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Life Begins at 18

By: offaxis101



I awoke the morning of my 18th birthday to the sound of a truck pulling up next door. Realising it must be the new neighbours moving in, I checked the clock, 10:00am.

I decided to pull myself out of bed and get a look at the new neighbours, I couldn't have wished for a better birthday present, two of the hottest girls I had ever seen had just moved in with their father.

They both looked to be around my age if not a little older and both had very different features; one was around 5'7 with long blonde hair, a perky set of c cups and nice long legs. The other was around 5'5 with short black hair, a huge set of dd's and a tight little arse. I had the feeling it was going to be a great day. I quickly check the mirror with a smile, before throwing on a singlet. At 5"11, I was quite well toned and feeling very good about myself.

I walked downstairs and was greeted by my parents, "happy birthday Nath." Said my mum and dad as they hugged me.

"What are your plans for today?" asked my mum.

'I was thinking I'll go for a surf, can I borrow the car?' I asked as I turned to my dad.

"How about we give you some birthday presents first." Said my dad with a grin on his face.

As we move into the living room, my mother hands me a present, inside I find a brand new camera, exactly what I need for the start of my uni course next year.

'Thank you so much, mum.' I say as I give her a big hug.

My dad then hands me a set of keys, "I don't think you'll be needing to borrow the car." He says with a chuckle.

I walk out the front to see my brand new car, with my surfboard already attached to the roof. 'Thanks dad.' I say, a little lost for words.

"Your welcome, now go on and have fun, remember to be back by 6 to get ready for your party." He says before walking back inside.

It's around 5.30 when I return from a great day at the beach, as I pull into the drive way I notice the new neighbours sunbathing out the front of their house in tiny black bikinis. They are looking so hot and it is too good an opportunity to pass up. I walk up to the girls.

"Hey, I'm Nath, looks like we're neighbours." I say as the girls look up towards me. The girls turn and smile to each other.

The blonde looks back up to me and says, 'It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Lauren and this is my twin sister Bridget.'

Jackpot, I think to myself, twins...

"Would you two be interested in coming to my party tonight?"

'What's the occasion?' Bridget asks as she smiles towards me.

"My 18th birthday, it should be a pretty big night."

'Oooh, birthday boy, sure we'll be there.' Replies the blonde with a wink towards her sister.

"Party starts around 8, I'll see you two a little later then." I say as I turn to walk back to my house.

I headed out to the backyard at around 7.30 and poured myself a drink, a few of my mates had begun to arrive to start up the barbeque and start on the drinks. Pretty much everyone had arrived by 8.30 and everyone was having a good time. The girls had yet to arrive and I was beginning to wonder if they would actually turn up.

I was just about to jump into my pool when I spotted Lauren and Bridget walking out to the party and they were looking stunning.

They made their way over and both gave me a hug while saying, "Happy Birthday." As they moved to put their drinks in the esky, Bridget whispered in my ear, "We have a birthday surprise for you, but you'll have to wait till later on tonight." She said with a wink as her hand brushed over my boardies and gave my cock a slight squeeze. I was happy to see her eyes light up when she felt the size of my cock as she ran off and whispered something to Lauren before turning to me and smiling.

The party raged on well into the night without much incidence and by 2.30 I was pleased to see that almost everyone had headed home and the others would soon be doing the same, I decided to grab another drink and began to wonder where the two girls had run off too.

I couldn't help but smile when I spotted both the girls in the spa, seeing them again in their bikinis was almost too much to handle, my cock was growing really hard and I knew I had to get in the spa before anyone realised.

As I entered the spa both Bridget and Lauren looked up and saw my hard cock standing at full attention through my boardies and both the girls giggled, "Is that for us?" asked Lauren with a smile, as I began to blush slightly.

'Yes it is," I replied, slightly embarrassed, 'so what's this birthday surprise you mentioned?' I added as casually as I could, trying not to let it show that I had thought of nothing else all night.

They both turned to watch the last people leave, my parents had gone to bed about an hour before, they were both heavy sleepers and I knew we wouldn't be disturbed the rest of the night.

"Before we get to your birthday surprise, we were thinking a little game of truth or dare might be fun." Lauren said as they both moved towards me.

'Sure,' I replied with a smile, 'that could be a lot of fun.'

"Ok then, truth or dare Nath?" Bridget asked seductively.

I didn't want to seem too eager and decided truth to be a safer option, at least for the first round.

'Truth,' I replied to Bridget, who smiled and asked without a second thought, "How long is your cock?"

'Just over 9 inches when it's hard.' I replied and couldn't help but smile when I saw shock in their eyes that quickly turned to lust.

I turned to Lauren and asked, 'Truth or dare?'

"Truth." Lauren replied, before reaching for her drink, giving me a great view of her cleavage.

I thought for a few seconds before asking, 'How far have you gone with Bridget?'

Lauren and Bridget smiled to each other at the question, and then she replied, "Bridget and I have only ever kissed before, but that doesn't mean we won't do more," She added with a wink.

Lauren then turned to Bridget and asked, "Truth or Dare?"

It seemed that both the girls had been thinking the same as me, as Bridget replied 'Truth,' to her sister.

"What do you wish Nath was doing to you right now?" Lauren asked with a wink towards me.

Bridget blushed before replying, 'I wish I had that long hard cock of his pushing down my throat, making me gag hard on his cock, while he was grabbing hard on my big tits and pinching my nipples as they get really hard against his touch, fuck I'm getting so horny now.' She added with a giggle.

My cock had gotten so hard from hearing her talk so sexually, and I was finding it really hard to concentrate as Bridget turned to face me, I couldn't help but notice how hard her nipples looked through her bikini as she asked, 'Truth or dare.'

I didn't know how much longer I could handle this game, especially with the thought of my birthday surprise still distracting me.

I smiled at Bridget as I replied, "Dare."

Hoping that I was going to be able to handle whatever she was going to set as my dare.

Bridget turned towards her sister and quickly whispered in her ear, I saw Laurens eyes light up before she nodded her answer to Bridget.

I couldn't help but worry at least a little bit as I awaited my dare from Bridget, 'Stand up and lose the boardies.' She said with a smile.

I stood and removed my boardies, savouring the look of lust as they first laid eyes upon my long hard cock. I then sat back in the spa, turning to face Lauren and asked, "Truth or dare?"

'Dare,' she answered, looking quite nervous.

I smiled and thought for a moment on how I could use this to my best advantage. "Make out with Bridget while you remove her bikini, then take of your bikini while giving Bridget a lap dance on the edge of the spa." I smiled as I waited for their reaction.

'That's a bit of a long dare,' said Lauren.

Bridget agreed with her and said, 'maybe that should take care of my turn as well.'

I really didn't mind, as I wasn't in control of Bridget's turn anyway.

"That's fine by me." I replied and sat back to enjoy the show, as the girls sat on the edge of the spa and began to kiss. As Laurens hands reached around behind Bridget's back and untied her bikini, I watched as Bridget's huge tits were brought on display, I was amazed at how perfect they were, her cute little hard nipples were a soft pink against her pale skin.

My cock was really beginning to strain as I watched Bridget reach u and begin to play with her own breasts, cupping them in her hands and squeezing them together before pinching her nipples hard. I heard a soft moan escape her lips as Lauren began to slide her hands down to remove the rest of Bridget's bikini.

I almost lost it as Bridget turned bent forward to give me a perfect view of her hot wet pussy and tight arse as the bikini was slipped down and off her legs. Bridget spread her legs slightly and I watched her hand slowly brush across her clit and she slipped a finger inside her pussy, before turning to sit on the edge of the spa.

As Lauren moved to begin her lap dance on Bridget, I watched in amazement as Bridget brought her finger up to Lauren and she began to lick and suck the taste of Bridget's pussy off her finger.

"mmm, Bridget your pussy tastes so good." Lauren said as she began to grind her arse into Bridget and removed her bikini top, revealing her perky c cup tits, with tiny little nipples that were really hard.

Lauren then turned and pushed her tits towards Bridget's face, I watched as Bridget grabbed hard onto Laurens tits, and brought her nipple into her move and began to suck as her nipples got even harder against Bridget's tongue. Lauren slowly began to pull down her bikini bottoms revealing her perfectly shaved wet pussy and tight little rosebud.

I knew I couldn't handle much more of this, I was in need of some relief and fast. The girls turned and smiled at me as Bridget moved towards me and grabbed onto my long hard cock, Lauren followed and grabbed onto my balls and they both whispered in unison, "It's time for your birthday surprise."

"Let's move to your bedroom." Bridget suggested.

As we walked into my bedroom, Lauren turned to close the door behind her while Bridget pushed me onto the bed. Both the girls moved towards me, "So what's my birthday surprise?" I asked the girls with a smile.

'We are yours for tonight, to do with as you please.' Replied Bridget seductively. 'All you have to do is ask.' Lauren added with a wink.

"It sounds like I'm going to have a great night." I stated as I pulled the girls onto the bed. I began to kiss Lauren passionately as my hands slid down to her perky tits and began to pinch her nipples, feeling them harden against my touch, before turning to kiss Bridget.

"Kiss Lauren," I whispered into Bridget's ear, "and slowly kiss down her body, before you begin to lick her tight pussy."

'Yes master.' Replied Bridget with a soft kiss to my lips.

Master... I liked the sound of that.

I watched closely as Bridget slowly kissed her way down Lauren's body, pausing to briefly suck on her nipples, before continuing to move down across Lauren's tight stomach, down past her hips and slowly kissed Lauren's inner thigh. I heard a soft moan escape Lauren's lips as she felt Bridget's tongue lick over her clit for the first time. I watched Lauren's eyes light up as Bridget's tongue parted her sister's lips and ventured deep inside her tight wet pussy.

Lauren's breathing was rapidly increasing and it was easy to see that Bridget was bringing her close to an orgasm. Lauren moaned out loud as Bridget began to suck hard on her clit as she pushed her fingers deep inside her pussy and started to fuck her fast with them.

"Is Bridget going to make you cum?" I asked Lauren as I kissed her neck and began to pinch hard on her nipples.

'Oh yes master,' Lauren moaned, 'She's going to make me cum so hard.

"Lick deep into her pussy Bridget, make her cum." I said and Bridget pushed her tongue deep inside Lauren's pussy and started to rub her clit as fast as she could. Just as Lauren was beginning to cum I moved down to get a closer look, I saw Bridget push her thumb deep inside Lauren's tight rosebud sending Lauren right over the edge, she was moaning so loud I was beginning to worry she would manage to wake my parents.

Bridget was licking fast to try to keep up with Lauren's gushing pussy, trying to get every last drop of her sisters cum, before moving up to Lauren and kissing her, forcing her to taste her own pussy.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked Lauren as my finger brushed across her clit causing her to quiver, her body sensitive to every touch.

'Oh yes master' Lauren moaned.

"I think you should return the favour to your sister." I said as I watched Bridget lay down on the bed, Lauren moved down between her legs and licked her tongue over Bridget's clit. As I watched Lauren push her tongue deep inside her sister's wet pussy I decided it was time. I moved closer to Bridget and saw the lust in her eyes, She took my cock in her hand without a moments hesitation and began to stroke it.

As Bridget breathing became heavier and slight moans began to escape her lips, I turned to see Lauren slip her fingers deep inside Bridget's tight pussy. Bridget let out a great moan as Lauren's tongue licked across her rosebud before moving back up to suck hard on her clit.

My cock was harder than I had ever felt before, as Bridget's expert strokes moved fast along my cock. I grabbed the back of Bridget's head and guided my cock towards her mouth. I watched as she licked the precum from the tip of my cock and savoured the taste with a moan before taking the head of my cock into her mouth.

I had never felt anything so good in my life; I slowly began to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, getting deeper with every thrust. Remembering Bridget's truth from earlier in the night of wanting to gag hard on my cock, I gripped hard on the back of her head and pushed the whole of my cock deep into her throat, feeling her gag at the sudden force.

I felt her open her mouth wide as she tried to gasp for air, I took this opportunity to see how well she could handle my cock down her throat, and began to thrust fast into her open mouth. I loved the sound of my cock hitting the back of her throat making her gag. I saw a tear begin to fall from her eye as she struggled to cope with my cock down her throat.

I slowly pulled my cock from her throat allowing her to regain her breath.

"How do you like my cock?" I asked Bridget with a smile.

'It's so big master, I've never felt anything like it in all my life.' Bridget managed to reply before her moans grew too loud for her to speak.

I turned and saw that Lauren was enthusiastically licking deep inside her sister's pussy while rubbing her clit as fast as she could.

"Lauren, I think it's time for me to make your sister cum." I said as I moved down the bed. Lauren moved out of the way, I slid in between Bridget's legs and guided my cock to the entrance of her tight wet pussy, with one hard thrust I had my entire cock embedded in Bridget's fuck hole. Bridget's moan had almost become a scream as her orgasm ripped through her body uncontrollably; I began to thrust back and forth inside her tight pussy as it stretched to accommodate my cock.

