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Tom

By: slisse



Dit verhaal kan apart gelezen worden, of als een vervolg op 'Gerda'

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Nadat oma zich opnieuw aangedaan had besloten ze te eten, dit nadat zij zich beiden gewassen hadden. Om beurt gingen zij onder de douche. Toen Tom als laatste beneden kwam was het eten bijna klaar. Hij hielp bij het klaarzetten van de tafel. Eens alles op tafel stond was oma al daar met haar potten en pannen. Beiden deden zich tegoed van het eten, niettegenstaande het niets bijzonders was. Tom vroeg haar ondertussen om hem te verontschuldigen voor zijn gedrag, maar hij had deze manier de enigste juiste gevonden om haar uiteindelijk zo ver te krijgen waarop oma hem lachend aankeek en zei dat ze het hem al lang vergeven had. Toen alles op was vroeg oma hem of hij nog een dessert wou, maar dit moest hij afslaan. Alles werd daarna op het aanrecht gezet en zij begonnen met de afwas. Toen deze gedaan was zei oma dat ze nog even wou winkelen en beiden gingen toen weg met de wagen van Tom.

Tom bemerkte wel dat er een verandering plaatsgevonden had bij zijn oma, zij kwam hem opeens vrouwelijker voor, zowel door haar manier van lopen als haar houding in het algemeen. Hij vond het dan ook vreemd, maar had er uiteraard niets op tegen, toen oma in de wagen haar kleed naar omhoog trok zodat hij zo haar benen, nog steeds in de netkousen gestoken, kon bekijken. Hij had wel een grote wil nodig om ook de weg in het oog te houden, anders waren er zeker ongelukken gebeurd. Hij kon het evenwel niet achterwege laten om, eens het mogelijk was, zijn hand op haar linkerbeen te leggen en dit te strelen. Dit alles zorgde er voor dat oma hem nu met een glimlach bekeek.

Aan het winkelcentrum gekomen parkeerde Tom de wagen en beiden stapten uit waarna de wagen afgesloten werd. Oma hing nu haar arm in de zijne en zo gingen zij het centrum binnen. Niet tot zijn verwondering merkte Tom dat hij het goed ingeschat had hoe zijn oma er nu uitzag vermits heel wat mannen haar bewonderend opnamen. Ook waren er sommige vrouwen die haar bekeken, maar bij de meeste hiervan kon hij zien dat dit met afgunst was. Oma had haar ogen uiteraard ook niet in haar zakken vermits ze hem toefluisterde dat hij inderdaad gelijk had met hetgeen hij haar in de voormiddag had willen duidelijk maken en dat waar er bij haar toch nog enige twijfel geweest was, dit door de hier aanwezige blikken verdwenen was.

Zij gingen enige winkels binnen waar oma zich nu liet gaan en heel wat sexy kledij, lingerie en schoenen kocht. Het kwam Tom voor of hij op dit ogenblik met een uitgelaten meisje aan het winkelen was. Uiteindelijk was alles gekocht en ze besloten om terug naar huis te gaan en daar dan maar een kop koffie te drinken. Eens terug thuis gingen ze binnen waarbij oma de pakjes uit de handen van Tom nam en deze in de gang liet staan, waarna zij Tom met de hand nam en hem naar de living trok.

"En nu heb ik wel zin in een dessert," zei oma. Tom keek haar verbaasd aan, en was nog verbaasder toen ze opeens zijn rits opende, de knop van zijn broek los deed en zowel zijn boven- als onderbroek naar beneden schoof, waarna zij hem een duwtje gaf zodat hij in de zetel viel. Zelf ging zij tussen zijn benen op haar knieën zitten en nam zijn leuter in haar handen, waarbij zij haar tong over haar lippen liet glijden. Toen zij met haar hand zijn vel op en neer bewoog duurde het niet lang bij Tom voor hij een stijve had. 

Nu boog oma zich voorover en likte aan zijn eikel. Zij nam het voorvocht dat zich al gevormd had op met haar tong en bracht dit in haar mond. Nu speelde zij met haar tong rond zijn eikel en schacht, wat aan Tom een hemels gevoel bezorgde. Oma nam nu de eikel in haar mond en begon hierop te zuigen, terwijl ondertussen haar tong van links naar rechts vloog. Uiteindelijk bewoog zij licht voor- en achteruit, er zorg voor dragend dat de lul steeds verder in haar mond verdween. Tom begon nu zachtjes te zuchten door deze behandeling. Tot nu toe was dit de beste beurt die hij al gekregen had.

Tom had het niet meer toen zijn oma zijn scrotum in haar handen nam en dit teder masseerde. De combinatie van het gezuig en de massage zorgde er voor dat Tom nu luider begon te zuchten. Rillingen van genot liepen door zijn lichaam. Oma begon evenwel steeds harder en harder te zuigen op zijn piemel, terwijl zij het scrotum met dezelfde tederheid bleef masseren. Tom had het nu werkelijk niet meer door deze behandeling en met spijt in het hart was hij nu verplicht om zijn ogen te sluiten, waardoor hij oma niet meer kon bekijken, en zich tegen te rugsteun te installeren. 

"Ja, oma, doe zo verder alsjeblieft, nog even en ik ga klaarkomen, oh, jij bezorgt mij kippenvel, oh, dat is het, ja, oh." Toen Gerda dit hoorde begon zij nog heviger aan zijn leuter te zuigen terwijl zij haar lippen nog steviger sloot bij het heen en weer gaan. "Oma, ja, opgepast ik ga komen, ik voel mijn zaad al borrelen, pas op, oooooooh." Maar oma bleef gewoon verder doen met hetgeen zij bezig was en voelde toen aan zijn lichaam dat het zaad niet lang meer op zich zou laten wachten.

Met een kreet kwam Tom klaar en spoot zijn zaad met hevige stralen in de mond van Gerda. Straal na straal kwam in haar mond en Gerda had alle moeite van de wereld om alles door te slikken. Het was voor haar wel een geluk dat Tom stilaan het laatste zaad verschoot, anders had ze niet anders gekund dan dit uit haar mond te laten lopen. Toen alle zaad doorgeslikt was, ging ze nog even met haar mond over zijn tamp. Uiteindelijk liet ze deze uit haar mond glijden en maakte smekkende geluidjes om tenslotte met haar tong over haar lippen te gaan.

Tom was vlug terug van deze wereld en opende zijn ogen. Hij keek nu recht in oma's gezicht en ogen en zag daar een verleidelijke vamp zitten die, zoals een kat dit doet, nagenoot van het gebeurde. Tom boog zich voorover en beiden overlaadden elkaar met kusjes. Zij beroerden ook elkanders mond, maar tot een tongzoen kwam het niet, hier was het net of deze daad de grens was die oma getrokken had. Tom stond uiteindelijk recht en trok zijn oma naar omhoog. "Nu wil ik ook wel een dessert," zei hij. Hij bleef haar kusjes geven terwijl hij achter haar rug haar rits los maakte en haar kleed naar de vloer liet zakken. 

Hij nam Gerda vast en draaide haar zo dat zij tegen de zetel aanleunde waarna hij haar met een lichte druk deed neerzijgen op de zetel terwijl hij nu, op zijn beurt, op zijn knieën zonk tussen haar benen. Hij nam van de gelegenheid gebruik om haar benen en onderlichaam aandachtig te bestuderen en hetgeen hij zag was de moeite van het aankijken waard. Eerst en vooral waren er de benen, noch lucifers, noch olifantenpoten, die de juiste vorm hadden en extra tot hun recht kwamen in de netkousen. Dan was er ook haar kutje, met lieve, kleine lipjes, die momenteel wijd open stonden en er enigszins dikker uitzagen, dit onder invloed van het bloed dat er zich in bevond. Er rond, en ook op het schaamheuveltje, bevonden zich stugge zwarte haartjes, maar het geheel was goed onderhouden en zag er zeer keurig uit.

Opnieuw ging zijn aandacht naar haar in kousen gestoken benen. Hij legde een hand rond ieder been en zachtjes streek hij met zijn handen heen en weer. Ook vergat hij de achterkant niet, waar hij de kuiten masseerde. Uit oma's mond ontsnapte een zucht toen zij haar kleinzoon haar voelde betasten, er liep zelfs een rilling door haar heen welke haar kippenvlees bezorgde en die er ook voor zorgde dat haar tepels samentrokken en stijf vooruit begonnen te staan. Juist zoals Tom bij haar gedaan had, besloot zij zich nu te laten verrassen met wat haar kleinzoon voor haar in petto had. Tom was ondertussen blijven doorwrijven en plaatste nu zelfs kleine kusjes op haar benen, waarbij hij een aangenaam gevoel kreeg toen hij in contact kwam met het nylon.

Steeds hoger gingen zijn handen en mond, hij liet geen plekje van haar kousen onberoerd. Steeds opnieuw begon hij terug van beneden vermits dit iets was dat hij dagen aan elkaar zou kunnen blijven doen. Uiteindelijk kwam hij bij het einde van haar kousen en nu kwam hij zelfs in contact met het vlees dat er net bovenuit stak. Ook hier masseerde hij het vlees, ondertussen met zijn tong cirkels makend. Hij vond dat zijn oma nog heel stevige benen had. Steeds korter en korter kwam hij bij haar liefdesgrotje en hij begon zijn oma meer en meer te rieken door het vocht dat nu stilaan uit haar grotje begon te lopen. Oma begon hoe langer hoe meer te zuchten door zijn gemasseer en gekus.

Tom wou nu aan zijn oma bewijzen dat hetgeen hij deze voormiddag met haar gedaan had niet iets was dat hij steeds deed, maar wel dat hij voornamelijk probeerde zo teder mogelijk te zijn. Traag streek hij met zijn tong over haar lipjes, eerst de buitenkant beroerend om nadien via de lipjes zelf naar het centrum te gaan. Daar ontmoette zijn tong al heel wat kutvocht, maar hij vond het heel plezierig om dit vocht weg te schrapen en het in zijn mond op te nemen om er daar eerst van te proeven vooraleer dit liefdesvocht door te slikken. Gerda was nu helemaal op temperatuur gekomen vermits zij kleine schokjes door haar lichaam voelde gaan en zij niet kon verhinderen dat er kreetjes uit haar mond ontsnapten.

 Tom bleef haar verder teder bewerken, nam nu zelfs de lipjes beurtelings in zijn mond om er zacht aan te zuigen. Regelmatig keerde hij met zijn tong tussen haar lipjes om hier het vocht op te likken. Het gezuig aan haar lipjes zorgde er voor dat oma nog opgewondener raakte en dit via zuchten en kreetjes liet merken. Neen, dacht ze, zo heerlijk was ze nog niet behandeld geweest en zeker niet met deze tederheid. Uiteindelijk prijsde zij zich gelukkig dat ze niet opgewassen geweest was tegen haar kleinzoon die er voor gezorgd had dat ze zich deze morgen al heel goed gevoeld had, maar die er nu zelfs in slaagde om haar een hemels gevoel te geven. Zij sloot haar ogen en liet zich volledig wegzakken, zich aan zijn goede zorgen toevertrouwend.

