would rip my briefs off so that my cock was left hanging She was knelt in front of me and took my cock in her soft hands and gently kissed it and ran her tongue over the head and up and down the shaft as she slowly pumped it with her hand. Jenna would stand up and let her skirt fall to the ground leaving only her white cotton panties and her socks. Jenna turned around so she was facing away from me and sat in my lap and leaned her body into mine. I put my arms around Jenna's waist and held her tight against my body and I softly cupped her breasts. She turned her head and we kissed and then she sat up right and began to grind her ass against my cock trying to make me cum. Tech Support Favors My cock was bulging and throbbing and I wanted to cum right then and there but I managed to summon all my strength to hold off. My hands were running all over Jenna's soft body and they found their way inside her cotton panties where I began to finger her. I would use my finger like a little cock to make her cum in only a minute. I heard her gasp for breath, cry out in a lustful moan "Oh God yes" and then felt the trickle of her juices as they covered my finger. Jenna tore a hole in her panties and allowed me in the same fashion to rip them off her body as she had done to me. Then standing up, she turned around and sat on my lap facing me. Taking my cock she placed it where it would rub up against her sweet pussy walls and she would proceed dry humping me, rubbing her sweet clit against my cock. Oh god, her sweet pussy lips felt so good as they rubbed up against my cock. She rode me slowly and methodically, taking her time to maximize the pleasure. My cock was throbbing and I could feel it fill up with cum. "Oh god I' m gonna cum," I moaned. "Don't fight it baby," Jenna responded. "Give into the feeling"h About thirty seconds later, I couldn't hold back any longer and threw my head back and moaned as I spunked my load all over Jenna's pubic region, her stomach and on my stomach. Jenna smiled and purred as she pulled me close to her and gently ran her fingers through my hair, massaging the base of my head as she lovingly scratched my hair with her fingernails. My head was cradled in her bosom between her sumptuous breasts and my mouth found its way to one of her nipples and I softly began sucking on her like a nursing infant. "Oh yes baby let mommy nurse her little boy," Jenna said with a moan and allowed me to suck on her breasts for a good ten minutes. After I sucked on Jenna's breasts she took my head and raised it back up so we were eye to eye; She then planted a long wet tongue probing kiss on my lips and pulled me close to her and we kissed as our naked bodies rubbed together. As we were kissing her hand slipped it's way between us and found my throbbing rock hard cock. She guided it to her pussy lips and then raising her body up she lowered herself on to it using her hand to guide it in. "Oh god you're so fucking big," Jenna lustfully moaned as she began riding me at a slow even steady rate. "You have no idea how long I have waited to have you inside me." Jenna would plant another deep kiss on my lips and I responded as our tongues probed each other's mouths and our bodies moved in unison as we fucked. I could feel Jenna's sugar walls grip the sides of my cock and milk it for all it was worth and I could feel the mixture of our juices as she squished against my cock and acted as a lubricant. Inside me I knew my cock was swelling and filling up with cum and it would only be a matter of a moments before I would spew my load deep into Jenna. "Oh god Jenna I'm gonna cum," and tried to pull out but before I could she grabbed my hips and pulled me back in making sure my cock was still buried inside her. When I tried to protest she whispered in my ear, "Don't fight it baby" "What about birth control protection," I said in a concerned voice" Jenna just smiled and replied "Don't worry baby, I can't have kids. I had my tubes tied when I was younger" That put me to ease and I gave into the feeling and moments later I spunked my load deep into Jenna's eagerly waiting pussy, filling her with my hot manhood. Jenna smiled at me and I could tell by the look in her eyes that . it was time to take this party to a bigger "playground"; So without saying a word, I stood up, Jenna wrapped her legs around me, and I walked down the hall to her bedroom with Jenna clinging on to me as tight as she could and laid her out on her king sized water bed, where we would finish our love making session. For the next hour and a half we would make love in every position imaginable. We laid side by side my hard cock still buried inside her and slowly fucked as we kissed and caressed, our hot naked bodies rubbing against each other. Jenna's blonde wig would come off during this time and I just took it and toss it to the end of the bed. I would break the kiss and begin nibbling on Jenna's flesh on the sides of her neck and underneath her chin. This made her even hotter and she moaned lustfully "Oh baby take me. Have your way with me." I laid Jenna on her back, with drew my cock from within her and began to kiss and caress my way down her body. I would nibble on her flesh and softly bite her and then kiss my way down until I reached her breasts, where I would spend 10-15 minutes sucking on and running my tongue around her nipples and exploring every inch of her supple breasts. I would then move my way down her torso kissing my way down her stomach until I reached her pubic region. Jenna's legs instinctively parted and I inhaled the musky scent of her womanhood. It was intoxicating and I buried my nose in her snatch and inhaled until I was "high" on her scent. I began kissing her soft cunt and ran my tongue up and down her pink slit. I would use my tongue like a little cock and after gently caressing it with my tongue, I buried my head in her snatch and ate her out like a starving mad man. "Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s," Jenna whimpered as she gasped for breath. Jenna would bend her knees spread her legs as wide as she could so that her knees were touching the mattress. She would then grab my head by the hair and hold it there while I ate her out. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed through Jenna's body as she wriggled and lifted her head then laid it back down. I could feel her sweet honey dew nectar trickle its way from her pussy and I knew It wouldn't be long until she would cream all over my face. As Jenna's pleasure rose and maxed out she would buck her hips up and fuck my face. She gasped for breath as her orgasms peaked and then she screamed "oh God yes-s-s-s-s-s-s" and flooded my face with her sweet cream. I drunk in all her honey nectar and then made my way up and kissed her so she could savor it as well. We kissed for a minute or so and then Jenna would return the favor, giving me a blow job that would curl my toes. Jenna took my cock in her hands and went all the way down on it and ran her hot tongue around the head of my cock and up and down the shaft. She would also suck on my balls and pump my cock with her hand. Jenna would spend a good 15 minutes giving me a blow job that I would never forget. The young girls I had made it with were good but not as half as good as Jenna. Jenna was a true wonton slut, unafraid and unabashed. I could again feel my cock swell with cum and I let Jenna know I was about to spunk my load. She would then go all the way down on my cock and drink in every bit of my hot manhood, not missing a drop. Jenna would continue to suck on my cock once I had spent my load; She was sucking me until was hard again and once I was she would mount my cock and ride me. Jenna rode me slowly at first, gradually building up speed. I held my hands on her hips and guided her motions. Jenna was fucking me like a wild woman and she would pretend she was riding a wild bronco as she rooted around and hollered "Yee-hah ." Jenna would pull me up so that I was sitting upright and embracing her. We kissed and caressed as we fucked rocking back and forth. She would then release me and lay me back down. Jenna's cunt felt like 1000's of little velvety fingers as her sugar wall caressed the sides of my cock. I could feel my cock swell with cum and I soon spunked my load deep inside of Jenna's pussy Jenna dismounted me and I would do her doggie style and then lay her down and do her missionary style. It was during this time that the world would fade away and we would be in our own universe. After fucking missionary style, we would collapse together in each other's arms as we came down from our orgasmic high By now it was after 1:00 o'clock and we were both famished. We got showered and dressed and went out for pizza and beer. After lunch we went back to her place and for the rest of the weekend we would make hot monkey love, stopping long enough for food, sleep and bathroom breaks. Jenna and I became soulmates that day Our souls, spirits and bodies were united as one, never to be separated. We moved in together into her double wide and in two weeks we had both trailers moved out to an acre and a half of land in the county just outside the city on the side of a hill where they sat side by side, the front of my trailer facing the road. Both trailers were joined together by a breezeway so we did not have to go outside to get from one trailer to the other. We also built a large 2 car garage complete with an upstairs bonus room for storage behind Jenna's trailer and a storage shed. We were far enough from the city to be away from the noise but still close enough to have city services. I would eventually start my own business called Jupiter Data Services(JDS) as a subcontractor for the company I worked for. I still had my old clients but managed to gain new ones, including sever municipal contracts as well as large corporations. My trailer became the office of JDS and I would not have to go into the office except for once a month for regular staff meetings. I could do my work at home and clients would come to the trailer sometimes to meet me or I would call on them Jenna would become my secretary/office manager. She would schedule all my appointments and would be the first ones new clients saw. She would wear a polo shirt with the JDS logo on the front which looked like a small solar system model with the letters JDS on the inside. The shirts were red, hunter green and navy blue and she wore a tan khaki jeans with them. As for me, my outfits were similar. I had the same kinds of knit polo shirts plus some identical colored long sleeve casual dress shirts with logo on them for cooler weather We also had matching black jackets with the logos on the front Our business would take off and when I wasn't working there I would work nights as DJ for the strip club she managed and soon would own . Jenna and I would fall deeper and deeper in love and both our businesses would prosper and soon we were living very comfortably Who would have imagined that fixing a computer would have led to so much pleasure and success. You never know :)