I turned to see Lauren rubbing her clit in awe of her sister getting fucked so hard, "Sit on Bridget's face." I tell Lauren, "I'll get to you in a minute." I added with a wink. As I watched Lauren straddle across Bridget, who was still moaning uncontrollably. Bridget licked her tongue across her sister's clit before sticking it deep inside her pussy. Lauren continued to rub her clit, as I thrust hard inside Bridget's pussy fast and hard. I lifted Bridget's legs up over my shoulders, allowing me to thrust deep inside her pussy, causing her to moan loud.

Lauren grabbed the back of her sister's head and ground her pussy into her mouth, Lauren was moaning loud and rubbing her clit frantically, I watched as Bridget's hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her clit fast.

I thrust as hard as I could, driving my cock as deep as possible inside Bridget's pussy, setting off another orgasm as she screamed into her sister's pussy, I reached over and pushed my thumb deep inside Lauren's arse as she reached her orgasm and her juices began to flow straight into Bridget's open mouth.

As I slowly began to pull my cock from Bridget's pussy, I smiled as I felt her juices dripping from her pussy around my cock. Both the girls had collapsed onto the bed as their orgasms had brought a sudden exhaustion on them. I moved up between them on the bed and sat with my back against the bed frame. Both girls moved slowly towards me, Bridget began to lick her juices from my cock, while Lauren took my balls into her mouth and begun to suck on them. Bridget slightly opened her mouth and pulled the tip of my cock inside as her tongue danced around my cock.

The attention the girls were giving my cock and balls felt amazing, but I didn't want the night to end yet. "Get on my cock." I ordered Lauren as I slid down so I was lying on the bed. Before I knew it, Lauren had straddled over me and had impaled my cock deep inside her wet pussy.

She moaned so loud as her pussy stretched around my cock and she began to move up and down, I started to thrust upwards to match her strokes, her breathing was once again increasing and I knew her orgasm was not going to take very long.

I pulled Bridget up to sit on my face, I quickly licked her clit causing her body to quiver, before moving my tongue to her pussy and tasting her for the first time that night. Her pussy tasted so sweet and I drove my tongue deep inside it, I heard a moan escape her lips and her juices began to flow into my mouth. Lauren continued to ride my cock as fast as she could her moans were increasing and I knew she was coming close. I grabbed onto her hips and began to thrust as deep as I could, sending her into the throws of another orgasm. I continued to thrust hard, lengthening her orgasm till she couldn't handle it any longer and collapsed exhausted on the bed.

I turned Bridget around into a 69 and she took my cock straight into her mouth as I fucked my tongue deep inside her pussy. As I thrust my cock deep into her throat causing her to gag, I slipped both my thumbs into her tight arsehole and began to stretch it open with my tongue still deep in her pussy. She brought her hand down to rub her clit as she continued to choke on my cock. She suddenly pulled up off my cock and let out a scream as I fucked both her holes with my fingers and tongue, causing her to orgasm so hard that her juices began to squirt straight into my mouth.

This was so hot that I knew my orgasm would come and any moment. I rolled Bridget of my face; "I'm going to cover both your faces with my hot cum." I announced as I began to stroke my cock. The girls moved together and had a look of lust and longing in their eyes as they watched me stroking my hard cock. My orgasm ripped through my body as cum erupted from my cock, shooting hot sticky ropes, landing first across Bridget's chin and coating her lips, the next rope I aimed towards Lauren which shot straight into her open mouth.

I heard her moan as she tasted my cum and I continued to orgasm as I watched Bridget lick the cum from her lips, I aimed a little higher and shot the next into Bridget's lustful eyes.

I then pushed my cock into Lauren's mouth as she sucked out the remaining cum before turning to Bridget to kiss her, watching the twins share my cum was one of the hottest things I have ever seen.

The girls continued to lick up my cum, not allowing a single drop to be wasted. I collapsed onto my bed between the girls completely exhausted and as I drifted off to sleep I couldn't help but think that this had been the best day of my life and wondered what was in store for the future.

Life Begins at 40



At 40 years old, Casey no longer expected Prince Charming to come charging up and sweep her off her feet. In fact, she didn't expect him to arrive at all. There are certain times in a woman's life when she knows that the possibility of some events are over, and this was one of them. So, why was she so excited about the emails she'd received from Stan? Seriously, it was re-friggin-diculous!

Casey felt too old for a casual, flirty romance, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she hoped some kind of romance was still possible. After all, she wasn't ugly. She wasn't a prom queen, or a leggy model, and by no stretch of the imagination could she be confused with the awful stereotype of womanhood that pervades the media these days. She was, however, pretty in her own right, with cinnamon-brown hair, cut to her chin in a short and easy to maintain style. She had deep, hazel green eyes, and pretty good skin that didn't need makeup as a rule, although eyeliner made her feel 'dressed up'. Her problem, if one must be defined, was her size. BBW is the term most in use now, but she liked full-figured. Her chest was her most redeeming physical feature, and it helped to make the rest of her seem proportional. If she could just find a man who appreciated her as she was, she believed her chances that romance would find her increased exponentially.

Casey met Stan through an online personal ad. It took several months of false starts to build up the courage to submit the ad, and when she finally did, WOW! The vast number of responses took her breath away. Soon, though, it became problematic, since most men seemed to want a sexual encounter, or at the very least, wanted the conversation to turn sexual immediately. It all made Casey feel very uncomfortable, like a piece of meat, a hole presumably waiting to be filled. Did no one want her for her personality? Did anyone even read her profile? How did anyone expect to find lasting happiness by banging the first person that came along - before discovering that person's true self?

Large women had always been attractive to Stan. He admired the shape and jiggle of a high, round butt, the heft of DDD breasts, and the soft round belly ready to cushion him as he lay between full thighs. But Casey's ad was different from the others he'd responded to in the past. She had given her profile sketch so much thought that her personality glowed through the words. He found her sarcastic humor irresistible. He loved how she described herself as a feminist, yet between the lines he gleaned her desire to be cared for, cherished, even controlled by another. The notions she had about men were ruefully accurate, at least when applied to the majority. He hoped she'd find him an exception to the rule.

To Casey, Stan was the exception to the rule. His first response to her ad was to praise her intelligence in a truly meaningful way, by admitting that he was attracted to her physical description, but intrigued by her honesty about it. He said she didn't draw on any of the coy euphemisms other women of size employed. She clearly had a grasp of language and how to use it properly, which captivated his attention, he wrote. Casey was instantly hooked!

The first messages from Stan gave Casey some clues into his personality. He loved animals, travel and homemade chipotle chili. He preferred his exercise in the form of outdoor activities, but went to the gym to keep his doctor happy. He'd been married for nine years, but his wife had died in a fiery car accident. Everything he told her about himself illustrated the loving nature of his character: his easygoing attitudes contrasted with his impatience for bad drivers, his traditional view of manners versus his admiration and support of feminism.  

He was refreshingly frank in all matters, but never treated sex as a standard topic for their nightly messages. In fact, she had almost begun to worry that he wasn't interested in any kind of physical relationship until one night about three months after they 'met'. As they were instant messaging, he asked her out of the blue when was the last time she'd masturbated. A little stunned, she responded, "last night." He asked her to tell him about it, saying that he hoped she wasn't offended, but he was so curious he couldn't help but ask. 

Casey felt self-conscious, but decided that describing masturbation via email was harmless enough. Then she decided to be as frank and graphic as possible. It would either cement or doom their relationship, she thought. To put some of the pressure back on him, though, she agreed only if he would do the same. Stan promised, and she began her tale.

"I read through some stories on Literotica, which always drive me wild. I lay on my bed in my low-necked silk nightie, and rubbed my nipples through the whisper-thin fabric. I pulled and twisted my nipples, and lifted my breasts to suck them myself, (an advantage of large breasts!). One of my favorite ways to masturbate is to use my vibrating dildo. I rubbed it along my slit, making it slippery and slick, then slowly, gently rubbed it at the opening of my ass. Turned up full blast, it can send me over the edge by itself if I let it. But last night I wanted to come several times, so I carefully held back the speed to just a minor vibration. I pulled my breasts out over the top of my nightie, which made them stand up tall. I rubbed and tickled myself all over, then put one hand on my pussy and one on my right tit. I reached down to increase the vibe speed and started sliding my fingers along my slit. My clit was sticking out through my pussy hair as if it were reaching for my fingers to caress it, so I did, rubbing it first with one finger, then two - one on each side. It only took a few strokes before my first orgasm hit, a tiny little one that made my body jerk, but left me wanting more."

Her story continued for several more orgasms, but Stan was hardly reading anymore. He had his cock out from the first sentence and was jacking it for all he was worth. As he erupted into projectile spurts, he knew he had to meet this woman! He didn't want to spook her, though, so he waited through several more weeks of daily emails, with lots of descriptive episodes, before asking her to meet him. 

One particular conversation involved Casey's explanation of why she felt her relationships never seemed to work out. Sex was fun and she enjoyed it, but she always felt inhibited, not just by her body's size, but her apparent inability to have an orgasm by someone else's stimulation. It was one of those conversations Casey thought had gone too far, and she hoped Stan didn't remember it.

The agreed to meet at Carlucci's for drinks, and if they each liked what they saw, they would stay for dinner. Stan arrived first, and tipped the waiter an extra twenty for the perfect table: not too central, but not hidden in some corner by the kitchen. He wanted Casey's first impression of him to be one of comfort, not fear that she'd be jumped by a raving sex maniac at the first opportunity. 

As Casey walked in the door, Stan knew her immediately. It wasn't by what she was wearing, which she'd told him the night before, but by the way she looked across the room directly at him. Both of them had recognized the other instantly, that's how honestly they'd been with each other. Casey knew in her heart that no other relationship would ever be the same.

Stan greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, and helped her to her seat. "I ordered for us already. I hope you don't mind," he said softly. He was suddenly worried that she might take offense at his small streak of chauvinism.

"No, I don't mind," she said, just as softly. God, she thought, I have described my genitalia to him, why do I feel so shy NOW? 

Dinner came in three courses, her favorites, as he'd garnered from previous conversations. It began with an antipasto of tomatoes and buffalo mozzarella with basil and balsamic vinegar, followed by spaghetti Bolognese, and finished with cannolli and espresso. Simple and delicious, the perfect meal to get to know each other, Casey thought. 

"Now it's time for a gift," said Stan.

"What a coincidence, I have one for you, too," laughed Casey. "You first."

Stan handed her a small box from the custom jewelry store downtown. Inside was a pair of earrings, sterling filigree, with a small emerald in each one.

"Holy Cow!" she whispered. "They're beautiful, but..."

"Hey, before you get all - 'I can't accept them, they're too expensive'- they're not, and I wanted you to have something stunning to remember our first face-to-face date, so don't argue!" Stan said with a smile. He felt like he'd just won the lottery, the pleasure of her reaction was so intense.

"Ok. Wow, thank you, Stan, they're beautiful." Casey removed her hoops and put on the new earrings. "How do they look?"

"Well, they didn't look like much in the box, but now that they have a proper showcase, they look fabulous." Stan reached over to kiss her hand. 

Casey's heart was aflutter, overwhelmed not only by the generous gift, but also by the look of lusty admiration in Stan's eyes. Suddenly, she remembered the gift she had for him, and became terribly self-conscious. The idea for the gift came from that first amazing night of mutual masturbation and stories they had shared. It was the first time she'd ever thought to give a man something so personal and suggestive.

"Here, I hope you like it. It's seems kind of corny now, and doesn't compare at all to what you just gave me, but, oh, hell, here." She shoved a large, flat box in his hands.

Stan shook the hand he still held and said, "Gifts are always wonderful, no matter the cost, right? I know I'll love it." He lifted the top of the box and began to laugh. Inside were a navy blue silk negligee, a jar of chipotle powder, and a coupon for a home-cooked dinner at Chez Casey, street clothes optional. 

At Casey's blush, Stan laughed even harder. He said, "I almost did the exact same thing, but I didn't want you to think I was pressuring you."

"Do you think I'm pressuring you?" asked Casey anxiously.

"Hell, no, sweetheart. I would love to eat chili at your house, and we can save the nightie until we're both ready, ok?"

Stan saw Casey visibly relax, and realized how much it had taken for her to make that first move toward a sexual relationship. It made him think about what she'd told him of her past experiences, how inhibited she had always felt about her body. Clearly, their Internet discussions had loosened some of her inhibitions. She was finally giving herself permission to explore her sexuality. He hoped the trend continued.