Steeds verder dreef zij weg op een wolk van zaligheid, zeker toen Tom tenslotte haar klitje 'onder handen' nam, hoewel 'in zijn mond' een betere verwoording is. Zachtjes omcirkelde hij haar staandertje, proberend om haar zo weinig mogelijk te beroeren. Opnieuw liep er elektriciteit door Gerda en ze voelde zich steeds zaliger worden. Haar vocht stroomde nu bijna grotje. Dit werd evenwel nog erger toen Tom tenslotte zijn mond om haar klitje plaatste en er op begon te zuigen. Wat Tom nu bij haar deed was werkelijk hemels. Deze voormiddag was het ook wel leuk geweest, zeker na zulk een tijd droog gestaan te hebben. Hetgeen hij nu met haar deed was werkelijk heel teder en liefdevol en zij genoot van elke seconde.

Zij begon meer en meer te zuchten. Dit werd nog verergerd door het feit dat Tom stilaan heviger begon te zuigen. Zij voelde de genotscheuten door haar lichaam gaan. Zij voelde dat haar tepels tot het uiterste gespannen stonden. Zij nam nu har tepels met haar vingers vast en speelde er mee. Nog meer scheuten gingen door haar lichaam en ze werd steeds luidruchtiger, Tom hierdoor aansporend. Tom had ondertussen haar benen vast genomen en boog deze naar haar lichaam, ze ondertussen feller spreidend. Hierdoor openden haar lipjes tot het maximum terwijl haar klitje tot het uiterste gespannen omhoog stond. Tom zette zijn ultieme aanval in. Uit alle kracht zoog hij aan haar klitje en de gilletjes kwamen steeds luider uit haar mond. 

Opeens schreeuwde Gerda het uit, haar lichaam begon ongecontroleerd te schokken en haar liefdesvocht spoot bijna uit haar grotje. Nu ontsnapte uit haar mond klagende geluidjes vermits zij maar bleef klaarkomen en het haar bijna te veel werd, zeker daar Tom, zij het nu zacht, aan haar bleef zuigen. Uiteindelijk raakte zij uitgeput en haar lichaam verslapte. Tom zorgde er nu voor dat haar voeten terug steun kregen op de grond, waarna hij haar lichaam met kusjes bedekte. Af en toe schokte haar lichaam na, zeker toen hij een erogene zone beroerde. Dit bleef geruime tijd duren, de tijd die Gerda nodig had om er terug bovenop te komen. Eens zo ver deed ze haar ogen open en bekeek haar kleinzoon met dankbaarheid. 

Hoewel ze zeker nog niet voor 100% terug de oude was, besloten ze toch dat een douche aan hen beiden deugd zou doen. Tom stond op, boog zich over zijn oma en nam haar in zijn armen. Hij hief haar van de zetel op en droeg haar naar boven, de badkamer in. Daar zette hij haar op haar voeten neer terwijl hij haar ondersteunde, zeker nu ze nog teken gaf van nog niet zonder hulp op haar benen te kunnen staan. Ze bleven zo een tijdje staan, waarbij Tom zijn lichaam tegen het hare drukte. Uiteindelijk was Gerda terug sterk genoeg zodat beiden zich van de nog aanwezige kledij ontdeden, waarbij Tom er wel voor zorgde om toch nog een beetje steun aan haar te geven. Toen ze tenslotte naakt waren, opende Tom de kranen en regelde deze tot het water een aangename temperatuur had.

Eens zo ver, gingen beiden onder de waterstraal staan, terwijl ze ondertussen hun lichaam tegen elkaar drukten. Uiteindelijk lieten ze elkaar los en elk zeepte om beurt de andere in. Er werd uiteraard veel aandacht besteed aan de meest leukste deel van het lichaam van de andere. Eens dit gebeurd gingen beiden toen onder de straal staan zodat het water de zeep kon verwijderen. Toen ze zich terug fris en monter voelden werden de kranen toegedraaid, stapten zij uit de cel en begonnen elkaar af te drogen. Eens dit gebeurd keken ze elkaar aan en beiden zagen hoe ze elkander met aandacht bekeken en bewonderden. Gerda merkte opeens dat Tom terug opgewonden geraakte vermits zijn lul zich terug begon te verheffen. Tot haar verbazing merkte zij dat zij hierop reageerde vermits haar liefdesgrotje stilaan terug vochtig werd.

Zij nam Tom bij de hand en trok hem naar haar kamer. Daar gekomen duwde zij hem in de richting van haar bed. Eens daar gaf ze hem een duwtje waardoor hij op zijn rug op het bed viel. Meteen sprong zij ook op het bed en zette zich schrijlings over haar kleinzoon. Zij nam nu zijn tamp in haar hand en met de eikel wreef zij over haar lekkende lipjes. Tenslotte zette zij de eikel voor haar opening en wou zich op hem drukken. "Wacht oma, ik moet eerst nog naar beneden voor een condoom." "Ben jij al zonder bescherming bij een andere vrouw geweest," vroeg zij waarop hij neen" zei. "Nu, jongen, voor mij maakt het dan niets uit om het zonder condoom te doen, zwanger zal je mij niet meer kunnen maken en vermits jij voorzichtig geweest bent en ik zeker, zie ik geen enkele reden waarom er wel een te dragen. Maar nu genoeg gepraat, ik merk dat wij er klaar voor zijn en nu wil ik je alleen maar naaien tot de stukken er af vliegen." De daad bij het woord voegend spiesde zij zich op hem vast waarbij zijn piemel volledig in haar verdween.

Uit beider mond ontsnapte gezucht. Gerda bleef even stil op hem zitten en keek hem aan. Nu ze er over dacht, had ze spijt dat dit nog niet veel eerder voorgevallen was, maar zij wou nu zeker haar schade inhalen, zeker nu ze tot het besef gekomen was dat ze zeker nog niet afgeschreven was. Het feit dat haar kleinzoon zo op haar reageerde en de manier waarop hij haar behandeld had gaf haar een warm gevoel. Zij richtte zich nu op en vermoed begon zij hem te bewerken, zijn lul steeds vlugger in en uit haar stotend. Zij voelde haar lichaam terug op volle sterkte reageren op hetgeen plaats vond en het feit dat Tom aan het zuchten was vertelde haar dat ook hij genoot. Steeds vlugger en vlugger bewoog zij zich. Zij wou nu nog maar één ding, namelijk dat zijn zaad tegen haar baarmoederhals uiteen spoot. Hoe langer hoe meer raakten beiden opgewonden en voelden dat hun orgasme opgebouwd werd.

"Ja, lieve jongen, geef het mij, ik wil je zaad in mij voelen, voel je niet hoe vochtig mijn poesje al is? Ik voel je heerlijke tamp in mij, oh, wat verlang ik naar je zaad." Nog vlugger ging zij op en neer en merkte dat zij weldra zou klaarkomen. Bij Tom zou het ook niet meer lang duren, zag zij aan zijn verkrampt gezicht en tevens te horen aan zijn luid zuchten. "Nog even jongen, ik ben er bijna, oh, h helemaal leeg. Hij sloeg zijn armen rond zijn oma en beiden bleven zo geruime tijd onbeweeglijk liggen. 

Uiteindelijk kwam er de reactie bij Tom dat zijn lul ap werd en zich stilaan een weg naar buiten zocht. Toen zijn piemel uit haar lichaam floepte hief Gerda zich op, draaide zich rond, zette zich in standje 69 en ze drukte zich terug tegen Tom aan. Tom begon toen haar kutje schoon te maken terwijl zij zich over zijn leuter ontfermde en deze helemaal proper likte. Eens dit gedaan draaide zij zich terug om en legde zich naast Tom neer. Zij namen elkander in de armen en bleven zo liggen. Zonder het te beseffen daalden beiden af in de armen van Morpheus. 

Toen Tom wakker werd merkte hij dat hij het warm had omdat zijn oma nog steeds naast hem lag, haar lichaam tegen het zijne gedrukt. Hij voelde zich heel blij met alles wat gebeurd was. Opeens deed Gerda haar ogen open en keek hem lachend aan. Zij gaven elkander nu kusjes. Tenslotte stonden ze op, zeker toen ze merkten dat ze honger hadden. Beiden deden zich aan met de kledingsstukken die ze vonden, waarna ze naar beneden gingen waar oma het door Tom gehaalde kleedje aandeed. Gezamenlijk gingen ze naar de keuken waar alles klaar gezet werd voor het avondeten. Eens dit op en alles aan kant gezet gingen ze naar de living. Daar aangekomen keken ze even naar TV, maar Gerda zette tamelijk vlug de kast uit, nam Tom bij de hand en trok hem mee naar boven naar haar slaapkamer. Beiden ontkleedden zich, alhoewel Gerda haar gordeltje en kousen aanhield, waarna beiden op bed gingen liggen. Het werd nog een hete stoeiavond, waarna beiden uitgeput in slaap vielen.

Tom werd wakker en merkte dat oma al op was. Hij spoedde zich naar de badkamer en nam er een douche. Na zich afgedroogd te hebben ging hij naar zijn kamer waar hij iets gemakkelijk nam en aandeed. Daarna ging hij naar de keuken waar hij tot zijn verbazing zag dat oma hetzelfde aanhad als gisten, waarop hij glimlachend naar haar ging en haar tegen zich aan drukte. Ze gaven elkander kleine kusjes maar lieten zich toen los om te eten. Eens het ontbijt op was werd alles opzij gezet waarbij Tom zijn oma met de afwas hielp. Eens de afwas gedaan trok Gerda hem naar de living, ontdeed hem van beven- en onderbroek en duwde hem op de zetel. Zij boog zich voorover en zoog aan zijn piemel tot deze fier omhoog stond. Zij liet hem nu los, trok haar kleed naar omhoog en zette zich schrijlings over haar kleinzoon. Zij nam voor de zoveelste keer zijn tamp in haar hand en drukte de kop weer tussen haar pretlipjes en haalde hem heen en weer tot er voldoende smeer op was. Zij zette de kop voor haar opening en met een diepe zucht verdween zijn lul in haar hunkerend grotje.




Tom



This one is pure fiction for those who enjoy the pleasure of seeing their wife turned into a woman who once again enjoys sex as she had before becoming married. It’s based on the experiences of many of the men and women my wife and I came to know during our swinging days. It’s not uncommon, in fact if most husbands and wives weren’t afraid to communicate openly with each other, there would be many more tales like this – but they would be true stories just as ours were. - Earl, the oldfogey. 

Seduction was Carlos Rivera’s game. He had been doing it ever since he had been old enough to realize the difference between girls and boys and enjoy the feeling of his sister’s mouth on his cock in the cramped bed they shared. She had been his first, but far from his last sexual partner. His education in the fine art of seduction hadn’t been harmed by his passage through high school when he succeeded not only in charming his female classmates with his good looks, but also some of the teachers who had then realized the hold he had on them and begged him not to tell anyone of their activities in empty classrooms.

