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By: keyj



I am Mike. Most people don't know I have been in lust with my elder sister since I can remember. She is very beautiful. We have never done it because she would kill me but I have always felt like it. I started masturbating when I was 12 years old in the shower, but only thinking of her red nipples and lovely curls. I had seen her changing many times from the closet and it was a good sight. 

Her lips on my hard cock, her mouth pulling my member. Ohhhhh! How easy it is to cum thinking og her.

I haven't had a girlfriend, though while in Paris I slept with some whores. The regular dating scene never interests me. I think it's boring.

My sister just got married last year and has given birth recently. I fixed her up with a guy - a friend whom I paid some money to sleep with her. 

I thought she was a virgin being as we are conservative, but it turned out she had been a real whore all her life. The very thought of it made me jealous and horny at once.

One day, when John was dating her I persuaded him to tape thier sex. Little did I know there would be an orgy.

It seemed, Ginny had a fetish. It was for group sex with six men at a time, all teasing her to frenzy while she took turns to get off on them. Ginny has big tits and likes to be milked and milk   men too. Ginny also has a temper that turns most men on.

I saw the video and could not control the load of cum I had shot onto the ground. Cleaning it I decided to tell her how I really felt.

She was suckling her baby when I walked into the house. The child, I saw, was still sucking from her tits and she eager to supply.

I asked her how she was, as she scrambled to cover herself. 

"I'm fine," she replied, embarrassed by the hungry look in my eyes, the bulge in my pants throbbing into her ears.

"I saw your video," I spoke up, twitching a little, wondering if she might slap me if I explained.

"Video?" Ginny turned and looked up from her red tits.

"Yes," I paced.

"What video?" 

"Your group sex videos," I replied as her eyes grew large and then closed with shame.

"How did you?" she looked devastated.

"How long have you been?" I snapped instead.

"Many years," she looked down wondering if I was angry, for I was.

"Why was I never told?" I yelled and she looked up in protest.

"Why would I tell you?" 

"So that I could fuck you. Why else?" I yelled.

My voice must have caused a shudder in the room, for there was just silence. When I turned she had put the child down and was quite upset. 

"Come to me," she extended a hand as I came closer and sat down. Her dress was still open from feeding the child and she placed my hand on her nipples. 

"Here. Touch me. God knows you wanted to," she kissed me. 

"What about your husband?" I asked, holding her tits in my hand.

"He doesn't care," she replied, biting my nose.

"Why?" I looked up at her sad face.

"He wants group sex too," she wiped a tear from her face. "but mostly, I'm tired of it. I want a man."

For a while I sat still fondling her nipples and thinking if I should take up her offer. She was serious. She wanted one on one sex. But then, I realized she was just toying with me so that I would fuck her passionately. I had seen her do that to my father many times, play with his mind. And it always worked. 

It was no wonder my mother hated her so much. "Ginny is a bitch. A cunt. A whore," she told her neighbours knowing how she had our father's balls in the grip of her palms.

"What are you saying?" he would protest, pulling her into the house as she was mad. Mad or not she had some story to tell, and the neighbours always listened whether or not we did.

My older brother had the hots for her too, but he met this girl and spun out of Ginny's control when he was 16. He's married and happy now, though at times I know he's falling for her charms again.

"Open up," I order her knowing all too well she wants me to be her slave, but I won't. I'm tired of the way she treats us boys in the family, including her dick thrusting hubby who makes porn for a living. He didn't always used to be like that, but she changed him, as did I.

I paid him $10,000 fr that video and her never went back to his old job. Ginny fucks for a living now but is never satisfied. She wants to fuck more men - anyone really. Her hubby has lost interest in her I think, but I still long for her.

Her tits were hanging over my mouth as I recalled all the times she would scold us over a stupid game of scrabble or chess or how she would boss us around the house to do small chores for her. How father ran to the shops just as she demanded. How mother put up with it just so that she could sleep in the same bed as father.

I'm tired of Ginny now. That fucking bitch. I take her tits in my mouth and gnaw like a small child, and then bite hard.

"Bitch!" I yell as I rip open her shirt and tear off her panties. The ripping sound makes her wild and she screams.

I bit those red nipples and slapped her face.

"Ahhh...." she moaned writhing like an animal in captivity.

I slapped her ass now, until she tried to stop me in the pain.

"Ahhh...Ahhh" she moaned as my cock got large against her lower body.

"Ahhh...." she lifted my shirt up over my head and tugged at my belt.

"Bitch! Say you're ass is mine!" I yelled, as I pulled her head to my cock.

She parted her lips like a good slave and started sucking madly.

"Give it now," she yelled as I shoved her face closer.

"Not now Bitch! When I say it!" I yelled, slapping her back. I couldn't wait much longer so I forced her onto the bed.

"Ahhh..." she spread her legs and climbed on top.

"Ahh...." she kissed my lips as I grabbed her ass and squeezed it.

"Ahhh...." she moaned as I entered her began to ride her harder and harder.

"Ahh ..." she screamed as I bit on her lovely neck.

"Ahhh...." she fucked me back like an animal, biting my neck, pulling my hair.

"Ahhhh......yes....ahhh" she was wild like a flower in a desert.

"Ahhh...she let me explode inside her. 

It was a good fuck. It was a really god fuck. Little Ginny is a mad girl. She is ravenous, sexually amazing. We met on demand now and then and her husband knows and encourages it, knowing that it has nothing to do with him.

I am never getting married as long as Ginny fucks like that. And I plan on giving her a baby when she comes to visit me in January.

More Sex, Please!



The great wooden door of the convent crashed open, and the chanted prayers of the women faltered and died. A small group of Viking raiders burst in, their leader barking orders: "Rolf, Leif -- up to the end, look for any other doors, make ´em secure. Baldur, Harald, Skriv -- get these women over into that corner out of the way. And keep them quiet, eh? Fafnir -- go see how the rest are getting on. I want all the livestock and prisoners down by the longboat, you know the drill."

He paused, looking round and nodding. Then he sheathed his sword and eased his helmet off. "Here," he said to his shield-boy, "take these. Now -- who's in charge here?"

A tall, hard-faced woman pushed free of her captors and planted herself in front of the Viking. She raised her arm "Stop, heathen!" she commanded, "You shall not defile this house of God!"

"Ah. You'll be the abbess, yes?"

"No!" she snapped, "I am not the abbess."

"Don't try my patience, woman. Which of you is the abbess?" He looked across at the other women.

"There is no abbess here. This is a convent, you ignorant heathen, not an abbey."

"Well then. . ." the Viking paused, scratching where his hair had been flattened by his helmet. "Well. . . So who is in charge then?"

"I am. My name is Elfrida and I am Mother Superior of this house." "And I am Thorkil Shieldbiter. But you're not an abbess or a deaconess?" the Viking persisted.

"No!"

"Not even a prioress?"

"No!" She stamped her foot. "Get it through your thick head. I. am. the. Mother. Superior."

"Okay, okay." Said Thorkil, "I suppose you'll have to do. By the way, where are we? I mean, what's the name of this place you're in charge of?"

"Carbridburh. And we are the Little Sisters of the Epiphany. Why, are you lost?"

The Viking shuffled. "Not really, well a bit I suppose. It was so foggy, we just rowed up the river until we saw a big building. Is there a king or anything nearby?"

"Worried, are you?" Elfrida sneered, "Scared that there may be an army of the king's guard on its way even as we speak?"

"Nah, your poxy kings are a bunch of wimps and wusses. I just thought there might be a princess or suchlike in the neighbourhood. Good for ransom. Or we can sell them in the slave markets over on the Continent. So whereabouts are we?"

"In Carbridburh we pay our taxes to the Earl of Eggfroth, or we would except that God's house has tax-exempt status. I could show you, if you had such a thing as a map."

Thorkil laughed. "Got a map?" he said. "She asks if we've got a map! Of course we've got a map. And a map-maven. Rolf!" he shouted across to the group guarding the rest of the women, who were alternately feeling them up and boasting about how they could show them what was what. "Rolf! Leave their tits alone for a minute and show this lady our map!"

Rolf came across, unrolling a grubby sheet of parchment. "Here you are then," he said, stabbing with his finger, "See -- here in the middle there's Yggdrasil the world tree, and all round the outside there's the Midgard serpent biting his own tail." 

Elfrida sniffed. "No wonder you got lost. You should have Eden in the middle of the earth, and four rivers flowing out from it to the firmament that is beneath." 

She was so confident that Thorkil fetched Rolf a casual thump round the ear that sent him flying. He turned to Elfrida: "So how do we get back to Uppsala, then?"

"Go back down the river till you get to the sea," she said, "then turn left . . ."

"Er, left?"

"Left!" she said firmly, "Go towards the same side as the hand you don't write with."

It was Thorkil's turn to sniff. "Pardon me," he said smugly, "but I don't write with either hand. I'm a Viking, not a scribbler."

Elfrida sighed. "Well, turn to the side you hang your -- "

"-- cock?" Thorkil offered.

"Shield. I was going to say. Turn to the side your shield is on, which is left, sail along the coast for a few days and then ask again."

"Well, thanks. So back to business. I don't suppose you've got much by way of treasure and that, not being a proper abbey?"

"Certainly not, the Little Sisters of the Epiphany are dedicated to poverty. Our treasures are the poor whom we care for."

"Damn! This isn't going to look good in my saga. How about holy relics? There's a fair market in them."

Elfrida shook her head. "We haven't really been established long enough to get much of that sort. Of course, if you were to slaughter us all, our remains might come to be venerated in the future. But I suppose you're just going to sell us into slavery?"

"Well, yes. That's about the size of it." Thorkil shrugged. 

It was at this point that a young novice broke free of the guard and came running over to Thorkil and Elfrida. She bobbed a curtsey and said: "She's ever so holy, Sir. She kisses lepers and everything."

"Hold your tongue, child!" snapped the Mother Superior. "It is not for you to speak unbidden."

"Quite right" said Thorkil, "It's very rude to interrupt the grown-ups. But tell me, Elfrida, do you really kiss lepers?"

"Certainly, we are all God's children -- except for you heathens, of course."

Thorkil nodded. "Fair enough -- can't argue with that. Still, kissing lepers is something. It'll make up for you not being a proper abbess." He turned to his followers: "Right -- you men. You can get on with the plundering and looting, get the people down to the boat, burn the hovels, tear up any books -- you know what to do. Anybody needs me, I'll be here ravishing this woman who kisses lepers. Yes, you heard me. Kisses Lepers!" 

Elfrida's eyes lit up: "I'm to be ravished! O joy, the martyr's crown is mine! Mox dimittes domine . . ."

The young novice gasped. "But you can't do that to Mother Superior. She washes the feet of the poor. She is a saint!"

"Really?" cried Thorkil. "Excellent!" He called after his men: "She's a saint, hear that? A saint. Tell the skald to put that in my saga. It's 'a leper-kissing saint' that I'll be ravishing, and she washes the feet of the poor too."

"Stop, please, for pity's sake." The novice wailed. "Spare this saintly old lady. You will kill her. If -- if you must ravish someone, take me instead!" 

"WHAT?" Thorkil and Elfrida cried together. 

"He'll do no such thing!" Elfrida continued, "Are you mad?" She turned to the Viking: "I see what it is -- she wants to be a martyr herself -- A child martyr, she would be beatified on the nod -- canonised before the year is out -- She'll have her own cult, with pilgrims going to HER shrine to view HER relics -- NO WAY!"

"Hey, don't shout at me," Thorkil cried, "You think I would go along with this? I would be the laughing stock of the Viking world. Think of it: I get the chance to ravish a saint -- who kisses lepers, no less -- and I am supposed to trade that for a perfectly ordinary cock-starved little teenager? No way!"

The youngster burst into tears. Thorkil pulled a face. "O for goodness sake! What's her name?"

"Gilda." 

"Well look," Thorkil said. "Look, Gilda. I'm sure you mean well, but your Mother Superior has worked long and hard to get where she is today. And I've got my reputation to consider too, you know. It wouldn't do for me to raid the convent and leave her unravished. It wouldn't be right. That's not how things are done. Your time will come."

Gilda continued to sob, staring from Elfried to Thorkil, and back again. He couldn't take it. "Oh see here, there's no need to sulk. If you want, I can get my crew to sport with you a bit. Or you can go down to the longboat and tell my shield-boy I sent you along for a bit of a cuddle. Ulf!" he called, "go along with her and tell young Erik he's not to go all the way. She'll fetch more if we can sell her as a genuine virgin, no previous experience."

Gilda tossed her head, and stamped out with Ulf. The great door of the convent slammed behind them.

Thorkil turned to Elfrida, shrugging: "Honestly, the younger generation ..."

"I do not know what they are coming to." Elfrida finished the sentence for him.

"See, they get everything too easy these days," he continued. 

"Handed to them on a plate," she agreed. Then added: "That thing she said, you couldn't could you?"

"What was that?" Thorkil asked.

"I don't suppose you could actually ravish me to death, could you?" 

Thorkil stared at her: "You mean?"

"Come on, you know, fuck me to death. Could you do that, do you think? Would that be asking too much?"

"I've no idea." Thorkil struggled with the concept. "We usually hit people with a sword or battle-axe, where I come from. Or run a spear through them." 

"You see, if I was not just ravished but actually ravished to death, and ideally -- er -- spreadeagled over the altar, I would be a shoo-in for canonization as a saint and martyr. I'd have shrines everywhere with pictures of me, standing up looking saintly with a big gold halo round my head and the instrument of my martyrdom in one hand."

"Instrument of your martyrdom?"

"Yes. Your prick, of course. The images would show me holding it so people would be reminded of what killed me."

"Wow! Great Thor and Thunderbolts!"

"Do you mind?"

"O sorry. But a picture of you holding my dick in every church!"

"Statues, too." Elfrida added.

"I like it. The other Vikings will be sick with jealousy. Hey, lets give it a try then, Elfrida."

"Fine." She hoisted her gown, smiling at him as he let his breeches fall. Her eyes bulged. "Good grief, I haven't seen one of those for a long time, and there's a lot more of it than I remembered. That could certainly be lethal."

"Oh well," Thorkil shrugged modestly, "you know how it is. We've been at sea for a good while."

"All to the good, but if you don't mind I'll just apply a little unction to it." Elfrida tilted a lamp and poured a stream of warm oil over Thorkil's jutting organ. It swelled and grew even further under her hands as she smeared the oil up and down his shaft, and over the head.

Thorkil groaned. "Not too much of that just yet, Elfrida. What is unction anyway, some kind of spell or blessing?"

"No," she said, "you're thinking of Holy Oil. This is more of a lubricant. As I said, it's been a long time since I have had anything like that in me, and you are rather well built. So lets get to it. How do you want me? Stretched out on the altar facing up?"

"Fine, that'll do for a start. Unless you think you should be on top of me?"

"I think that's against the strictest teaching of our religion. You may force me, of course. But why?"

"O, just a thought. You being a Mother Superior and all. . . "

"Ho, ho, very funny. Yes, well let's get started." And she reached down to grasp his glistening organ and carefully introduce its massive head to her cunt. He eased forward a little, then pulled back. "That's the way," she said, "gently at first, please. May I call you Thorkil?"

"Certainly," he replied, easing his prick a little further into her, then pausing before slowly pulling back to the entrance. She was tight, and talking helped to keep him from losing control. "By the way, Elfrida, er, may I call you 'Mother'? It makes it somehow more exciting."

"Call me anything you like, if it keeps you up to the mark."

"Mother! I like it! Anyway, my name is Thorkil Thorfinnson, but I'm known as Thorkil Shieldbiter. I am thinking of changing my by-name, though."

"Really," she gasped, as he once again thrust forward into her, deeper than before. He was thick, stretching her. She groaned with pleasure, working her hips to take him more deeply. Building a rhythm. "Uh! -- Why -- uh! -- why -- are you thinking -- uh! -- of changing your -- uh! -- name?" 

"I thought -- uh! -- I would -- uh! -- call myself -- uh! -- Thorkil -- uh! -- Motherfucker."



More Sex with Donna



I met Donna and her husband, Scott, back in the early 1990's during the first Gulf war. We struck up a friendship while they were in Maryland, and we have been friends ever since. I was in the Army, barely 20, and married with a wife 6 months pregnant. We lived off base in Silver Springs Maryland. I was stationed at Walter Reed Amy Medical Center as a hospital orderly. The apartment we lived in was part of a large brownstone that had been converted into a 3-level group of apartments; we lived in the top floor level. The basement apartment was vacant at the time, and the couple living on the main floor had recently moved out. Soon, I saw the new occupant moving in; a drop-dead gorgeous gal about my age, with a body to die for. These were furnished apartments, so not much actual moving really required, other than personal stuff, but she happily accepted my offer to assist with her stuff.

Her name was Donna, and she was from up from Georgia. She had medium-length blonde hair and beautiful deep green eyes and a flirtatious good-natured manner. We talked a bit, and she mentioned she was moving here to be close to her Lieutenant husband, who had just been admitted to Walter Reed for treatment of serious shrapnel wounds. When she told his name and injury, I was surprised, and told her that her husband was a new arrival on the very ward I was assigned to! He was a nice guy, slightly older than me, and was undergoing lots of treatments and therapy, and was in for a long stay. They had been married for only about two years. I told Donna that if she wanted or needed anything, just let me know. Weeks went by and Donna and I got to visit and know each other quite well. My wife and I didn't have many friends there, and Donna had none and was totally alone to boot. 

My wife worked in the payroll department on base, and I worked rotating shifts;10 days on, 4 days off, then rotated, so there were many times when Donna and I met each other, and there was no one else around. Of course, I frequently acted as a go between for her and her husband, and kept her updated with whatever info on his status I was able, and on some weekends, he was allowed to come home, and we went a few places around D.C. with them as two couples. But it soon became obvious that circumstances weighed heavily upon Donna, she was alone and lonely most of the time; and so was I on at least two of my rotating shifts. Donna had mentioned to me that she and her husband were trying to regain their hot sex-life, but the circumstances made it pretty difficult, and Donna seemed to have other sexual problems as well. I was having problems of my own at the physical level. 

My wife was far enough along in her pregnancy, that sex had stopped, and in a few days, she was taking two weeks vacation time to fly back to California to visit her parents. I was horny as hell! A couple of days after my wife left, and at the end of one of my ten day duty stretches, as I entered the hallway to our apartment, I met Donna on the way out to get her mail. She had just come out of the shower, and was clothed in only a terrycloth robe, her hair still damp, and slightly curly from the dampness and smelling of perfume. Pretty damaging to a guy as horny as I was! She checked the mail and asked if I had time for coffee and a visit. Naturally I said sure! She made light conversation as she got the coffee and brought it into her front room where I was seated on a loveseat. Instead of sitting on the chair opposite me, Donna handed me my cup, and sat next to me; and not just "next" to me, but VERY next to me! I was surprised, but said nothing.

She asked me how I was getting along with my wife being gone. I told her it was lonely, but I assumed it was no worse than her own situation, and she vigorously agreed, telling me the loneliness was bad at times. Not only because of the empty rooms, but also the physical loneliness, and I could see she was carefully watching for my reaction as she spoke. I couldn't help but wonder if she was providing an opening for my advance, and was VERY nervous as to how to proceed. I carefully mentioned that I too, was having problems along that line, what with my wife's condition, and now her absence. Donna bantered lightly, and a bit nervously, maybe we should help each other out, and again she watched closely for my reaction. I figured that was all the lead I could expect or ask for, so I replied that it sure seemed like a great idea to me. Donna reacted with obvious relief, "God, I was hoping you felt that way, but was so afraid to suggest it!" 