Two weeks later, Stan arrived at Casey's house with a six-pack of Heineken, roses, and a bag of gourmet dog biscuits. "Make the dog happy, the owner is happy," he said with grin. As Casey greeted him at the door, he had his first glimpse of her at-home personality. The tiny house she owned was neat and tastefully decorated, but all the décor had some special meaning to her. It wasn't just bric-a-brac from Pier One. The walls displayed needlework her grandmother had done, or pictures of places she'd traveled. The furniture consisted of a blend of family antiques and modern overstuffed seating, a pleasant mix of old and new. Closeness, comfort, and warmth permeated the rooms. He wondered what her bedroom looked like. 

Casey was out-of-her-mind nervous as Stan walked in, and tremendously turned on. She couldn't keep her thoughts off of their last email yesterday. In it, Stan had described how this evening would go, and had told her, demanded, that she do as he ask. God, how it excited her, but she was also beyond apprehensive. Did she know him well enough to play out this scenario? Could she trust him not to hurt her, either physically or emotionally? "What, am I crazy?" she cried silently. "Well, it's too late to worry about it now, stupid. You've already let him in the house! Besides, you are too revved up yourself to think of backing out now."

The evening began innocuously enough. They dined on chili and beer, and decided to wait to indulge in the triple chocolate truffles Casey had made. After tidying up, they took the dog for a stroll around the neighborhood, admiring the historic houses and well-kept gardens. As they turned toward her home again, Casey began to feel jittery, anticipating the night to come. 

Alex let Casey get the dog fed and settled with a chew toy. Now there was no reason for her to delay the rest of the evening. He knew the anticipation was beginning to wear on her, feeling her hands shake as he led her to the couch. 

"Now comes the thing I wrote about last night, my deepest, most special fantasy," he whispered as he nuzzled her ear. "Are you ready to begin?"

"I guess I'm ready, Alex, but I don't really know what you want me to do," she said in a voice strained with anxiety and excitement.

"Then you've learned the first lesson of the evening very quickly. Knowing what is to come prevents you from really experiencing our first time together, so I decided to just eliminate that problem. So, first you must agree to do everything I ask, even if it makes you uncomfortable. Do you agree?"

Casey hesitated for a second or two, trying to see if there was any real danger to his request. "If I say no, what will happen?"

"A valid question, sweetheart. The answer is nothing will happen. No pressure, no arm-twisting. I'll just go home now. Is that what you want?"

"No, God no," she cried, laughing. "Ok, I agree to do everything you ask, as long as you promise not to hurt me. I've read those stories, too, you know. Clamps and chains and whipping are not of any interest to me."

"Fair enough, no whips or chains. But from now on, you cannot make any other caveat to the evening's adventures. You must trust me to do what will make us both feel good."

She nodded, leaving Alex with a sense of relief at her acquiescence, and challenged by her calmness. That's the first thing to go, he said to himself. "Show me your bedroom, please Casey," he demanded. 

A little nervous at his tone, Casey complied, leading him up the stairs. When they reached the landing, he stopped her. Alex had some preparations to make to the room, and knew that waiting in the hallway would increase both her curiosity and her trepidation. He pulled her to him in a long, lingering kiss, then walked into the room and closed the door.

Alex quickly opened the drawer to the nightstand and found the two things he knew were hidden there: her vibrator and a sleeping mask. He removed a small package from his jacket pocket and laid it on the bed next to the other items. He lit the candles in the room and placed the low-backed vanity chair in the center of the space, away from any other furniture. Finally, he removed his clothing and crawled under the covers. "You may come in now, Casey," he called to her. 

She entered the room and gasped to see him in her bed, then smiled to see the items laid out on the bedspread. She looked at him and waited for her next instructions, thinking that this was more exciting than she ever imagined.

"Please stand at the foot of the bed and remove your clothing, as slowly and seductively as you can."

Grinning widely in laughter and a little shyness, Casey surreptitiously removed her loafers as she began to unbutton her silk blouse. She had a flash vision in her head of stripper music playing, which made her giggle. At Alex's frown, she tried to sober her expression, but it was difficult. Button after button came free, until the blouse was hanging open. She shrugged her shoulders, making it slide down her arms to her fingertips, then casually tossed it to the floor. Her pants were next, a snap and slowly lowered zipper. She decided it would be sexier to turn around, showing off her butt as the pants sank to the carpet. She was SO glad she'd worn the new thong panties, purchased on a whim just the day before. She looked over her shoulder at Alex, and was surprised to see the expression of lust on his face. The bedcovers were tenting, too.

"I must be doing a good job."

"No more talking! Get on with it." Alex was disgruntled at his lack of control. She was just so incredibly sexy.

Casey faced him again. The bra was, unfortunately she felt, one of the industrial-strength-type she needed to keep everything in place, but at least it was a pretty black satin. She lowered first one strap and then the other, and reached behind her to unhook the clasps. 

"Wait," Alex demanded. "Leave the clasps connected, and sit in the chair."

She sat with her back to Alex. The chair was cool to Casey's skin. The skin not covered by the thong very sensitive to temperature and texture, and she felt herself wetting the fabric of the seat.

Alex rose from the bed and approached the chair so Casey couldn't see him. He yanked the sleeping mask over her eyes, startling her. He pulled her tits out of the bra cups. The mask, the straps of her bra holding her arms to her sides, and the sensation of being seen but not seeing were all causing ripples of sexual tension to run along her spine. Alex added to the spice by slowly, achingly slowly, running his hands along her shoulders and neck.

"You mentioned this several times as being your most sensitive spot. I can see that you were telling the truth by the catch in your breath and the hardness of your nipples. Now I must discover what else drives you wild." 

God, she thought, now what? Casey's heart felt like it might leap right out of her chest in anticipation of Stan's next 'discovery'.

She heard the vibrator began to hum behind her. Alex leaned down to start at her feet, leisurely sliding the tip of it along her toes. As he drew it up her leg, he watched her face for signs. The inner thigh was one of her spots, he thought as goose bumps rose up on her legs. He quickly moved to her butt, careful to avoid the deep crack barely covered by the thong. The vibrator tickled its way along her sides up to her shoulders, and she jerked at the sensations.  At her neck, he made feather-light touches with the vibrator, never making full contact. He could see the tiny hairs standing up and goose bumps forming on her skin. Her breath was becoming more like panting, and she groaned a long, drawn out whimper of desire.

"Lie down on the bed spread-eagled and take off the thong. I don't want any obstructions around that beautiful pussy." Casey felt so turned on she wasn't even shy about exposing herself that way. She lay on the center of the bed, spreading her arms and legs widely. Stan opened the small package he had brought and quickly used the four silk ropes to tie Casey to the bedposts. She gasped as she felt him strap her hands and feet, but fear dissipated as he leaned over to kiss and suck on her nipples as he removed her bra. 

"I've strapped you down to help you," he said. "In this way, I can pleasure you beyond what you think you can handle. There will be no touch but stimulation from now on, and you are powerless to stop it. Don't fight it, just relax and experience the intensity without fear. And just to reassure you that it will be nothing but pleasure, remember this. If you want me to stop, you must say 'popcorn', and I will stop. Saying 'stop' won't work - that's a word we can play with, ok?"

Casey nodded, shivering with excitement, and tried not to be afraid. It was so weird, waiting in the dark for Stan's next move. It took all her courage to just lie there quietly, waiting.

"Excellent, my sweet. I can see you are ready to begin." Stan used his fingertips to slowly trace the outline of her breasts, watching the nipples contract and grow tall. He continued down her body, discovering the ticklish parts and the sensual spots along the way. At her feet, Stan bent down to suck her toes, then began to lick a trail up her leg. Skipping the junction of her thighs, her continued to lick up to her beautiful tits. He held one in his hands, squeezing gently to make it stand out taut, and covered the nipple with long, wet laps of his tongue. Reaching over her body to the other one, he pulled it close to the first and caressed both nipples with one swipe. Casey's body was in constant motion, trying to entice him to touch her pussy. He laughed as she inadvertently pulled her breasts from his hands.




Life Begins At 40?



Darius sat in his chair, waiting, for Candy to arrive. He had summoned her to join him at 11.30pm, and he knew that she would not dare to be late. Why that time specifically? Because, 30 minutes later, on the 21st, it would be her 40th birthday.

Darius was going to give her a birthday gift that she would never ever forget, for as long as she lived. At 11.30 promptly, she entered the room, as he had known she would, her eyes lowered, as she knelt before him, whispering softly,

“I am here Sir, as commanded at the appointed hour.”

Darius smiled down at her, she was so beautiful, how lucky he had been to fund such a willing and loyal submissive. He remembered so well their first encounter, it was on the Internet. They met in a chatroom, and there was an instant rapport between them. Talking for two or three hours a night, building the relationship. The friendship growing rapidly as they became closer, the Internet chats were soon replaced by phone calls. That was when Candy first brought up the subject of the submissive, and how she felt drawn towards the lifestyle. Darius of course was already Dominant, had been for a few years, and Candy was happy for him to introduce her to BDSM. He showed her sites on the Internet, where she could read up on the subject. Eventually, they agreed to meet, just for a coffee, not wanting to rush anything. It was a momentous day for them both, the physical attraction was instant, the mental attraction already being well established, it was not long before they were together as a couple. They were not yet living together, but he knew, given time that they would.

“Welcome Candy, it is good that you are on time, and dressed as I desired, you may remove the long coat now, and show me what you have for my pleasure.”

Candy smiled at him, this man, her Master now, the man who held her heart in his hands. Meeting him had been such a joy, it almost seemed like fate had intervened. She had been at the lowest point in her life, on the edge of depression, when he arrived, and now, she would lie down and die for him if he commanded it. Rising, she stood in front of him, unbuttoning her long leather coat slowly, giving him tantalising glimpses of her body. A stocking clad leg, the swell of a breast. She twirled around slowly, and let the coat slip from her shoulders, standing before him. Her legs were parted, the black 4 and a half inch heeled shoes accentuating them. 

Her leg muscles (finely toned from her visits to the pool three times a week), taut and sleek beneath the black silk stockings. The pert cheeks of her butt, jiggling lightly as she wiggled for him. The thin black line of her garter belt, so stark against the smooth white skin of her back. Her hands were raised, resting on her head, as she slowly turned to face him. Watching his eyes, as he looked at her breasts, which he adored so much. 36DD, and perfectly natural, her best asset she knew, and also her pride and joy.

He smiled at her,

“Beautiful Candy, as always, and I se that my nipples are at attention, as indeed they should be. You have done well my angel, I am pleased, and you may kneel before me, for I feel the need.”

Candy smiled back in return, this was what she had hoped for, the instruction to pleasure him, to take out that magnificent cock, and to delight in making her Master cum hard. Candy had always loved to give head, even though she hated that particular phrase, from the first tentative licks she had made as a teenager. The feeling of a man’s hard cock in her mouth, nothing could match it, the power she felt as he drew nearer ands nearer to his orgasm. The way his body would tense, and then she would pull back, lick on his balls, trying to prolong the pleasure. She always thought it was a great shame, that her man could not multi orgasm, as she did, one after the other, in quick succession. 

She fell to her knees, as gracefully as she could, and crawled towards him, their eyes locked. An invisible outpouring of love and respect was passing between them. He parted his knees, as he shifted in his chair, moving slightly lower, to improve the access for ndy. She reached out, taking hold of his belt, and releasing the buckle, then opening the button on his pants. Candy licked her lips slowly, as she squeezed and stroked him through his pants, watching as his eyes closed, and he moaned quietly. She leaned a little closer, and taking the zipper in her teeth, used her mouth to pull it down, and opened up his pants. He was rock hard; she had known that from when she squeezed him a little, and now, Candy wrapped the silk of his boxers, around his shaft, holding it tightly as she licked the head through his shorts. Stroking him all the while. Feeling his legs stretching out each side of her, she placed her hand inside the waistband, pulling out and down, letting his shaft jump free, and using her other hand, to lift out his wonderful balls.

Smiling up at him, she used just the tip of her tongue, caressing the soft slit on the head, licking gently at the precum that was already starting to ooze from him. One hand was wrapped around his shaft, stroking, and pumping him slowly, as her tongue swirled around the head, teasing him. She moved her head slightly, and licked down one side, right to his groin, and back up the other side, as he moaned in pleasure. Covering the head, she gripped firmly with her lips, sucking hard, forming a vacuum almost, as she took him inside. Slowly, purposefully, sliding deeper and deeper into her, until she felt him touch the back of her throat. She started to hum, vibrating against his hard cock, knowing how wild it drove him, feeling him tensing already, but it was too soon,

“Not yet My Master,” she said to herself “Not yet.”

Releasing his cock, she started to lick his balls, opening her mouth, to suck one inside, her tongue playing with it, as her hand held his shaft, stroking, slowly, nothing urgent yet. Opening her mouth wider, she pushed his other ball inside, probing and moving them with her tongue, sucking on them as he cried out.