Now, well into his twenties, and even more handsome than ever, he was certain that any female would fall victim to his charms as soon as he turned them on her. He was so sure of himself that he was beginning to be thought of as someone who was all talk by the men who surrounded him in his favorite watering hole at night. This was especially true of Tom, who had been regaled endlessly about Carlos’ conquests.

“Bullshit,” Tom exclaimed as he listened to Carlos story of his last seduction. “No one is that damn good, I don’t care how much of a cocksman he is.”

“Truth, my friend,” Carlos exclaimed, raising his right hand and looking skyward. He looked at Tom and flashed that smile that he said was his entrée into any woman’s heart –or at least her pussy, he claimed. “There isn’t any woman that can’t be had if you take your time and do it right.”

“And again I say ‘bullshit’, Carlos. I don’t think anyone is as good as you claim to be and I’m willing to put my money on it.” Reaching into his wallet, Tom pulled a twenty and slammed it down on the bar. “Put up or shut up,” he said, certain he had called Carlos’ bluff.

“And called,” Carlos laughed, matching his friend’s money. “Hey, Digger,” he called the barkeep over the din of the bar, “hold this for us, just a friendly little bet. One or the other of us will tell you to pay off in a….. month?” He looked questioningly at Tom, who smiled agreement. “Now, who’s it going to be?” he asked his buddy. “Obviously it has to be someone we both know and can get close enough to know it’s happening. How are we going to get around that?”

“I’ll make it easy for you,” Tom laughed. “Make it Sharon. She already knows you, and I don’t think any guy could fuck her in a thousand years unless she wanted them too. I doubt you’ll get to second base with her.”

Carlos gave his friend a worried look. “Fine by me, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship over a piece of ass. Are you sure you can handle me screwing her?”

“I don’t think I have a worry in the world,” Tom laughed again, then, lowering his voice so only Carlos could hear him, he continued, “but I hope you do, I’d love to know someone is fucking her on the side or that she cheats on me.”

Carlos, Tom and Sharon were a frequent threesome in the party crowd, but Carlos, respecting Tom, had never pushed Sharon. His mouth watered as he though of taking that luscious hunk of female to bed. It would be a challenge, but he knew he was up to it. He just hoped that Tom really meant what he said about wanting other men to fuck her. He knew several guys who would love to do just that. First though, he realized, he had to get her used to him as something other than a friend and he began laying his plans carefully.

Tom had agreed to give him a free hand as long as Carlos reported back to him, and to make it as easy as possible for Carlos to get next to her without raising suspicion about his intentions. So, the following Friday night when a threesome at the movies had already been planned, Carlos wasn’t surprised that Tom “didn’t feel well,” but insisted that Carlos and Sharon go ahead on their own.

Sharon agreed although a little reluctantly, just as Tom had expected. It was just the start Carlos had hoped for. The darkness of the movie theater couldn’t prevent Carlos from almost drooling as he studied Sharon from the corner of his eye. “What a set of knockers!” he though to himself. “I’ll bet she would love to have those lovelies sucked and squeezed.” Without even another thought he put his arm over Sharon’s seat back, but carefully avoiding touching her.

Sharon looked at her escort, a little surprised at the move. She was reassured by the fact Carlos wasn’t even looking at her, seemingly engrossed in the movie. She shut it out of her mind. Carlos had never made any advances on her and she always felt safe around him, despite his reputation as a ladies man other women giggled over at the club. Even a few moments later, when she felt the touch of his fingers on her shoulder, she didn’t fear anything. Looking over to him she saw he was no longer watching the movie. In fact, it looked like he was ASLEEP. She nudged him slightly with her elbow, but to no avail except that his head fell on her other shoulder. Sharon wasn’t surprised, both Tom and Carlos had told her that it had been a rough week and all the early mornings were catching up with them, but they had insisted that the movie Sharon wanted to see was still in their plans.

Nothing untoward happened during the rest of the movie, which Sharon really enjoyed. She made no move to wake Carlos although his hand kept sliding off the seat back and now rested on the swell of her breast. He woke as soon as the theme music reached a crescendo and came fully awake as the credits began rolling. He straightened up but didn’t move his hand. Sharon didn’t mind, she found it almost comforting.

“Sorry about that,” Carlos said ruefully as he stood up. “Guess I didn’t know how tired I was. I hope you enjoyed the movie, I’m sorry I was such a party pooper.” 

Sharon laughed. “I really did, and you looked like you were enjoying yourself, so I thought I’d just let you sleep.”

“Thanks,” Carlos replied, giving her his 24 carat smile. “I was having some wonderful dreams.”

“Apparently,” Sharon smiled, remembering how at the very last she felt Carlos’ fingers pressing provocatively into the flesh of her breast, a feeling she enjoyed, although from an unusual source. Until now, and since the brief fling with the mailman before moving to this base, Tom had been the only one touching her breasts since her college days. She shuddered slightly as she thought of how that week of intense sex, while Tom was gone, had been with Leif. The memory of it caused that tingling in her pussy that told her she needed her man – now!

Little was said between them as Carlos drove Sharon home, but there was an unusual energy, almost a sexual heat in the car and Sharon found herself staring at Carlos profile as he drove the few miles back to the base. “No,” she kept saying to herself, realizing that she was beginning to think erotically again, the same thing that had gotten her bedded by Leif the first time and which she had sworn to herself she would never do again. But the fire was still there, banked but still capable of instant combustion. Carlos’ good looks didn’t help a bit, and it was almost a relief when they reached the doorway of Tom and Sharon’s home.

“Thanks for an enjoyable evening,” Sharon started, just before Carlos’ lips touched her cheek.

“No, thank you!” Carlos said. “Tom is really one lucky guy and it certainly was my pleasure to have you with me.” The 24 karat smile was working overtime as he backed away, took her hand, kissed it and started the short walk to his car.

Sharon was dumbfounded. With the touch of his lips and the pleasure of his company Carlos had wormed his way into her life as effectively as if he had intended it. She couldn’t believe how easily he had caused her to think of him as a sexual being. It wasn’t hard to understand why other women were giggling like school girls over him. She felt the warmth of the blush on her face as she considered what little had happened tonight, and the effect it had on her. She stood outside the door of their home longer than necessary, trying to rationalize her thoughts.

Carlos, on the other hand, knew exactly what he had done and the effect it had had on Sharon. “Um-m-m,” he thought to himself, “That’s going to be a great fuck!” Unlocking the door to his bachelor pad, he thought about calling Tom and telling him that the seduction of his wife was underway, but then halted his thoughts in that direction. “He’ll know soon enough,” he said aloud as he began taking off his clothes and preparing for his shower. He smiled as he caught a glimpse of his slightly swollen cock in the bathroom mirror. “Soon enough,” he laughed.

“Did you have fun?” Tom asked his wife as she prepared for bed. He was already tucked in, waiting for her to join him.

“Un hunh,” Sharon nodded, finishing the final strokes of the hair brush through her long brown locks. “Are you feeling better?”

“Much,” Tom smiled, sliding over closer to his side of the bed as his wife lowered herself to a reclining position next to him. His cock formed a tent beneath the covers. He suspected that his wife had more to tell him about tonight, but he didn’t intend to question her. Instead he pulled her next to him and began kissing her, letting his hands trail over her soft belly, caressing her gently, working his way to those lovely full breasts.

Sharon knew what to expect. It had been that way ever since her encounter with Leif, although she didn’t know Tom was aware of those incidents. He had become more interested in sex, wanting her often and sometimes taking her when she hadn’t even expected it. Tonight was going to be the same she realized as she kissed her husband and let her own hand drift down to his rampant hard-on. She wanted it tonight. Carlos warmth beside her all night and the lingering memory of his touch made her hungry for sex and that hunger was going to be her gift to Tom tonight.

Three hours later Tom arched his back and grunted as his wife clawed at him. In the midst of her own orgasm, she always welcomed the load of hot cum that poured into her now. He rolled off her belly and lay back with a sigh.

“That was great, honey,” he whispered in his wife’s ear. “I swear you get sexier every day.” His hand slowly moved to his wife’s crotch. He could feel the wetness of her slowly oozing from that beautiful pussy. He massaged the creamy smoothness of the still warm cum into her slight pussy pelt, wondering if tonight had been the night when Carlos fucked her. He didn’t think so, she hadn’t been as juicy as she had been when Leif had fucked her before, but she was obviously ready for him and had apparently enjoyed it as much as he.

“For me too,” she whispered back. And she meant it. Tom always satisfied her and she couldn’t understand his insistence that she have other men. Sharon lay basking in the afterglow of the sensual experience. Unbidden, the question crossed her mind about how it would have felt to have a load of Carlos’ cum in her satisfied cunt. Despite the fact that she had just been thoroughly fucked, she remembered that magic tingle that came when a stranger’s cock was giving her that satisfaction. It was then she realized that, as much as she protested not wanting another man to fuck her, she had enjoyed it. The thoughts were still flowing through her mind as she went to sleep.

Her dreams were filled with lust, the thoughts of the many men who had filled her cunt with their cum in college, and of Leif – of the magic mouth, who had demonstrated the satisfaction that mutual oral sex could provide. She dreamed of Carlos, and how she wanted to see his head between her thighs and feel his tongue entering her. It gave her the wet dream that ended her night of sleepy bliss.

Day Five

Sharon was face down on the blanket covered floor of their home, with Carlos sitting atop her, kneading the muscles of her back as Tom watched.

“I wish I knew how to do that,” Tom lied. “Sharon gets these kinks in her back and only a deep massage will get them out. I appreciate you doing it for her,” he said, watching Carlos’ hands moving slowly over Sharon’s body, creeping closer and close to the fullness of her breasts, flattened and spilling out the sides of her bikini top. He kept his legs crossed, hiding his erection, as he watched his friend continue his skillful seduction of his wife.

“I could teach you,” Carlos volunteered, knowing that Tom hadn’t the slightest interest in getting Carlos’ hands off his wife’s body.

Tom laughed, “No, I don’t think I could ever get it right, especially when I have a buddy who knows the technique that works every time. And look at Sharon, she loves it!”

His wife opened her eyes, smiled and stuck her tongue out at her husband whose nonchalant attitude about Carlos massaging her back in the skimpy bikini had been a factor in their friendship for almost as long as they had known him. It had started when they were at the pool. Tom had been swimming and Sharon had been sunbathing. She felt the heat increasing on her back and asked Tom to put some sun-tan lotion on her. He had been too far to hear her request, but Carlos, only a few feet away in a deck chair had volunteered. There had been nothing sexual about it – that time, but Sharon knew from the bulge in his briefs that he was enjoying it. Tom had never protested, only smiled and continued his own activities, leaving Carlos to enjoy the feeling of that soft, vulnerable body each time from then on. The backrubs were a new thing, beginning just a few weeks ago when she had pulled a muscle in her back while gardening. Carlos had volunteered to work the spasm out. Now, every time Sharon felt the twinge and complained, Tom called Carlos.