She turned to me as I placed my arm around her shoulder, and tipped her face up to mine. She met my lips as we kissed deeply for the first time, and I slowly and carefully slid my hand inside her robe, and found she was wearing nothing underneath. I gently stroked her huge breasts as we continued to kiss deeply, and she then untied and opened the upper part of her robe, exposing her full breasts for me to kiss and gently massage. She groaned in obvious desire as I kissed and sucked gently on her hard nipples, and then wrapped her arms around my head and neck and held me close to her breasts. After a few minutes of this, she said, "Let's go into the bedroom, where we'll be more comfortable." I gladly and eagerly followed, as she led me by the hand. When we got near the bed, she released my hand, and slipped completely out of her robe. 

Donna now stood facing me totally naked and beautiful, her breasts full, and as my gaze swept down her body as I slipped out of my own clothes. I appreciatively noticed her cleanly shaved pussy already glistening with wetness. She lay back on the bed, and held her arms out for me to join her. I lay down beside her closely on my side facing her, and gathered her in my arms as we again kissed. She then spread her legs as she wrapped the upper one around mine. And with my fully erect cock at the entrance to her waiting pussy, I slowly began working the head of my cock into her tight, but willing pussy lips. With about 8 inches of fully erect cock, and her as tight as she was, I had to go slow, though God knows I really wanted to be into there deeply, pound her sweet bare pussy, and fuck her so hard she her head would swim. But instead, I went slowly! We had plenty of time, and I had waited this long, so a bit longer and more care was okay too.

As I finally had worked about halfway into her, with her moaning in delight and wiggling to help, kissing her repeatedly, I carefully rolled over on top of her and began slowly stroking the rest of the way into her. Finally I was inside her clear up to my balls just as I hit bottom, which brought a quick gasp of appreciation from her as she rocked and twisted her pussy around my rock-hard cock. "God, she exclaimed, It feels fabulous!" I began increasingly longer strokes. I wanted to make this last, but I was so horny and aroused I didn't know how long I could hold out. But I certainly held out longer than Donna did. And as I stroked smoothly and steadily, grinding my cock deeply into her bare pussy, she eagerly pushed back with her hips. I could feel the incredible sensation of her tightening her vagina right at the base of my cock as I bottomed out inside her, and then "milking" my shaft as I pulled out for the next stroke. 

While inside her, I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping and virtually massaging the full length of my cock. I've never felt anything like it, and this young woman sure knew more about sexual techniques than my wife, Julie! Soon, it was more than Donna could resist, and she came to a vigorous and animated orgasm, gasping and yelping in delight as her pussy delivered even more quivering stimulation to my still thrusting cock. I picked up speed at her excitement, about to deliver my load inside her cervix, and was rapidly and deeply fucking her with long clean strokes that slapped our bodies together and shook and rattled their bed. With each stroke, Donna gave a small 'unh, unh, unh' that quickly rose in volume and tempo as she again approached another climax. Her 'unh's' became 'ohhhs', and nearly whimpered, as she spread her legs more widely and pulled them even further back and forth in time with my strokes. 

Her arms held tightly around my neck as she clung to me with all her strength. We both came to a world-shaking climax together; her with a loud yelp of sensation both from her own orgasm, and as I grunted loudly with one huge thrust that unleashed probably the greatest gush of semen I've ever put inside a female, that followed with perhaps a half dozen others also delivered deeply. And with a satisfied grunt from me, and whimper of appreciation from Donna, she had just experienced what she described as the deepest, most satisfying and thrilling fucking she had had in a long time. We continued slow fucking for a few minutes, amazingly. My erection was still almost at maximum, so I didn't pull out of Donna. We enjoyed this for a while! Then as my full erection returned, Donna pushed me over on my back while we remained coupled, and began slowly and deeply fucking me cowgirl-style. 

I arranged some pillows so I was in a semi-reclining position, and enjoyed kissing Donna's lips and breasts as she maintained long, slow strokes up and down on my cock, savoring each long deep stroke to the fullest. She whispered, "That was great, this is so fabulous!" She laughingly wrapped her arms tightly around my neck clinging tightly while she came to another excited and agitated climax, as I too ejaculated another huge load of sperm deeply and vigorously inside her. Her twitching, pulsating pussy lapped up every last drop, me grinding my cock deeply into her and her rocking and twisting tightly against me. We separated for a bit. I told her that her husband would be in another facility for additional therapy, and wouldn't be back for about a week. Meanwhile, I had the next four days off, so... Thus as it was, we barely got out of that bed for the next four days. 

That first night, we fucked nearly constantly then slept some the next day, fucking more each time we woke up. Sometimes both of us falling asleep while still joined, tightly embraced in the joy of more sex than most people only dream of. After our marathon was over, there were many more similar but shorter episodes, all as enjoyable and animated as the first. During one of those sessions, as Donna was again on top, slowly and deeply fucking me, she drew near and whispered, "I'm my husband's HotWife! He lets me fuck other men when he's away! I just wanted you to know that you're not the only partner I have in the states. You're just the first I've had here in Maryland."

I saw Donna several times throughout the days as she came and went. We spoke every chance we got, as I wanted to make sure she was well, and on occasion did some repair work for her on the apartment. (We had a lousy landlord!) There was one occasion the next week, which placed our friendship onto a new level. Here's what happened. It was a very hot day, the hottest of the year for the D.C. area. Donna's small one room air conditioning unit decided it would stop working. I was busy watching television when I heard the knock on the door. It was Donna with sweat pouring down her face and chest. With her sweat-laden cropped-shirt, it was obvious she was without a bra. Looking at Donna's large and prevalent nipples, immediately gave me a hard-on. Regaining my chain of thought, I invited Donna in and asked her what was wrong, which she replied, "After all has happened lately, my air conditioner is not working!" 

She asked me if I had a fan she could use until she could have the landlord check out her AC. I said I would look at it for her to see if I could repair it for her myself, and on the way out, I went to the refrigerator and took out a 6-pack of beer and my tools and headed down the stairwell to check on her AC. When I entered her apartment, it was as if a blast furnace hit you in the face, so I instructed Donna to open her windows to get some air flowing as I went to work inspecting her AC. After Donna returned from opening her windows, she opened a beer for her and I and then her phone rang. Answering the call, I saw a wide smile come across her face, and all I heard was "thank you, thank you". As she hung the phone up, she did a couple excited jumps and came over to me where I was kneeling and knocked me to the floor hugging me. Standing up, I said, "Wow! That must have been some call!" 

She was giddy with excitement, and flipping the switch, her AC began working. Oh Tom, I don't know how to thank you for fixing my AC. Donna explained the call was about a job offer. She applied for a job and the telephone call she'd received was notification she had been accepted as a dancer at a local nightclub just outside of town. Placing my arm around her as a token of saying I'm really happy for her, Donna placed her arms around my neck and gave me a friendly peck on the cheek. She asked if I could stay a few minutes to make sure the AC worked alright. I sat on the couch instructing Donna to close the windows she had opened. Donna left to close the windows and on her return took a seat next to me. After a few minutes, she sat up, walked over to the AC and slowly pulled her cropped-shirt off, and in doing so, stood there feeling the cool air on her naked breasts. 

As she walked back to where I was sitting, I saw two beautiful 36DD breasts. I reached up and placed my hands around each of them. Feeling her nipple harden to my touch was such a turn on! I leaned forward and did something I had wanted to do for the last few days. I gently kissed her breasts. She turned her head and smiled. I moved my lips up and gently kissed her. Her tongue parted my lips and began to explore my mouth. My soft caresses of her breast became gentle, squeezing as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I felt a moan escape her lips. Breaking the kiss, she whispered in my ear, "I have something I want to do for you." Grabbing my hand, she led me to the stereo and she turned it on. Then we started to dance, swaying sensuously to the music. I did not realize it, but she was leading me to a chair on the other side of the room. 

She sat me down and whispered in my ear that I had never had a lap dance from her, and I definitely deserved one today. Stepping back, she started to sway and gyrate to the music; slowly sliding her running shorts off, revealing a very sexy G-String thong. She faced me with a tanned sexy leg on either side of me and proceeded to slowly squeeze me between her thighs and pivot her ass, driving her pussy back and forth against my rapidly hardening cock. Reaching down, she pulled my tee shirt off. Grabbing my hands, she brought them to her breasts. I began to rub them as she continued to gyrate against my hard cock. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy through the thin material of her thong. Leaning in, our lips met once again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Slowly sitting back down, her back to my chest, she craned her neck back so it lay on my left shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Enjoy baby!" 

She grabbed my right hand in hers and brought it up to her waist. Then she grabbed my left hand in hers and brought it gently to her thigh as she rubbed her body up and down on my chest, nibbling my left ear as she continued. After a few more moments of this, she slowly bent down on the floor, removing her G-String and turning around to face me. Slowly she ran her hands on the inside of my thighs, moving her body up between my legs and rubbing her breasts, over my crotch; all the time looking up at me and smiling seductively as our eyes locked. Reaching up, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and underwear, pulling them down. Gently she kissed my thigh, one, and then the other as she worked her way up to my crotch. She rose up, and then slowly she started lowering her head, letting her long hair tickle my crotch as her face came closer and closer to my hard cock. As her mouth came closer, I could feel her hot breath flowing over my cock. 

Her lips parted, and she took my head between them, letting her tongue flick across it softly. Lowering her mouth further, she firmly pressed her lips around my shaft. Slowly she started sliding up and down my hard cock letting her teeth gently scrape me a few times. Taking me deeply, I could feel the head of my cock touching the back of her throat. Sliding back out, she would swirl her tongue around my cock. She repeated this a few times bringing me so close to orgasm, I couldn't stand it! Donna removed her mouth from my cock and danced to the music some more, working her way back to my lap. She slowly sat down, pinning my cock between her pussy and my body. Leaning back, she was arching her back with her hands around my neck stretching her breasts to my face. My lips came down to her left nipple, and I started sucking and licking the nipple, feeling it becoming rock hard in my mouth. 

As she was sliding her pussy on my cock, I could feel her juices coating my hard cock. My hands were busy caressing her back, ass and outer thighs as my mouth was kissing, sucking and licking her from her chin to her beautiful breasts. We were both moaning as the heat rose. She stood up a little and reached between our bodies grabbing my cock and positioning it to enter her pussy. As my cock parted her outer lips, I whispered in her ear, "Not quite yet!" Grabbing her nice, small butt, I rose to my feet, keeping my cock just at the very entrance of her womanhood. I carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. Letting her get comfortable, I started crawling between her legs. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy. I kissed my way up her luscious body starting at her ankles, then her calves; one, then the other, licking the inside of her knees, moving up, kissing and licking her thighs, brushing across her pussy and on upward. 

I licked and kissed her skin as I moved up, pausing at her breasts to suck and lick her nipples once again. Lying down beside her and letting my lips nibble on her earlobe, I let my fingers trace over her skin lightly, giving her whole body pleasure. My fingers worked their way down to her pussy and slightly parted her lips as I gathered some of her juices. Spreading the juices up to her clit and gently rubbing circles around it, I got closer and closer on each pass until I was right on her love button. Taking extra precaution not to be to hard on it, my attention caused her hips to rise upward. Sliding my fingers back down, I let my middle finger slide inside her pussy, stroking in and out as my lips started their way back down her body. Kissing all around her breasts and her abdomen, I let my tongue slip into her belly button as my finger found all the sensitive spots inside her hot, wet pussy, stimulating her G-spot. 

Moving between her legs, I started kissing her thighs working my way to her labia. Replacing my fingers with my tongue, I tasted her essence for the first time. Bringing my arms under her knees, I wrapped them around her pelvis and clasped them together. With my lips planted firmly against her outer lips and my tongue sliding inside, out, up and down her slit, her hips began to buck, and she was twisting her head moaning in ecstasy. Moving my lips up to surround her clitoris, I began sucking gently and flicking it with my tongue and reinserting my finger back into her pussy. She strained to move her hips, but I had her pinned down to the bed. As her passion began to rise, I started to hum with my lips and stroke the upper wall of her pussy with my finger, bringing her over the top to a screaming orgasm. She was pounding the bed with her clenched fists and flailing her body.

I wasted no time moving up and guided my cock into her hot, wet pussy. Slowly, one long thrust, all the way in, filling her pussy and feeling her muscles contracting from her dwindling orgasm. She brought her heels up, digging them in to my butt, holding me in deep within her cervix where I had been so many times the past few weeks. I slowly started gyrating my hips, causing my cock to rotate within her. It was not long before she relaxed her legs and let me begin to stroke out and back in. I kept a slow pace; long strokes in; out; in and out. We were both moaning, our bodies sweating, our musk mixing together in our passionate sweat. Kissing her, I began to pick up my pace faster and faster, our bodies slapping loudly. We were calling out each other's names. (The first tine she had done this). The passion was at its highest. We were both on the brink of orgasm when I plunged in deeply and held it there. Looking into her eyes, I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her passionately.




More Sex with Donna



Holding her tightly with my cock deep within her, we rolled over so she was on top. She sat up, flipping her hair back and smiling sexily at me. She started gyrating her hips in circles, then front to back; my cock sliding around in her (Donna's favorite position). I could feel her juices run down over my balls to the bed. Bending down, pressing her body against mine, she started to slide her hips up and down, driving my cock in and out of her overheated pussy. Faster and faster, she was in control now and there was no stopping. Holding me tightly, her breasts resting against my chest, she was on a mission. Our passion rose again, but this time it did not stop. Her hips thrusting up and down with my hips counter-thrusting to meet her rhythm, savoring the squishing sound as my cock drove deeply into her. Then Donna tensed, slamming her pussy down on my cock. I could feel her muscles beginning to contract as her fingernails dug into my back, grunting sounds coming from her throat while she ground her crotch against mine. 

I felt my cum boiling from deep within me and it erupted from my cock and exploding into her pussy. Screaming my name, her body began to tremble as she buried her face in my neck, her hips bucking involuntarily. Donna collapsed on top of me. We were both panting and gasping for breath. My erection began to diminish and I could feel our mixed juices running out of her to coat my crotch. Once we had come down from our passion, she rolled off to lie beside me. I rolled on my side to face her. I brushed the sweat-soaked hair from her face and told her how gorgeous she was. We kissed, and she said, "Let's wash off this sweat", as she rose and led me into the shower. We made love the more times that day, and as I dressed to go back to my apartment, Donna hugged me and thanked me for all I did. She took my face into hers and said, "I really like you and your wife. You have helped me when no one else would. What we did today is something you and I can continue for as long as you want to." 

I kissed her and said, "I'd like that!" Turned and went back upstairs to my apartment. That was many years ago, and Donna and I find time to continue our special relationship when I visit to Arizona.

Tom H.

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Donna is a very beautiful woman. She is tall, blonde, and tans to a gorgeous golden hue. I've worked with her on a project for quite some time and have had fantasies about her from the start. I feel an attraction to her every time that I see her. I'd noticed her looking at me at times when we've worked together, but neither one of us had voiced anything. She knew that I was married and I've been too frightened to say anything, since I knew that not only was she married, but I could be very wrong about the way that I've interpreted her looks. There had been many times though that I had longed to kiss the back of her neck as she leaned forward while we worked at the computer. She has very sensuous shoulders and neck. Donna was on the road most of the time lately training district engineers with a new state computer system. Donna hinted at her loneliness at these times, and we often worked late on the days when she was out of town.

My wife was in Phoenix on a business trip and Donna was training me and some other employees at the district office in Holbrook. It was in the late afternoon, and I was totally lost in gazing at her pretty neck and profile when I realized that she was staring at me over her shoulder. She had just asked me a question three times without a response. She noticed me turning red with embarrassment and started to turn red also, as she realized what I had been daydreaming about. I apologized and stood up to leave as she turned toward me to say something. She froze staring at my crotch where my hard on was now showing. My whole body felt on fire as I looked down at her, her red lips were glistening in the light and her eyes seemed to be deep green pools. I moaned another apology and started to leave when she reached forward to feel my cock. Thank god the other employees had left for the day! 

She quickly undid my belt and pulled down my zipper. One half of my mind was saying that I should get out now, and the other half said to grab the back of her head. My hands reacted before my feet and I pulled her head toward my cock. Donna opened her mouth to lick the head of my cock sticking above the waist of my shorts. I almost burst as the tip of her tongue flicked around the underside of the crown of my cock while her hands squeezed and tickled my balls through the material. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out my pants as Donna slid my shorts down. She closed her mouth around my cock and gently started to suck as her head bobbed forward. I still couldn't believe that this was happening, but took advantage of the opportunity to run my hands over her shoulders that I so admired. I reached below her chin to start undoing the buttons of her dress as my hips continued to rock into her. 

She shrugged out of her sleeves causing her large breasts to bounce teasingly within her bra. Her tanned shoulders and tits were a stark contrast against the whiteness of her bra. Donna pushed me back into my chair as she knelt, never taking her mouth off my cock. She took off her bra so that the upper half of her body was nude. I was enthralled by this tanned beauty kneeling between my legs, and I noticed that she didn't have any tan lines. Donna stopped sucking and slid her tongue up my stomach as she crawled forward. She teased my cock with her nipples, running the nipples up the length of my cock. She licked my nipples then slid back down so that my cock was between her tits. She pushed them together and started to jack me off with her golden tits as she tongued my torso. When she could feel me getting ready to cum, she quickly slid down to take me back into her mouth. 

Her mouth was so hot that I could not hold back, and started to shoot into her sucking mouth as my hands pinned her head to my crotch. She leaned back after her performance and her tits bounced and were glistening with my pre-cum. I picked her up by the waist and put her back in her chair while I started to lick her clean. I started at her belly button, licking upwards until her breasts were clean. Her hands locked behind my head when I sucked and teased her huge erect nipples. I pulled up to her mouth and we kissed for the first time. I could taste myself on her tongue and started to get hard again. I slid back down her body while I pushed her dress past her hips. I started to kiss her mound as she raised her hips to allow the dress and her thong to slide to the ground. She parted her long legs and placed her heels on my back, pulling me toward her pussy.

I tongued the inside of her thighs, running the tip close to the goal, but stopping short and repeating the motion on her other thigh while my fingers were caressing her ass, stomach, and the backs of her legs. She leaned forward to grab my hair, causing her breasts to push forward in an awesome fashion. I had little choice but to start kissing her shaved pussy. I lightly ran my tongue along her lips up to her clit causing her to moan and try to pin my head. I kept this up until her legs started to shake. I then separated her labia with my fingers and dipped my tongue into her dripping pussy. She cried out as she thrust upward trying to fuck my tongue. I held on to her ass as her body slid forward on the chair. Donna had her knees spread wide and up to her chest as her hands held my hair. I started to fuck her with my tongue; pushing it in as far as I could as my nose ran into her clit. 

Donna was starting to moan loudly, her head was thrown back as she tried to shove her hips to me. I slid my tongue down and licked her anus, getting a loud shriek and I repeated my motion, shoving it up past her ring. I moved back up to her clit and back down to her ass as she was crying out. Donna grabbed the back of her knees pulling them wide to give me even better access as her face was dark with her impending orgasm. She cried out and her pussy spasmed around my tongue she came. I continued running my tongue in and out of her pussy, then moved down to start fucking her ass with my tongue. Donna immediately spasmed into another orgasm, her ass was squeezing my tongue with the contractions. Donna sat up, her body damp with perspiration, and slid her pussy down my chest until she engulfed my cock. She started licking around my 

mouth and sucking on my tongue as she tasted herself. 

She started fucking me wildly, her tits pinned against my chest, and I was caught up in her wildness. All I could think of was the lushness of her body moving around me. Donna wrapped her legs around my waist and I laid her onto her back as I continued to fuck her. I was driving into her with complete abandon when I felt her start to cum again. Donna grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me into her as she lifted her head to suck on my nipples. I started fucking her harder as I could feel my balls contract. I was moaning loudly as she whimpered against my chest. I looked down to see those beautiful shoulders below me and her tits jiggling as her mouth moved to my other nipple and I burst deep into her with a yell. Donna's pussy just kept contracting around my cock as she came with me. We collapsed to the floor, and we kissed lovingly while we tried to catch our breath. 