“Now Candy, make me cum NOW, NOW.”

She smiled sweetly up at him, as she released his saliva soaked gonads, thinking to her self,

“Oh yes Master, you will cum now, and cum fucking hard too, fill my slutty mouth you fucker, I want to taste you, drink you, every fucking last drop will be mine.”

She grasped his twitching cock in her hand, and covered the head again with her mouth. Gripping as tight as she could, scraping her teeth on his shaft. Candy’s hand started pumping him, faster and faster, as she sucked, as hard as she could. Her tongue was dancing around the head of his cock. Faster, she yanked at him, harder, feeling him tensing, shaking, and then crying out as he exploded into her hot wet mouth.

“YESSS Candy, yes, oh fuck yesssssssssssssssssssss.”

She felt his cum, as it splashed into her, hitting her inner cheeks, and throat, as she swallowed hungrily. Taking hold of his balls, squeezing them as she milked him, taking everything he had to offer. She loved the sensation of his cream, slipping into her throat, liquid velvet she called it. She looked up at Darius, his eyes were closed, and his mouth open, releasing his cock, she licked a few droplets of his seed, from around her mouth, then smiled, speaking to him.

“Is Master pleased with His subbie Sir?”

Darius opened his eyes,

“Yes Candy, He is pleased, and you my dear, now you shall receive your reward.”

Candy waited, as Darius corrected his clothing, then he stood, motioning her to follow him. He walked to the door that led downstairs, to the Chamber. Candy followed, two paces behind him, her eyes taking in everything in this room, as she descended the stairs. She knew from experience that He only used it on special occasions, and was delighted he had chosen to do so tonight. She could see the braziers, clipped to the walls, burning brightly, their flames seeming to flicker all around the room The antique welsh dresser, containing the silver and gold goblets and accoutrements, stood against the wall. Opposite the St. Andrews Cross, which had been pushed back out of the way. Stepping from the staircase, as she reached the bottom.

She took in the equipment hanging from the walls, various paddles and floggers, the handcuffs and shackles, also seeing the spreader bars, now up against the ceiling. Then she noticed that the bedding was gone from the four-poster, just a bottom sheet was on it, dark blue and probably silk she guessed. In the centre of the bed lay a pillow, and three clean white towels, angel turned to look at her Master. Placing his forefinger against his lips, he gave her the message to be quiet.

Candy obeyed, the only sounds in the room, being their breathing, the ticking of the Grandfather clock, and the soft hum of the extractor fan, necessary to remove the fumes from the gas fired braziers. Candy was unsure what was happening, and desperate to ask, but dare not, for fear of incurring His wrath. She heard the clock start to strike twelve, for it was midnight, as she looked at Darius, he smiled, nodding his head slowly, and spoke to her.

“Candy, it is midnight, on the eve of your birthday, and now, sweet Candy, you have reached a milestone in your life. Forty years, and your beauty becomes more enchanting with every passing day my dear. Tonight, I, your Lord and Master, will demonstrate to you, that life does indeed begin at forty. I bring you a gift, a gift to transport you, where few ever go. A gift of such passion, that your mind will almost leave your body, within your throes of ecstasy. But first, I must prepare you, for you need to be wet, not just wet, you need to be dripping with your honey, to receive my favour, my gift, and my love.”

Taking hold of the pillow and towels, he moved them away slightly, and instructed Candy to lie on the bed, with her feet on the floor. She smiled at him, feeling somewhat bemused at what he promised, not really understanding, yet knowing that he would not hurt her.

Candy lay back as commanded, smiling up at him as he stood over her. Delighted when he leaned to kiss her, just grazing her lips, then licking them softly. His tongue as light as a delicate feather, coaxing, and teasing her. She accepted his tongue, rolling her against him, as she felt his fingertips on her breasts. He kneaded them, stroking her hard erect nipples, as she sucked on his tongue. Darius could feel her squirming beneath him; he knew that she was aroused already, but not enough yet, not for what he had planned.

Breaking from the kiss, he licked down her neck, sucking on the soft skin there, and let his hand trail to her stomach, circling her navel with his fingers, and pressing it in a little. Candy was sighing softly, letting her mind and body sink into the pleasure that He, her Lord and Master, was giving to her. Candy felt his tongue, licking over the rise of her breasts, and arched her back, offering them to Him, he circled each nipple with his tongue, never quite touching them, and raised his head to look at her. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love, and need, Darius placed his fingers on her lips, then slipped one into her open mouth, feeling it close around him, as she licked and sucked, mimicking what she had done to his cock not long before.

He withdrew his finger, and walked to the edge of the bed, where he instructed Candy to place the pillow under her hips. Candy was intrigued by this, and desperate to ask Him why, but she knew better, she knew that al would be revealed soon. Darius raised Candy’s legs up on to the bed, spreading them and settling before her. He could see she was wet, but not wet enough for his purposes. Reaching out his hand, and using the finger that was covered in her saliva, he placed it against the tip of Candy’s clit. She moaned softly, as he started to move it from side to side, wiggling it incessantly. Not a word was spoken, as he played her rosebud, rubbing it, then sliding the flat of his finger against it, taking great care not to touch her pussy lips. Her juices were flowing now, he could see them weeping from her, trickling down to her sweet little asshole.

He lifted his finger, as she stared at him, imploring him,

“Please Sir, don’t stop, please.”

He touched her asshole, rubbing his fingertip in her wetness, and then stroked her lips, just parting them fractionally, as she squirmed beneath him. Looking into her eyes, he first licked his finger, and then lowered his head to lick her clit, flicking his tongue at the tip, before covering her with his lips, and pulling with them. Sucking her clit, as his tongue played on it, tugging and licking faster and faster. Darius knew that Candy wanted to cum, she didn’t need to say, he raised his head slightly, and, inserting his finger into her, whispered,

“Cum baby, cum for Me now”

Candy’s orgasm rocked her body, her hip thrusting as she pulled at her nipples, crying out in ecstasy at the joy of it. Darius watched her, and kissed her sweet sex as she subsided, before slipping a finger inside her, pushing it as far as he could, before dragging back against the wall. He wanted her G spot, to rub it, and make her cum again, harder; he needed her to keep cumming, for what he had in mind. He rubbed her G spot, circling, and stroking, and leaned in to lick her clit again, after telling her she could cum at her own will. He bit gently on her clit, and she screamed out, as her muscle gripped his finger, and started flexing as she again came. He eased his finger from her, smiling as he licked them, before taking a bowl from the table, and a small bottle.

Darius placed the bowl on the floor, and opening the bottle of “Wet Platinum” lubricant, poured some into the bowl. He then placed his right hand in the bowl, as he started to lick Candy, she was wet, her pussy lips engorged, but not enough yet. He licked her slowly, sensually, as his thumb stroked her hard clit, flicking it back and forth as she moaned in pleasure. Raising his head a little, he smiled at her, and placed his right hand against her pussy, spreading the lube, coating her lips. He spread them wide with his fingers, exposing her love hole, and pushed three fingers inside, opening her up, spreading them, she started to shake, but he kept going, working on her sex.

Again he picked up the bottle, and, as carefully as he could, he poured some lube right inside her, and used his fingers to spread it, twisting his hand back and forth. Candy cried out,

“Please Sir, fist me, please, fist your subbie.”

Darius smiled, and spoke softly.

“Oh my sweet, I can promise you something much better than that, something that will remain with you forever.”

He lifted the bowl to the bed, and Candy watched, as he went to pick something from it, then she gasped, she could not believe what he had there. Darius was lifting something bright and shiny from the bowl, it was a chain, chromed and highly polished, the links about an inch long, he smiled at her.

“For you my love, just for you.”

Candy was dumbstruck, the chain trick, she had heard of it, and now, He had a chain, right here. She watched as he placed the bowl on the floor, and made himself comfortable. The chain had been pre-warmed before being covered in the lubricant. Darius parted her lips, and slowly pushed the first link between them. Taking hold of the second link, he pushed it inside the first one, taking great care not to pinch Candy, and then another, and then a fourth one. He stopped, and looked at her, she was smiling happily, eyes closed, abandoning her body to him. He pushed his finger into her pussy, using it to push the chain as far as he could, and then rubbed it on her g spot, before licking her clit, making her moan even louder.

He poured more of the lube onto her pussy, spreading it inside and out, before starting with more links. He was not sure how much chain to use, but he was confident that the four foot long length he had purchased would be adequate. . Slowly, surely, he inserted more of the links in, occasionally stopping, and pushing them inside as far as he could. Each time caressing her G spot, and licking her clit a little, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, but not allowing it to happen. He had inserted about 18 inches, when he told her to turn over, and get on her knees. He wanted her to feel the weight of the chain, hanging from her sex.

Candy l had never known anything like it, her pussy was being filled, stretched, the nerve ending were alive, she tingled more than she had ever thought possible. Kneeling, feeling the chain hanging, rubbing against her clit, she begged to be allowed to cum. But Darius would have none of it, saying softly but firmly.

“When I tell you Candy, not before.”

He carefully continued, another six links, and he rubbed the chain against her clit, as she moaned and sighed. Again he stopped, and slid his finger inside, it was getting more difficult to do that now, but he persisted, rubbing her spot with his fingertip. She cried out again

“PLEASE SIR”

“No, not yet, and now turn over again Candy, with your knees high and wide.”

He slowed down now, one link at a time, then waiting, allowing her vagina walls to stretch, then another one, he looked at how much chain he had left, it was about 15 inches, and he knew, that soon, she would be as full as she could be. He instructed her to squeeze down on the chain, while he licked her. She was in paradise, her pussy full, feeling the weight of the chain, and her man licking her clit, as his finger pushed inside, barely reaching her g spot now. Darius inserted four more links, and then stopped, it was almost time. He smiled at her, and then started to lick her, and suck on her clit, he wanted her on the very edge, way out in subspace.

She was almost screaming at him to let her cum, her pussy flexing and throbbing around the chain, every nerve in her body felt alive. He raised his head, and stood looking at he, as he took hold of the chain, right next to her sex, his knuckles brushing her swollen lips. He spoke to Candy, telling her to take hold of the mattress with both hands. He could see the imploring look in her eyes as he moved his body to the side slightly, taking a firm grip on the chain, wrapping it around his hands. He smiled down at her, not wanting her to be ready, he wanted to catch her off her guard, of that was possible. He spoke to her.

“Candy?”

Before she could even begin to formulate an answer, he ripped the chain from her pussy, in one very fast movement. Candy screamed, an ear splitting noise, that to be honest had him worried for a second or two. And then she started gushing, squirting her cum from her pussy, much harder than Darius had ever seen previously, she was shouting as she thrashed on the bed

“OH MY GOD, OH MY FUCKING GOD, JESUS CHRIST, FUCK YES, YESSSSSSS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.”

She could not seem to stop cumming, as Darius took hold of the center of the chain, surprised by how hot it was, and lowered it onto Candy’s stomach, as he saw that she was crying, but not tears of pain, that much he knew. She watched, unable to believe the weight of it, thinking to herself.

“That heavy chain was inside me, holy fuck, oh my God, why did he wait so long, fuck me yes..”

Slowly she eased, with the aftershocks lessening gradually, Darius moved to her, lifting her up a little, and taking her in his arms. He kissed her face, kissing away her tears of ecstasy. The spasms still occasionally rocking her, as she tried to smile, and whispered.

“Thank you Sir, that was amazing, un fucking believable, thank you, thank you.”

Darius smiled back.

“You see Candy, life really does begin at 40 does it not?”



Life Begins at 40



"Are you going crazy, yet, sweetheart?" he teased. "No? Well, let me see what I can do to turn up the heat." He removed the last item from the small package, a slender red vibrator with a wide flange base. He put it into her hand and said, "Do you know what this is, Casey?"

"No. Wait, it's a dildo of some kind, right? But, it's shaped differently from the one I have."

"Yes, I know. It's a butt plug and it vibrates." He watched her face closely, saw her wariness as she digested the information, and was delighted when the wariness changed to anticipation.

"No, I don't want you to use it," she declared loudly.

"Do you want me to stop? You know the word," Stan said. "Well?"  Stan was THRILLED. She had understood what he meant about playing with words, and was integrating it into their adventure without prompting. It was more than he had ever hoped for.

"Don't use it, please!" she cried.

"I will use it, now!" Stan reached down to spread her lips wide and dipped the vibe into her drenched pussy. He rubbed it along her slit to coat her rosebud with juice, and gently pressed it against her hole. She jumped as Stan flicked his thumb across her clit, making her forget the intrusion below. Suddenly, she felt vibrations shoot through her entire body, as Stan turned on the plug. It helped widen her enough to seat the flange behind her sphincter muscle. Now, she was filled with outrageous sensations, much more intense than just touching her hole with the vibrator. 