Carlos stroked her back with long, slow motions, working his way closer and closer to the flesh of Sharon’s breasts. “Just the way I’ll fuck her,” he thought to himself, “A nice, long, slow, screw, just like the others, but even more enjoyable.” His thoughts made him smile and he looked up to see Tom wink at him and nod when Sharon couldn’t see it. Tom knew he was going for those tits, and he was telling him to go for it, right here and right now, right in front of him.

Carlos obliged, his next full length stroke sliding over the sides of Sharon’s breasts then immediately retreating, only to be repeated several time.

“M-m-m, that was great!” Sharon said, pushing herself up and forcing Carlos to stand. It had been great, but Sharon realized that Carlos’ hands were getting too interested in her breasts and decided to end it before she succumbed to the fever building in her. She could already feel the dampness in her bikini bottoms caused by the erotic sensations Carlos stirred. She also could see the bulge building in his crotch and licked her lips as she though of what it would be like to feel that in her mouth and her pussy. She had been fighting the desire to have him unfasten her top, turn her over and stroke her breasts – but not with Tom watching. She still wasn’t sure that she would ever fuck another man outside of her marriage, despite Tom’s consistent encouragement to do so. The parting with Leif had been too hard, and she didn’t want Tom to know of that affair. She was still afraid that would strain their marriage to the point she could lose him and she didn’t want that. And now this – She knew Carlos would have her if he could, and she even thought frequently about how it would feel to have his thick cock in her pussy, but she had resisted it so far and intended to continue to do so.

Day Twelve

Avoiding Carlos was becoming more difficult than Sharon has expected, for two very good reasons. Tom was gone on one of his usual trips and not due back for three more days. The second was even more disturbing. She was horny.

Sharon had always needed sex. It was one of the prime reasons she had married. Tom kept the fires burning more so than most of the husband’s whose wives’ stories she had to endure at the beauty shop. She gathered that anything more than five minutes once a week would have been a surprise to most of those women. It was no wonder that they were ripe for a man who took his time, arousing them mentally as well as physically, could have any of them he wanted.

That wasn’t her problem though, she mused. Regardless of how good Tom was as a lover, she was in a state of constant arousal. She had been since she was old enough to experience her first orgasm with her fingers twisting and stroking in her pussy and over her clit. She remembered her first time, in the back seat of her boyfriend’s car and smiled to herself as she thought of how easily all the old wives’ tales had been wiped out with that first skinny dick punching its way through her hymen. The experience after that – ah, that’s what she remembered most. College had been a sexual smorgasbord and she had sampled as many as she could, as often as she could.

“Damn!” she said to herself. This wasn’t helping a bit. Housecleaning had been done over and over. There wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. She had mended everything with even a loose thread and read until her eyes couldn’t take it anymore. She jumped up and began pacing. “Got to get out of this place,” she said grabbing her keys and heading out the door.

Where she was going, she really didn’t know. She knew she couldn’t go far, since one of the things she intended to do was have a few drinks. She hoped that would help her forget the loneliness. She almost missed the low-slung bar room with its back parking lot full of cars. There were almost no lights showing. It looked like just the kind of place she had been hunting – busy, out of the way and nice and dark. She pulled in and parked with the other hundred plus cars in the back.

Walking in, she had been surprised by the din and the cloud of smoke that almost engulfed her. She waved her hand from side to side, trying to see through the mix of smoke and overcome the smell of stale beer. It was standing room only at the bar, so she took one of the few booths left at the back flowed by a trail of wolf whistles and a couple of reaching hands.. A waitress clad in only the scantiest of outfits sauntered over, laughing as she ducked the groping hands and leers of at least ten single guys with twists of her body a quarterback would have envied, and asked what she would have.

“Vodka collins,“ Sharon managed to make the waitress understand over the sound of the country and western band that was busy belting out the old belly rubbing tunes that were the perpetual favorites in places like this. She looked around the dimly lit room as she waited for her drink. It looked like it was about four to one odds of men to women. Even at that the small dance floor was crowded with slowly moving couples. It was a noisy but apparently fun-loving crowd. As she continued her inspection the waitress brought her drink and leaning forward said, “Be careful, honey. These guys are only hunting for one thing and I can tell you, you look like a steak to a starving man to them.” The low cut top she wore gave Sharon a good view of breasts that would have been a favorite on some TV show. Her gaze was understood by the waitress too, who seemed to spend a little longer than normal in a position that exposed the warm flesh almost to the aurealas. She could see Sharon staring before she winked and sauntered off, still easily fending off the greedily reaching hands. 

Sharon let her eyes continue to roam as she nursed her drink. She thought about what the waitress had said, but didn’t consider it threatening. She didn’t think she was dressed too provocatively, just the outfit she usually wore when she and Tom were out together, consisting of a soft silk shirt and mid-thigh length skirt. She hadn’t taken the time to put on nylons, although she had on her high-heeled pumps. All in all, she felt quite conservatively dressed considering what the other women here wore or didn’t wear. She smiled as she watched three men a few tables away playing ‘keep away’ with a laughing woman industriously trying to recover her pink panties they were tossing back and forth among them. Sharon knew she was in the right place and, after all, she was only going out long enough to get rid of the cabin fever that was starting to close in on her, she told herself.




Tom



Still, Sharon, dressed as she was, was a sight for wandering eyes. The soft material of her shirt barely hid the fullness of her DD cup breasts. She often didn’t wear a bra around the house – Tom liked to see her breasts moving beneath her clothing - and she hadn’t considered one before she left. Her long brown hair fell to her shoulders and framed a face as lovely as the picture Tom kept with him always. Long legs and full hips custom designed for love-making added to her beauty.

Two men were drinking in that beauty. ‘Sandy’ Saldovar and Ramon Martinez had been there since the bar opened that morning and, although well lubricated, they weren’t drunk.

“Look at that!” Sandy elbowed his friend who was studying a blonde nearby. Ramon turned just in time to see the flash of Sharon’s legs before she could pull them into the booth. Both men were staring at her from several tables distance and knew that she wasn’t aware of them or didn’t care. They watched as Hilda, the barmaid, took the brunette’s order. Ramon turned to his friend and laughed as he made the usual joke about how he wanted to put his face in between Hilda’s breasts and spend the night inhaling her, but Sandy had an idea that doing the same thing – and a lot more - to Sharon would be even more delightful. 

As they watched, Sharon was approached by several men. She danced with some and smilingly turned down others. They watched her closely and noticed that some she allowed to hold her close, close enough that the movement of their hands over her breasts was not noticeable to some. Others got a hand beneath her short skirt and in one flashing moment Sandy saw she was either wearing nothing beneath her skirt or only the scantiest of almost transparent, flesh colored panties.

Hurriedly, he beckoned Hilda over and ordered a drink “for the lady over there in the booth,” motioning toward Sharon. He watched as it was delivered and Hilda bent forward to tell her by whom it had been sent. She smiled and lifted her glass, acknowledging Sandy’s beaming smile and own lifted glass, before turning back to watch the dance floor again. 

“I’ve got to try for some of that,” Sandy told his friend, pushing his chair back and standing up. Lazily he sauntered over to the booth in which Sharon sat. She looked up as he approached.

“Would you mind if I joined you for a moment,” Sandy asked her politely. “I was hoping we could share a dance.”

Sharon eyed the tall, rangy frame of the man standing at the end of the table. He was good looking and she had seen him dancing with other women. He looked harmless, although she wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t. His were the classic Latino looks she found herself attracted to in Carlos. She accepted with alacrity.

“Sure, why not?” she replied and took Sandy’s offered hand to assist her from the booth. He didn’t drop it when she stood beside him, at least six inches shorter than he, and she liked that.

Sandy led her to the dance floor. The band was just starting a new Hank Williams tune that was perfect for what he had in mind. “It’s pretty crowded,” he said into her ear as he pulled her close, “Let’s get into the center where we won’t be jostled quite as much.” 

The way he said it sounded sensible to Sharon. She wasn’t aware that more than one woman had lost her inhibitions and found true lust instead in that spot of dance floor, shielded from the view of other patrons by the milling crowd.

Sandy couldn’t believe his luck. This woman was build like a brick-shithouse, and she was all his in the middle of the throng. At first he played it cool, letting his hand move down to the swell of her good-looking ass while his other hand pressed against the swell of her breast. It got even more interesting almost immediately. He could feel her nipple beneath the back of his hand. Moving it from side to side to see what effect it would have on her, he saw no sign of resistance. In fact she looked up at him and smiled as if she too was enjoying his clandestine groping.

And Sharon was. From the very instant she had seen Sandy, she knew she wanted to fuck him. He got the message immediately as she pulled his left hand to her breast and didn’t say anything as his right went from around her waist to the curve of her ass. His eyes lit up like a pin-ball machine and she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Sandy was in hog-heaven. Before the first song ended, he had his hand inside her shirt on a bare, hard-nippled breast, and his other hand beneath her skirt on the warm softness of her naked ass. He pulled her closer as the second song began and felt her thrusting her lower body against his crotch. The disparity in size prevented her from feeling more than the seven inches of hardness against her belly, but it didn’t slow down his exploration of that lovely chest and those thrusting nipples.

“I’m getting awfully warm,” Sharon said softly as Sandy’s explorations and kisses began getting even more explicit. “Why don’t we go outside for a while and cool off?” Cooling off was the last thing she really wanted, which was to get hotter as she felt this lovely cock pressed against her enter her pussy while she fed her tits to that warm mouth

Sandy almost ran from the club, as a laughing Sharon was almost dragged by her new friend to a car very near the woods and in one of the darkest parts of the parking lot. The lot was full, and this early in the evening there was very little foot traffic through the lot so, reluctantly she allowed Sandy to push her into the back seat and close the door. She usually didn’t like to fuck anyone in a car, especially when there were much more comfortable places to do it, but she also didn’t want to risk anyone seeing her at home with another man while Tom was gone. Carlos’ visits were okay. Everyone had seen Tom, she and Carlos together, but strange men are usually the source of gossip among wives.

Sandy had his pants down almost immediately and Sharon’s skirt up, baring that almost bare mound that was exuding the loveliest of aromas – a woman in heat! He began by opening her shirt and sucking on the full nipples that stood almost a half inch high from the fullness of her breasts. He felt her squirming as he sucked and squeezed the one held to his mouth by Sharon He lightly bit and tugged on the engorged nipples as he pulled at the breast teased by his hand and his suctioning mouth. His right hand cupped her pussy, as his fingers pushed slowly between her swollen, wet pussy lips, past the entrance to her vagina and deep into her cunt, stroking the spot where her ‘G’ spot waited for his touch as his thumb rolled her clit. He heard her gasp and felt her wetness increase as he gave her the orgasm she had needed ever since Tom left.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, reaching down to grasp Sandy’s cock which was leaving a trail of pre-cum on the inside of her thighs, rising and falling with his passions.