I raised myself up on to one elbow as I continued caressing her. Donna's beauty seemed to glow! As we got dressed, I asked Donna about her lack of tan lines. She smiled and said that I would just have to find out some time. The next morning, I called her hotel on some business pretext and she asked me if we could work at her place that day. I felt a tug in my groin as I agreed. I was pretty breathless when I knocked on her door, wondering if I would get an encore performance. Donna opened the door and let me in. She was wearing the skimpiest string bikini, and had her hair done up in a long single blonde braid. I followed her out to her private patio, getting hard as I looked at her gorgeous ass rocking before me. Donna sat down on a blanket in the sun and took her bikini off. I gasped at her breasts shining in the sunlight as she applied oil to them, fondling her nipples until they hardened. 

She then applied oil to her stomach and ran her fingers across her bare pubic area and parted her legs. I could see her pink flesh as her fingers massaged her pussy lips. Donna smiled at me and said that I looked over-dressed. I stripped and knelt down next to her. Donna rolled on to her stomach and asked if I would oil her back. I massaged the oil into her shoulders as I nibbled at her earlobes and kissed the nape of her neck. I oiled down her back until I got to her ass. I moved down to her feet, massaging them carefully then sucking on each of her toes. Donna started to squirm at this attention and slid one of her hands to her pussy, playing with her clit with her thumb while she pushed two fingers into herself. I started oiling up her legs, kneeling between them, mesmerized by her plunging fingers. Donna's knees slid farther out as her butt lifted into the air as she got more excited. 

Her ass was open to me and I started to massage oil into her ass cheeks as I bent down to tongue her pussy around her fingers. I slid my tongue up the crack of her ass and pushed it into her anus. Donna cried out, thrusting her ass at my face, trying to get more penetration. I pulled back and put some oil into her hole, pushing my finger into her ass. Donna was masturbating faster now and her face was flushed as she bit her lower lip and moaned. I got two fingers into her ass as I tried to steady her slick body. I got so excited with the sight, sound, and scent of her, glistening in the sunlight that I got up on my knees and put my turgid cock at the opening of her pussy. I nudged in carefully to see what response I would get. Donna groaned and pushed back with her shining ass and the head of my cock was engulfed in her heat. Damn she was so tight, but her juices let me slide in easily.

I started to slowly pump into her pussy as she continued fucking her clit with her fingers. She came with a loud cry while she kept squeezing her vagina around my cock, trying to milk me. I grabbed her braid and pulled her up to her knees as I started to fuck her pussy a little quicker. I was in heaven, her golden body beneath, my cock between her nether cheeks pounding her pussy. I couldn't believe the sight, and started to hammer into her cervix causing her cheeks to jiggle with the impact, and her massive breasts to dance back and forth. Donna braced herself on her elbows as she pushed back toward me, meeting my thrusts. Her mouth was open as she gasped for air, tits swinging rhythmically, as she approached another orgasm. Donna's body started to spasm sending electricity through my balls. I gripped her hips with both hands and started to thrust into her, my hips slapping into her ass as I came, shooting deep into her cervix as she cried out in another orgasm. 

Donna's arms collapsed and I kept pumping into her as her tits spread to the sides of her chest. I collapsed onto her back and slid my hands under her to squeeze her tits as I nipped the nape of her neck. Donna rolled back so that we were on our sides. She craned her neck so that we could kiss as I continued playing with her nipples. My cock was still in her pussy and Donna was squeezing me, trying to keep me hard. She bent forward so that she could reach my balls and started massaging them. I kept on moving in her and felt myself start to get hard again. I couldn't believe the treatment I was receiving. I concentrated and felt my cock start to spread her ass again. I continued rocking her as she massaged my balls. As I got more excited, I roughly pushed her back on to her face and started to fuck as hard as I could. She felt so hot and tight as I slammed into her. 

Donna was grunting with each thrust as I gripped her shoulders. She braced her hands in front of her to keep from sliding too much because of the deep penetrating assault. I felt my balls seize up and I shot another load into her, crying out at the pleasure and pain of my release. I pulled out of her pussy and collapsed next to her. Donna started to kiss me in as she massaged her pussy on my thigh. I slid my hand down her flat belly until I could massage her clit, causing her to bite my lip as she came. Her whole body was shaking as I held her. We took a shower together to clean up and cool off. I gently soaped in her ass as I cleaned her. Donna knelt down after she cleaned my cock and sucked me into her mouth. As I started to cum, she pulled back and let my cum shoot over her face and on to her tits as she jerked me off. She pulled me back into her mouth and sucked me until I quit spurting. 

She grinned and said that she always liked to have someone cum on her face. I knelt down and started to rub the cum off of her cheeks and breasts. We cuddled on the couch for the rest of the morning, relishing in our nakedness. We had lunch together and experimented with food on each other and ended up fucking on the room table. We were caressing each other when her cell phone rang. Donna's eyes widened as she said hello to her husband. She did a good job of keeping her voice natural until I started playing with her clit. She was wet already as I leaned her over the back of the couch, licking her pussy and ass as she listened on the phone. She gasped as I shoved my cock into her pussy and bent over her shoulder and listened in on her call. Donna was really hot and started to rock back into me, as I doubled her pleasure by reaching under and playing with her clit. She was gasping on the phone saying that she loved him as her legs started to shake. 

I heard her husband say, "You're getting fucked right now, aren't you!"

I was shocked and surprised as she responded, "Yes! Julian's cock is buried in my cervix as we speak!"

Obviously, they had had this conversation before with Donna's other partners banging her and not new to this. I heard her husband say during her change in moans and groans, "He's cumming inside you isn't he?" 

Donna murmured, "Yes!"

More grunts and moans and then Donna had an orgasm and thrust deeper against me. I heard her husband say as I finished my climax, "Wow! That was quite a load he pumped into you!"

Donna said, "Yes! Julian has cum so much inside me that it's oozing out my lips around his cock. Do you want him to cum again?"

"Yes, my love! Let me hear him fill you again!"

I didn't need to be asked. I continued to fuck her sweet pussy and maintained my erection. I think the fact that her husband knew and could hear me fucking his beautiful hot wife's pussy and filling her with my seed caused a surge of adrenalin in my loins. I continued to assault her pussy from behind, grasping both her hips and pulling myself deeper inside her cervix for maximum penetration as my thighs slapped her ass cheeks and my balls teased her clit. Donna's huge tits were swaying and gyrating as a slammed into her and I'm sure her husband her each slap, groan, moan, grunt, and sigh as we fucked. Finally, my awareness of his knowledge that I was about to fill his wife's cervix with my semen caused me to explode as my cock-head expanded and my testicles jerked and shot a pint of fluid deep into Donna's pussy. Donna groaned and pushed herself back into me, impaling her lithe body onto my pulsating rod.

She kept be imbedded as deep as possible while milking my shaft with her vaginal contractions, sucking every available ounce of jizz from my shaft and balls. She quivered and shook on her tiptoes as she came, attempting to balance herself over the table. However, there was no need for balance as my cock was so swollen and hard that it fully supported her tiny body. Without removing my cock from her body, I grabbed her thighs and carried her with me towards the patio and leaned her over the railing. I wanted to fuck her on her hotel deck with the hopes of someone seeing us. She continued to talk to her husband and tell him about what I was doing to her. She said her good-byes and I love you's and hung up the phone as she collapsed with a screaming orgasm over the railing. Sweat was pouring off of her as she told me to fuck her again. She kept on cumming as I pounded into her. 

Donna's beautiful naked breast and ass revealed to the world and my excitement sent me over the edge as I shot into her again, burying myself to the hilt, twisting my hips to get maximum penetration and sensation. We collapsed on the patio chaise lounge and Donna locked her mouth on mine, her tongue nearly reaching my throat as her body shakes slowly subsided. When she could talk again, she told me that she had never felt so wicked or excited in her life. She said hearing her husband's voice while I was in her pussy was so exciting that she was getting hot just thinking about it. This occurred several years ago, and Donna and I repeated similar scenarios after, but I will always remember the first time. She is the most sexy, alluring, sensuous woman I have ever seen or met in Arizona, and I thank her and her husband for the good times!

I only wish that my wife was as open-minded and sexual as Donna. I'll bet that most men wish they had a wife or girlfriend as hot and sexually liberated as this woman. Well, I'm delighted I met and loved such a woman in my lifetime. It was truly a liberating experience! 

Julian ADOT



More Sex with the X



Author's note: This is the second installment of what I hadn't originally conceived of as a series. Before reading this you may wish to read the previous story, "Sex with the X?" It explains more about the characters' backgrounds and details their most recent sexual encounter.

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It had been nearly two years since I'd last seen Christina, and even though my cock hadn't so much as rubbed against her wonderful pussy on that occasion I still found myself regularly rerunning the events of that hot oral encounter at my old bachelor pad through my mind. All of that touching and stroking and licking and coming that we'd illicitly shared rarely failed to arouse me.

I was still with Melissa — in fact, she and I had given up our separate spaces and moved in together into a larger unit in the three-flat that I'd already been living in when she and I met, with the mutual understanding that we'd marry someday down the line and all that, no need to rush into anything. 

Our companionship was strong; the sex, less so. Correction: Melissa and I had pretty satisfying sex, but not nearly as often as I would have liked. Her drive just didn't meet mine — despite the obvious love and care that she had for me, Melissa's career still came first, and me second. (And on many nights in our bed, not at all.) But back then, in my 29th year, I was beginning to feel fairly certain that I'd never find someone who was a great fit with me in both personality and libido; all of my exes seemed to fit into one camp or the other. 

Except, perhaps, Christina. It was hard for me sometimes to even recall just why we had broken up. She had a tendency to shut me out at times, which was frustrating. She had a quick temper that often surprised me with its sudden appearances. And she was prone to jealousy; she confronted me at least half a dozen times with suspicions that I was cheating on her with one or another of my many platonic female friends. Which was funny, in hindsight, since Christina was actually the first and only woman with whom I'd ever cheated. In the end, our downfall came about from all of the little fights we had, each one a fissure in our relationship that eventually cracked apart from the pressure of the stress.

Now I was headed to Boston on an early Wednesday morning flight for a two-day summit my firm was hosting at the Ritz-Carlton. I'd booked an extra night's free stay there for myself through the corporate rewards program, ostensibly to meet up with Barry, a high school friend who'd attended college in Boston and decided to make it his home. To give myself plausible deniability to Melissa, I had in fact made plans to have Barry swing by the hotel at checkout time on Friday so we could hit a tavern for lunch and then get me to Logan for my afternoon flight home. But I'd already made Thursday dinner plans with Christina, who'd sounded very happy to hear from me when I'd called a week earlier to let her know I'd be in town. We'd even had a bit of phone fun before her fiancé Ted had interrupted things by arriving home before either of us could get off.

Needless to say, the summit dragged on. My attention was barely there half of the time, but I slogged through in hopes of a sweet reward at the end. I took my notes as best I could for the report I would have to write up, grateful that the panel sessions and discussions were being recorded as well. But like all things, the event eventually ended. With a final promise to my asshole of a boss "not to have too much fun" during my stay-over, I returned to my room to relax for a bit. Christina wasn't due to meet me down at the Avery Bar until 6, so I had a few hours to unwind and rest up.

I returned to my very nice Park View Room (I was in good with our Corporate Travel group, where my friend Misty always booked a better room for me than my boss) and took in the sight of the snowy afternoon for several minutes before removing my black suit jacket, tie, white shirt and shoes. I lay down on my back on the king-size bed, idly channel surfing until I found just the right cable news commentator to give me a bit of inspiration. She was one of those angry bleached blondes who complained about how our philanderer-in-chief Bill Clinton was destroying our country, teeth gnashing with feigned outrage. All I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck the rage out of her here in this very bed where countless hotel guests over the years had done everything from making sweet, tender love to acting out the most aggressive sexual scenarios.

I manipulated myself slowly despite the surprising hardness of my thoughts, savoring every sensation, alternately sliding my right hand over the front of my woolen trousers to massage the underside of my penis as it lay across the lower part of my abdomen, then reaching down through my waistband and my boxer briefs' fly, encircling my shaft and thrusting into my palm. I held the remote control in my left hand, considering ordering up some pay-per-view porn, stopped by the thought that Misty in Travel might somehow see the expense on my guest statement and decide against approving this particular in-room charge.

In just a few minutes the rough friction of my calloused hand on my cock began to draw my pre-come forth — sticky, slippery drops that I rubbed into my head and down my shaft. The temptation to pull my pants off and continue on through release was strong, but I had my wits about me enough to decide that delayed gratification would ultimately bring me greater satisfaction. I stopped, rolled over onto my stomach with care, removed and placed my glasses on the pillow next to me and quickly drifted off into a sweet sleep.

My internal alarm clock brought me awake shortly after 5. I walked into the bathroom, saw the pillow's effect on my face and the mess that my nap had made of my hair, and opted to shower. The water pressure felt great on my scalp and back, so much better than the dribble that passed for a shower back at the apartment in Chicago. The combination of my soapy hand and thoughts of the prospective sweet treat ahead quickly made me erect again. In my younger years I might've finished the job in hopes of lasting longer later, but now I liked to exert more control over my climaxes. Again I denied myself, and my hardness slowly subsided as I exited and toweled off. I went through my usual quick preparation of finger-combing my hair, brushing my teeth, gargling and applying a bit of deodorant before getting dressed, swapping a yellow button-up in place of my white one and putting on a powder-blue tie and my black suit. 

I took the elevator down to the Avery Bar with a few minutes to spare, happy to find some room at the bar. I ordered a neat pour of Blanton's, enjoying the bourbon's deliciously sweet caramel corn nose, taking tiny sips while waiting for Christina. I took in the scenery, wondering how it is that high-end hotels always seem to feature very glamorous, attractive women with perfect hair and makeup in sexy cocktail dresses decked out with all manner of sparkling jewelry. I would've laid fair odds that the blonde with the obviously fake breasts sitting at the end of the bar giving a wolfish smile to that guy old enough to be her grandfather was in fact a prostitute. 

My musings came to an end when I felt a hand on my arm. "Hey, you," Christina said in greeting. I turned to look at her, both of us smiling, and slid off of my barstool to embrace her.

"You look amazing," I said, holding her close against me for a moment and kissing her near her ear. She really did. Christina was a little thinner then when I'd last seen her, which actually enhanced her hourglass figure, all hips and tits. She'd also applied some blondish highlights to her shoulder-length red hair. I helped her off with her coat, revealing a wintery black dress that fell almost to her knees, a hint of black hosiery showing between the hem of the dress and the top of her black leather boots. She wore minimal makeup as always, her lightly freckled pale skin practically glowing, her lips painted a beautiful crimson. Delicious.

She sat in the bar stool to the right of me and ordered a dirty martini while I opted for another pour of Blanton's. We decided to have a light meal at the bar, bruschetta and a cheese plate. She told me about how much she was enjoying her graduate program in music, that she'd switched her area of concentration, and talked about the fun she had playing at open mics with different combinations of classmates. I caught her up on my doings, my boredom with my job, the lack of appealing alternatives. Neither of us mentioned our partners.

As the hour passed 7 pm the bar grew increasingly crowded. Christina and I sat closely together, our legs touching electrifyingly every time either of us moved. She finished her second martini, picked the blue-cheese-stuffed olive up by the cocktail pick, placed it on her lips, then closed her lips together and gently sucked some of the cheese out while I watched, entranced and aroused. Still holding the olive between her lips, she pulled the toothpick away, swallowing the round green orb into her mouth and swallowing audibly. Her left hand felt up my right leg, gave the tip of my erection a quick squeeze, and gestured toward the door with parted lips and a movement of her head. "Your room?" she asked. My right hand shot up, beckoning the bartender over for the check and charging it to my room, Christina periodically stroking me over my pants during an excruciating two minutes. 

I held my coat in front of me, walked uncomfortably to the elevators, where a couple that looked to be in their 60s was waiting. I put my free arm around Christina's waist, whispered in her ear just how badly I needed her. Even with the muted lighting, I could see in the mirrored elevator doors that my face was flushed. A chime sounded as the elevator arrived and the doors opened, a couple stepping out before the elderly pair entered, the two of us following. I pressed the button for my floor, turned to stand face to face with Christina, my brown eyes looking down into her green ones. "It's so nice to see two young people in love," the old woman remarked while her companion shushed her. Love hell; this is just lust, my inner voice insisted. Five floors up, the doors opened, the geezers departed and we were left alone, our mouths immediately finding one another, tongues circling one another urgently for the few seconds it took to arrive at my floor.

Christina exited first, taking my hand and pulling me along just behind her. "To the right — room 1214," I told her. 

I opened the door to my room and led Christina inside. We dropped our coats and her oversized purse on the luggage rack just inside the entrance and walked past the closet and bathroom into the larger chamber beyond. I turned around, put my arms around her waist and met her mouth. She took the lead in our dance, walking forward and pushing me backwards onto the enormous bed. I had barely even lifted my head when she was upon me, straddling me, grinding against me. My cock felt her damp heat, even through our many layers of clothing. 

I reached up behind her, found the zipper on her dress, pulled it down. She stood, let the dress fall, shimmied out of it, walking across the room and folding it over a chair. She looked amazing, her pale DD-cup breasts spilling out over a too-small black bra, accompanied by matching panties, black garters, hose and those high leather boots. 

She looked over at me, walked back to the bed, pulled me up by my tie and kissed me hungrily, breaking it off with a rough, unexpected bite to my lower lip as she brought her other hand up to undo my knot and lower my head back to the bed, using my untied strip of silk like a bridle to ease me back. She crawled onto the bed, lowering her panty-covered crotch onto my aching, clothed tumescence, and placed her hands on the top button of my shirt, slowly undoing each of my buttons while rubbing against me. Then she undid my belt buckle, slid back and off the bed, stood and pulled my pants down and off, sliding my shoes off to accomplish the task. 

Wasting no time, Christina approached the bed from the side and swung one leg over my head, lowering her moist nylon panties over my face as she settled into a 69 position. The sensation was amazing; the smell of leather from her boots straddling my head competing with the scent of her arousal. I licked her through the nylon, adding to the wetness, luxuriating in her taste, my tongue surprised to find that she was hairless. I felt her teeth gently bite down on my cotton-sheathed erection before she opened the fly, freeing me, taking my tip in her mouth as I pushed her underwear aside to better access her sweet love tunnel. I curled my tongue and licked aggressively, parting her folds, my reward a taste of her indescribably sweet, tangy, creamy cunt.

I chuckled softly as I painted the shapes of the letters that make up my first, middle and last names around and across her vagina with my tongue, secretly claiming it as my own. She writhed on my face for several minutes while I enjoyed her mouth's ministrations on me. My glasses began to fog up from the humid heat. It felt wonderful, but I wanted more. 

Christina let out a small, surprised shriek as I lifted her off of me and stood up, lining her ass up with the edge of the bed while she remained on all fours. I removed my shirt and tie, pulled her panties down and off of one leg, leaving them dangling from the boot on her right leg. I quickly reached up to the middle of her back and unsnapped her bra, then rubbed my hardness along her wetness, reveling in the contact between the bundle of nerves at the end of my cock and her swollen clitoris, my pre-ejaculate fluid mixing with her own lubrication, a river meeting the sea. I pulled back one final time, wrapped my hand around her thighs and pushed upwards, filling her tight fuck hole in a single hard thrust that elicited a gasp from her.

We quickly found a hard, fairly fast rhythm, me pulling her toward me with each stroke, her pulling away as I pulled out. The room filled with her sighs and moans, my grunts, and the sound of our flesh slapping together every time I sank completely into her wonderfully accommodating pussy. It had been years since I'd had the pleasure of Christina's box, and it felt better than ever. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Steve," she moaned, looking back at me over her left shoulder. I slapped her on the right ass cheek in response, then sped up for another minute before coming to a sudden stop, not wanting to come just yet.