Stan could see how close Casey was, so he backed off a little to continue the torment. He began to alternately stroke her mound and rub along the outsides of her pussy lips, then kiss and suck her tits and finally, kiss her deeply, his tongue diving and curling with hers.  Casey felt as if she were floating, riding caressing currents of air. Her hands clenched and unclenched in a steady rhythm that Stan found irresistible. He pushed his rock-hard cock close enough to get her attention. She grabbed onto it like a lifeline, pulling and squeezing, smearing his pre-cum along the shaft in an attempt to return some of what she was experiencing.

Finally, Stan realized that he couldn't delay it any longer. He quickly turned her over, retying her hands and feet, but putting her on her knees. He climbed onto the bed, bending over her to nibble at her neck. He reached under to find her clit as he chewed her neck and shoulders. He could feel the vibe through his balls, forcing him to concentrate on not coming. Casey was moaning uncontrollably now, rolling her hips to meet his fingers. She felt the tension mounting, tightening, becoming almost painful, but still reaching for that pinnacle. Of its own volition, Stan's cock found the entrance to Casey's pussy. He tensed at the sensation of soft, wet skin against the knob and could not hold back any longer. He plunged into her pussy just as Casey's orgasm hit. She screamed in release, slamming back on his cock to prolong the pulsing twitches. On the outstroke, Stan reached down to increase the vibrator's speed, which made Casey come again. Four times she was sent over the edge before Stan grabbed her hips and plunged with one last thrust into her depths. He locked his hips into hers and poured his come deep inside. 

Stan reached over her to pull the silk cords loose, then collapsed on top of her as she fell to the bed, seemingly unconscious. Slowly, he removed the butt plug from her gorgeous ass, and gently thrust his softening cock into the opening. He wanted to feel her in this way but didn't have the energy to go any further. 

"Hey, can't a body get a nap around here?" she joked. 

To Be Continued.



Life Begins at Forty



My fortieth birthday had just gone by the previous week, with quite a fanfare of celebration. The years just seemed to have flown by. I sat back at my desk in the basement and reminisced the last twenty years. Moreover, perhaps puzzling what changes I should have made, if any at all. Or would all that had gone on this last month be an indication of the next decade. 

My teenage life was uneventful, I had a few girlfriends but nothing much happened until I was nineteen, then Jane appeared on the scene. Thinking about it now, it had not been very eventful after I met her either; she wanted to save herself for marriage so I too remained a virgin, though not from choice. We did manage a bit of fingering and hand wanking on the rare occasion, but nothing much more than that. We got married when I was twenty-one and she was twenty. 

We both finally lost our virginity on our first night of marriage and neither of us found it to be the great enlightenment is was supposed to be. We tried again a few more times ending up with Jane becoming pregnant after three months, and in due course our first daughter was born. Our sex life was on hold during the pregnancy and did not resume until a few months after Tanya was born. 

Within another three months Jane was pregnant again and our second daughter Dee arrived to make the family complete in Jane's eyes. Our sex life never did really recover after that as far as fucking went, Jane still liked me to lick her clit to orgasm, which I did enjoy, and she would hand wank me as a thank you.

By now I was working for myself as a building contractor and Jane was a part time office girl in a small local realty company. Our girls were growing up and I had even started to take computer classes to keep up with them. Everything was rolling along nice and smoothly despite the almost complete lack of sex in our marriage. 

It was just before my thirty-fifth birthday that things began to change.. First came the news that Jane's boss, Mr. Green at the Realty office had died, so Jane started working full time until his widow decided what to do with the business. We were shocked to find out a few weeks later that Jane had been left the business in Mr. Green's will, plus a substantial sum of money. 

I stopped working immediately to give Jane the time to go to Realtor school and study for her license. The girls were now in their mid teens and could really take care of themselves, but I still had to drive them and their friends to various venues. My life became a routine of housework in the morning and playing on various computers in the afternoon. In addition I was a driver, father and an advisor to our two girls in the evenings. When Jane got home late she frequently asked me to lick her clit after her shower, as she slept better after an orgasm she claimed.

After a year everything had changed in our life, Jane had become an amazingly good Realtor and was making enough money that I had no need to go back to work at all if I did not want to, but I did have a dream of my own computer business. Jane soon found the answer to that. We were still living in the house we started out in, until the day Jane took me out to see our possible new home. It was huge with five bedrooms, one with space for Jane to have an en-suite office and a basement plenty big enough for me to use as a computer workshop. 

The place was old and a wreck, which was how we could manage to afford it. With me doing most of the work single handed it took nearly two years before we all moved in but everybody got what he or she wanted. The basement was now the only thing to be completed, this took me another month, but I made lots of interesting finds down there. First was the secret room, a section of original wall shelving slid to one side to reveal a ten foot square room. 

The other interesting find was at one time there must have been some sort of warm air heating system in the house, the vents were in each room and as they were very ornate we left most of them in situ. The ducting for each vent fed back down thru the walls to the basement. The heater unit had long gone and the ducting holes had been covered by a wooden panel. I removed this and by a little trial and error, I found that I could listen to any conversation in any of the bedrooms, the living room and the kitchen. 

My workshop office was completed and with a door to the outside at the side of the house. I was in my self-contained space and my computer business started to pick up quite well. With the wife's contacts and my daughters' friends getting computer viruses regularly I was ticking over nicely. One of my regular customers was Sara; she was a friend of my daughters and about their age. I had known her since she was around thirteen and we had always got on well and often chatted. She used to come in weekly with an array of laptops from her friends for testing or fault finding, then come back three days later to pick them up. She often brought me coffee and a sandwich for lunch and we'd sit and chat for a while. I learned more about my daughters from her than I did from them. 

One day, Sara told me her mother was having an affair with one of her employees, I tried to offer words of sympathy but Sara said she did not care about the affair, but would love to watch her mother fucking. 

"Is it OK to talk about sex with you?" she asked. "My mother thinks your wife was probably fucking Mr. Green, that's why he left her the business. Would you have liked to have watched them fucking?" 

"How old are you now?" I asked her. 

"I am eighteen, I am not a virgin, I like my tits and pussy being sucked and have never tried anal sex, or really want to. I also like sex with other women." 

I sat back in my chair, a little shocked by all the information from Sara, but fascinated at the same time. 

"Yes! We can talk about sex, if you want to. I don't think my wife was having sex with Mr. Green, I have no idea if I would have enjoyed watching them, I have never thought about it, but I am glad you are enjoying a healthy sex life. Now I'd better get on with all this work you just gave me." I walked Sara to the door and waved her goodbye. 

I sat back at my desk with a very vivid picture going through my head of my wife being fucked by her boss and getting an erection to match the excitement of this thought. I got my cock out and had a wank while the picture ran through my head until I came over my hand. For the next three days, I kept having the same vivid images running though my mind and then thought of Sara's mother with her employee. Sara had unknowingly brought something out in me I never knew until now. 

Three days later Sara arrived carrying another laptop for repair and with her mother following her in; Sara was very formal as she spoke. 

"Hello Mr. Davis, can you repair this please, it may have a virus or something, and it just will not start up. It belongs to a friend of mine. My mum is here to talk to you about a security camera for her office; I hope that is all right. I have to get off; I will collect that in a few days, bye." And off she went with a wave. 

Her mother introduced herself as Debra and I asked her what she actually wanted, was it for night security, day security etc. While she was talking I visually took her all in; she was very smart and attractive, probably about the same age as me, very tall with long legs and quite slim, very much an older version of Sarah. We discussed the various options available and eventually got to what she actually wanted. She claimed that in her Insurance Agency they often had a need to record meetings with clients; I asked if it needed to cover the whole office or just a part, and did the camera have to be hidden. 

"Could you visit my office this evening to see the layout, it will be easier to show you want I need?" She said. 

We agreed a time for that evening; I walked her to the door, shook her hand and she left. I sat back in my chair thinking 'filming meetings?' it just did not sound very likely, but it was business. 

A couple of hours later I drove into town to meet Debra at her office, She wanted the camera in a rear office which was like a mini boardroom with an ornate table in the middle with eight chairs and a sofa and a small desk at one end with a laptop on top. She said there was also desktop computer in a tall cupboard, which I could utilize.

I plugged a cam into the laptop for a trial, using a long cable we tried the cam in various positions until, with Debra watching the screen we found her ideal spot, which was for the cam to be above the tall cupboard. I suggested I build a high quality camera into a file box and arrange it so she could record direct to the desktop and make a DVD if required. She loved that idea and we agreed a price. I told her it would take four or five days to build the system. 

Over the next few days I worked on Debra's camera system and called a friend in the furniture trade and ordered a bed and bedding together with a couple of bedside units, a mini-armoire and a few area rugs. Time to utilize the secret room; I rationalized it as being useful if I wanted a nap during the day or if I could not be bothered to walk up three floors to our bedroom. 

As soon as Debra's system was ready I contacted her and we arranged for me to install all her goodies at around seven o clock that evening. I got there right on time and set about installing everything straight away. I added a few programs to her computer, then gave her a demo, showing Debra how to start and stop the system and how to download to DVD. I do not think she took it all in though; she seemed more interested in how she looked when I filmed her for the demo. I did not bother to mention that at four o clock in the morning her computer would automatically turn itself on and send any video content taken that day to my server. 

Two days later, my new bed and furniture arrived. I fitted it all in to the secret room and I must say it looked very cozy, I added a flat screen to the wall for watching TV or any video I may want to watch. The idea of watching people having sex was taking over me. There was plenty on the internet, but the interest for me was watching people I knew.

The following day I installed a hidden camera in my bedroom and another in my secret room, I had considered putting one in each of my daughters' bedrooms but thought that was decidedly perverted. The idea certainly excited me, but I just could not do it.  

The next day Debra rang about five pm, she had made a recording but could not get it up on the screen to view it. I told her I would be there within the hour, which I was. All her employees had gone home when I arrived and only Debra remained, working alone and looking good in her tight red woollen dress, a little short for the office I thought, but then I wasn't complaining at seeing those hot sexy legs of hers.

We went straight through to the mini boardroom. I asked her to show me what she did, she did it all correctly, but forgot to turn on the monitor. 

"Everybody forgets that" I said, and leaned forward to turn it on. 

"Nice legs." I added, as the screen came to life with a frame of Debra sitting in the chair with her legs crossed, showing a wide expanse of smooth sexy thigh. Debra laughed and gave me a playful slap on my arm. 

"You're a leg man aren't you?" She asked me.

"I am an everything man." I replied with a smirk. The video continued running with Debra talking on the phone to someone. 

"OK! You are all working now; I will leave you to it." I said, and prepared to leave. 

"Watch for a few more minutes, you may see a bit more leg, that's if you are interested." She said laughing. 

I did not know what to expect so I continued to watch the screen, about three minutes later she stood up and raised her skirt to her waist, exposing her tiny red panties, then her voice on the tape called out, 'Andrew I am ready for you.' At that point, Debra leaned forward and turned off the tape. 

"What do think of my legs?" She asked 

"Beautiful legs, from top to bottom." I said with a smirk. 

"Thank you, perhaps one day you may get to know them better." 

"A personal introduction should come first." I said, joking with her.

"An introduction, why bother? You could force me onto my desk, rip off my underwear and fuck me so easily right now." She said. 

"If only I could, that had just never been possible for me, I have always been the quiet stay at home non pushy type of man," I said. 

"Ah! That's ok, I fully understand and appreciate your honesty, but if you ever get the urge, I will help you, we can still be good friends." 

"I can still appreciate your beauty from afar." I said, as I packed up to leave.

We both laughed as she said. "You flatterer."

I got home knowing that my server would receive that video at four AM. So that was for tomorrows viewing, I was feeling decidedly horny from my meeting with Debra, I turned on the camera in our bedroom, it was the first time I had really tested it. It showed a perfect view of the bed and I could see Jane sitting at her desk in her office working as usual. I did some other work before I went upstairs, I checked on both girls and they were both fast asleep. I walked into our bedroom and Jane was just packing things up for the evening. We chatted for a while and she told me how good her business was doing, she had two new staff starting the following week and may do some training in her home office in the early evenings, it all sounded very good and I told her so. Then I asked. 

"Any chance of a fuck tonight, it's been such a long time." I was virtually begging. 

"Let me have my shower and then see how I feel then, but I am tired." She replied. 

Ten minutes later, she came out of the shower, drying herself with a towel making a few sighing noises. She dropped the towel and lay spread-eagled on the bed. 

"Come on then if you must, but I would prefer a clit licking. You know that helps me sleep rather than getting all sweaty again." She said, still sighing. 

"Whatever you want Jane, I just want to make you happy." I said cringingly. 

I knew I should have just grabbed her legs and fucked her pussy with great gusto, but it was just not in me, nor ever will be. My mind was on the idea of watching her being fucked by some young stud as I licked away and she fell asleep. 