“Not yet,” he managed to say, kissing his way down her belly. His tongue reamed her belly button and lapped at her sparsely covered mound, but it was only when he got to her clit that he stopped. Lovingly he spread her cunt lips, and covered it with his mouth. At first he could only suck it until it reached its full half-inch length and was not longer protected by its tiny little hood. When it finally reached full engorgement though, it was a different story. Sandy treated it like a new toy, sucking and gently nipping it, pulling on it with pursed lips, running his lips up and down its length as though it was a miniature penis getting a blowjob. With one hand grasping her swollen boob, he used the other to run his long middle finger deep into Sharon’s tight love channel, adding another finger as soon as her pussy opened more.

Sharon went wild with uncontained lust. No one, not her college boyfriends, Tom or even Leif had ever eaten her pussy like this! She thought she would never stop cumming, but the after-shocks piled up, one after the other, driving her to the edge of consciousness as Sandy’s educated tongue and tight lips drove her from one to the other. Her hips pumped wildly, trying to drive his fingers further into her inflamed pussy while holding his head to that hungry twat.

The sound of the car door opening and the dome light coming on couldn’t distract her from Sandy’s ministrations. Above her own gasps and the squeaking seat springs, she recognized Ramon’s voice as he asked his friend if he could join them.

Sandy didn’t hesitate, inviting his buddy Ramon to add his own efforts to the bucking female beneath him. His face glistened from the copious cunt cream as he laughingly told Ramon to get his dick in her mouth while he fucked her. “This is some prime pussy, man!”

Ramon was quick to oblige. Unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers and shorts down as a single garment, he steered his swollen cock down to the hungry woman’s mouth. Even he was surprised at how readily she inhaled his seven inch plus length, as though she had been sucking dick all her life. Immediately he was fucking that lovely face and hot mouth, holding his position by holding on to one of Sharon’s tits while his friend pulled Sharon’s legs apart and slid his own gift into her steaming pussy.

“Oh, damn” Sharon managed to gasp out around the dick filling her mouth and angling down now to press into her throat, “this feels so good! Fuck me hard, I want your cum in my pussy!” Her legs wrapped tightly around Sandy’s pistoning ass and she pulled him deeper with both hands as he bored his way to the deepest part of her vagina, triggering orgasm after orgasm, relentlessly pounding her crotch. She felt the bulging head of his cock pressed tightly against her cervix and knew he could be giving her a baby with this welcome tool of his, but she didn’t care right now. All she knew was that he was scratching the itch that had been festering ever since Leif had done the job the first time almost two years ago. It had been too long. All she wanted now was cock, lots of cock, and she didn’t care where her partners put it!

Ramon groaned with pleasure as the shapely brunette’s mouth and tongue struck the right chord and he felt the hot load of cum thrusting up through his rigid cock to blast her tonsils. He felt here suctioning mouth taking all he had and begging for more as she too fell into that marvelous pit of orgasmic bliss when Sandy, his lust peaked by the sight of Sharon swallowing Ramon’s hot cum, blew his own wad into the farthest reaches of her cunt.

“That was great,” Sharon managed to groan as her two partners’ cocks slowly diminished within her. The smiled as Sandy uncoupled from her. “I could go for a lot more of that.” She hinted.

“Sorry, babe,” Sandy replied earnestly, “but the pot is empty. Maybe if you come back tomorrow night we can do it again.”

Sharon giggled as she tried to pull her skirt back up around her waist and felt Ramon gratefully tucking her still swollen boobs back into her shirt almost worshipfully. “I’d love to,” she said, “but I never know what tomorrow will bring.”

“How about your phone number?” Sandy coaxed, not wanting to lose contact with this lovely piece of fluff.

“How about yours instead?” Sharon countered. “I don’t think my husband would like the idea of you calling me and telling him you wanted to come over and fuck me……regardless of how much I’d love for you to do it.”

“Me too?” Ramon asked, not wanting to be left out in the cold.

“Sure, honey, I’d love to gobble that sweet thing again.”

With the main event over, a refreshed and completely happy Sharon left her two partners standing in the parking lot as she drove away, headed for home. She was humming as she drove, thinking of the pleasure she had just found and wondering, idly, if it could be this good with all the guys she met. Her encounter with Leif had been the trigger to her reawakened interest in sex, and now these two…… She found her thoughts moving to Carlos and then considered it. After all, she couldn’t be doing anything too bad. Tom had wanted her to fuck other men and, even though he wasn’t around to approve, she had to practice, didn’t she? Her mouth curved in a smile as she realized that she was going to enjoy Carlos little petting sessions a lot more from now on, even if Tom was close.

Day Fifteen

“Hurry, honey, or we’re going to be late,” Tom chided her, looking at his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes. He knew that Sharon was putting on the last of her makeup and the result would be worth it, but he also knew that his friend Carlos would be champing at the bit. He had told Tom of his increasing success with Sharon and that he thought she was about to tumble, but Tom just laughed. 

When he had told Carlos about the new place he had found, Carlos was all for it. He knew he was close and wanted badly to win this bet. Not for the money. No, it was much more than that. He had been wanting Sharon since the first time he saw her and now that she was in reach, with Tom’s blessing, he couldn’t wait!





That Night

Tom:

“I wonder if he can get her. Damn, she’s looking good and HOT. I can’t believe that she hasn’t taken me up on the chance to fuck someone yet. What do I have to do, push their dick in her mouth?”

I watched as Carlos led her around the dance floor. “Look at all those other guys staring, they know she’s hot, and the way she’s pushing her cunt against his leg, Carlos has to be pushing his dick right up to her belly. There’s no way she can’t see that he wants her, and I think she wants him.” I watched as Carlos and Sharon disappeared into the middle of the melee on the floor, still thinking about what Carlos had told me.

“I’m going to get her this week,” he said smugly. “I can hardly wait to get her alone. I know she’ll do it, it’s just a matter of having her with me at the right time and place.”

I had laughed at that. So far Carlos had only managed to feel her up a little, nothing serious, and nothing like what I hoped would happen. Tonight could be different though, I thought to myself. That’s the shortest skirt she’s ever worn. I can damn near see her pussy when she sits down and he has his hands all over her ass. She doesn’t seem to be objecting, but I still think the only way he’ll get her will be alone and that means I won’t be able to see him do her. 

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see the two of them leave through the back door of the club. It wasn’t until almost an hour later that I saw them coming back to the booth where we were sitting.

Carlos had a smug look on his face, so I knew I’d have to manufacture a reason for the two of us to be together long enough to talk about why he looked so much like the cat with a mouthful of canary feathers.

“Hey, Sandy, isn’t that Darlene over there at the bar?” I said, pointing to a woman we both knew who was reputed to be one of the biggest sluts in our neighborhood. “Didn’t you say you wanted to talk to her about our party next week?”

She turned her head and looked where I was pointing, nodded her head and told me that I was right, she needed to talk to her. She got up, taking her tiny handbag with her. I knew then that it would take her at least 20 minutes to come back. Women are like that. As soon as two of them get together and start talking, both invariably have to go to the bathroom together. Sharon was no exception.

I watched her as she slid out of the booth. So did Carlos and his gaze was more of a leer. The fabric of her blouse pulled tightly across those lovely DD jugs of hers and made her nipples press hard against the thin cloth. I could see the perfectly round smudge of darker flesh around them, even in this dim light before the strain on the blouse relaxed and hid them once again. I sighed, thinking about how lucky I was to have one of the sexiest women I’ve ever known as my wife. Now if I could just get her to enjoy fucking other men, I’d really have something going!

“Okay, spill it,” I told Carlos as we both watched Sharon ankling away, that cute little ass swinging from side to side like ….. I didn’t know how to describe it, but I saw it was attracting lots of male attention as usual. I sighed.

“I got her out in the parking lot in the car,” he told me, “and she sucked my dick while I finger fucked her.” He was grinning like a fox now, shaking his fingers in the Latino gesture of something sensational. “Damn, she’s even hotter than I thought. She has a mouth like a vacuum cleaner. She swallowed everything I gave her, took my hand and put it in her blouse so I could feel her tits while she sucked me off. She wanted to fuck, but I told her that we didn’t have time to have any real fun. That’s when she told me that I should come over tomorrow night while you’re at that meeting.”

“But you know the meeting was cancelled,” I reminded him. “I haven’t told her yet. I was planning on an early pussy party.” Carlos was well aware of my tendency to get home, take a shower, then pester her for some of that sweet pussy for hours before we went to sleep.

“Perfect,” Carlos said, leaning forward until he could talk in a whisper, even above the din in this place. “Why don’t you leave, like you were going to the meeting, and tell her that you’ll be gone for two or three hours. You can drive around the corner, come back to your house, come into the basement and listen to what goes on while you’re gone. I’ll bet you another twenty that she calls me before you’re gone for more than five minutes.

“I don’t think I’ll take that bet,” I laughed. “Judging from the way she was plastered all over you and what you just told me, I think I’m about to lose the first bet – at least I hope so.”

The Next Day

The next day was far too long to suit me. I came home just long enough to eat, then told Sharon I would be going to the meeting and expected to be home at about 9 or 10. 

“Don’t wait up for me if you get sleepy,” I told her knowing her habit of watching TV while I was away and dozing on the couch. “Go on to bed, and we’ll have some fun when I get home.” I told her with a leer. I wanted her to have a reason to have the bed mussed, and that seemed like the perfect way for her to account for it.

I left her with a kiss, drove around the block and parked on the street. It didn’t take me more than five minutes to get back around to our house, go to the back and start into the basement. As I got to the entryway though, I noticed that there was a gap between the curtains in our bedroom that allowed me to see in yet be out of the light spilling out around one side. I could see Sharon, pacing back and forth, obviously waiting for Carlos to appear. We had barely had time to discuss the situation on the phone today, but he told me that the last time he and Sharon had danced together, she had told him to come over, not to wait for her to call. “If the car is gone,” she had said, “come on in. I’ll be waiting.”

And she was. My lovely bride was now adjusting the bustier she wore, pushing her tits up higher until I could see the top of her nipples standing high in the cups. One hand trailed lower, until her thumb was moving over the crotch fastening. I could see she was aroused and hoped Carlos would be there soon.

He didn’t disappoint her. I watched her leave the bedroom as the doorbell rang, announcing her lover’s arrival. I could feel my dick swelling as I realized I was about to see something I had wanted to happen for years through this vantage point. I only regretted not being able to hear what was being said. Then I realized that the intercom we had installed when we bought the house was just inside the door of the basement and that there was enough wire connecting it that I could bring it to me and listen too.

I ducked down into the basement and almost wrenched the speaker off the wall, turning it on and adjusting the volume before returning to my vantage point. At first all I could hear were muffled voices. I realized that they were still in the living room, but walking down the hall to our bedroom.