"On your side," I instructed, and she obeyed. I lay beside her on my left side and reinserted myself, luxuriating in the velvety smoothness of our conjoined sex. I licked, kissed and nibbled her right shoulder and the back of her neck as I found a slow but hard tempo, enjoying the sight of her right breast jiggling each time I slammed into her. I reached my right arm around her hip and found her clit, rubbing it with two fingers as she sighed with pleasure. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...." she quietly intoned until her orgasm overtook her. I rode out her shaking, bewitched by the sensations in her quivering pussy and the wonderful song she let out, then found that my own need had grown too great just as she began to subside.

I pulled out, slid away from her and got to my feet quickly. She fell onto her back, and I gave my cock a few quick strokes with my hand. I took in the amazing sight of her, her boots, hose and garter still on, her hairless cunt gaping open, lips distended, her creamy smooth stomach, pancaking breasts, pursed lips, eyes half open and very intent on me. I felt my little death extend from my thighs to my chest as I ejaculated for the first time in three days, my jism coming forth in thick ropes, the first two spurts reaching her breasts, the next few her stomach, then down near her pussy until finally I rubbed myself against the stocking just above her right knee, the final few droplets of my pleasure trickling out onto the nylon. I collapsed onto her, kissed her deeply, fell onto my right side and watched as my come began to dissipate, losing its viscosity and trickling into her cleavage, down the side of her torso every time she took a breath.

"That," I began....

"Was fucking intense," she said definitively.

"God yeah," I said, my voice softening with the satiation of my need. I ran my left index finger around her left nipple, scooped up some of my sperm and rubbed it into her breast absentmindedly as she watched with a sense of blissed-out wonder on her face. "I've missed this. I've missed you." 

"I miss you too."

"And now you're a thousand miles away. If only you were closer, we could get together more often. Maybe even get back together."

We were quiet for a quarter of an hour, gently caressing one another's bodies as we silently spooned. Finally I had to get up to urinate, to flush out any stragglers from my urethra. I decided to brush my teeth and clean up a bit with some soap as well. Christina followed me, picking up her bag and placing it on the desk. When I exited the bathroom several minutes later I found her boots at the foot of the bed, and her beneath the covers, with only the light on the unoccupied side of the bed still on. I knew she'd had an early start to the day getting to class after closing at her retail job the night before, so I let her rest. I went to the door, opened it just enough to hang the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle, closed the security latch, turned out the light and joined her beneath the covers.

I lay there in the dark on my back for a while listening to Christina's soft breathing, my brain racing in contrast to the stillness. Was this just sex? Did I want something more with this woman? Could we start again?

My line of self-inquiry was interrupted when something else started again — my cock, which Christina had begun stroking to life. "Well hello there," she purred at me in the dark, the room lit solely by the ambient light coming through the sheer curtained window. 

"Hello yourself," I replied, placing a hand between her legs, pleased to find that her wetness hadn't subsided, teasing along the length of her pussy with my middle finger while my thumb sought out her clit. The newly shaven thing was quite a turn-on; Melissa wasn't exactly a tomboy, but she didn't go for hair removal down there. Our mutual readiness evident, Christina rolled on top of me, sitting up straight, positioned my penis at her entrance and lowered herself onto me. She leaned forward, and I took advantage of the opportunity to lick her nipples and silver-dollar-sized areola, loving the feel of her nipples between my lips as they hardened in response to my stimulation. 

I took her hands in mine, then pushed back against them to get her to lean back, keeping our pace slow but changing my angle of attack to increase the stimulation for both of us. I took her left hand in my right one, placing it on her clit. "Guide me to your pleasure," I instructed. She fingered herself with my hand over hers; I traced each of her manual movements as we continued fucking. 

"God, I love this dick," Christina whispered hoarsely, bringing a smile to my face. I continued on, changing angles as best I could, exploring every bit of her tight womanhood. Her orgasm came suddenly, an unexpected series of cries as her pussy spasmed around me, what little light there was in the room showing the contortions of her face in shadow. 

I slowed the pace, still in need of release. "Stop, stop it — I can't take it anymore right now; I'm too sensitive down there," Christina announced, releasing me and rolling off of me.

I stroked myself slowly, the combination of our fluids giving me plenty of lubrication. "Can I...do you in the ass?" I asked, testing her boundaries. Anal sex was a very rare thing for me back then; after we'd reviewed our mutual sexual histories years ago Christina had pejoratively referred to Tracey, a one-night stand with which I'd done it, as "Assfuck Girl." Christina had always been clear with me that she considered it an exit, not an entrance — but she'd evolved in some ways, so I was hopeful that she'd let me do something that Melissa was not at all into.




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"Fuck no — that hurts like hell, especially with a dick the size of yours," she replied. I certainly didn't consider myself exceptionally big, which told me Ted must not pack much. 

"How about this, then?" I asked as I rolled over her and straddled her chest, roughly pushing her breasts up together around my cock. She was silent and non-responsive during my first few strokes, then opened her mouth and licked my head, encouraging me to thrust further up so that each of my strokes ended in her mouth. The sensation of her copious, creamy, warm tit flesh around my cock coupled with her oral work quickly pushed me over the edge. "Fuck, fuck, I'm coming," I gasped weakly in a high-pitched tone, pushing as much of my penis into her mouth as I could from this position. She sucked hungrily as I came, and continued to lick as I softened, finally withdrawing when the sensations proved to be too much. "Thank you," I said, kissing her lips gently, the drained feeling leaving me drowsy.

"That's alright. I'm going to sleep for real now. We'll give it another go in the morning." 

I wondered what excuse she'd given Ted for staying out all night, but didn't ask. "That sounds real good," I said, lying back and finding sleep falling upon me quickly. 

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A few hours later I was awoken by a slap to the face. I tried to get up but found myself unable, restrained by cold steel around my wrists, my arms bound over my head. "What the fuck?" I said nervously as the light next to my side of the bed turned on....



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The great thing about Scott was he knew he was dealing an extra sensitive Virgo here, despite how I came across on the outside. He was sure to avoid any comments that could be interpreted as critical remarks. I was already hard enough on myself after being constantly criticized by my first husband. Jerry caused me to be insecure and feel dirty and lose all my self assurance. I was really withdrawn and believed I was useless and unlovable except for sex. Scott's reassurance in all forms helped me feel safe enough to take the next steps in all aspects of my life. My career flourished after I went back to school, and my confidence in my looks and appearance accelerated as I was introduced to physical training and model photography. I learned to use my looks and body in a positive way as well as a sexual one. I could dress the part of any woman, from young shy wife to professional business woman, or I could play the part of a college girl or be the seductive tramp. I practiced perfect hygiene, manicured nails and toes, shaved body hair, and coiffure hairstyles. I was the "girl next door", the trophy wife, and the drop-dead gorgeous administrative assistant all in one.

Yet, I still had a yearning in my loins for cosmic orgasms and fantastic sex! I needed multiple cocks to satisfy my cravings and I loved the attention I got from men. When Scott learned of my past and got me to fully open up to him, he slowly encouraged me to re-experiment with the lifestyle on our terms with no pressures or rush. He assured me he was turned-on by men's desires to have me and encouraged me to dabble in my fantasies and some of his. With a green light to dabble in my desires, how could a woman refuse? My husband thinks I'm hot, but does not consider me a trophy wife at all. He's basically the least superficial person I know. Scott's friends tease him and say that I'm a trophy wife (it's only because I'm blonde, and in the American society, people are obsessed with blondes. (I'm not super hot or anything, just normal). That doesn't bother me either because they know me and know that's not why he married me. It's hard not be incredibly defensive or feel that you have to wear your resume on your sleeve to be taken seriously.

For a while, I purposely tried to down play my appearance, or look like I "was not trying to be attractive" and that I didn't mean to look the way I did, so I wouldn't have to deal with other peoples' judgments. But Scott pointed out that this wasn't fair to me. I shouldn't have to sacrifice myself so other people will perceive me differently. At this point in my life, I have accepted that people will judge me as such and don't go out of my way to change their perceptions. It's unfair and it sucks, but I refuse to compromise myself for other peoples' opinions. Because I'm from a year-round sunshine state though, I've learned to accent my best features. I have green eyes, year-round tanned skin, and a flashing smile. However, my crowning glory is my long blonde hair. It is shoulder length, thick and moves when I toss my head. I do this a lot, especially when I'm seated next to a good looking man. I attend aerobics class and the gym at least three times a week. Slowly, I've built up muscles in my legs and arms which make me feel good, and my husband provides me with the chance to dress up in slinky dresses and show them off.

I work out for at least an hour a day, focusing mostly on cardio with some strength training thrown in for good measure. I try to keep up a natural tan (no sprays or creams) and work on my hair and nails constantly. I have my hair trimmed stylishly, keep it looking full and clean, and regularly get my roots touched up. Whether you like it or not, blondes attract the most attention from men, although it is not essential to be blonde. I get a manicure/pedicure on a weekly basis, as well as periodic massages, facials, and waxing. I always dress stylishly, (keeping up with the times) and wear clothes that flatter my body. In short, I try to look so hot that I turn men's heads everywhere. I became a great listener and don't let my attention wander. I always learn peoples' names and use them throughout my conversations with them. I learned to make conversation effortlessly with anyone, and my husband was proud to take me anywhere. Most of all, I learned to be successful on my own.

I became well educated and was able to stimulate my husband and others intellectually as well as emotionally and sexually. I polished my skills on how to network and organize. Further, I learned how to organize successful lifestyle parties, whether threesomes, couples, or groups. Make sure you and your partner are on equal footing when discussing a threesome. It is best not to arrange a threesome if you've been having recent relationship problems. Have open communication about your intentions for the threesome. You can give suggestions and let your partner go with his own ideas. Agree on gender, age, experience and personality for your third partner. If you can't find a suitable partner, you might consider hiring a professional. You may be able to find one online, at a strip club or through an escort service. Set boundaries and agree on a game plan before beginning your threesome. You may want to reserve certain activities for one-on-one. Decide who goes first. Don't be afraid to experiment, but remember to stick to the agreed game plan. See that each person gets an equal share of the action. Who knows, your partner may find watching is more fun.

One of the greatest dangers of having a threesome is that one or both of you might develop feelings for the third you've chosen to join you. This is why it is essential to choose the right person to fill out your ménage à trois. In order to avoid awkwardness later on, it shouldn't be someone that either of you are close to, but ideally, it shouldn't be a total stranger either. No matter how carefully you choose, however, there is still the possibility that the sex act could lead to unexpected feelings. If the third is a casual acquaintance, it should be fairly easy to separate yourselves from him or her afterwards, and then the feelings should subside. Many couples get into a rut in the bedroom and end up having the same kind of sex, in the same position, at the same time, for the same duration and frequency. This can lead to boredom and resentment. There are many ways to add something new to your lovemaking, but none perhaps so blatant as adding another male to the situation. With another man involved, the permutations and combinations are endless and you'll want to try them all out. 

You can truly let your imaginations run wild and try things you never would've considered otherwise. Jealousy is a difficult emotion to overcome, and having a threesome is incredibly likely to push all your insecurity buttons. This can be both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, it can be emotionally grueling to attempt to get over the feeling of being threatened or overshadowed while another man is going down on your wife. On the other hand, if you can manage to enjoy the experience without letting jealousy get in the way, you will have grown as a person and not allowed your insecurities to rule, which can lead to a very welcome increase in self-confidence. Threesomes are not for everyone! Both you and your partner must be completely secure with your relationship before you attempt a ménage à trois. Don't try a threesome as a last ditch effort to save your failing relationship unless you're counting on it to be the straw that broke the camel's back. 

There are pros and cons when it comes to threesomes, but you'll have a much greater chance of success if you start with honesty, continue with a sense of adventure and act out of confidence, not doubt. After Scot and I were married a year, we had a few threesomes and cuckolds. Our experience has been positive and we have remained married. However, not every couple that had threesomes are as successful as us. The main thing to remember, threesomes involve risk, uncertainty, and just because you have a good experience once, does not mean it will always be the case. In order to have a threesome, both of you need to make a commitment to each to work through the issues, be mature enough not to use the experience against each other, and put aside any jealous feelings. It takes a lot to have sex with someone else while your partner watches, and it takes allot to watch your wife having sex with someone else. Nothing can fully prepare you for that, and it takes a lot of talking to get you to the point where you can cope with it. 

If you are able to do that while keeping your lines of communication open, then you are on your way to having a chance at having a successful threesome. My advice is, if you are considering having a threesome, take it slow, talk it through, and do not push each other into it. I believe that sharing a new experience with a partner is just as bonding as two people having sex, just like some believe kissing to be more intimate than the sex itself. It all comes down to trust. Do you trust your partner? Do they trust you? A deep discussion should be had before bringing a third man into the bedroom to avoid any problems during or after. That said, for some couples, a threesome can be the perfect way to add excitement to a relationship. For the right couple taking the right steps, a threesome can be a really positive experience for everybody involved. It can give you a chance to be with somebody without actually cheating; it can let you into a hidden, taboo sexual world; and it satisfies a voyeuristic urge that many people have hidden away. 

Letting a third person into the bedroom creates a completely different dynamic; one that can be very exciting for everyone taking part. Whether you go for your neighbor or for the hot guy you came across on an internet dating site really depends on what's right for you and your partner. But no matter who you choose or how you choose them, make sure to discuss all your ground rules with your third party, and assure that he understands what can and cannot happen in the bedroom. That is, if you do it right! Just because you fantasize about a threesome doesn't necessarily mean you should have one. Not all couples are made of the right stuff to last through this sort of experience. Think you have what it takes?

It is true that there are many men out there who would join a MFM threesome at the drop of a hat. However, this does not mean that all men are comfortable with it. Some men are homophobic and do not want another man's genitals anywhere near their own; other men are jealous and possessive of their women and are not ready to share. More and more women, however, are curious about being with two men. If done properly, the experience will bring you closer together and intensify the physical intimacy between the two of you. A MFM threesome should only happen if the two of you are in a strong, loving and trusting place. Group sex is never a good band aid to heal other problems in the relationship. If you don't believe your relationship is in a good place right now, you should focus on the two of you solving your relationship problems first. Group sex can increase your desire for your primary partner. For many people, it is easy to take your partner for granted and forget what an amazing person you have in your life.

Seeing your wife with another man can make you see her "anew" and remind you why she is the love of your life. Group sex can also make you want to claim her as yours, which can bring exciting energy into your relationship. In a MFM threesome, generally, both men are straight. In most MFM threesomes, the focus of lovemaking is centered on the woman and both men focus on pleasuring her. Since a MFM threesome involves two men, it tends to be more competitive. Both men want to please the female, so they both work hard to top each other (no pun intended). This is incredibly amazing for the woman, because she is the lucky center of all of this attention. Even men who are jealous find that when they see their woman with another man, the hotness of the experience outweighs the jealousy. There is something primal and male about proving to a woman that she belongs to you, and this is what will bring the two of you closer if this lifestyle is for you. A girl should be ready for really intense sex where little or no romance (except between the primary couple) is necessary.

It is for this reason that some couples say it is "easier" to have a MFM threesome; all three people involved do not need to have romantic feelings to have a successful and hot encounter. Before your first MFM threesome, husband and wife should discuss the following issues to make sure you are ready and are on the same page. What is the wife's fantasy? What would she like to have happen sexually? Does she want to go down on both of you at the same time? Does she want to be penetrated by you both? Does she want you to watch him make love to her or have him watch both of you? What are her fantasies and what would you both like to see happen? What are your limits? What are hers? Do you want him to orgasm before you do? Are you okay with another man being inside your wife? Do you feel comfortable with them kissing? Is anal penetration for you alone? What is your secret signal if something isn't cool? Every single detail and scenario cannot be planned before the group experience happens.

Sometimes feelings come up that surprise you. For example, you may think your kissing another man is no big deal, but when it is happening in front of your husband, he feels bad. It is important that you and your man have a signal so he can let you know he is feeling uncomfortable without causing a big drama that makes everyone feel awkward. This can be a special pull of a finger or a tapping on hand. Each of you should have veto power, and if something feels wrong, make your signal, change what is going on, and as soon as your guest leaves, talk it through. In group scenarios, it is essential that your partnership comes first! Do you two have a guy in mind or would you prefer a stranger? Will you find him by posting an ad or by approaching a friend or acquaintance? What qualities do you both want in this male lover? There is never too much discussion before your first threesome. Talk it through and then talk it through again.

The more detailed you both are about what you want, the more likely it will be a positive experience. If you are still not sure after talking, it may not be the right time to follow through on the fantasy. That is fine, because fantasizing about group sex with your partner is an excellent way to increase intimacy all on its own. The MMF threesome is the more straightforward version of the threesome: Stranger because it might be weird for your husband to see another dude naked, yet more straightforward because he will know his place in the act without much question. A woman has three holes that may be filled in a MMF: vagina, mouth, and anus. Double penetration of any kind should be expected. Whether it's vagina/anal, double vagina, or (gasp) double anal, your husband should be prepared to have his man parts touch another set of man parts. If he's that homophobic, avoid the MMF.

Most of the time, if a woman is willing to get double teamed, odds are she wants the cum in her or on her, but always tell them where you want it. Communication is essentially important in the MMF; you must talk to both the woman and the man involved. Having two straight men fucking one woman is already taboo as it is; you don't need any more awkwardness due to miscommunication. Husbands don't high-five one another during it, at any point; it's just childish. You're having a threesome with another guy involved; you're not a pimp. Though the wife is definitely on the slutty side if she's letting two men inside of her, don't treat her like a whore. You must respect her at all times: before, during, and after. Guys, women have strange fantasies just like men do; just because she fulfills one doesn't make her any less of a person than you are. The MMF threesome can be a fun time for all, even if there is only one vagina to penetrate. As long as you keep your mind open, you'll have a memory that'll last forever!

My husband and I have been married for 18 years and we have been having the MFM threesomes for 17 years. We have a very strong love and even a stronger and happier marriage than most couples have. This is something that we do all the time, but needless to say have had many over a 17 year period. It is not for everyone, and as for us, there is no jealousy. We are both very straight, so we have never had any bi-sexual practices. We don't do drugs, so none of our threesome encounters was a result of a drug party scene. It fact we talked, pondered, and even prayed about it. We believe that if there was more open threesome MFM relationships, as an acceptable way of life, that marriages would be stronger, and that there would be far less divorces. In a MFM relationship, you have two males that could be the wage earners, while leaving the female to be a total homemaker, if that is what she desired, there would be a lot less financial woes and you would see far less single mothers and children on the welfare roles.

All you have to do is get online to sites like Adultfriendfinders or similar ones, and you'll see that there are a few hundred thousand men and women who are dissatisfied in just a M/F relationship and are seeking out couples for more fulfillment. It's not always just about the sex. Sex is just a benefit for the threesome relationship that is seeking more out of life than the routine life of a traditional marriage or relationship has to offer. We've had several friends and relatives go through a divorce where one of the couple left their spouse or partner for another person. Out of all of them, I wonder how many of them ever took the time to think and give consideration that they may have shared their desire of another person in their life with their spouse or partner and had a better relationship and a happier life. Like I said, it's not for everyone, but it is obvious that most people in the world aren't happy with what is suppose to be the normal one man one woman relationship.

The population of the world is made up of people who desire or seeking out an alternative life style when it comes to sex and relationships. Just simply saying try it, you'll like it isn't enough. Weigh out all of the pro's, con's and consequences. For us, we discovered it was one of the most natural acts that men and women can share and experience. Just choose a partner carefully! Threesomes are fun. They are erotic, exotic and decadent. It's fun to mix things up every now and then. You might learn something new. You might discover a new way you enjoy being touched. You might learn a new way to "perform" a natural action. A couple I know told me quite a few times that one of the reasons they invite a third into the bed with them every now and then, is because they can. Personal freedom is a highly motivating thing. Sometimes you just need to feel unrestricted. You need to remember that you are in charge of your destiny and no one forbids you from doing what you want to do. This extra-decadent slice of dessert could be the reinforcement your sense of freedom needs.