I got down to the basement about mid morning as I had very little work booked for that day. Of course, the first thing I checked was my server to see if Debra's video had downloaded. A big smile came over my face as I saw a twenty-three minute upload had been received. 

I put a closed sign on the door and turned my cell phone off, flicked a few switches and went into my secret room to enjoy the show. Lying on the bed naked, I turned on the monitor and immediately saw the scene I had seen yesterday with Debra sitting at her desk, then the bit where she lifted her skirt and called for Andrew. A young man of about twenty-five years old appeared in the picture. Debra was leaning back on the desk holding her skirt up, while Andrew put his hands on her hips and pulled her panties down and off. I was already wanking furiously. I watched the screen as Andrew pushed Debra back so she was lying on her back with her legs wide-open awaiting Andrew's cock. Just watching that part made me cum, with three jets of spunk spurting up and landing on my stomach. I was only five minutes into the video and the whole thing already elated me. This film alone was going to keep me sated for quite some time. 

That weekend Jane told me her Company was buying us all new cars in the next few weeks and both our girls were now going to work for her full time, whereas up until now they just helped out occasionally. I was surprised by the fact that she now had fifteen employees and was doing so well. I felt that soon it would be announced that Jane's husband was now her little pet that she kept in the basement. 

Monday came and Sara arrived around lunchtime with a sandwich and a Starbucks coffee. I knew I had to tell her about her mum. 

"What would you give to see a film of your mum fucking?" I asked her with a big grin on my face. 

"You clever bastard, have you really got one? Who is the guy? You've got to let me see it?" she said getting more excited by the minute. 

"I've got her on film alright, she's being fucked by some guy called Andrew. Your secrecy is all I want, what you see here must never be mentioned to others." 

"I would never say a word to anyone, come on show me!" She blurted out. 

I pulled up a chair for her, sat her in front of the forty-two inch LCD screen, and fed the feed to her screen. I sat to her right and pretended to be working, I could not see her screen nor did I want to, that was for my private time. Barely five minutes into the video and Sara had already got herself over excited at the site of her mother's sexy performance.

"Turn it off!" Sara moaned after about ten minutes. "I need a break, that's so hot; I need to watch it from the start again." 

While we finished off our sandwiches and coffee, I asked Sara if she would like to watch the rest of her mother's hot little show in more comfort, she nodded and I led her to the secret room. 

"Wow! This is brilliant, bed and all." She said as she bounced on the bed and I turned on the screen. 

"Another secret never to be mentioned." I said, and she nodded in agreement. I left the room and went back to the feed and sent it to her screen. Of course I turned on the cam in there to make a recording of what my young friend got up to watching her mother getting fucked. 

Twenty minutes later she reappeared. "That was fantastic; I may have to have that Andrew for myself." She said laughing. 

We chatted for a while until I had to get on with more mundane tasks and Sara left, but not before she made me promise to let her see any more films of her mother in action. As soon as she was gone I was straight into the now renamed "viewing room' to view Sara on the bed, her skirt and panties removed, slowly playing with herself throughout the whole film, When it finished she laid back and increased her pace until she came, and her body shook uncontrollably. It took her a few minutes to compose herself and come back out after that. As it did me after watching her. 

A day later, I finished working around six and just for amusement turned on the cam in my bedroom to see my wife with one of her protégés in her office taking about the business. I left the picture on but turned the sound down, as the quality was poor when they were in the office part of the room. It gave me something to look at while I had some coffee and put my feet up. When I looked up again they were both in the bedroom, Jane had her hand on her hips and looked angry. I turned on the sound to hear Jane say. 

"I will not Alan, my husband is just downstairs." 

"Just a quick look, no one will ever know." said Alan. 

"Ok! A quick peek but no touching." Jane said, sounding very nervous.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, lay back, pulled her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties to one side so Alan got a very quick glimpse of her pussy, before her skirt dropped back down to cover her again. 

"What a fucking tease you are." He said angrily, while grabbing her hair and forcing her to her knees. 

With one hand he freed his hard cock from his trousers, and with the other he held Jane's head and steered it toward his big erection, her hand came up to grab it, which he knocked away and forced her mouth open. She had never done this for me and I was keen to see how she handled it. And handle it well she did, somebody had obviously been teaching her. She sucked him with great enthusiasm until he pulled her off the floor, threw her on the bed with quite some force, pushed her skirt up and literally ripped her panties off her body.




Life Begins At Forty Something



Jenny and John's tranquil life together was almost destroyed and then radically transformed by teenaged Nicole's summer long visit. John and then Jenny were both seduced by Nicole, and to all of their surprise hitherto sexually repressed Jenny discovered in herself a deep and powerful bisexual lust. The three became lovers and Jenny and John embraced with a passion their re-born sexual selves. Nicole has now returned to England to start at university. 

John continues the story...

The house and our bed felt empty now that Nicole has gone. Jenny and I were still enjoying fantastic sex but we missed our three-way couplings with Nicole. We wanted to find new erotic adventures to keep the fire, which Nicole had kindled, burning brightly.

Our naturist habit had become so normal to us that now we went without clothes most of the time, and our friends seemed to have got used to coming round and finding us naked. One couple even stripped off and joined us sunbathing in the autumn sun, however, when, very subtly, we suggested, after a few drinks that perhaps we might take things further; they very politely declined. He might have been up for it; well, judging the way his cock was standing up at half-mast and seemed to be saying yes please, she, however, very definitely was not. Luckily they were not offended, and continued to come over to sunbath and swim with us; the question of sex was never raised with them by us again. Not all of our friends were so easy going, some of them stopped dropping round on the off chance; they would phone first to make sure we would be "decent" before they arrived. It became a bit of a joke with us, which ever of us answered the phone to them would ask the other loudly, so the caller could hear, "Are we decent if Jim and Mary (or whoever) come round." If we were feeling really naughty the answer to that question might be preceded by a loud, pseudo-orgasmic moan. Yes, the eroto-naturist life seemed to suit us, we were both leaner and fitter, no doubt helped by all that sexual exercise, than we had been at the beginning of the summer, and our deep, all-over suntans looked good on us. 

We needed to look for our new adventure somewhere else. I knew of a few saunas in the city where swingers met, I had found them a year or so ago. But now I had to admit to Jenny where I had been on those occasions when I had told her wanted to get away for an evening on my own, it was to those places that I had gone. The "old" Jenny would have been very disapproving, might have even banished me to the spare room for a few nights as punishment. Now, "new" Jenny was excited with anticipation.

I selected the sauna that I thought was the best, the best facilities, the friendliest atmosphere. We decide to go on a Saturday "Couples Night" not a session to which I would have previously been admitted as a "single". We paid our entrance fee, went in and got undressed, then with me wrapped in a towel, Jenny in the sarong which I had bought her for the occasion went for a look round. I showed her where the Jacuzzi, the Steam room, and the Sauna were; the private rooms, the open play area and the glory holes. Jenny giggled when I explained about the glory holes to her and said that if she felt brave enough later she might go and suck some stranger's cock or lick some stranger's pussy. At the end of our little tour we ended up in the bar with its dance floor. It was still early so there were only two or three other couples in there, the rest of the place had been deserted. Jenny was feeling a little nervous and shy, so we sat on our own or a while and after a couple of drinks she had started to relax and enjoy the atmosphere. Other couples were coming in, being greeted by the barman and their friends. Groups formed, drank, chatted and laughed together for a while then drifted off towards the Jacuzzi. 

I leaned closer to Jenny gave her a little kiss and quietly said, "Ready love?" She nodded, so I took her hand and led her in the same direction the others had gone. It was very dimly lit in the Jacuzzi room, as our eyes got accustomed to the gloom we could see there were already half a dozen or so couples in the water. We hung our towels and Jenny's sarong on the hooks provided, showered, and joined the others in the swirling water. The pool it's self was huge it could comfortably accommodate twenty or thirty people. Some of those around us were just sitting, enjoying the warm water and bubbles; others, couples or groups were beginning to play. We sat for a while, my arm around Jenny's shoulders, my hand hanging down light lightly stroking her nipple. Jenny's arms were at her sides, her hands resting on her thighs. The couple sitting closest to us started to kiss. As their kissing became more passionate, and their state of arousal obvious Jenny pulled my face to hers, we kissed, her kisses were strong and passionate. All around us just above the noise of the water, we could hear little moans of pleasure. Jenny's hand wrapped around my cock, which was already quite hard, she squeezed it and massaged it lovingly. These where not the rough, urgent tuggings of "old" Jenny, she had learned to tease my cock, building me up, then letting me down again slowly. Taking me almost to the edge, but not quite, still highly aroused, however, she was confident that there would be enough life in me for a good sucking or fucking before I would cum. The control techniques that I had learnt, coached and encouraged by Nicole, over the past months helped enormously with these extended arousal games as well. Our play mimicked the others around us, women sitting on men's laps, she, grinding her buttocks against his hard cock while his fingers played with her nipples or pussy. We followed the example given to us by those around us. 

Jenny noticed that people were leaving the water and moving off to the steam room. "Come on John" she said taking my hand, leading me out of the pool, following the others. It was almost pitch black in there, just a little light by the door, we had to feel our way in, people moved aside to let us sit, squeezed in, their naked thighs touching ours on either side. The atmosphere was not only full of steam, but of erotic excitement and the sound of moans and the quiet slurping of mouths and tongues on flesh as well. We could vaguely make out the shapes of bodies crouching on the floor, heads moving in laps. Very soon Jenny was crouched between my spread thighs practicing her newly honed oral skills on my grateful cock; unknown hands brushed over our bodies, sometimes just touching, sometimes caressing. Our hands strayed to stranger's bodies', just a gentle touch or a push would tell us if they were somewhere where they were not welcome. I felt a different touch, firmer, and a quiet whisper, Jenny's mouth left my cock. A pause. A new mouth enveloped me, soft hands massaging my tense balls, a feminine body rocking between my thighs, other hands caressing my torso. Jenny's lips touched mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth kissing me urgently, her hands gripping my shoulders. I braced to try and hold back my orgasm, but the pure erotic sensuality of the moment overwhelmed my will power, too soon I felt the hot rush of orgasm and ejaculation as my cum filled that unknown mouth. The sucking continued, milking every drop that could be squeezed out of me. My mind flew back to that first delicious sucking Nicole had given me in the shower those months ago. With my cock in its post-orgasmic hypersensitive state, those ministrations began to hurt, I flinched, I gave the head at my groin a gentle push, and it was quickly removed from me. Jenny's mouth left mine and the other hands were taken from my skin. Lips brushed across mine and a woman's voice whispered "Merci chéri, délicieux." Jenny gave my hand a little tug, I stood slightly shakily, and again we felt our way, many hands touching, stoking us as we passed out of that dark, steam filled room. We showered again then returned to the bar.

Over a drink Jenny quietly explained what had happened. She had felt a soft hand pull at a shoulder and a woman's voice whispered in her ear "S'il tu plat chéri?" When she released my cock men's hands lifted her up, other hands spread her legs and she felt a woman's body slide between them, her legs being held apart by the other woman's hips. Her hands were guided onto the wall either side of my head. She was pushed gently but insistently to bend over, she understood what they wanted of her so she had moved until our lips met, but her hands slipped on the tiled wall so she held my shoulders to steady herself. Several hands roamed freely over her body teasing her nipples and her pussy. Fingers were pushed into her pussy from behind; she relaxed and welcomed them in. Soft lips kissed her pubic mound then a tongue lapped at her clitoris. With a big smile she told, "I only had a little orgasm, but, mmm it was lovely" 

Another couple who had been looking at us from by the bar came over to our table greeted us, and asked if the could join us, "Oui, Bien sur" Jenny replied, gesturing to the empty seats. They introduced themselves as Angeline and Thomas, conversation soon blossomed, difficult at first with our still limited French; but Angeline spoke a little English, which helped a lot. Thomas waved to another couple to come over and join us who he introduced as Anna and Marcel. It wasn't long before the six of us were engaged in lively conversation in a bizarre mixture of English and French. Dance music was playing and coloured lights were sweeping across the dance floor. Some one suggested we should dance. By now the bar and the dance floor area had become a clothing optional space, so we abandoned our still damp coverings and danced naked, first with our own partners, then swapping with the others in our group. The music became slow and smoochy; each of us pulled the partner we happened to be with at that time into a close, slow, sensual dance, soon we were all kissing and caressing, becoming very aroused. The music changed again to another up-tempo number so we all returned to our table. We three men sitting spread legged proudly displaying our erections for all to see.