Tom



Sharon and Carlos appeared together and he closed the door behind him. He took my wife in his arms and began kissing her deeply as his hands roamed over her body. He took his time, running his hands over her ass, then holding her close as one moved up to her breasts and pushed one from the cup. I could hear Sharon’s sighs as he stroked her. Her hands were already busy between them at his crotch. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she murmured.

I couldn’t believe how clear the sound from that little speaker was. Buying a duplex system had been expensive and I had wondered if it was worth it. But the idea of piping music from room to room had been a stroke of genius, then, leaving the transmit button on in all the various rooms of the house so we could talk to each other regardless of where we were had been an unforeseen benefit that was paying off now. I wondered if Sharon realized what sounds she and her lover were making would be heard all over the house and to anyone else that might be in range of the speakers.

Carlos’ cock cleared the fly of his trousers and stood almost vertical, bobbing back and forth in time with his pulse. I watched, fascinated, as Sharon’s hand closed over it and she knelt in front of him. “So big”, she murmured, running the palm over a swollen knob the size of a small plum. “Beautiful!” was all she said before her head went to his crotch and I saw her close her lips over the head already shiny with his pre-cum. “Oh, damn,” she murmured, looking up at Carlos’ smiling face, “You taste so good!”

Carlos unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers and let them drop to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing his usual briefs, obviously not wanting anything to delay getting to her any longer than necessary. Both his hands went behind Sharon’s head and he was pulling her closer to his crotch, hurrying her to take his full seven plus inches. “And I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he managed to say softly, almost breathlessly as the sensations of her mouth brought his dick to full attention. 

“I love the way you suck a dick, but that’s all I’m going to give you for now.” he told her, pushing her head after a few minutes of the wonderful sucking. “I want to fuck you.” He was taking off his shirt as my wife sat back on the end of the bed.

“I want you to fuck me too,” she said with a smile, watching her lover take the remainder of his clothes off. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” She reached over and took Carlos’ dick in her hand as he sat down on the bed beside her to take off his shoes. “I love the feel of this.”

“What’s the matter, isn’t Tom fucking you often enough?”

Sharon shrugged. “He fucks me every night and sometimes twice a day, For some reason, I just can’t get enough cock anymore.”

“Are you fucking anyone else?”

Sharon smiled as Carlos pushed her back on the bed and crawled between her widely spread legs. She still had his cock in her hand and it was pointed directly at her pussy. I could see the wetness of her cunt even from here.

“Not that I would tell you or Tom,” she laughed as Carlos put his weight on his elbows and took both her breasts in his hands as she steered him into her pussy. I watched as the first couple of inches went into her and saw my wife buck her hips upward, driving Carlos’ dick into her. She sighed with pleasure as Carlos pressed deeper and deeper.

“I must have been born to be a whore,” she sighed as Carlos bottomed out in her pussy and her legs wrapped around his muscular thighs. “I never realized how much I loved being fucked until you got to me in that movie the other night. I would have fucked you right there and then if you had asked me to.”

“And I sure wanted to,” Carlos admitted. “Of course I wanted a mouthful of these too,” he said, pulling on Sharon’s breasts, forcing the nipples to point straight to his mouth. I watched as he inhaled them. 

“Now that you’ve got your dick in me, show me what you wanted to do to me,” Sharon hissed, driving her hips once more into her lover’s crotch. “Fuck me, you bastard. Don’t just play with my cunt. I want you to cum in me. Fuck m-e-e-e!” she was almost screaming now as Carlos’ pile driving ass thrust his meat savagely into my wife’s juicy cunt. I could actually hear the sounds of their juices splattering as crotch met crotch in a barrage of crushing blows.

At that intensity, it didn’t take long for both of them to reach orgasm. I watched with my dick in my hand as my friend and my wife ground their lust into a white cream between them. Sharon’s tits were white from the pressure Carlos’ gripping, pulling hands and her nipples were red where his teeth had bitten and pulled them as he drove his hard meat to the end of her juicy pussy. A trail of clear fluid ran over Sharon’s hip when she was unable to keep all the contents of his load in her cunt.

“Oh, damn,” she moaned, “That’s it, I love the feeling of that hot cum filling my cunt.” She grabbed her lover’s buttocks, leaving nail impressions as she felt him lifting his body, preparing to dismount.

“No, no, not yet,” she howled. “Fuck me again. I want to be the best whore you’ve ever had.”

Carlos certainly didn’t mind and I had to mentally commend him for the energy he showed in sliding full length into her again.

“I have to rest a bit, but I love being in your cunt like this,” he told Sharon as he lowered his mouth to her breasts again, “but won’t Tom be home soon?” 

“I don’t care if he comes home or not.” She giggled, “he’s always after me to fuck another man, he just didn’t have any idea that I would, or that it would be you. I’d love for him to see you fucking me. Then I’d go out and fuck a half-dozen more guys, just to show him that his ever-loving wife intends to make sure he gets that chance. I can’t stand this goody-two-shoes routine I’ve been living. I want cock, lots of cock and you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”

“As often as I can, baby. I’d love for you to be my whore. I’d put those short skirts on you every time you went out the door and throw away your bras. I’d charge a guy fifty bucks to eat your pussy and a hundred to screw you. I’d make a real whore out of you.”

“And I’d be your slut,” Sharon whimpered as Carlos’ cock revived in her hot core and began moving in and out of her. Both seemed aroused by the thought of what they could do together and have me watch. I can’t say that it bothered me either. I was shooting a load of cum against the cellar wall as I realized that my wife had reached the point I wanted her to be, and the only thing I had to do now was tell her that I knew she was fucking other men and I intended to watch her do it!

I couldn’t stand still. Despite the fact I had just sent a world-class load against the cellar wall, I had to get inside and see this. I guess what I really wanted to see was if she was serious about not caring whether I found her fucking Carlos or not, but I sure intended to find out. Barely taking the time to dodge back into the cellar, hang up the speaker and then begin a careful negotiation of the squeaky cellar steps up to our kitchen, I moved carefully to the kitchen door and opened it slowly. Here I could hear them going at it again. The bed springs were squeaking rhythmically in protest and the headboard was adding its own occasional clatter against the wall. He was really porking her!

Getting to the bedroom was easy, but I still took off my shoes before going through the carpeted living room and down the hall to our bedroom. Then I was there.

Thy had left the bedroom door open, obviously expecting to hear me when I came home and giving Carlos the opportunity to get out without my being aware he had been pumping my wife’s pussy for hours. Now it seemed they no longer cared. I could have been an elephant, tromping down the hallway and I doubt it would have made a difference. 

My wife’s legs were wrapped tightly around Carlos’ waist. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back in sexual bliss. I knew her signs of orgasm well enough to know that she had just had one delightful series at the hands of my buddy. He had slowed as she succumbed to the pleasure until now he was slowly probing the depths of that juicy cunt. His back was red from the clawing nails of my wife, but I knew the “wounds” were from her enjoyment, not resistance.

Carlos saw me first. He smiled, but said nothing. He knew he had just earned the twenty dollars we had bet, but his prize right now was even more compelling. He continued leisurely sliding his cock all the way into Sharon, then slowly backing out, making sure she got the full treatment and thrill of being thoroughly fucked. His hands gripped both her tits in what looked like a death grip.

Then Sharon, apparently wanting to be fucked faster, opened her eyes and looked at Carlos. Seeing where he was looking, she turned her head and saw me.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, trying to push Carlos off her at the same time she began her protestations. “It’s not what you think…..” she began, regardless of how evident it was. She tried vainly to brush Carlos’ hands away from the engorged mammaries, but they didn’t move.

I still hadn’t tucked my cock back in from the view I had been enjoying outside. I stood there, holding it in its rampant position as I saw Carlos pin her to the mattress with a full length thrust into her once more. I think what I said next surprised her most of all.

“Oh, but it is,” I said with a smile. “I’ve been watching long enough to know that Carlos has fucked you for more than an hour and you’ve sucked his dick.” I started forward and stopped at the edge of the bed. “It’s exactly what I thought it was, and what I think it should be,” I told her, reaching for her closest breast.

She looked confused for a moment, then said nothing. Carlos had not even stopped fucking her as I talked to her. The initial expression of fear on her face had changed then to confusion, but it was now changing back to lust as she felt Carlos pressing deep into her vagina still filled with his last load of hot cum. She gasped as he reached the end and rotated his ass, grinding his dick into her.

Carlos had given up the breast closest to me. I leaned forward to take the rigid nipple in my mouth adding, “And I love watching him screw you. It feels good, doesn’t it, honey? You like the feeling of another man’s dick in that sweet pussy of yours, don’t you? Well, never let it be said that it should end here. I want him to fuck you the rest of the night, and I’m going to lay right here and watch you take it.”

“Oh, god!” Sharon gasped again as my lips closed over her swollen nipple. Rigid as it was, it seemed to grow as the realization occurred to her that not only did I want him to fuck her, but wanted to watch him do it. Her hips bucked upward, driving Carlos dick into her cunt all the way once more. “I couldn’t resist,” she said between meeting her lover’s thrusts. “You told me you wanted me to fuck other men, but I just couldn’t believe that you really wanted me too. Then, when Carlos put the make on me, it was more than I could take. I had to have it. I want cock, honey, lots of cock!”

“And not only from me and Carlos?” I asked, telling her with the question that I wanted her to continue fucking him.

“No,” she grunted as her orgasm approached once more. “I’ll fuck anyone you want me to, as often as you want. God, I want all the cock I can get!” she almost screamed as she felt Carlos load of cum filling her once again and triggering her own orgasm. Her nails were clawing my back while my mouth suctioned that lovely breast as she reached the peak. “I’m going to be your whore!” she screamed to both of us before her eyes closed in a faint.

There will be more of Carlos, Tom and Sharon as Sharon returns to the appetites of her college days.



Tom



Tom had always had a crush of some kind on his elder sister, Amy, and now that he had reached eighteen he found his passion for his twenty-year old sister was intensified.

This was more so last week, when her boy-friend, Brad, had called round when their parents were out, and Brad had gone upstairs with her into her bedroom.

Tom had crept up to the door and was doing his utmost to listen to what was taking place inside, but apart from a few moans he could not make out what was happening. 

After staying in this cramped position for some time, he was eventually brought down to earth when he heard his parents returning home.

Quickly he crossed into his own bedroom and it was there that his mother found him, nose in a book, as if studying.

She asked after Amy, and Tom, loyal to his sister, said that she was in her own bedroom, but was also studying and did not want to be disturbed.

His mother went away again, telling Tom that she and his father were going to a neighbour's house for a chat about something or other (he did not take in what it was), and Tom felt relieved for a while.

However, evidently having heard what was happening, Amy suddenly appeared in Tom's room, thanking him for covering for her, and saying that Brad had better go now before their parents returned.