I don't particularly like that old adage that no one wants the same 'ol salami for dinner every night. But I do understand the desire to just have a change once in a while. That's not a reflection on how much you love what you have. It just is what it is, and it isn't a crime. I don't know your individual situations, but if you or your partner married prior to experiencing all the different things you wondered about, a threesome is a way to experience those things you missed, while still including your partner in your journeys. In my case, the anticipation was almost more than I could handle. There were all the shots in porn portraying threesomes; I just wasn't sure what I was getting myself into. Well, I did, but I wasn't sure if I was prepared for it! One huge cock can be enough. I showered to relieve some anxiety and drank a lot of whiskey the first time. The knock on the door made me jump. I answered the door in a towel. One man (Rick) came through the door, then the next. Yes I said the next! I had only agreed to a threesome and they showed up with an extra, like a stunt double! I was floored!




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I commented that it was intimidating enough to know I was having sex with two huge cocks at once, but three was almost scary. They joked about not being slave drivers. We laughed, we drank, we smoked, and we watched porn. They all stripped down. If I had been a man, I would have blown my load right there! In my mind, wondering where to start. Lick this, suck that, nibble there. I didn't want to leave anyone out. Did I mention I had never done this before? I reached out and took a cock in each hand, while the third man (George) slowly rubbed his cock to attention. As Rick and Scott became hard, I took turns popping each cock head in and out of my mouth, teasing them both while the George watched. Both groaned in anticipation of my throat. One man reached over and started caressing my nipples and breasts. I stopped with the two and crawled over to the George, whose cock was begging for some attention. I started with his balls, taking them one by one into my mouth and sucking them gently, letting him feel the pressure build in each one.

I licked up and down his shaft and twirled my tongue around his head. From behind me, Rick was saying to Scott that..."as the man who does the fucking, it is his responsibility to make sure that he fucks me good that I have no choice but to give good head". And without any hesitation, Rick slid his full 9 ½ inches balls deep. I gasped and George filled my mouth and throat. What an incredible feeling to be filled from both ends; and to be giving pleasure to both made me want to cum. Scott and George switched places while Rick continued fucking me from behind. I almost immediately started choking on Scott's thick cock as he shoved it so far down my throat I couldn't breathe. I tried to back up to breath but only succeeded in pushing Rick's cock deeper inside of me. He slapped my ass so hard the sound stung the air!! The extra pushing from me into his cock made Rick explode. Rick could feel my pussy grabbing his cock with each contraction and his head engorged and filled my pussy as he began cumming.

He groaned deeply as he shot his cum up inside my pussy. Scott quickly took the opportunity and grabbed me and rolled me over. Placing my ankles above my head, he entered me, slow and deep. George was so excited from his view he came again. Then he and Rick sat and watched Scott fuck me with his thick cock, stretching me out, balls slapping my bare ass. Rick stood up and took my legs and held them wide while I was getting fucked, and I came on Scott's cock. George filled my pussy last and added gallons of cum to my slippery pussy. With heavy sighs and tired limbs we all fell asleep on the floor. For the record, I'm sure I'd do it again and again; two would be more likely than three. I found the experience to be overwhelming. Sometimes I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to cum all night. It was nice to be able to fulfill a fantasy completely with little or no regrets.

In 1991, after we got married, Scott and I moved to Augusta from Arizona and rented a little house in the suburbs while he was stationed at Fort Gordon. A couple of months later, Scott's friend Ron came for a weekend visit. He was in the dumps, his wife Sue having recently left him with a "Dear Ron" letter. After dinner one night Scott got some beers for Ron and him. I made a pitcher of margaritas for myself, and we sat around the small swimming pool sharing Ron's morose mood. Ron and Sue had married young, but hadn't missed the swinging years; our reminiscences brought the talk around to sex, including the time Ron and Sue and Joe and his girlfriend of the time -- Kathy, I think -- made it together. I had a question: had Ron and Joe ever done Sue alone without Kathy, or Kathy without Sue? They hadn't, but they wanted to know why I asked.

My tongue loosened by margaritas, I told them about how, in college, my first husband Jerry and I had shared an apartment with another couple, Bob and Lisa, and we'd all gotten it on. I'd told Scott about that, but Ron was interested, and anyway there was more. When summer came, Lisa went home to wherever she was from, but I stayed in the apartment with the two guys. Until then, we'd had this...protocol I guess you'd call it. Our group sex was symmetrical -- whatever one swapped couple was doing, the other did -- and we never mixed partners unless all four were present. So when Lisa went home, the group sex stopped. After a couple of nights, I rebelled. Why should I go without just because Lisa was gone? Since nobody had a good answer, the three of us went back to fooling around.

The trouble was, being the girl with two guys was more exciting to think about than do. Whatever configurations we started with, we always seemed to wind up with me on my hands and knees, sucking one guy's cock while the other guy fucked me; and that gets old: you want to give a great blowjob you ought to concentrate on the blowjob; when you're fucking you like to be into the fuck. What I'd really wanted, I told Scott and Ron, was for Bob and Jerry to fuck me at once, front and back, both in my pussy. I'd tried to make it happen. I'd get us into the right position, I'd put the two cocks in the right places, but without the guys' cooperation it couldn't happen -- and it never did.

"Wait a minute, Donna," Ron and Scott asked, "Why wouldn't they cooperate?"

"They just wouldn't," I said. "One cock would enter my pussy and the other would wind up in my mouth. I wasn't into anal at that time."

"What did they say?"

"Nothing!"

"Like, when you said, fuck me here and there, they just didn't do it?"

"I didn't say it."

"What do you mean, you didn't say it? You never told them what you wanted?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Too shy, I guess."

Scott and Ron looked at each other, trying to understand.

"Let's see if we've got this straight. You're one girl with two guys, night after night, all three of you naked, one guy fucking you while you suck the other's cock, and you're...too shy...to tell them what you want?"

"Yes."

Sorry, but that's how I was, and it never happened. I'd never been fucked in my pussy by two cocks at the same time, though I still thought about it. Okay, I didn't tell this story to Ron and Scott for nothing. I knew that after I told it, we'd all be thinking about it. I certainly was. I knew that Ron was thinking about it, but he couldn't suggest it: he was a guest, and we had to extend the invitation. I knew that Scott was thinking about it but wasn't sure he could handle it. Scott and I had both had active sex lives in the 80s, but maybe because I was two years younger than Scott and grew up with a first marriage of casual sex, my experiences and experiments had been broader ranging than his. But Scott had always liked that!

Here I was, this little shy gal who'd gone to bed with him no more than ninety minutes after we met at a party, who was ready for just about anything, anywhere, and who'd done almost everything you could think of that didn't involve pain, animals, piss or shit. He always wanted me to tell him stories from my hedonistic past. They turned him on. I turned him on. Still, things were different now. We were married. I was his and he was mine. No matter how wild we'd been, we were monogamous. Was it infidelity for Scott to share me with Ron, his oldest and closest friend in the Army, to make my dream come true? I didn't think so, but it was up to Scott. We went on to other topics but my fantasy hung over us.

About an hour later, during a lull, Scott said to me, "So what do you think, Donna? Should we try it?"

All I did was extend my hand to him; he took it and pulled me to my feet. He gestured to Ron and the three of us went into the house. In our bedroom I grabbed a short "baby-doll" top from my dresser and went into the bathroom to put it on. I listened at the door: though I could hear Scott and Ron moving about, I heard no whispers: they weren't talking at all. I guess they were nervous. I was, too, but not that nervous. What I was mostly was excited – very excited! When I joined the guys, I found them undressed down to their green Army boxers. I smiled and got right into bed. Ron and Scott got in on either side of me. I kissed Ron, then I kissed Scott, then I laid flat on my back and let them take over. They each kissed me, then moved down: two pairs of lips kissed my ears, my neck and my shoulders at the same time; two pairs of hands lowered the straps from my shoulders, uncovering my boobs; each guy licked a nipple.

It was perfectly symmetrical – (What is it with group sex and symmetry?) -- and funny, in a way. I couldn't help it; I giggled, and that momentarily stopped them. But I touched both their faces and caressed their cheeks to tell them to go on. They sucked my breasts and their fingertips moved down my body. They were extremely polite and careful. Whenever Scott's hand encountered Ron's on my boob or belly, they'd both say, "Oh excuse me, pardon me, no you go first." And they were cooperative: when their fingers reached the bottom of my nightie, they lifted it up together and slid it off me. I still thought it was more silly than sexy, but I suppressed the giggle. Which was a good thing, because as soon as I felt fingers (whose ever they were) moving through my trimmed pubic hair and touching the flesh between my legs, I got hot, really hot, really fast.

Enough consideration, I wanted to get on with it. Up, up, I whispered, turning toward Ron and pulling his face up to mine so I could kiss him. Scott slid up behind me; I yanked the elastic on their shorts, and the guys removed them. Now, all of us naked, I took hold of both cocks and stroked. Actually, I would like to have seen the two cocks, to study and compare them, but we were past that by now, all of us eager and squirming. Both penises were leaking. I spread the liquid at the tips over their cock-heads with my thumbs and I was tingling from Ron's fingers at my pussy. I'd never gotten this wet so fast, so wet that when I pushed onto Ron's fingers, they slid all the way into me. As I wiggled around, I felt Scott slide a finger under me and join Ron in my squishy pussy, then slip out wet and press on my asshole, pushing until the entry gave way and let it in.

I grunted, let go of their cocks and took their hands away, gripped their cocks again. "Come on, come on," I said. I put Scott's cock at my entrance and pushed myself back against him; I slid my heel up on the bed to raise one leg, put Ron's cock at my slit, and clamped my arms around him.

"Fuck me," I said.

Ron pushed; the head of his cock spread my lips and entered. Scott pushed; the top of his cock began to squeeze into my pussy. "Good!" I said, ready for invasion.

Then, nothing! Ron's cock stopped. "Push!" I cried, and though I felt his pushing, it wouldn't go any deeper. "Push!" I repeated and felt Scott trying, but his cock wouldn't go any farther.

"Come on," I insisted.

I could feel the strength of their bodies as they squeezed me tighter between them, but their cocks wouldn't go.

"Oh God no!" I said, desperately.

"Wait-wait-wait!" I heard Ron say. "Turn around!"

They turned me around and I got a glimpse of what Ron thought was the problem. Scott's cock was bigger than his. Ron's cock was the prettiest cock I'd ever seen, with its gentle upward curve and soft-domed head, but Scott's was straighter and more cylindrical and was longer and thicker. Ron was thinking that the bigger cock should be the one buried in my pussy. So now I was facing Scott and the guys changed points of entry and pushed. Scott's cock-head entered my pussy from below, and Ron's cock-head squeezed into my pussy from behind. By now I was going crazy. With the head of Scott's cock pushing against my clit and Ron's cock creating all this pressure from behind and me wiggling against them both, I writhed with want.

"Do something!" I shouted with a sob cracking my voice, and when he heard that, sweet Ron rolled out of the way, making room for me to flop onto my back and pull Scott on top. Scott fucked me, sliding his cock in all the way and went to town. God, I was hot. I thrashed, I bounced, I gripped Scott's skin, I lifted my ass up to welcome every thrust of his fat cock as it pounded my pussy. "Goddamn it, fuck me!" I commanded, and Scott did.

But Scott didn't forget about Ron, and why we'd gotten into bed. After a minute or two of mad, almost combative fucking, he grabbed me by my ass cheeks and turned over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Fine; this was just as good, I was just as happy being the principal fucker, staked on Scott and pumping like a piston, lifting my hips and plunging downward to swallow him up. But as I did, Scott, still mindful of our purpose and still holding my ass, spread my cheeks apart. I felt Ron get behind me, straddling Scott's knees, and try to place his cock between my buttocks and centered above Scott's. I could tell this was not going to work, the angle was all wrong, so I laid down flat on Scott and spread my legs out as far as I could on either side of him and Ron flattened himself against me on my back and placed his cock at my pussy and pushed.

"Yes!" I gasped as my lips gave way and the head of Ron's cock entered and started in deeper. Success at last! Not! Just as Ron's cock-head started into my pussy, I spit him out. I didn't mean to. The trouble was, I was too far along in the fucking to stop. Scott was under me, his cock all the way inside; when Ron lay down on my back he trapped me, and I couldn't keep sliding my pussy up and down along the length of Scott's cock. My body couldn't stop fucking, though, so my instincts took over, and I continued fucking Scott by gripping and releasing his cock with my pussy, contracting my pelvic muscles and clenching my lips; clench, release, clench, release. Every time I'd clench my pussy, I'd expel Ron's cock. It was cock in, clench, plip!, cock out, release, cock in, clench, plip!, cock out...

After several pops, Ron said, "fuck!" and climbed off. Though I was trembling by now, close to coming, Scott and I were confused for the moment, and Scott scampered out from beneath me.

"No! No!" Scott snapped at us. "Go! Go! Fuck her!"

I was on my knees. "Come on, come on!" I cried out, and Ron got on his knees behind me and put his cock under my ass; I reached for it between my legs and grabbed it and stuffed it into my pussy and said, "Yeah, fuck me!"

I put my head down on my forearms and shut my eyes tight and rammed my ass back to take Ron's driving cock. Scott was standing by the side of the bed, watching us fuck. It must have been a magnificent sight, my ass high off the bed, Ron's big cock appearing, shiny wet from my soaked pussy, then disappearing back into my vagina. I knew we were providing audio to match, Ron's grunts and my cries in rhythm with the gooey-gushy sounds of cock-through-pussy and slapping flesh. We were giving Scott a great show, but Scott, I admit, was not in the forefront of my thoughts. This was a fabulous fuck, a heroic fuck, and my whole body was atremble; every stroke of Ron's cock sent signals to every nerve-end in my body, and the signals were getting hotter and I was going to cum, and when I came, I was going to explode.

When I was close, my eyes fluttered open, and what they saw was Scott standing there by the bed, by my head, watching, his erection fading. Though I was on the brink of the orgasm of my life and knew it, I couldn't help myself: I reached out for Scott's cock, drew him down to the bed, and took his cock in my mouth. Ron banged against my buttocks, froze, and shot. I trembled around Ron's implanted cock and slid Scott's cock through my hands into and out of my mouth. Ron moved back, slammed into me again, and shot his load again. I gurgled and sucked, blowing Scott while the rest of me started to shudder with an orgasm. As Ron pumped the last of his cream into my pussy, Scott came. I swallowed some, some shot about, some slid down Scott's cock and into my hands.

I came with Ron's soon-to-soften cock still inside my pussy and Scott's cock beginning to shrink in my mouth. I held them there; Ron's with my fingers, Scott's with my lips, until I was finished coming. After a series of quivery shudders, I collapsed flat on the bed, and got rid of them both. We took a nude swim to wash off. It wasn't that late. We didn't talk about what we'd done, but I didn't feel we were awkward or tense. We were relaxed and gentle, kissing and touching, enjoying the sexy afterglow. Was I disappointed? Well, a little. The evening's promises had not been kept. The imminent orgasm of my life had been close, but downgraded when we'd had to make re-adjustments. And of course my dream of being double fucked in my pussy remained a fantasy unfulfilled.

I'd had good sex with two men, yes, but it had wound up with me on my hands and knees, one cock fucking me while I sucked another. Just like my first marriage. I woke up during the night. I had my night shirt on; Scott and Ron were wearing their boxer shorts; both had their arms draped across me, kind of trapping me: I couldn't see the clock without pushing their arms away. I didn't care what time it was. What I cared about, what I lay there thinking about, was the opportunity we missed last night. It wasn't as though we squandered it; we tried, didn't we? But still I wondered if I wanted to let it go. Somehow I knew that we wouldn't have the opportunity again. Fulfilling my fantasy probably wasn't even that important; it was just something I'd wanted to try, to do, to know I had done.

Silly, but all of a sudden, I felt really determined. Donna, this is your chance, don't blow it; important or not, do it. I removed the guys' arms, climbed over Scott, and got out of bed. I separated the Venetian blinds to look out. It was getting light; the sun would be up in a few minutes. My gaze fell on my dressing table. It was an ordinary dressing table, lower than a desk or table, with a low stool in front and a mirror behind. I cleared everything off the top, then got a pillow off the bed, put it on the dressing table, folded it over the front edge. I looked in the drawers and found a small brown bottle of massage oil, put it on the table then opened the slats of the Venetian blinds a little. I leaned against the pillow on the dressing table and waited for the guys to wake up. It didn't take long.

The rising sun sent stripes of light into the room and across the guys, and Scott's eyes opened and he saw me. He nudged Ron awake. I smiled at them with both hands on my pussy, playing at my slit. When Ron and Scott propped themselves up to watch, I lifted off my night shirt and tossed it away. I poured oil into my hands and massaged my shoulders and tits, made them and my belly shiny, my eyes never leaving the guys.' I soaked my public hair, found my slit and pushed. Scott and Ron couldn't take their eyes off me as my oily fingers disappeared into my pussy masturbating, yes, but also preparing myself for them. They stroked themselves as they watched, pulled off their shorts, and showed me their cocks, which trembled with growth and hardness. Presently I took my hands from inside myself and beckoned with a finger.

Scott and Ron crossed to me. I stepped away from the table and put my arms around Scott and kissed him, rubbing my oily front against him, massaging oil into his back and buttocks. I turned to Ron, kissed him too, then put my hands on his shoulders and backed him against the pillow on the dressing table. The table was low; Ron had to extend his legs wide as he rested his backside against the pillow. That's how I wanted him: halfway between standing and sitting, his erect cock now lower than my hips. I kneeled in front of Ron and held his cock in my two hands and stroked it. "We are going to love this, right?" I said, and took him in my mouth. The first thought I had was, this is a nice cock. The size was more noticeable in my mouth than it had been in my pussy last night.




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I enjoyed it, though, and used my tongue to get even better acquainted with it, and when I stopped sucking it I got more oil and soaked Ron's cock with it, massaging it in. Then I rose to my feet, kissed Ron again, turned my back to him, placed his cock at my vulva, and pushed down.

"This is so good," I said, "so good, so good," and lowered my oiled body onto Ron's oiled cock very, very slowly. I felt its hardness as I sank. Pressure, increasing pressure, more than pleasure, that was the feeling I was most aware of as more and more of Ron's cock filled my pussy. When I had about half its length inside I gasped as the pressure took my breath away, but I said, "No, it's okay, it's okay," and put my hands back and gripped the front edge of the table on either side of Ron's hips and closed my eyes and continued pushing. The pressure was incredible. There were moments of discomfort and tingling, but I held my breath and never stopped until every inch of Ron's cock was in my pussy. When it was, I exhaled and said, "God." Neither Ron nor I moved.

I opened my eyes and smiled at Scott. "Ron's cock is in my pussy," I said, "all of it." And I reached for my husband. He stepped between my legs. I took his cock in my fist and stroked it, spread oil on it, then placed the head at my clit. "Fuck me, Darling," I whispered, and Scott pushed into my pussy. The deeper it went, the tighter it felt. It wasn't easy, but I wouldn't let Scott stop. "Keep pushing," I chanted. "It's great, it's going to be great, so great, I'm so full, so full up, it's so filling, keep pushing, keep filling...." And it was true; I felt so full and tight, and I wanted it, and I wouldn't let Scott stop until the tip of his cock met the tip of Ron's cock inside my cervix. "So fucking full!" I sobbed, almost shouting the word full, and then I trembled.

"Come on, fuck me!" I commanded, and I moved and Ron moved and Scott moved, and their cocks started sliding in and out a little, not much; with two cocks in you, you can't pump the way you pump when you're fucking, but we got a rhythm, the guys sliding back together and pushing forward together, prodding the depths of my cervix. And then it did start, the greatness, and I began to feel everything, everything, not just the pressure but the weight and power of the two cocks and the eagerness of my orifice. I could feel the ridges of their cock-heads as they trail blazed through my gooey pussy walls and the shapes and tumescence of their cocks as they filled me, packed me and plugged me, and I could hear myself chattering, softly and languidly at first, "oh God, oh God, oh God is this nice, this is so nice oh I love it oh God it's so good oh God this feels so good so nice."