Our conversation resumed, not general subjects now, but focusing on our sexual likes and dislikes, with many gestures to explain words or phrases that Jenny or I didn't understand. Who of us was strictly heterosexual, who bisexual or bi-curious. As it turned out I was the only "hetro" in the group, Jenny having discovered her bi-sexuality earlier that year, but bi-curiosity had been awoken in me and grew as the conversation progressed. There was a lot of touching and caressing now as we chatted, both of our own partners and other group members. I found more and more that my eyes were being drawn to the other guy's cocks, each of us occasionally touching, or stroking ourselves, maintaining our erections. The ladies, their pussies looked moist, and their nipples erect. We were now discussing a possible group scene between the six of us, what were the go and no-go areas, how far we might push our comfort zones in the pursuit of mutual pleasure. At last there was an exchange of nods around the table. Marcel rose and declared "Allons-y", we all grabbed our towels, and trooped towards the Jacuzzi room, for, Jenny and my second, but our first planned, group encounter that evening.

We settled into a corner of the Jacuzzi, picking up our conversation where we had left it in the bar. There was to be no start signal for the games to being, it was agreed that any of us could start, join in or back off, just as we felt. As we chatted the touches and caresses resumed. Some other couples left the Jacuzzi and by unspoken agreement we moved more towards the middle of the long side of the pool. There was an underwater wall or bench that divided the pool, by moving along we could rearrange ourselves, sitting three and three facing each other. By chance, perhaps, we found ourselves arranged as if for a dinner party, partners facing; Jenny sitting between Marcel and Thomas, I between Anna and Angeline. We chatted some more, the ladies hands touched my thighs gently stroking, sometimes one or other of them moving higher touching my cock, but not lingering there. My arms went around the ladies either side of me, each hand cupping one of their breasts; Angeline's small firm and rounded, Anna's heavier, looser softer to the touch. Quite naturally we fell into two threesome groups, we changed positions, rearranging ourselves, but for the moment staying with these sets of three. The touching, the caresses became more intimate, stronger. I found my self turned, embracing, kissing Angeline, Anna behind me her arms around my waist, one of her hands on my cock squeezing, stroking, her other massaging my balls, her large breasts pressed against my back. Then turned again the scenario repeated but the ladies roles reversed. Glancing over to Jenny and the men I could see that their movements similar to ours. The group became more fluid, subgroups splitting, reforming in different combinations, three and three, four and two, all six of us together... 

Thomas pulled him self up onto the edge of the pool, sat there legs wide apart his erection standing proudly in front of him. Anna moved to him taking his cock deep in her mouth, sucking him slowly, sensuously, Her bottom was lifted out of the water, her legs slightly spread and her pussy presented. Marcel made a gesture to me indicating that Anna's pussy was mine if I wanted it. I was moving into position to take advantage of this offer when he glanced down, pointed to my cock and wagged his finger at me. Only then did I notice that both he and Thomas where already wearing condoms. I reached down to the pouch strapped to my ankle that I had been given when we first entered the club, pulled out a condom and rolled it onto my cock. Marcel nodded, smiling approval and indicated that I could now carry on. I took hold of Anna by her waist; her hand came back between her legs and guided my cock into her. I took my pace and rhythm from her slow sucking of Thomas' cock, with long slow strokes I fucked her pussy. On each stroke she would clench her muscles tightening her pussy as I pushed into her, then holding me for a moment in a tight grip before releasing and allowing me to pull back again. This way, her sucking, and my fucking became perfectly synchronized. Angeline was also sitting on the side, her legs spread and Jenny's head between them. Jenny was presenting her pussy just as Anna had done. Marcel standing beside Jenny, looking at me, his expression, one seeking approval, I nodded and smiled at him, and then he moved into position to fuck my wife as I was fucking his. I saw that Jenny was pushing back to meet thrusts, so I was happy that this arrangement met with her approval too.

After a while Thomas tensed and tapped Anna on the shoulder, in the manner of the stop signal that we had all agreed. Immediately she released his cock from her mouth, grasping it with her hand at the base and squeezing tightly until he relaxed. At the same time she reached back with her free hand and gave me a little push on the leg, indicating that it was also time for me to withdraw. Thomas then looked over at Angeline, turning is glance quickly towards the steam room and then back to her, she nodded then that group also broke up. I leant over and gave Anna a light kiss on the rump to say thank you, she turned her head, smiled at me then ran her tongue over her lips. We both stood my hand stroking Anna's back as she rose. She embraced me; we kissed briefly her hand giving my cock a friendly squeeze. By now Thomas had climbed out of the pool and was heading for the steam room, the rest of us followed him.

In the near total darkness and sticky heat of the steam room the temperature of our erotic games also rose. At first we cuddled together as a group, hands moving freely between us. Both male and female hands touched and caressed me, as my hands wandered I found I quite liked the feel of the other men's cocks when I touched or stroked them briefly. In a little while when the room was filled with the sounds of our moans and heavy breathing, I was directed to sit in the darkest corner of the room. Anna stood in front of me, then her hands stroked down my torso as she bent almost double until her mouth engulfed my aching flesh. The others grouped around us, Thomas now behind Anna fucking her, at first slowly then with increasing speed and vigour. Anna's sucking was slow and sensuous, enough to keep me on the boil, but carefully judged so not quite enough to make me cum. She released my cock when the force of Thomas' thrusts started to cause her head to bang repeatedly into my stomach. Her moans grew louder and higher in pitch until she cried out with a full throated yell. Thomas increased is pace further until he too, grunting and growling like a bear, orgasmed. Places were changed, now Jenny was bent double her head in Thomas' lap, Marcel servicing her until they too were spent. At last it was my turn, and Angeline's pussy offered for my fulfilment. Her pussy was tighter than I had found Anna's to be, and when her muscles contracted to grip my cock it almost hurt. We fucked wildly and passionately, she pushing back to meet my every thrust, eventually she too cried out her body convulsing and quivering as I held her hips firmly in my hands. Her cries more muted than Anna's, less throaty than my wife's but leaving me in no doubt that she too was satisfied. The fire of a long held back orgasm now filled my loins, my turn to make the grunts and groans of pain and pleasure that signified my sweet release. A long and satisfying orgasm but slightly marred by mild discomfort as my semen filled the condom I was wearing. 


All spent and satisfied we left the steam room, showered and moved on to our next destination. 

Anna now led the way, selecting one of the private rooms where we sprawled on the large upholstered bench that almost filled the room. You could not call the thing on which we were laying a bed, this was a room designed purely for sexual fun and post-coital relaxation, certainly not for sleeping. Three of the walls and the ceiling bore large mirrors; almost every way I looked I saw reflections of my five companions and myself. 

As we lay on cushions relaxing and recovering we chatted again. Both Jenny and I expressed disappointment at the need to use condoms. Angeline explained that between the four of them, who knew each other well and often played together they didn't bother, but, the men "always dressed properly", as she put it, when they were with others less well known to them. Both men had had vasectomies as had I, so perhaps in time they might relax their rule with us as well.

I told the story of our earlier encounter with the mystery woman in the steam room. There was general laughter and I was told that, that was Danielle, she liked to live dangerously, but she would only play that game on couples nights as she felt that attached men were safer than singles might be. She had her group of followers who would always aid her in her pursuit of fun. Her favourite haunt was the glory holes where she would give generously of the service of her hands on mixed nights. She always arrived unaccompanied as single ladies were admitted to couples nights whereas single men were barred. 

As we chatted, as before soft touches and cresses were exchanged among the group. Our arousal soon revived and new sub-groups evolved. A welter of moans squeaks and giggles arose as the ladies now hungrily enjoyed each others bodies; we men lounged enjoying the show, stoking our own, and now frequently each others cocks. I made no objection when Marcel quietly slipped my cock into his mouth. When Thomas offered his cock for me to suck, I thought "why not?" and did for Thomas what Marcel was doing for me. I had never taken notice of other men's cocks before, now I saw the subtle differences between us. Thomas' was larger fatter than mine. Marcel's long but thin. I am circumcised where the other two were not. Thomas' foreskin withdrew completely when he was erect, but Marcel's glans remained half covered until he pulled his foreskin back. I now became fascinated with the feel and the taste of these two men as we each took turns to suck each other's cocks, our moans of pleasure mingling with those of our ladies. We men had not bothered with condoms thus far, trusting each other now not to cum with out warning.




Life Begins At Forty Something



At last the time came for the finale of our session, for this we chose to pleasure our own partners each in our own favourite ways. Jenny mounted me cowgirl style, we found that she could orgasm quite easily in this position especially with the help of my thumb on her clitoris, my free hand and one of hers teasing her thick nipples to increase her pleasure. Anna and Marcel once more chose doggie-style; her full breasts were soon bouncing in time with his powerful thrusts. Angeline lay on her back, her legs on Thomas' shoulders as he stood to service her. I wondered about Thomas' large cock in Angeline's tight pussy, but obviously they had found the best ways in which to pleasure each other. Soon, again that room was filled with the moans, grunts, growls and cries of our various orgasms. 

Eventually, having taken a few minutes to relax and recover a little, we showered yet again and returned to the bar. We took a last drink together, then got dressed and prepared to leave the club. Kissing our goodbyes, promising to meet again soon, we parted and headed off to our different homes.



Life Begins at Forty



She opened her legs wide and brought her knees up. 

"You want me to fuck you then slut."

"Oh God yes Alan, fuck me hard, hurt me please." Jane implored. 

Alan stepped in between her legs and began slapping her cunt with his cock and testing her wetness with his fingers. 

"Oh wow! You are so ready, you slut." 

He followed this by pushing his cock slowly into her, and then rammed it fully into her pussy, leaving Jane gasping for air from the brutal invasion. Her legs circled his body and Jane pulled her blouse off, Alan leaned forward, ripped her bra off and then started smacking her tits, which seemed to give her even more pleasure. 

"You're going to be my cum slut after this, I'll get Peter fucking you as well. Get you tied up, slap you around and fuck you senseless every chance we get. You'll love that won't you slut? "

"Oh yes, both of you together, I want that, you can have whatever you want, just keep fucking me now." 

I sat back in total shock not quite believing what I was seeing, my own erection was huge watching this and my hand was working hard on myself, fortunately, I had put it on record so I could live it again later. Peter was her other young protégé, I wondered if they had been picked for this particular job. Jane had never shown any interest in twenty years of any kind of forced sex, in fact quite the opposite. I certainly was on a learning curve this day. 

Alan certainly had some stamina he kept going for a good thirty minutes, slowing down and speeding up until with a great sigh he spurted a full load inside Jane, or I thought he had, until he pulled out of her and I could see he wore a condom. Jane just lay on the bed totally sated for a good few minutes, before getting up and running to the bathroom. I could hear the shower come on. Alan got dressed and sat down on the bed looking very confident and sure of himself, as you do after you have just fucked your boss I thought. 

"I think you had better go." Jane said when she came out of the bathroom in her dressing gown. 

"Any regret?" Asked Alan looking quizzical. 

"Absolutely not, I meant every word I said, we will talk tomorrow." 

After Alan left, Jane fell back on the bed and seemed to be asleep in seconds. I stopped the recording and carried on pottering about until late in the evening. When I got to our bedroom, Jane was fast asleep and I am sure she still had a smile on her face. 

By the following morning, everything seemed normal with Jane as she went off to the office. I knew there was going to be some talking done there. I had a quiet morning until Sara called to say she was bringing me lunch, that news did brighten my day. With her Starbucks coffees and her big smile, she tripped through the door an hour later. 

"What's new for me to see?" She asked straightaway. 

"Well I have something new for you, but first a few questions." I told Sara about how Alan had treated my wife, pushing her down to suck his cock and then throwing her on the bed to fuck her hard.

"The question to you Sara is, if I was to grab you, bend you over the desk, rip your panties off and then fuck you, how much trouble I am in?" 

She laughed, "You could not do it even if you wanted to. You need a bit of retraining first. Do what I say for about a month or until your fortieth birthday, which is coming up soon, if I remember correctly. Then, for your birthday present, you can do exactly that."

"What have I got to do then?" I asked quizzically. 

Get with the program." She said smiling. "Overall you are not too bad, a month in the gym a good haircut and shave, some skin care, some new clothes and give you a new attitude and you will be a stud muffin. Let me call a personal trainer friend of mine, and then we can watch the wife's video." 

"Ok for a few weeks, why not?" I replied, I must admit I had been getting a bit too old before my time lately. 

I was in the gym every day for nearly three weeks, I really thought I was going to die at the start but gradually got into a good routine with my trainer who was really the devil spawn I am sure. In the meantime, Sara and I continued to monitor all our channels and got to see a lot of activity with Debra providing performances and Jane getting the rough treatment from Alan, but still no sign of Peter joining in to give her the double she so wanted. 

As my birthday approached, Sara introduced me to a life coach and I spent a good few hours talking with him. Jane and the girls had already noticed the improvement in my physical appearance, the new spring in my step and my renewed confidence. My actual birthday was on the Thursday and the family decided they would wait to celebrate until the Saturday, I already knew that Jane was buying me a new car; I would get that on the same day as well. 