She went downstairs, and, presumably, so did Brad, for Tom now heard the front door open, and crept onto the top of the stairs to be able to see what would happen. To his intense delight he saw Brad and Amy in a deep kiss, Brad's hand under her skirt from behind, presumably rubbing her bottom through her knickers, - "That is if she still had any on", Tom mused to himself.

Finally Brad's hand re-appeared and they broke their kiss, Brad saying goodnight as they parted, and Tom had to do a quick retreat before Amy came back upstairs.

But, much to Tom's absolute amazement, Amy appeared in Tom's room, just as Tom was grasping his hardened cock through his trousers.

Amy appeared not to notice Tom's discomfort or what he appeared to be doing, but, and this was what roused Tom more than anything, she told his he was a brick for not disclosing Brad's presence to her mother.

What roused him though was when she continued, "It would have been the end of the world for me if she had come in and found me and Brad naked together on the bed. I'm no virgin, as you know, for I knew that you were listening when Sandra and I were in my room last week, just after we had been to the swimming pool, and we were changing. I could hear your breathing just outside the door, especially when we started to discuss our boy-friends and the lengths of their cocks. And I've seen yours from time to time, mainly when you were lying on the bed playing with yourself, and I was able to peep through the slightly open door. And I know you have tried to look at mine when I am in the toilet, peeing, or having a bath, but you have never seen it because I make certain it is hidden from view when I know you are peeping. But in return for your silence about me and Brad I won't try to hide it next time I know you are peeping. Is it a deal?"

Tom had to make it a deal. He had become so excited as she was speaking that he now had to turn away from her to hide the roused erection he was getting.

But then she continued, "And I know you were standing at the tope of the stairs a few minutes ago when Brad was saying goodnight. Did it excite you to watch where his hand was going? Did you wish it was your hand?"

Tom's excited cock was threatening to burst through his trousers by now, and he was growing extremely uncomfortable as he tried vainly to hide his condition from Amy.

Amy, though, seemed enjoying his discomfort, all the more apparent when she said, "But what you don't know is that I had no knickers on – they were still lying on the bed where Brad had left them. Do you want to prove what I am saying, and go to see for yourself? But I will expect you to bring them back here unsoiled – I know you like to masturbate in my knickers because I have found them in the linen basket afterwards. And then, as a kind of reward, I will let you watch me put them back on. That should be a thrill for you, as I know you are always trying to look up my skirt whenever you can. And from now on I won't hang the towel over the keyhole in the bathroom so you can peek. But that is in return for your silence, of course."

What an invitation! Tom had often scrabbled through his sister's underwear drawer, particularly to find her thongs, which he had always longed to see her in. And in the dirty linen basket, too, he was even more anxious to find what she had been wearing, holding the gusset to his nose and sniffing the lingering aroma.

And so, now, he lost no time in rushing into Amy's bedroom and picking up the tiny scrap of black nylon, rejoicing to find them still a little damp on the gusset, and holding them to his nose as he raced back to his own room, where Amy was awaiting him.

She seemed extremely amused to see him still holding the thong to his face as he inhaled her secret fragrance, remarking that she would have to try to let him have her underwear as soon as she had discarded it from now on.

Then, true to her promise, she calmly stepped into the strings of the thong and, facing him, deliberately slid them up her long legs. But, much to Tom's disappointment, she tugged the article up the last few inches without revealing her pussy, owing to the skirt, short though it was, falling into place in front.

Amy, laughing at his frustration, said, "Never mind – I'm sure there will be many more opportunities to see what I am like under my knickers! But we must hurry – Mum and Dad will be back any second, and we have to appear normal, so get rid of that hard-on you are so unsuccessfully trying to hide from me, and meet me downstairs as soon as you can."

With that she laughed again, gave a quick flick upwards to her skirt so that the black lace minuscule thong was once more on show, then turned and ran downstairs again.

Tom had to go into the bathroom, quickly, where he relieved himself hastily, almost coming in his trousers before he could get there.

Then, very sheepishly, he crept downstairs again to join his sister just as his parents came back in.

"You look a little flushed, Tom," remarked his mother. "I hope you are not sickening for anything."

To which Tom answered that it was all right – he had just been doing some physical exercises as he felt he had been sitting still for far too long.

"That's all right, then," she replied. "I was just a little worried – that's all."

But when he went to sit down in the lounge prior to them beginning to watch TV he noticed that Amy, the provocative sister that she had suddenly become, was already seated with her legs slightly splayed out, so that her mini-skirt had ridden high enough to enable her tiny black panties to be just on view. Even his father seemed to be looking, too!

His mother, though, did not seem to notice, and so Tom was afforded a further exhibition from her for a few seconds before she slowly closed her thighs together and he was no longer able to see as much.

True to her word, though, Amy did begin to be a little more casual around the house, especially when their parents were out, and Tom did peep through the bathroom keyhole whenever she was in the bath, unhampered by her hanging a towel over the keyhole any more, but although he had a magnificent view of her breasts he was never able to see her lower down. 

That is, until one night when their mother and father had gone to a film at the local cinema. As they had announced their plans in advance it meant that Amy was able to invite Brad over once more.

About half an hour before he was due to arrive, then, Amy confronted Tom in the lounge.

"Tom," she began. "Brad is coming round soon, and I want to be absolutely certain that whatever may happen you will be completely silent about it and not give me away. Will you promise?"

Tom, sensing power over his sister for once, replied, "If I do, what is in it for me?"

"What do you mean, what is in it for you?" she asked him.

Tom knew he could manipulate her somewhat, and also knew that whatever he said could not get back to his parents. He remembered what had happened on the last occasion, and was prepared to receive a little anger from her knowing that he was in a position to be able to blackmail her. And if she showed no irritation with his suggestions then he was high and dry!

"You'll have to let me spy on you." was his first condition.

Amy looked infuriated for a second or two, then her face relaxed and she smiled instead.

"Why not?" came the unexpected answer. "Just as long as Brad does not find out. It would probably upset him. But you must not make any noise at all, and in return I shall leave the door open just a crack so that you can peer through it. Now. Is that all?"

Tom then knew he had her just where he wanted her to be, and so he suggested one more request. "I shall also want to watch you getting ready for him, and watching him bid you good-night, like I did last time."

Amy laughed out loud, then said, "And why not? I shall enjoy watching your horn stiffening up in your trousers whilst you are watching me dress. Come on!" And she led the way upstairs to her bedroom.

Once there she opened one of her drawers, and carefully took out a sealed packet which Tom immediately recognised as a packet of contraceptives.

"Those are for Brad – not you!" she laughed. "When the day arrives that I let you take his place and let you fuck me I do not want any protection at all then!"

Tom could scarcely believe his ears. She was actually hinting that he might be allowed to have intercourse with her! Or, to be more crude, to actually fuck his sister. His sister, about whom he had fantasised so often. His mouth opened wide, and he was lost for words.

Amy brought him down to earth. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Haven't you always wanted to do that with me? You are so slow sometimes, though. For the past week I have been hinting at just that, by letting you watch me in the bath through the keyhole, but sitting with my legs open in my mini-skirt and letting you see my panties, even last night when I was wearing that white lace thong with the wet patch after I had been playing with myself. But we are wasting time. I am about to get changed ready for Brad coming, or rather "cumming", and I have promised to let you watch me change, so go and sit on the bed and let your eyes do their wandering."

Tom hurriedly sat on the bed, his eyes almost popping out as he gaped at his older sister who was now performing a strip-tease for him only. Firstly she carefully removed her sweater, facing him in a black lace bra and her tiny black skirt. Smiling at him she slowly put her hands behind her back as she unclasped her bra fastening, finally allowing the garment to fall to the floor, and brazenly faced him as she deliberately flaunted her firm and naked breasts before him.

"Skirt, next," she said, as her hands popped the fastening at the side, and that garment, too, fell to the floor.

Wearing just her tiny black lace thong she turned slowly to allow Tom to drink in his first sight of a woman openly displaying herself rather than the surreptitious ways he had been used to seeing her in the past.

Then, with a really wicked grin on her face, she hooked her thumbs into the strings at her hips, and said, "Right, Tom. You are about to see my pussy properly for the first time since we were small and used to bath together. The pussy that only Brad has seen until now. The pussy that Brad will delight in shaving for me later on while you are peeping through the door. But don't let him know you are watching. If you do I shall never let you see me like this again. But if he remains unaware of your presence, perhaps I might let you shave it for me some time!"

With that she slowly peeled down the tiny scrap, and a little tuft of her blonde hair appeared, but as the material slipped down and more of her was exposed her lips appeared, completely bare and already beginning to glisten in anticipation.

Finally she stepped out of the thong, flung it towards him, and as he started to pick them up to sniff them she said, "Take them with you when you go out – I shall not be wearing any when Brad is here. But before I put my dress on to greet him in you may touch me if your wish. But only for a brief second." And she stepped forwards and took his hand to place it firmly between her legs.

Tom was flustered. Especially when Amy laughed at him again, and said, "I can tell you have never touched a woman's cunt before – you don't know what to do with your fingers!"

But before anything further could happen there came the sound of the door-bell. "That must be Brad" Amy exclaimed. "Run down and let him in, please, whilst I put a dress on – not that it will stay on for long once he gets in here!"

Tom quickly answered the door, and when Brad asked after Amy he explained that she was waiting for him, but that she was just getting changed, he thought.

Just then Amy herself came downstairs, dressed in a loose button-down dress which was no longer than the miniskirt she had been wearing previously. Her top buttons were unfastened, and the swell of her naked breasts could be seen trying to emerge before they were hidden again as she leaned forwards and kissed Brad fully on the mouth. 

They remained in this position for a short time, and Tom, remembering that Brad was to be oblivious to his presence, muttered something about studying in his room and disappeared.

Hearing them come upstairs, though, Tom listened carefully and heard them go into Amy's room, whereupon he crept out in his bare feet so as to be as silent as possible. As he got to he door he could hear soft moans coming from Amy, and a buzzing sound which puzzled him for a second or two, until he realised that it was the sound of his, Tom's, electric razor.

As promised, Amy had left the door slightly open, and Tom wisely knelt down near to the floor to peer inside. He saw then that Amy had positioned herself in such a way that Brad had his back to the door, and although it made it difficult for Tom to see much he was aware that a very naked Amy was lying on the bed whilst Brad was shaving her down below.

Naturally Tom was hard, and could not refrain from playing with himself as he watched. But suddenly he was forced to retreat quickly as Brad, pausing in his ministrations, turned to face the door and said, "Damn! The door is not closed properly." And he stood up and came to push it and lock it.

All Tom was able to do from then onwards was to crouch behind the closed door with his ear to it, hoping to catch bits of conversation, but he only heard low murmurings followed by gasps of delight issuing from Amy.

Finally, though, he heard Brad say that he had to leave, and he scooted away once more just in time as Brad and Amy came out together, and went downstairs together.

As soon as he felt he would not be seen again Tom crept again to the top of the stairs to catch a glimpse of their goodnight kiss.