And as they thrust and backed off and thrust, my responses came faster and harder, I talked louder and faster, "Oh I just love this I love it love it love it love it do it do it Do it!" And we did. Forget greatness; greatness was transcended. Two cocks in my pussy, my dream-come-true, fucked all over and fucked through-and-through, not just my pussy, not just my clit but everything; my womb was being fucked, my belly, my brain. Pins and needles of pure pleasure oozed from my pores and made my skin tingle. I squeezed, I twisted, I fucked with my tits smashing into Scott's chest; I fucked with my tongue shoving into Scott's mouth; I fucked with my ass jamming my buttocks against Sid and twisting; I fucked body and mind and soul... And then I lost it, or found it!

With a sound between a sob and a cry, I lifted a leg and flung it around Scott; then, without thinking, I lifted the other leg. I would have fallen except that Ron grabbed my ass and held me up and pushed me into Scott; I clamped myself to my husband, the back of my heels against his calves, my arms around his neck; I pushed back hard as I could against Ron and I squeezed, clenched and wrung my innards around the two cocks wholly buried inside me and came; came with strange, almost animal growling sounds through clenched teeth. Pelvis, abdomen, pussy all contracted and shot stars through my body. I was out of control, I couldn't hold on, I flung my arms and legs outward and bounced and trembled as if shocked some automatic rifle were riddling me with pleasure bullets.

My limbs flew and my torso banged and my skin buzzed, and I babbled a rat-a-tat-tat sound, part laughter, part choke, and part chant, "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck oh God fuck!" And then I screamed a real scream that shocked me when I heard it, but then I screamed again, froze, shuddered, trembled, dropping my legs back to the floor. I spasmed so hard I began to cramp, and I made noises I know I'd never made before, gurgling and groaning. I heard the fuck-fuck-fucks turn to wait-wait-waits because the cramping was catching up with the ecstasy and then to stop-stop-stops, even though I was the one doing the moving, not the guys, and I had to make myself stop. It took awhile. Though I stopped wrenching myself around the guys' two cocks, my body continued spastic for awhile, jerking and bucking, but finally the spasms became after spasms, fewer and farther between, and I sank back and let it fade.

It was the orgasm of my life, the orgasm of the century, the orgasm of the millennium, maybe the orgasm of all time. The guys had been great, reading me right, really fucking me when I wanted to be fucked; letting me use them when I wanted nothing more than hard cocks. And when I came down from my orgasm, their cocks were still hard inside me. "God," I breathed. My breathing slowed, and I put my arms around Scott again and held him and squiggled back against Ron. I don't know how long we stayed like that; it seemed a long time, though it couldn't have been, for the guys were still hard and implanted, and hard cocks in tight places can't stay still for too long. I felt them twitching inside me, and, God save me, I felt my inner walls fluttering around the cocks again and liking it. It wasn't over yet!

I straightened up, slid one hand around under my soaking oily ass and found Ron's balls and pushed my other hand down between Scott's greasy belly and mine and found his balls, and I took both sets of balls in my fingers and gripped them. "Now fuck me!" I barked, and squeezed. Ron and Scott pulled back together and rammed in together. They were too engrossed in the moment to care that their shafts and balls were touching each other. My first husband and his friends were too homo-phobic to get this close to each other or touch skin.

"Faster!" I said. "Harder!"

They fucked me faster and harder, and this time, even given that there were two cocks, it was more like conventional fucking with a real fucking rhythm; in, back, pump, pump, fuckers and fuckee, fuck, fuck, fuck! It didn't take long; when I felt Ron climbing I commanded him not to hold back and he didn't; I squeezed his balls harder and he jolted and jerked and shot my pussy full of his cream, and while Ron was still shooting, Scott thrust so hard the dressing table slammed against the wall and the mirror shook and I squeezed his balls and he let loose, filling my cervix with his cream, and I don't know who the hell was done coming or still coming when I came, a different kind of orgasm this time, more like a guy's orgasm -- jerk-jerk-jerk and then a bigger, harder jerk, a huge Under Dog, Here-I-Come-to-Save-the-Day finale with a big cry of triumph. And then, absolutely drained, I collapsed like a rag doll between my men.

Ron and Scott held me between them until they slipped out. Slid out, really! Don't even ask me about the liquid goo! We slept till three o'clock in the afternoon. So that's it. My fantasy fulfilled. It more than lived up to expectations. It was easily the greatest, most intense physical sexual experience I've ever had. Occasionally Scott and I relive the event. We recall the details; I tell him how I felt, he tells me how he felt, and every time we talk about it we get more deeply into the nuances of those feelings. We talk to turn ourselves on, and it always works. Then we have to call one of my fuck-buddies over to assist us. Ron hasn't been with us in years, but I will always cherish the time we spent with him and that first double penetration in my pussy. It was one of the best times of my life!

I have tried this with a couple of partners over the years and have enjoyed it very much. With my husband and his good friends who we have enjoyed doing threesomes with for the last 15 years, but because they are mostly well endowed, it was a bit more difficult to do and we have to use lots of lubricant to do so. You have to be very secure in your relationship to make this work and not have a jealous bone in your body or be self conscious about the fact your genitals will be rubbing against another guy's while you are doing this though, and unless you are using condoms, you will be probably getting covered in his semen as well. Fortunately for me, my husband actually enjoys this part as do I, but if you are in doubt, then I would not recommend it. If you think you can handle it though, I can assure you your wife will be very happy with results, and it will take a while to come down from cloud nine; at least that is how it was for me.

Donna

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A few years ago, my wife Donna and I went to a bar some distance from our home. While there, we met old friend of mine from work. I hadn't seen Tim in years since he left the company, so we sat down next to each other to catch up on old times. As we chatted, two guys walked into the bar and immediately came over to chat with him. Tim introduced Eric and John to Donna and I. The guys stood near our bar stools and chatted until two seats opened up next to Donna. Eric and John, who appeared to be in their late 40's, immediately sat down next to my wife and began a conversation with her. I continued to chat with Tim until he finished his drink and stood up to leave. During our conversation, I could hear Donna and the guys joking with one another, sometimes laughing out loud. The guys were paying a lot of attention to her and she was not shunning any of it. At one point, I glanced over to see John pull on the waist band of her jeans to get a good look at one of her tattoos. The tattoo sits low on her back just below the belt line of her low cut jeans. She had apparently discussed it with them and was not offended at John's bold move.

My wife is a 5'3", 122 lb, blonde who is very sexy for her age and is used to getting a lot of attention from guys. I am usually cool with it because she knows when to reassure me in these situations. Anyway, Tim and I said our goodbyes and Becky got up to go to the rest room. When she left, Eric leaned over to me and said that he and John would put up $200 a piece just to watch Donna take her clothes off. John chimed in and said that his house was available for the night if we were interested. He left is cell phone number and he and Eric got up to leave. Donna came back at that time and gave them both a hug and said goodbye. After Eric and John left, Donna sat down, kissed me on the lips and said, "They were a couple of really fun guys, are you okay with everything". I grinned and said yes, telling her that things could get a lot more fun if she was interested. I told her about the proposition, and she admitted that the guys had asked jokingly if she'd ever considered being a nude supermodel, and she admitted to being an art figure model at one time.

We both ordered another drink and began talking about our day. We finished and got up to leave when Donna asked me what I though about the proposition. I told her that I was game if she was. She looked me in the eye and said, "If you're okay with it, I'd like to do it. It could be a really sexy and fun for both of us". I said okay and gave her my phone to call Eric. When Eric answered, Donna said, "So you guys want to watch me take my clothes off" ; there was a short pause and then Donna said, "Make it an even $500 and you're on." I gasped when I heard her say that, but it obviously wasn't a tall request, because I heard her ask for directions almost immediately. She got off the phone and said "let's go". I was getting very excited during the ten minute drive to John's house while Donna seemed incredibly calm. The house turned out to be a mansion, with a long lighted driveway and a BMW and a Porsche parked outside. We knocked on the door and were immediately greeted by John who smiled and invited us inside.  

We followed him to an indoor pool area with a large bar at the opposite end. Donna leaned over and jokingly said, "I should have asked for a thousand". Eric was seated at the bar and got up to greet us as we arrived. John offered us drinks which we accepted, even though we had both already had a few. Donna drank hers down quickly and became very talkative. We joked around a bit to loosen things up, but I could tell that John and Eric were ready to get things moving. Donna sensed this too and stood up from her bar stool and said, "Well I'm ready if you guys are". The guys high-fived her and each laid $250 on the bar. Donna, who was dressed in jeans with a white, fairly sheer button down blouse and a dark blue blazer, walked toward the pool with a confident strut. The guys eyed her shapely ass, as she walked with a sway that was accentuated by her 4 inch heels. She got to a place where everyone could see her, turned and told John to start some music.

Donna started with a very seductive dance to the music. She ran her hands up and down her body, hovering at times on her breasts, pussy and ass. She removed the blazer and tossed it on a chair, all the while making eye contact with John and Eric. My heart was pounding and my cock was as hard as a rock. Here was my wife of 10 years stripping for two strangers and apparently really enjoying it. She slowly and seductively unbuttoned her blouse turned away and left it fall from her shoulders. She turned to face us leaving the blouse fall to the floor. The guys applauded as they gazed at her white 36DD Victoria's Secret bra and her sexy hips outlined by the tight jeans. She proceeded to sway her hips back and forth while unbuttoning her jeans. When she undid the last button she folded the material back exposing the front of her white thong. The guys were really going wild now in anticipation; she turned away and pushed the jeans down over her smooth ass cheeks which the thong left completely exposed. She stepped out of her heels and kicked the jeans off. 

Still facing away from us, she stepped back into the heels and rubbed her hands slowly over both ass cheeks. She then looped both thumbs inside the waist band and moved her hands along the band to the front. She teased like this a couple of times then turned to face the guys while moving her hands to her breasts. She pressed and flattened them through the bra and then reached around her back to undo the strap. She held onto the straps and leaned forward until the shoulder straps fell loose. The guys were chanting "Take it off , take it off". She looked over at me mouthed "I love you" and let the bra fall loose exposing her beautiful tits. I could tell she was really turned on because her nipples were as big around as the tip of my middle finger and as hard as rocks. After losing the bra, she cupped both tits in her hands and squeezed and rolled the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. So here we were, down to the last thread of clothing standing between her and complete exposure. 

I was in a trance, not really believing what was happening, when John called out, "Hey if you come over here and sit on the bar; I'll take that thong off with my teeth and there's another $100 in it for you if you do". My heart raced, when she said, "Hey it's your money," and walked directly toward John, never breaking eye contact with him. She reached Eric and John and they helped her up onto the bar. John immediately went to work by placing his face right between Donna's legs. She looked down at him as he slowly pulled the front fabric down as far as it would go. He then moved to the side and pulled on string down off of her left hip. He went to the other side and worked that one down as well never using his hands. She pushed up off the bar to allow the butt string to come free. John went back to the front and taking full advantage of his position, he rubbed is nose up against the thong patch which was tight against her pussy lips. He took a deep breath through his nose taking in her scent then shouted "Yea baby". 

She looked down at him and laughed. She has always been amused watching me sniff her thongs right after she removes them and she never really understood that a women's scent is a real turn on for guys. John continued to work at her thong with his teeth, then with one quick jerk the patch of cloth was down to her knees. I can't describe the feeling in the pit of my as he pulled the thong off completely. There was Donna completely nude, sitting on the bar appearing to be totally into what was happening to her. Eric moved behind the bar and offered another hundred if he could feel her tits. By this time Donna was so turned on that she could barely answer. But she said "sure", and without hesitation, Eric put another hundred on the bar and reached around and started massaging her tits and squeezing her nipples. She laid her head back against his chest and I could see the unmistakable sign of lust as her eyes rolled back up into her eye lids. John was watching all this and offered another hundred if he could eat her out. 

Without saying anything, she spread her legs to invite him; John put the hundred on the bar and dove into her pussy with unadulterated lust. He was eating and sucking her while Eric worked her tits. At one point she looked up at Eric with open lips and he immediately began kissing her. Their mouths opened and I could see her tongue working deep in his mouth. John continued to eat her until she was close to orgasm. When she reached the pinnacle, she clamped his head between her legs and came all over his face. When her spasms subsided all she could say was, "SOMEBODY PLEASE FUCK ME!"

John stood up and wrapped his arms around her. He picked her off the bar with little effort and I watched in pure lust as she wrapped her legs around him and laid her head on his shoulder. He carried her to the couch and laid her down gently. Eric, who was already out of his clothes, walked toward her with a raging hard-on that had to be ten inches long. He mounted her on the couch and thrust his massive cock deep into her wet pussy in one quick stroke. I watched as his ass moved up and down while he pounded her, wondering how she was taking that monster without any foreplay. She soon screamed out, as another orgasm wracked her body. As Eric continued his merciless assault on her pussy; John, who was now nude, moved to her head and put his cock on her face. She instinctively opened her mouth and began to lick and suck him. Eric, who was near cumming, asked John if he'd like to trade places. The two switched places and John began hammering her pussy while Eric placed his huge wet cock in her mouth. 

Before she could start to work his monster, he exploded and began shooting cum into her mouth. She began to gag as he pumped her full of his semen. He pulled out and continued to cum on her face, hair and tits. I was amazed at how much cum this guy, who was nearly 50, could pump. She looked up at John who continued to fuck her like a jack hammer. She was covered in sweat and appeared near the brink of passing out when another orgasm hit. She convulsed, slamming her hips into John's to take him deeper inside. She clamped down hard on John's cock when he finished his thrust deep into her womb. With that, he began shooting his load into her pussy. He emptied his balls into her all the while pushing deeper and deeper. When he finished, he looked up and smiled; somehow, to me, it looked like a smile of triumph for having just fucked another man's wife. By this time we were all spent. That includes me, having cum three times while watching, my wife completely satisfy her own lust and the lust of two men. 




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I really could not believe how my 'always loving' wife had so easily slipped into the role of being a true and complete slut. As we drove home we didn't talk much as both of us lost in our own thoughts. The next day we agreed that it was a very hot time for both of us, and one that we are likely to repeat with Eric and John. Only time will tell. My thoughts were with a question John and asked me about how Donna got the tattoo in the small of her back just above her ass. I had written about this incident on another story site and decided to rewrite it on "Literotica".

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My wife is a 25 year old blonde, green eyed beauty, five-foot three, 124 lbs., with a head-turning 36DD-23-35 body. She's a former gymnast, dancer, and physical trainer with a finely toned body. I came home early one day to catch a glimpse of my angel down the hallway as she was preparing for her shower. She hadn't spotted me, and I stalked her from the other room. She's wearing only a long nightshirt, and as she bends over to adjust the bath water into the showerhead, I catch a glimpse of her sweet labia lips between her thighs. She pulls the nightshirt up over her head and lets it fall to the bathroom floor. Standing in front of the mirror, she caresses her breasts and slowly turns to inspect her profile. She then enters the shower and closes the glass doors. I sneak down the hall and enter the bedroom area adjacent to the bathroom doorway and gaze at her magnificent reflection in the bathroom mirror. The water runs down her long blonde hair, across the top of her breasts and drips off the tips of her dime-sized erect nipples. 

Donna has perfectly shaped breasts, and her hands glide over her body with suds from her bath sponge. She rotates her body under the water spray and unknowingly reveals every profile of her beautiful figure to me. God truly created an eighth wonder of the world in this woman's body. Next, she applies shaving cream to her legs and pubic areas, and then smoothly glides her razor over each square inch of her skin, carefully removing every stubble. Finally, she rinses off under the water spray, revealing her smooth bald charms for my secret examination. She turns the water off and grabs her towel, carefully absorbing the water droplets off her skin. Her movements are fluid and graceful, like a ballerina. She wraps the towel around her head and exits the shower. I must retreat away from the doorway, as I am not ready to disclose my presence as yet. Except for the towel around her head, she stands in front of the mirror again, examining her clean smooth body. She lifts and braces one foot on the edge of the sink, exposing her labia in the mirror. 

She uses her razor to neatly trim any remaining hair from her pubic area, fingering her clitoris to wipe away any residue. She uses both hands to gently spread her labia apart, examining her now thoroughly bald pubes. She is very tenacious about zero body hair and removal of all stubbles. Standing naked in front of the mirror now, she applies body lotion over every inch of her skin. She gracefully moves through her daily routine, gently rubbing the lotion on her breasts, arms, thighs, legs, and mid-section. It's almost a choreographed dance by Donna as her hands glide over her body. Next, she combs out her long hair and then blow-dries it, again fluid in her movements, bending over at times from side to side revealing her nectarine one minute, and then her huge melons gravitating towards the floor. Her nipples are rosy and erect; soft tan skin with a trace of tan lines caused by her thong bikini. I catch sight of her special tattoo which encompasses the small of her back and recall the day we had it etched into her skin.

It was the third time since our marriage that she had fully exposed her naked body to another man. Because the tattoo is fairly large and runs from her tailbone to the middle of her back, it was necessary for her to remove her bra and panties. Donna always wore string thong panties or nothing under her shorts. On this day, she had not worn any thong at all; therefore, her backside was fully exposed to the tattoo artist. She had to lie for hours on her stomach on the artists table, nervous but extremely excited about her display and exhibition. It started with my wife wanting a tattoo of two dolphins placed on her back. She had already had one placed on her left ankle about a year prior, and decided to get another. We had discussed on several occasions the idea of her having sex with other men while I watched. Donna really came onto this idea, although she was content with being a one man woman; however, she would often had great orgasms if I fantasized with her about being fucked by another man while we engaged in sex.

Donna's sister, Jen, who is an exotic dancer, recommended an excellent tattoo artist who was reliable and had a sterile shop. We visited Brian one evening after work and Donna picked out a large tattoo of two dolphins jumping out of the water. She told the guy she wanted a small mural-like tattoo between her butt-crack and the middle of her back. He advised that it would take several hours to outline the mural on her backside, but since she was related to Jen, he would schedule her first appointment on Sunday when the shop was usually closed. Donna and I later discussed the possibility of her getting involved with the guy, a handsome man in his mid-forties. She said she would have to be drunk to get that loose, but only time would tell. At least she didn't outright say, no! The following Sunday, we met the Brian at his shop; the small strip mall was all but empty. Donna had worn cutoffs with no thong, a crop-top pullover with bra, and a pair of sandals. We brought along an ice chest with a case of beer, our apprehensions, and our curiosity. 

The guy commented on Donna's figure, and then said she needed to remove her clothes in order for him to have complete access to her bare backside. We were drinking beer and discussing the procedure; Donna had already started drinking before we left home in order to lose her inhibitions. She removed all her clothes, revealing her bald snatch to the Brian, and then he positioned her on his table face down, with a towel and sheet underneath. She continued to suck down the suds and loosened up, even commenting to Brian that he must get a lot of benefits from his job, naked women and all. I watched as Brian placed his hands on her back, butt cheeks, thighs, and legs moving her into the position he wanted. I was getting excited already, and Donna later privately commented to me during a pee break that she was getting wet between her legs. Brian was tenacious about etching the mural just right and continued to comment on Donna's perfect backside and body.

During her second potty break, Donna privately commented to me that Brian had twice fingered her bung-hole when he was etching above her tailbone. She also informed me that Brian had slid his finger across her wet slit when he placed his left hand between her legs to position her. She thought it was merely accidental the first time, but during a pee break of my own, he apparently fingered her pussy and boldly slid it in a couple of inches before withdrawing it when he heard me exit the bathroom. I asked Donna if she wanted to quit and leave. She said no, that she had decided to do this and would complete it until it was finished. Plus, she coyly smiled, and stated that I was enjoying this too much, as she recognized the lust in my eyes. Brian was almost finished etching the outline by 12:30 p.m., and I was getting hungry, so I volunteered to go get lunch and bring it back to the shop for everyone. Donna wanted to eat something also, because she didn't want to get drunk on an empty stomach and then barf. 