On the actual day, Sara had arranged for me to get a haircut and pick up some clothes she had chosen for my new image, she was going to join me for lunch in my basement. I got back just before midday changed into my new non-hippy clothes and looked in the mirror. It was a shock, I looked so much younger and with the haircut even quite smart. The thought of fucking Sara had my libido racing, although still not sure if I could really do it. I was still admiring myself in the mirror as Sara walked through the door wearing her tennis outfit, although I do not think she played tennis. 

I walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. She said thank you and I grabbed her hand and led her to the side desk. I placed a cushion on the top and bent her over the desk with her face in the cushion; in that position her tiny panties were in plain view. I did literally rip them right off her body and they fell in tatters to the floor. While I used one hand to feel all around her body, my other hand was shaking as I tried to unzip my trousers and get my erection into this most beautiful field of play. 

My probing finger had already found Sara to be wet and as my cock slid gently into her the feeling was completely mind blowing for me. I kept a steady pace to savor every moment with this beauty, the slick walls of her pussy were contracting on my cock and sending pulses of pleasure through me. I fucked and pounded away at that lovely wet cunt until the pressure built up to a crescendo and I fired my cum load deep inside her. I pumped a few more times before slowly withdrawing from her. I helped her back up and she dashed for the bathroom without a word. She returned a few minutes later. 

"You are a brilliant fuck, in fact you can do me again next week." 

My ego was boosted a 1000% with that comment. 

At five pm, I went upstairs to the dining room as my daughters were cooking me a birthday dinner and Jane was going to come home early to join in the celebrations. Jane was already there when I walked in, it was the first time they had seen me dressed up and in my new image. They all stood there open mouthed not knowing what to stay, until one of the girls spoke out. 

"Shit! Dad's quite a cool dude." 

Jane was still standing there in shock, not believing her husband of twenty years could change so much. The comments flowed, all for the good and we all sat down and had an enjoyable meal and talked as a real family should, something we had not done for years. My gift, I already knew was going to be a new car or truck and Jane took my hand and led me outside to the old barn in the corner of the property.

"It's inside." She said. 

I was getting excited now; I swung open the old wooden doors to reveal the one car I had always wanted.

"I don't believe it." I said. 

I stared at a black Range Rover sitting gleaming in the shafts of light from the open doors. What had always been way out of my reach was now mine. I sat inside it with tears of pure pleasure running down my face. I must have sat there for fifteen minutes absorbing it all before Jane joined me in the car to share my joy. I hugged and kissed her and we spent an age going over every gadget and feature of the Range Rover.

I had a vague idea of the cost, but Jane just said 'business was very good this year.' The next thing was totally unexpected. I got out of the car and, like a true gentleman, went and opened the passenger door for my wife. As she turned in her seat her skirt rode up and my mind just flipped, I grabbed hold of her by her blouse and lifted her skirt to her waist to reveal her small lacy white panties. 

"What the hell are you doing?" She screamed at me. 

"Fucking you because I want to." I screamed back. 

I pulled her panties down and off her, then raised her legs so her naked ass was staring at me, I just could not resist slapping her ass hard, three or four times, I noticed she had opened her legs during the screams of pain that were coming from her and the shouts of 'please stop.' I gave her cunt a few slaps as well before pushing three fingers inside here very firmly. Her screams suddenly changed. 

"Fuck me you bastard, fuck me hard." 

"My pleasure bitch!" 

I dropped my trousers and pushed my cock directly into her depth and the tingling feeling I always got, started straight way. I pounded into her pushing her hard into the seat and she grunted with every push. I pulled out of her a few times and she screamed for it to go back in again. She was so wet her juices were running down my leg as waves of orgasm hit her with every pull out and push back in I made. There was no stopping me, I fucked that wet pussy for a long, long time but eventually I felt the build up in my balls and my cum jetted into her body to mingle with her own juices . The pace slowed to a stop and I still held her hips while we both got our breath back. 

"Oh my God, that was the best sex I have ever had, I will buy you another Range Rover if we can do that again," she said, and we both laughed. 

We both tidied ourselves up and sat in the Range Rover; we both knew a discussion was needed. Jane told me that she really loved that sort of rough sex and claimed it was quite a revelation to her to find this out about herself. I of course never mentioned my knowledge of her extra activities, mainly because I am not a jealous person and I still enjoyed the thought of her with other men. I did not mention that either. Taking a chance, I suggested an event. 

"How about we come back to the barn, I tie you to that beam, thrash you with a whip, rip off all your clothes and abuse your body, all while you are blindfolded." 

"Would you really like to do that?" She asked with obvious interest in her voice. 

"I would if you would enjoy it, or I could even add two more guys to abuse you at the same time, how does that make you feel?" 

"Holy Moly." She stuttered. "I need to think about all this, it is all so exciting, I really love the new you. Let's get home, we have some unfinished business tonight." 

Jane had not mentioned the barn in the following few days but I had spent time there building a nice piece of control equipment to assist me in my thoughts and ideas. Sara had stopped in to hear how the whole birthday event had gone, I told her everything and she relished every detail. She was a bit mad at me for no film, but I had a new one of her mother for her to enjoy, which she did. Two days later her mother Debra rang, her daughter had told her I had the new Range Rover and could she come and see it, as she was considering one as well. I told her I would meet her by the barn at four pm that day 

"Would you like me in Red or another color?" She asked laughing. 

"The vehicle is all black, you better match that." I suggested. 

We laughed, and continued to chat for five minutes, all very mundane topics before we both got back to work. At four pm I went to the barn and Debra arrived ten minutes later looking fabulous in a black cocktail dress and very fuckable. 

"Look at you," she said. "I can't believe how much you have changed since our last meeting." 

"I was getting to be forty. I thought I had better make an effort while I still could." I said, not bothering to mention it was her daughter that had brought it all on. 

I was surprised to see Debra get out a clipboard and make notes all the way around the Range Rover, even trying the back seats for comfort before ending up in the driver's seat. I sat on a bench letting her get on with it; she opened the driver door and swung her leg out while asking questions. I was please to see that the black outfit included her panties. 

Suddenly she asked, "what are you thinking?" 

"I was just wondering if those panties would look as good around you ankles." 

"You probably intend to find out." She said with a huge smile. 

Debra got out of the Range Rover and looked around the barn. 

"What are you building there, it's very strange?" 

"It's going to be a punishment and pleasure machine for those who like both, does it give you a warm feeling?" 

"It most certainly does." She said, with excitement in her voice. "Can I try it now?" She said nearly begging. 

"Are you sure? It is not even close to being ready; there may be pain and discomfort." 

"Please! Please!" She said stamping her feet and laughing. 

"Ok! The rules are no talking from now and do exactly what you are told." 

She nodded in agreement; I approached her and put a blindfold over her eyes, then turned her around and unzipped her dress and removed it. Now she was wearing only her black bra and panties as I lead her to the machine. First I clipped her feet in position, then strapped her arms on the armrests at the wrist and finally belted her waist to the back support. I could now control her every movement and position. 

I sat back keeping very quiet until she called out, as I knew she would. I pulled the rope forcing her to lean over and with the leather strap she got two smacks on the ass, she made a comment and got two more, she learned from those two. To give her some pleasure I took off her bra, licked under her breast, circled around the nipple without touching it, and did the same to the other breast before my tongue trailed down her stomach to the top of her panties. I pulled another rope and her feet moved to open her legs wider. I put the little seat in place and sat directly in front of her. My tongue licked all around the edge of her panties and curled up under the material but never made direct contact with her pussy. Debra was squirming, wanting more. 

"Please stop teasing, touch me!" She begged. 

"Punishment time!" I called out. 

I ripped off her panties and then turned the barn hose on full, blasting her soaking wet within a second; It wasn't that cold but still quite a shock for her. I walked closely up to my soaking wet victim, licked the dripping water of each nipple, and again went down her body until I made contact with that wet pussy and I licked all the water away, but this time I flicked her clit and gave her labia lips some attention, she did moan, but I did not treat this as speaking. 

After an orgasm from my tongue, I lowered her to a sitting position and dropped my trousers; my erection was ready for some pleasure pulses. I stood directly in front of Debra and my cock was in direct line for her mouth, I told her to open wide and she knew what to expect. I was able to lean my arms at a comfortable height as well, what a great design I thought to myself. 

Her talent was amazing, she twirled and swirled on me for a good ten minutes before I came with three spurts down her throat, which she eagerly swallowed. I pulled back from her mouth and just stood there for a few seconds to get my breath back. I got dressed and released Debra from the machine, helped her stand up, wrapped her in the big towel I had for the purpose and took off her blindfold. 

She sat down and lit a cigarette from her purse, still shaking. 

"You can talk now, it's over." I said nervously. 

"That was just plain fantastic. I need to do that again." She said with a big grin. 

"Thank you, I have got to add a few more sensations to be experienced and when it's fully working there will be two or three male operators to help with the pain and the pleasure. It going to take me a while to get it finished, can you wait?" 

"No I damn well cannot wait; I want the same next week. Was your blowjob good enough? I pride myself on my cum guzzling skills." 

"It certainly was excellent. So, we have a date in the barn next Friday at four pm. Do not bother to dress up too much." I told her and she laughed. 

Debra got dressed and I walked her to her car. She was still on a high as I waved her goodbye. 

We had a quiet weekend as a family, taking the girls out on trips in my new Range Rover. It was an all round great family weekend with early nights and plenty of sex with Jane. On the Sunday night, in bed, she started to talk about the barn plan for her and I told her about the pleasure/pain machine of which she was very interested but more so with the other two men I had mentioned joining in. 

"You really want to go ahead with that, you will be blindfolded, you will never know who it is." I told her. 

"I was not interested until the other night; I had a dream about being played with by three men at the same time and woke up with an orgasm at just the thought of the whole idea. When do you have it planned for?" 

"About a month." I said. 

Jane got astride me and put my cock to her pussy entrance. 

"How long?" She asked. 

"Three weeks" I blurted out. 

"You know I am a glutton for pain don't you, I really enjoyed you spanking me." 

"Have you been a naughty girl then, do you deserve five spanks?" I said with a mean smirk on my face. 

"Yes! I need to be punished; I have been a bad girl." She whimpered, but with an evil smile on her face. 

I grabbed her by the arm, dragged her into the doggy position with her face buried in a pillow. Just seeing her bent over like that had my erection throbbing and I really wanted to inflict some pain, which was not the normal me at all. Despite my sadistic yearnings I held back a bit with the first three spanks, but they were still pretty fierce.

"Harder. Spank me harder." She called out. 

I really did lay into her with the final two smacks, which brought tears to her eyes. 

"I think I need five more!" Jane pleaded through her tears. 

I really wanted to get to fucking her, but I was enjoying giving her pain. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her all the way downstairs to the secret room. She stood by the side of the bed shocked and sobbing, so I smacked her around the face twice and a few times across her tits, which her nipples immediately responded too. I was aching to suck those biggies, but work was at hand. I threw her face down on the bed and started with three hard spanks to make her really scream out, as the noise subsided I gave her the last two and the rosy red marks were really showing on her ass now. 

I was ready to fuck! I told her to roll onto her back, grabbed her feet and put her ankles on my shoulders. I pushed her legs back over her body leaving her cunt wide open and inviting me in. I leaned over her with my cock sticking straight out and Jane put her arm through her legs and guided me into her very wet cunt. My whole length sank in and I fucked away at a fair speed enjoying every second. I leaned forward and pulled her hard nipples to add some more pain. She looked be in heaven. It was not long before my spurts of cum went deep inside here. I pulled out and sat back as she groaned and stretched, and telling me she needed a rest. I pulled a sheet over her and went off to fetch our clothes from the bedroom.

I returned to find Jane fast asleep on her stomach. I pulled back the sheet to check her ass. There were red marks across the whole area. I left her to rest, wondering if I had gone too far. It was nearly three hours later before she appeared again and looking quite fresh. 




Life Begins at Forty



"Come and sit down and I will get you some coffee." I said. 

"I don't think I can." She said. 

"I am so sorry, was it too much? I was not sure how far to go." I said with a sympathetic tone 

"No apologies needed, this was the best Wednesday of my life and everything you did was perfect for me. More importantly can this become a regular thing?" 

"Sure, and you may like this." I said as I passed her a DVD of our action. 

"Oh My God! I so love the new you." Jane replied, laughing and kissing me all at once. And I had no doubt that won't be the only DVD we will be making together. 

An hour later is where we came in, me sitting at my desk mulling the past and now thinking of the future and the lessons I have learned. My conclusion: 

When you get to forty, re-invent yourself. There are things out there you never thought possible. And when dealing with women, be a man, kind words and firm actions. 

They love it.