But not only was he not disappointed – he was in raptures, for Amy was completely naked as she and Brad hugged and pawed at each other in the doorway, and Tom watched in envy as Brad's hands wandered familiarly over his sister's desirable body.

Finally Brad left, Amy shamelessly standing at the open door as he walked away, oblivious to the fact that she cold have been seen from outside, although the curve of the garden path meant that she could not be seen casually from the roadway.

After Brad had left, though, and she had closed the door, Tom was over the moon when she called out to him, "Tom? Did you see all that? Sorry about the bedroom door, though. I had left it slightly open on purpose, but Brad was slightly worried in case we could be seen. Anyway, I am coming up to my room again, so go in and wait for me there. I won't be long."

Tom obeyed and went to sit on her bed, noting her dress which now lay on the floor where it had been dropped, and waited for Amy to come in.

"Sorry," she said as she entered. "I needed a pee, and could not wait any longer. Now, brother, why are you not undressed ready for me?"

Tom could not undress quickly enough, except that his erection was so hard that he had difficulty in removing his trousers. Amy stood nonchalantly in front of him, caring not at all for the fact that she was now completely naked in front of him for the first time since she had matured. As she waited and watched she casually stroked her pussy lips with one hand, whilst pulling at the nipple of one breast at the same time.

As soon as he was also naked, though, she simply dropped alongside him as she took his now throbbing dick in her hand and began to tease and rub him. His own hand tentatively reached out towards her pussy lips, so distended and flushed from its previous experience, but scarcely had he reached it, unimpeded by Amy in any way, then he could control himself no longer, and huge jets of white cum short out and splattered Amy's body. He was so embarrassed by this, though, that he became quite bashful and got up and ran out of the room as Amy laughed quite loudly at his discomfiture.

He lay on his own bed for a while, mentally scolding himself for his immaturity, and then decided to pluck up courage to go back to see if Amy was still his best friend, so to speak.

However, he heard a car drive up and realised that his parents we home again, and so instead of going back to Amy he dressed again, using clothing from his own drawers and wardrobe, the things he had previously been wearing being still in Amy's room.

As he went downstairs, though, Amy also appeared, more soberly dressed this time, carrying his clothes which she threw into his room as she passed.

When they got down, though, both their Mother and Father were already in the house and were sitting once more in the lounge. Both Tom and Amy were a little apprehensive, though, as they both knew that they were somewhat flushed from their previous exertions and were both frantically trying to think u an excuse for their state.

But neither parent seemed to notice, and their mother suddenly said, "That was a brilliant film. I think you both ought to see it some time. That is, is neither of you mind being accompanied by each other, unless you have friends who you might want to go with.

"I don't mind, Mother," said Amy. "After all, we are both grown up now. It is not like when we were both teenagers and each of us seemed to prefer being with our own friends."

"Neither do I," added Tom. "There is nothing to stop us appearing together, is there? After all, everyone knows we are brother and sister and what is more natural than that?"

And so it was arranged that Amy could drive them both to the cinemas the next evening using their Dad's car.

But next evening when they both returned home Amy seemed a little excited, and Tom wondered what the matter was.

When she managed to get him on his own and out of earshot of anyone else she told him. Her friend, Helen, had said that she wanted to see the film, too, and had more or less invited herself. "And I know you tried to spy on us both when we were getting changed after going in the pool two or three weeks ago," she said, "and Helen said then that not only did she fancy you, but she also wondered why I had never let you touch me, or I touch you. She made me promise, actually, that next time she came round here that we would try to catch you when you were stripped off and see what the outcome could be. When I told her that we were both going to this film together she invited herself, and told me that she intended making a pass at you at least. And that if you responded she would not object to any suggestion you wished to make to her. So I told her about last night, and how you had tried to spy on us with my connivance, and how we were playing together whilst stripped off. Then I told her that of my intentions when we were together in the cinema, and that clinched it. She said that in that case she was definitely coming with us, and would make up a threesome! So we are picking her up in the car on our way there. And I have told Mum and Dad that we intend going to the early performance, and will call for a meal and a drink afterwards, so that we will not be in until late. They said "OK" and would not wait up for us. Now – isn't that marvellous?"




Tom



So onto my first submission proper (no pun intended). As always in what I write the 'I' is always me, and the other main character (because each one is about a different real life person) will have the name changed slightly to protect the innocent and the not so innocent.



One of my ex girlfriends had a real thing about the whole man on man thing, and others have echoed this to a lesser degree. This got me thinking. Us guys love the idea of lesbianism, lipstick or otherwise, and I'm sure a lot of the time it happens it's just girls doing it to please men. With my belief in complete role reversal then I should be willing to do the same for women.

That brings us to the beginning of this particular tale. I advertised for a dominant man to make me his bitch. It was as blunt as that, though I did add some descriptions and provisos. It was on Alt.com if you really want to know.

I made email contact with a number of guys, but none seemed quite right. This was my first time after all, and I wanted it to be right. My thinking was that if I could prove to myself I could do this, then I'd be OK doing it in front of any woman who got a kick out of it.

Eventually Tom (as I'll call him here) made contact. He lives fairly close to me and seemed like the right kind of guy. Sensible, married (so the chances were he'd be both clean and discreet) and experienced.

I eventually plucked up the courage to arrange to meet him (after a couple of false starts) and I have to say I'm really glad I did.

We met in a car park and I was really pleased with what I saw. He was driving a good car and looked clean and neat. I jumped in and we chatted for a while and he put me at ease – as much as he could. I'll confess I still had ideas of backing out. I'm a very macho looking and acting guy in normal life and this was way out of my comfort zone. He eventually talked me into him driving us somewhere quieter and me just holding his cock.

Much of what followed is still something of a blur to me still. I do remember him unzipping and taking his cock out. I remember he was wearing white underwear, and I remember his cock being incredibly beautiful. Now I've never even done the teenager experimentation thing. That was the closest I'd ever been to another mans cock. It didn't take much encouragement before I had his cock in my hand and I was stroking it. I can hardly describe the feeling of it. It was SO different from holding my own cock, it was warm and soft and very hard. I sat in his passenger seat wanking him off and thoroughly enjoying the situation. I did get told off once for squeezing too hard. Oops, don't know how hard I'm supposed to be doing this. I'm always quite firm with myself...

Anyway, with very little further encouragement I leant over and took a cock in my mouth for the first time. I loved it. I was happily sucking at his cock when he told me to sit up. I was so into it I just thought he was being nice and not wanting me to go too far, turns out there was another car driving towards us and he didn't want us to get caught. What a shame. The way I was feeling I would happily made him cum and have swallowed his load.

Unfortunately I've not seen him since, nor gone any further since. I'm still in occasional contact with him, but circumstances and nerves have conspired against me serving him again.

I may not be as honest in further tales as to where real life stops and fantasy starts, but for this one, this is the end of real life. What follows is one of the ways I've dreamed about that day continuing.

I sucked on his cock like it was keeping me alive. All I wanted was to give him pleasure and to taste his cum. Eventually I felt his orgasm approach and he told me in no uncertain terms to "swallow it slut". I took his cock as deep down my throat as I could and I felt him blast his cream into my mouth. I swallowed until it had all gone and released his cock. I used my tongue to probe his slit, partly searching for more of his cum, and partly to ensure he was completely clean down there. He was my master and that was my duty.

I had no idea what the rest of the day was to bring but I put myself completely in his hands and I told him as much to his face. He grinned over at me while he was tucking his cock back in and said "well then, I have a treat for you my little cock sucker" 

He drove us into town and pulled up on a driveway. At first I thought it was his house, but as we walked to the door he told me it belonged to some people he knew. It was a married couple and their male lodger. Both guys in the house were bi, and I was going to service all three of them.

He rang the doorbell and the wife answered the door. She looked at Tom and then at me, she grinned and asked him if the afternoon was going to get interesting. He said it was and grinned at me.

We were shown inside and the woman called her husband and lodger to join us. I'm guessing they'd done something similar to this before because Tom introduced me as his new little slut boy and told them I was the plaything for the afternoon. I was told to strip. Now I'd just sucked a guys cock who I barely knew, you wouldn't think I'd be embarrassed, but I was. Quick as a flash the woman lashed out and slapped me. I'd not told Tom this, but a woman slapping me is a HUGE turn on. That did it for me. I was naked almost before I knew what I was doing.

The husband stripped and sat in an armchair with his legs spread and his wife knelt next to him, gently wanking him. She beckoned me over and guided his cock into my mouth. I knew what I was doing better this time, and I've always had a fantasy for a woman to watch me suck cock so I put on a show for her. I licked him from base to tip like it was a lollipop. I kissed the tip. I sucked on his balls. I spent ages teasing him until he announced he was coming. I was quite shocked when Tom told me to get off his cock. I think his wife knew what Tom wanted though, because she finished her n off by hand, and aimed him so that his cum went all over my face. I couldn't help opening my mouth to try and catch some, but most just glazed me all over. I must have looked quite a sight with cum dripping off my nose and chin. The lodger didn't seem to be wanting to savour the scene though. I was roughly wrenched around and found myself facing yet another cock. He certainly wasn't gentle though. He grabbed my head and went for it. I now know the true meaning of being skull fucked.

That was a revelation for me. He was a strong guy. He just held my head and used me like an inanimate hole for his pleasure. I loved it. I loved being taken and used.

When he came there was no warning. Just a grunt and a deeper thrust and his cum was down my throat. I barely tasted it.

When I turned to face Tom, he was naked and wearing a condom. "Ready for your Master to break in that slutty arse?" he asked.

I couldn't even speak. I looked at him, and his cock and just nodded. The two other guys took me by the arms and bent me over the arm of the sofa and held me in position. I felt the wife spread my cheeks and my Master lubed me and then took me.

(I have no experience of anal sex - yet – so I can't describe this part)

When he had finished with me he had me stand up. I could barely obey after the fucking he'd given me and the position I'd been held down in but I managed. He positioned me in front of the wife and told me to wank. I started slowly, but then he told me stop. I looked over at him and saw that he'd removed his condom and was standing there holding it. "I think you need a little lubrication bitch boy" he told me, and emptied his cum out of the condom and onto my cock. He gave me the instruction to continue, so I stood there in front of the wife and wanked myself off using my masters cum as a lubricant.

The husband came into view holding a small glass and handed it to me. "It's for your cum you cock sucking slut" said the wife. She then proceeded to verbally abuse me while I was whacking off in front of her. When my orgasm hit it was incredible. I couldn't believe how intense it was, but then I'd had an intense day!

When I'd drained the last drop she took it from me and spat into it. She made me kneel down, tip my head back and open my mouth. Then she made me drink the mixture of my cum and her spit.

As Tom and I left the house she whispered in my ear that she was about to get royally fucked by her husband and her lodger and that I should think about that, because from now on all I'd be any good for was giving pleasure, not getting it.

One day, if I'm really lucky, maybe 'Tom' will help me live this fantasy....