I was gone for about twenty minutes, and when I returned, Donna sat up and ate lunch on the table; her legs slightly apart, displaying her wet slit and labia. She now seemed comfortable, totally naked in front of Brian. Brian had to take a bathroom break after lunch. When he did, Donna advised me that he became bolder during my brief trip to lunch. He was finishing the outline above her ass and used his left hand between her thighs to brace her body. He slid his entire middle finger up her pussy and began to slowly finger-fuck her and withdraw to play with her clit. I asked her if she wanted to stop, since the outline was finished, and have the rest of the mural completed by someone else. She said no, she was tough and although it shocked her at first, the feeling did distract her from the etching of the needle. I then again commented that maybe she should just let Brian fuck her and get over the tension. She coyly said, "You'd like to see his cock in me, wouldn't you?" I agreed it would be great to fulfill another fantasy. She said, "Maybe, we'll see.

Brian then returned and Donna slid off the table and did some stretching in front of him. He again commented on her figure and sexiness. Out of nowhere, Donna, who was a little drunk by now, exclaimed, "I need to be fucked by a cock right now!" She directed her face towards Brian, not me. Brian boldly then offered to complete the entire mural and any follow up appointments for free if I would let him fuck my wife. I nodded and said I was okay with that, but consent would have to come from Donna. My wife shifted her weight to one leg and placed her hands on her hips, as if in deep thought, and then said, "Okay, but I insist you wear a condom". Brian was agreeable with this, and went to the front office to lock the front door and get a condom. Unknown to us at the time, he also took a Viagra. When he returned, he removed his shorts and underwear and jacked himself off until he was hard. He handed the condom to Donna and told her to put it on his cock, that way she would know it was secure. My stomach tightened as Donna grabbed his erection and slipped the condom on his penis.

No emotions from her face, probably due to her previous massage training and her swinging experiences with her ex-husband. I started having those second thoughts about this. In our first year of wife-sharing, I often found myself having gut-wrenching emotions as I watched a stranger's penis penetrate her vagina. However, my wife acted unemotional, her masseuse training took over and she acted like a professional applying a massage procedure, all business like. Brian then got a pillow and placed it on the table, asking her to lie with her breasts and head across it and then he grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards the edge. He advised her to bend her knees from time to time to keep from getting tired or cramping. Brian spread her thighs apart, as I walked around behind him to get a closer look at my wife's first penetration by Brian. He grabbed his cock with one hand and adjusted her waist with his other, lining up the tip of the condom with her pussy. As his cock-head disappeared inside her lips, Donna gasped, and then moaned as he glided his shaft into her hole. 

He fucked her for about twenty minutes. Donna climaxed first, and then he moaned and emptied his semen into the condom. After he finished, he didn't withdraw and commented how this position would assist him in keeping her waist steady; impaled on his erection. This apparently is what he had planned all along with the Viagra. In the next few hours, his erection was rock hard and maintained inside my wife's vagina. Donna later said she practiced flexing her vaginal muscles around his shaft, which she believed he had thoroughly enjoyed. This scenario repeated itself for three additional Sundays; with Brian fucking her before they began, and then impaling her on his erection for the entire session. His penetration of her wet snatch would be repeated every time they took a break and the beginning of each session. Donna accommodated his erection each time in an unemotional way, as if it was just a routine procedure for acquiring a tattoo. On the second session, and each repeated one, I took along my 35 mm camera and took photos of her penetrations and fucking. 

I have made a personal portfolio of sexy, skimpy, or nude photos of Donna since we were married and now it includes photos of her being penetrated and fucked by another man. In one photo, Donna is reading a novel she took to the session with her, while Brian is etching in some colors on her back, his erection filling her pussy. Donna's face is emotionless and she appears to be engrossed in the novel. Her legs were bent at the knees and the instep of her feet were resting on Brian's shoulders. Her huge breasts exposed themselves over the edge of the pillow, her nipples always rosy and erect. I truly am in love with my wife and cherish her gift of acting out one of my fantasies, although she has never mentioned indulging in more. I would sincerely love to observe her being penetrated by a large penis.

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MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM DONNA

This is the story of a birthday present that was given to me by the wife of a true unselfish friend. When this happened, we were already involved together and had been for some time. Maybe you read the other story they wrote about her giving me a blowjob during our lunch break in a city park. Now that was a hell of a blowjob!!! What was surprising was that he knew about us and approved! Anyway, Donna called and invited me over to their house telling me she wanted to give me my birthday present. I knew what I wanted, but knew there was no way I'd get it with my friend there. As I said before he knew about us, but just didn't want to be around when we did anything unless we were partying. My cock was already semi hard when I got there, and seeing her big braless tits bouncing under her shirt as she ran to greet me didn't help. They had to have been at least 36 DD's. She noticed this, and as she hugged me, she ground her crotch against my growing cock. Scott and I enjoyed some small talk as Donna went inside to get the package she had. 

She came back out with a wrapped package complete with bows and all the trimmings. Opening it, I pulled out a nice shirt. I thanked them for it as Donna told her husband that she wanted to take me to get something to drink and asked if he was going. I thought what is she doing, how am I going to try to get any if he is along. He declined, saying he wanted to finish on his car he was working on. Both my hopes and cock went up when he said that. Donna climbed into their Bronco on the passenger side, throwing me the keys, and we left for a drive. Damn that center console, I wanted her right next to me so I could at least cop a feel as I drove. We ended up at the local drive up burger joint and ordered drinks. As we chatted, my cock was beginning to get harder with her close, but not close enough. I wanted so bad to just reach down and release it from my jeans. As I pulled out into traffic, Donna reached over and began rubbing my cock. She noticed!!! 

"Why don't you let it out? Looks kind of confined in there," she said as she rubbed my cock. 

"I have to keep both hands on the wheel, why don't you do it for me," I replied. 

Unsnapping my jeans and pulling both my jeans and underwear down as I lifted my ass a bit, she reached for my cock and began pulling on it as we drove down the road in traffic. I really didn't care if anyone saw us or not. Keeping one hand on the wheel, I reached up under her shirt and started rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples. This brought a squeal of delight from her as she leaned over the console and took my cock into her mouth. She was now laid across the console sucking on my cock as I tried driving with a straight face. Glancing downs to her ass, I noticed she wasn't wearing panties either. She came prepared!!! I removed my hand from her tits and worked it down the back of her pants to her ass and began rubbing it. I let my finger trail up and down the crack of her ass. It was hard to do, what with the position she was in, and I didn't want her to stop giving me the blowjob, but I managed to get a couple fingers in her pussy with a little help from her. She was soaking wet and as I pulled my fingers out I let one tease her ass hole. 

I had never done it before, but I began probing the opening to her asshole and my finger easily slipped inside. I was soon pumping my finger in and out her asshole which she actually enjoyed. She must have enjoyed it because she was soon humping back on my hand. As much as I enjoyed her sucking my cock, and as much as she enjoyed doing it, I wanted to fuck her tight pussy. I took the first turn I came to and began looking for a place to park. The Bronco was a 4 X 4, so I pulled to the side of the road and locked the hubs and got back in and drove just a little further when I saw the old road to the hot springs resort near Lake Pleasant. As I drove down the road, which hadn't been used in some time, Donna had already removed her shirt and jeans, and as I parked the truck, she got in back where I had laid the rear seat up out of the way. I got out and double checked that we couldn't be seen from the road and crawled up in the back of the Bronco on top of Donna. She had her legs splayed wide open as I lay on top of her and our lips met. 

My hand went to her pussy and began pumping in and out getting her wetter and wetter. I couldn't resist, and teased her asshole with the tip of a finger and then slammed it home deep in her ass. It was beginning to loosen up a bit and for a moment I thought of fucking her in the ass, but when she had me stripped naked, my cock went to her pussy and easily slipped in. We fucked in the missionary position for a while. Then I had her get up on her hands and knees as I fucked her from the rear. I enjoyed it this way so I could play with her huge swaying tits as we fucked. I could tell from her moaning that she was getting close to cumming. Wanting to cum at the same time as her, I increased my thrusts. I was getting off on the sound of her ass slapping back against me as I fucked her from the rear. I could feel the cum building up for release, so I began fucking her as fast as I could. She began slamming her ass back against me. Just as I began cumming, I grabbed hold of her tits and slammed my cock as deep as I could and held her ass tight against me by holding tightly to her tits. 

Her pussy went into convulsions around my cock milking it. We collapsed with my cock still inside her pussy and stayed like that for a couple minutes. I slowly got up on my knees. My cock slid out of her pussy with an audible pop and she began leaking cum on the carpet. She got out of the truck, her pussy still dripping my cum and stood outside until it stopped. We both dressed and got back in the Bronco. I thanked her for my special birthday present and I drove her home, my hand on her pussy and her hand on my cock the whole way back. I have partied with Donna and Scott for many years, including with other friends, and I'm always amazed at the abilities of this woman and her sexual drive. Donna is not a porn actress or a movie star, but a real person, housewife, mother, administrative secretary, and sexual woman. I truly thank Scott for having the trust and strong self esteem to allow other men to fuck his wife and the friendship the three of us share. Thank you guys for the years of sexual recreation and good times and sharing the most intimate of pleasures!

Sincerely,

Gary from Payson



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This story is a continuation of 'First sheer nylon fun' and it takes place in the London suburbs during the late sixties. In that story I befriended a lady called Clare who helped me explore and enjoy my sheer nylon and harem costume fetishes. She borrowed a couple of theatre-quality harem costumes from a professional wardrobe and we had an afternoon of slippery nylon fun. I never dreamt I that I would spend an afternoon with a woman who shared my fetish, both of us dressed in silky smooth sheer nylon. The fact that she'd given me an orgasm to remember, was an added bonus.

I said it would be nice to own an outfit of the same quality and she gave me the phone number of a professional seamstress who could help me. In this story I contact that lady.

It had taken me ages to summon up the courage to ring Mary. Back then in the sixties, buying an outfit for crossdressing was difficult and embarrassing and the only men who did it were drag artists who usually wanted glamorous gowns, not harem costumes. I had already been brave enough to ring a couple of fancy dress suppliers asking if they could make a costume to fit me, but one just laughed and the other started asking all sorts of awkward questions for which I wasn't prepared. Why they couldn't just act professionally instead of humiliating me still hurts to this day. Even though Mary had been recommended by Clare, I still wasn't completely sure if she would treat me like a freak.

On one of my Wednesday afternoons off from college, a couple of months later, I rang Mary's number. I was shaking all over and it was difficult to dial the code. My mouth felt as if I'd been sucking blotting paper so I could barely speak when she answered 

"Hello," I said. "My name is Peter. I was given your details by Clare Mclean so that I could ask you about making a costume for me."

"Yes, I remember," Mary answered. "Female harem costume wasn't it?"

"Th...That's right," I spluttered.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, dear, I can hear the nervousness in your voice. I have no objection to men wearing feminine garments. In fact I think it's quite sweet. I'm only too happy to help with something a little unusual."

"Thanks, Mary, you're very kind. I'm so relieved."

"Not at all dear. Do you have a picture of the kind of thing you're looking for?

"Yes, a photograph."

"Well, as it happens, I don't live very far from Clare. Would you like to bring the picture round so we can discuss details?"

"I've got to be honest with you. I might not have saved up enough to afford it yet. I hope that's OK?"

"Of course it is, we can sort out that stuff later when I know what you want me to make."

"What's your address, Mary?"

When she told me I realised it was only a few minutes away.

"That's only just down the road," I said. "Can I see you now?"

"That's fine, Peter. See you shortly."

When she opened the door, I was surprised at how young she looked. She was about the same height as me and as slim and her kind face was attractive and welcoming. I guessed she must be in her early forties.

"Hello Peter," Mary said, shaking my hand. "Come in."

"You're just as Clare described you," she added.

We went through to her workroom, which was dominated by a rectangular fabric bench.

"Can I see the photograph," she asked.

I retrieved the photo from my briefcase and handed it to her. I had photographed the TV screen during an episode of 'The Avengers' and the photo showed an actress running across the screen in a very sheer harem costume.

"That's very nice," she said, peering closely at the picture. "Yards of chiffon fluttering about -- very attractive."

"Clare told me it was nylon chiffon."

"I think she's right. So you prefer nylon to silk?"

"Oh yes."

"I don't blame you, it looks gorgeous when gathered, nice bouncy folds."

"Goodness, it's as if you were reading my mind," I said.

"Other advantage of course is that it's much cheaper than silk."

She turned towards the back of the room.

"I've got some nylon chiffon in stock," she said. "Would you like to have a look?"

"Yes, please."

"These aren't as sheer as I would like," I said, after examining them.

"That's OK, Peter. I'm sure we can find something to suit your tastes."

"Well, as a matter of fact there is, but I haven't found anything remotely the same texture and sheerness in any of the fabric departments of the big stores."

I pulled out the original chiffon scarf I'd purchased with Clare and handed it to Mary.

"It's a lovely light texture," she said, " and I can imagine how yards and yards of this would make it just heavy enough to billow and flutter attractively. That's what you really like about nylon chiffon, isn't it?"

"That's right. It's making me tingle just thinking about it."

"Well, the bad news is that normally you wouldn't make garments out of such a delicate fabric. That's why you can't find it generally available for dressmaking. It would normally only be used for making items like scarves that don't need to be robust."

"Oh," I said, the disappointment obvious in my voice.

"You've set your heart on this, haven't you?"

"I had rather. You're right."

"OK, seeing as you're such a nice, polite young man, I'll try and get hold of some for you, but it might mean having to purchase a whole bolt or roll of chiffon. I might even have to import it, which would add to the cost."

"How much do you think it could cost?"

She told me.

"OK," I said, "I think I could manage that. Of course it depends on the whole cost of the costume." 

"About three times the cost of the fabric," said Mary.

"That means I've got enough saved already."

"Clare was very persuasive when she asked me to do you a favour. I'd normally charge a lot more."

"That's marvellous."

"I'd need a deposit for the fabric seeing as it's a special order. Say, half the cost of the fabric."

"I could bring that round tomorrow. Would that be OK?"

"That would be perfect, Peter. Now, it could take a few weeks because I'll have to request fabric samples from the suppliers. And I'll need to keep your scarf to make comparisons. Can you do without it for a while?"

"Yes, of course."

I took the deposit to Mary the next day and because I didn't have a telephone in my flat, we agreed that I would call her each Wednesday to check on her progress.

The next two months seemed to drag by and one Wednesday I almost forgot to call. I ended up ringing at around 6:00 pm.

"Hello Mary. I'm sorry I left it late."

"That's OK, Peter," Mary answered. "I think I've found a suitable fabric at last from a supplier in Italy. Would you like to see it?"

"What, now?"

"Certainly. You've already been very patient. I see no need to make you wait any longer than necessary."

"You're very kind, Mary. See you shortly."

I ran all the way and was panting when she opened the door.

"My, you are keen," said Mary. "Better come in"

She already had the samples laid out on her bench in about eight different colours.

"These are nice large samples," Mary said, "because I'll have to buy the whole bolt."

I picked up the sample nearest to me, which was purple and ran it over my fingers. I couldn't suppress a gasp at the delightful texture.

"I thought you'd like it," said Mary, beaming at me and placing her hand on my shoulder. "It's even finer and silkier than your scarf. I bet you are imagining already what this will feel like caressing your skin."

I blushed deeply and felt my cock stirring in my underpants. Mary put her other hand on my free shoulder and said, "Look, there's no need to be embarrassed. I know how important the texture of the fabric is to you. Let me tell you a story."

"About eight or ten years ago I used to work as a seamstress for one of the big theatrical costumiers in London. There was a lovely young man called Bill, about your age, who had just started working in the men's department. One evening, I was working late when behind me, around the corner, I heard somebody enter the women's costume stockroom. I should have been on my own in that part of the building, so I followed as quietly as I could and peered into the stockroom only to see Bill systematically examining various female costumes as he worked his way down the rack. After about the third costume, I suddenly realised they all shared the same feature: they were all partially or completely made from chiffon. Finally he got to a part of the rack where we kept all the glamorous nightdresses and peignoirs, all huge billowing sleeves and trains for swishing about castle corridors. He pulled out the first one and and fondled the fabric and then, obviously in raptures, caressed his face with the sleeve. Suddenly he looked in my direction and my heart nearly jumped out of my throat. I needn't have worried because he obviously couldn't see me. I tiptoed back to the workroom as quickly as I could and within seconds heard him leaving."

"I waited a few more seconds and then out of burning curiosity I went back to the storeroom and straight to the place I'd seen him at last. The costume he'd been fondling wasn't there. I knew, because it was one I'd made only the previous year from a particularly soft nylon chiffon which draped beautifully, especially when moving. I quickly checked the rest of that collection just to make sure I was right. Bill had obviously taken the costume home with him."

"My train was late the next morning, so I would have every chance of being later than Bill. I went straight to the stockroom and was greatly relieved to see the costume back in place - it was against the rules to take any of the costumes home without permission and I didn't want to see Bill get into trouble. At lunchtime I caught him just as he was leaving the premises."

"'Oh Bill could you give me a hand, please, before you go to lunch', I said to him."

"'Certainly,' he answered."

"'Follow me then,' I said, marching into the women's stockroom."

"'Come closer,' I said encouragingly, as I reached the nightgowns section."

"I took the nylon chiffon nightgown off the rack and said, 'It's lovely, isn't it?'"

"Bill blushed. 'Er, yes, I suppose it is.' He began to look very uncomfortable."

"'Look, Bill, I know you took this home with you last night.'"

"'How?'"

"'Just take my word for it. You know they'll sack you if they find out.'"

"Bill was really looking scared now. I wasn't handling this very well, so I decided to put his mind at rest immediately. I put my hand on his shoulder and taking a huge gamble, said to him as kindly as I could, 'Would you like me to make one like this for you?'"

"Bill's face broke into an expression which was a mixture of relief and gratitude. 'Yes, please, Mary,' he said, his eyes filling up with tears."

"'Well buy me lunch and tell me all about it,' I said, grabbing his hand."

"I took him to a pub with booths where you couldn't be overheard and he bought us both a drink and a sandwich. 'Why are you doing this for me, Mary?' he said, sitting down." 

"'Well, the straightforward answer is that I doubt that you could get hold of such a glamorous garment in the shops, even if you could afford it.'" 

"'I'm too embarassed to go into the shops in the first place,' Bill answered, 'but I still don't understand why you'd be willing to help me. In fact I'm surprised and delighted. Only the other day I overheard two of the assistants in your section talking about a man who'd tried to hire a female costume. You would think by what they said that he'd exposed himself to them. They obviously embarrased the poor man so much he left the shop empty-handed.'"

"'Yes, some women are so narrow-minded,' I said. 'Anyway, tell me how it all started, first.'"

"'Well first of all, I'm not effeminate, I'm not....you know?' Bill began.'"

"'No, I don't think you are,' I reassured him." 

"'Do you remember all those old films where the heroine wanders around in a billowing chiffon nightgown?' Bill asked. I nodded. 

'Well,' Bill continued, 'I began to notice that every time it happened in the film, my heart would suddenly start beating very fast and I would begin to feel hot with excitement. I also realised that I wanted to touch those nightgowns, to feel them against my bare skin.'"

"'Then as I got a little older I began to get erections at the same time, but I knew that I must keep this to myself, although it felt perfectly natural. How would a young boy get hold of a nightgown like that? My mother didn't own any glamorous chiffon garments, except for one that she'd rescued from her bombed-out house during the war, but that comes into the story later. She certainly couldn't afford anything like that once rationing had finished because my father died suddenly when I was about two years old and the small pension that he'd left her was barely enough to live on.'"

"'Eventually my mother met a travelling salesman who became her boyfriend just about the time I started senior school. He earned a lot of commission which he mostly spent on my mother. Nevertheless it made our lives a lot easier for a while and Mum got taken out regularly. One Easter holiday when I was about thirteen they got invited to a fancy dress party at a posh house, so no cheap local costume hire shop for them. A few days before the party they went up to London to a very expensive theatrical costumiers whilst I was at school. I arrived home just in time to see them taking their costumes into Mum's bedroom. I just caught a glimpse of some black transparent material.'"

"'I knew they were going out that evening and I couldn't wait to see what Mum had hired. I gave it a few minutes after they left and then wandered into Mum's bedroom. The costumes had been hung up on the outside of the wardrobe, with hers underneath, so I had to lift his out of the way. It was a very heavy 19th century military uniform, including a sword and I very nearly dropped it when I caught sight of Mum's outfit.'"

"'It was a black chiffon nightgown and negligee, just like those I had seen in those black and white films from the 40s. With the costume was a long blonde wig, so I presumed Mum was going to the party as someone like Lana Turner. What really caught my attention, though, were the sleeves of the negligee. I had never seen anything so beautiful. The way the chiffon billowed out softly from the shoulders, getting wider and wider until finally being gathered at the delicate cuffs was just so attractive. It was inevitable; I just had to try it on. I hurriedly undressed, wisely keeping my underpants on (they were already bulging).'"

"'My hands were shaking so much, I was almost unable to take the negligee off the hanger. In no time at all my arms were plunging into the silky caress of the sleeves. As I was then about the same size as Mum, it fitted perfectly. My hands were still shaking as I managed to do up the tiny buttons on the bodice and cuffs. Just then I heard the front door open and close and then Mum's footsteps swiftly coming along the hall of our flat. I was still struggling with the buttons on the bodice when Mum appeared in the bedroom doorway. I've never been so embarrased. "Oh Mum," I blurted out. "I'm ever so sorry!" Instead of getting angry with me, she walked up to me and did up the buttons I had just undone. "No need to be, my love," she said with a warm smile on her face. "Now where's that hankie I forgot."'

"'She stopped at the door on her way out. "You can keep that on all evening if you like, as long as you don't get it dirty and make sure it's back on the hanger before we return. I'll have a little chat with you tomorrow when you get home from school - nothing to worry about. Have fun!"'

"'When I got home from school the next day Mum was waiting in the living room with her costume draped over one of the chairs. "Sit down Bill," she said. "Now don't worry, I just want to ask you a few questions. Be honest, won't you?" "OK Mum," I answered. "Have you ever worn any of my clothes before?" she said. "No Mum." "So it's just this costume?" "That's right Mum." "And how did you know?" "When I saw them in those old films on TV. I used to get excited." Mum thought for a bit. "Then I think it's because of something I did when you were much younger."

"'"Do you remember those silky pyjamas you used to have when you were a little boy?" "I think so." A warm memory began to stir in my mind. "Well when we had very little money I made them up from an old semi-transparent rayon evening dress that didn't fit me any longer. I thought nothing of it. After all, there were plenty of men who wore silk pyjamas. But my sister got on her high horse when she saw you wearing them and warned me about turning you into a sissy. She said she'd noticed the way you kept fondling the material. I told her to mind her own business. However, I think she may have been partly correct because when you got too big to wear them any longer, you made a terrific fuss when I took them to the jumble sale. I don't think you're a sissy, Bill. You were telling me only the other day about a girl, in your class, that you really fancy but didn't have the courage to speak to." "Oh, Angela you mean? Yes, she's gorgeous."'"

"'"Well there you go, nothing to worry about. Would you like to put on the costume for another couple of hours before Ted (her boyfriend) gets home? You won't have much of an opportunity again for a long while - the deposit alone on each costume was more than three weeks wages."

"Thanks Mum," I said, taking the costume from her. "Both items, please Bill," she said firmly, " I think you know why. Oh and come back here when you've put them on."'"

"'In no time at all I was back in the living room. "How does all that lovely chiffon feel against your skin?" Mum asked. "It's heavenly, Mum." "Ooh you lucky boy. Now, have you ever touched my nylons?" "No I haven't. I've got no idea what they're like." "Well, if I'm right, you won't be able to resist these," she said holding up a cellophane packet. They're one of the really expensive ones Ted insisted on buying me, but to be honest, they're so fine they ladder almost without an excuse so I don't wear the others very often." With that she opened up the packet and unwound them carefully from the piece of card on which they were wrapped. "Now handle these carefully, they're very delicate," she said, handing them to me.'"

"'I tried hard to keep hold of them, but my fingers were trembling so much the nylons just slid over my fingers and onto my lap. Mum laughed. "They're very slippery, aren't they?" "When they slid across my hands the feeling was so cool and silky," I answered. "So you like them, then?" "They're just absolutely gorgeous, Mum. I never knew anything like this existed." "OK, they're yours to keep, seeing as you won't have access to the negligee for too much longer, but don't try wearing them. They feel nicer to fondle if they remain unstretched."'"

"'As I reached school-leaving age, I realised that I would never have the opportunity to touch or wear a glamorous theatrical nightgown again unless I somehow worked with costumes for a living, so I subscribed to the trade papers, collecting them regularly from the newsagent. Then one day, I couldn't believe my luck, the job I've got now was advertised. I was a bit disappointed when I was told the job was in the men's department, but I knew that I couldn't afford to miss the opportunity and here I am.'"

"'So did you enjoy wearing the nightgown you borrowed last night?' I asked Bill. 'Did you manage to get full pleasure from it?,' I said with a wink." 

"'Yes,' he answered, turning red, 'it looked really beautiful and felt wonderful against my skin. I was careful not to make a mess. It would look even better on an attractive woman, though, someone like you.'" 

"I let the flattery get to me and suddenly I was suggesting that I would model it for him that same evening in the shop after everyone had gone home. 'At the same time I'll take your measurements for your nightgown.' Bill looked astounded. 'See you about 6.30, then.'"




More Sheer Nylon Fun



"At 6.30 Bill came down the stairs and we went into the ladie's stockroom together. I took the nightgown down and told him to wait there for me. I quickly changed, keeping my underwear on as the gown was completely transparent. I quietly walked back into the stockroom and could see Bill fondling some of the other chiffon gowns. 'Bill,' I called out softly. He spun around and his mouth dropped open. Then I started slowly walking towards him with the chiffon fluttering around my limbs and he had to grab hold of one of rails to steady himself. 'You're a vision from heaven,' he managed to splutter." 

"'Now calm yourself down,' I said. 'I've got to take your measurements.' He nodded and stood still in the middle of the aisle, but all the while his body was shaking like a leaf, poor boy, and when I stood in front of him, the bulge in his trousers was unmistakeable.'"

"'Have you felt all of the chiffons, yet,' I asked him as I was measuring. 'No,' he answered. 'I only got this far last night.' 'Well, while you've got the opportunity why don't you try them all in case there's a nicer one.' So we went completely round the racks and it soon became clear it was the smoothness of nylon chiffon he preferred and not the slightly crinkly texture of silk chiffon or the stiffness of silk organza. In the end, he chose a really nice soft shiny nylon chiffon from which a pair of harem pantaloons had been made. 'Good,' I said, 'we've got loads of that in stock.'"

"'OK, that's all I need,' I said, but I could see the poor lad was fit to burst. 'You can't go home like this,' I said, patting the front of his trousers. 'No, er....,' said Bill as I undid the front of his trousers. However, he was so excited, that a few strokes through his underpants was all he needed to bring him off. I kept stroking as he held onto my shoulders and his spasms subsided. 'Thank you Mary,' Bill said. 'That was really nice of you.'" 

"'Just this once, you understand?' I said." 

"'Of course,' he replied." 

"'Not another word about this and I'll let you know when your costume is ready.'"

"It took him a few months to pay me off in installments, Peter," Mary said, "but he was really pleased with his nightgown. Sent me a huge bouquet in thanks. So you see, I understand your requirements, probably more than you do. Now what do you think of the sample?"

"It's beautiful," I said. "Really gorgeous. How long will it take to get the whole bolt?"

"About two or three weeks," said Mary, picking up her tape measure. "Meanwhile I can work on the pattern after I've taken your measurements."

"You mean now?"

"Of course. It won't take long."

Mary was finished in less than ten minutes, writing all the figures down in a large notebook. I was a little surprised that she measured practically every part of my body, but then I knew nothing about dressmaking. Then she turned to a fresh page and drew a very quick sketch of the planned outfit.

"Wow, Mary. You're really talented."

"Thank you. I've drawn the sleeves and legs at the minimum volume that would suit this design. Is that OK or would you like more volume, in other words more chiffon?"

"Oh, much more," I answered. "Let's say, three times as much."

A couple of minutes later, Mary had completed another drawing.

"That would be perfect, Mary."

"Let's just check the design I've drawn before we go any further."

"Certainly."

"A bra top with shoulder straps and the sleeves set in at the shoulder and a panty just below the navel with the legs set in to the leg holes of the panty?"

"Perfect, I answered."

"I think I'll make the bra and panty in a nice classy brocade."

I nodded.

"I'm assuming you'll want a slit down the front of the panty?"

I was speechless and was turning bright red.

"Don't be embarrassed," said Mary, kindly. "Of course I know why you want to wear the outfit. Shall we say for a little personal excitement? I should think you'd want to get at your pride and joy without removing the trousers."

"Mary, that's very thoughtful of you."

"OK, I'll design a discrete release system for you. Give me a ring in two months."

The next two months were filled with mounting anticipation until the time I agreed to ring Mary. I was so anxious to find out if she'd finished, that I rang her at lunchtime.

"Hello, Peter," Mary answered. "Look, I'm not quite finished yet. How about early evening. Say, 6:00 again."

"Oh Mary, I can't wait!"

That afternoon seemed like a lifetime until I found myself knocking on Mary's door.

"It's ready," said Mary, as soon as she opened the door. "Come in and stand here."

She closed the door and held up a black satin blindfold for me to put on.

"I don't want any peeking just yet," she said.

I pulled the blindfold over my head and made sure I could see nothing. Mary took my hand and led me to her workshop.

"You're going to love this, Peter. Your choice of fabric was perfect. It makes the most beautiful billowing sleeves and legs I've ever seen on this design of harem costume."

"Now wait here," she continued. "I've just got to fetch something from upstairs."

I waited, leaning against Mary's workbench. My mouth was dry with nervousness and my imagination was running riot. Just as I began to wonder where she had got to, I heard her footsteps on the stairs and then coming up behind me.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said.

"Can I take off the blindfold, please, Mary?" My voice was shaking.

"Of course," she said from behind me. "Let me do it for you."

I blinked a couple of times as my eyes became accustomed to the light again, but the costume was nowhere to be seen. I took a step forward and then Mary giggled behind me.

I turned around and gasped loudly at the sight before me. Mary was wearing the most luscious harem costume I had ever seen, anywhere on TV, film or in a magazine. I was speechless at the beauty of the vision before me and with an overwhelming desire for Mary.

"Oh, Mary!" I sighed. "You look good enough to eat!"

"Peter, I didn't mean to tease you, I just wanted you to have the opportunity to see a woman wearing it. I guessed you might be like Bill in that respect. The delight on your face was priceless."

"Thanks Mary, I wouldn't have had the nerve to ask you to do that for me."

"I expect you'd like to try it on now?"

"Mmm," I nodded enthusiastically.

"Back shortly," sang Mary, as she ran up the stairs. When she returned she laid the costume carefully on her workbench. I took one of the voluminous sleeves in my trembling hands and although it had been made with so much fabric, it weighed next to nothing. The feeling as the gossamer-fine fabric ran over my hands was cool and silky beyond belief. I got so carried away, I took the sleeve and cupped my whole face in it, moaning with pleasure as I breathed through the fabric.

"Oh, Mary," I sighed, "this is a dream come true."

"Well you'd better try it on, then," she giggled, leaving by the door. "Let me know when you're ready, just in case I have to make any alterations."

I wasn't going to rush this time. I was going to savour the experience of putting on this fabulous garment. I lifted one of the legs up and was again astounded at the amount of fabric Mary had used and how little it weighed because it was so wispy. I slowly removed my clothes and hung them over the back of a chair. By now my cock had been fully erect for nearly ten minutes and I wondered if the costume's panty would hide it sufficiently.

When I looked around the back of the costume, the trousers appeared to be held up by the zip at the back of the panty, So I slid the zip open. Then I sat down and slid my left foot through the left leg hole of the panty, pulling it up so that it was just over my knees. I did the same with my right foot and then carefully pulled the ankle cuffs over each foot. I couldn't see how they fastened for the moment so I stood up holding on to the panty and eased it all the way up into position. The tops of my thighs now fitted snugly into the leg holes. Finally, I reached around and did up the zip. Apart from the bulge caused by my cock, it fitted perfectly.

I moved over to look at myself in Mary's full length mirror and admired her precision. The bottoms of the sheer legs billowed out perfectly in line with the ankle cuffs. They were exactly the right length. I walked up and down for a few steps and the sheer fabric shimmered and billowed about my legs so delightfully.

Then I switched my attention to the top. I wondered how the bra cups were keeping their shape but remaining soft like two little pillows. I could see that Mary had filled the cups with loads of chiffon off cuts and then sealed them in place with another piece of chiffon sewn over the opening.

The top was easy to put on, but when I tried to fix the strap at the back, I couldn't manage. I opened the door and called for Mary.

"I can't do it up at the back," I said as she came into the room, so she motioned me to turn around. A couple of seconds later, the strap was secured.

"Give us a twirl, Peter," Mary said, stepping back a little. "You were right to choose that fabric. It shimmers really attractively and the way it gathers at the cuffs is really beautiful. What do you think of it now you're wearing it?"

"Mary, I don't know what to say. I'm absolutely astounded, almost speechless. I think this has to be the most exciting day of my life."

"Well it isn't over yet, Peter."

I wondered what she meant by that.

"Have you done up the cuffs yet?" she asked.

"I haven't got round to it"

"That's OK," she said, reaching into a drawer. "I've got a treat for you."

She held up a pair of chiffon gloves.

"Did you make those for me?" I said.

"Yes, and several more as spares," she said, handing them to me. "After all, I had plenty of fabric."

My hands were trembling as I slipped the gloves on over my fingers. They reached a little way above my cuffs.

Mary then stepped forward and pulled the sleeves over the gloves and secured the cuffs with the attached press studs, which also prevented the gloves coming loose. I closed and opened my fists several times to see what they felt like.

"Thank you Mary, these are wonderful," I said. "They feel fantastic on my fingers."

I then ran my gloved fingers up and down my arms and sighed with pleasure at the slippery feeling.

"I can see you're pretty excited, Peter, "Mary said, looking down at the bulge in my panty. "Have you discovered how to get your cock out through the slit, yet?"

"Er, no. I was a bit embarrassed to tell the truth. I was going to wait until I got home and do it in private"

"No need to be," she said, smiling at me. "We both know what the outfit will be used for."

"You're right, I'm being silly."

"Come here, then, let me show you."

I moved close to her and she reached down with both hands and parted the overlaying double slit that I hadn't noticed before and suddenly my cock sprang out. Then her hands moved to the lower end of the slit and eased my balls out also.

"Voila!" she cried. "Now you're ready for some fun. I would say your cock looks a little undressed, though. In that case, I've another little surprise for you. Close your eyes first."

"Whatever you say, Mary"

I heard a drawer opening again.

"Keep still while I put this on and no peeping."

Then I felt something soft and cool sliding deliciously down my cock and up under my balls.

"OK," said Mary, "you can look now."

I opened my eyes and stared in disbelief at my genitals. They were now covered in their own little chiffon pouch, secured around the base by an elasticated band. The sight of my cock encased in this lovely sheer nylon was very erotic.

"Mary, you're a genius," I said, "and so thoughtful."

"Why thank you, Peter. I appreciate that."

Mary then reached into the drawer again and took out another pair of the gloves and carefully slid them onto her own hands, with a mischievous look on her face. "Stay where you are, I'm just going to loosen your bra strap," she said, stepping behind me. Mary then undid the bra, and from behind me, reached around and placed a gloved hand on either side of my chest, just below the bra cups. Then she slid her hands behind my bra cups until her middle fingers were resting on a nipple each. Then she slowly and gently pulled each nipple to one side until they sprang back into position under the slippery chiffon-clad finger. Twice more and I was quivering with unexpected pleasure.

"I think you liked that," said Mary, putting her mouth close to my ear.

"I've never felt anything like it before, especially with you wearing those gloves," I replied.

"Would you like me to do it some more?" she teased.

"Yes, please, Mary. Yes, please!"

"I tell you what," she replied. "I'll carry on sliding my fingers over your nipples if you try out these pretty gloves properly."

"You don't mean...?"

"Yes, I do mean...," she said. "I want to see how exciting you find these little extras."

"Whatever you say Mary. I'd do anything for you."

Mary laughed, "Just stroking yourself to a climax with those gloves will do."

I closed my gloved right hand around the top of my shaft and slid it down to the base.

"Oh my God!" I cried out. The almost frictionless sensation was so thrilling.

"Carry on, Peter," Mary urged.

"Of course," I said, starting to stroke continuously.

But it took only a few seconds before I realised I'd passed the point of no return. The combined sensation of one layer of chiffon whispering over another caressing my straining cock and the delicious feeling as Mary stroked my nipples was more than enough. "Oh Mary!" I moaned, nearly collapsing with ecstasy as the most wonderful orgasm I'd ever had seemed to take over my whole body.

When I'd finished, Mary handed me a piece of spare cloth to stop my come leaking out everywhere. Soon the come-soaked nylon pouch was wrapped up in the cloth and I was dabbing away the excess with a tissue.

*

At the time of writing this, I've only had five, maybe six orgasms as delightful and as complete as the one I had that day. All the others have been very pleasant and worth the effort, but I'm always hoping the next one will be extra special. I still have that fabulous outfit, but only wear it on rare occasions as it's in a very delicate condition nowadays. Mary can't make me another just like it because she retired a few years ago.



More Short Stories



I am at a loss as to what category to put these into. If someone has a better idea as to how to list these please let me know. If either of the stories remind you of anyone you know I still feel sorry for them. 

As a side note; I thought about loving wives to get more comments, but who cares about that. Most of you know my writing by now and can sort of expect to see sh-tuff like this from time to time.

Remember, I write what pleases me. If it does not please you then you are not as sick of a puppy as I am. Enjoy the ride.

PTBzzzz



JOHN, hey I like to use the name

John always felt it was his job to protect the park, even if he was not paid to do so. Hell, he had no use for money. He pretty much had everything he needed, except a steady girl. He really did not even need one of those either.

He liked being free, no entanglements what so ever. He pretty much hung around in the park and watched over the place as if he owned it. 

He liked it there. The place was huge: there as a nice lake, 3 different picnic grounds, maybe 25 acres of woods to be walked through. There were fishing, many kinds of berry bushes and a meadow that stretched all over Robin Hood's barn. 

There were not many visitors to his park; as it was well off the beaten path. Those visitors that came mostly stayed away from him, a few took pictures. You see, John was sort of a local celebrity. 

Mostly John spent his time cleaning up the food that inconsiderate people left laying around, patrolling the grounds looking to keep the place safe and helping the staff by tearing out the parts of some of the structures so they could refurbish them. 

He had a happy life. Every now and then he had a hankering for a female; but, alas those that came around never appealed to him. 

He considered himself to be quite handsome, no one ever told him otherwise. I doubt he would have believed them if they dared to say so. He had a full head of dark brown, almost black hair. He was large; but not fat. And he kept himself in fabulous shape. 

John was mature, but not old. Smart, there were none who had the knowledge he had amassed over the years. He was not conceited, just honest about how he felt.

One of his favorite pass times, when he was not busy taking care of things, was to watch all the animals in the park. There were many kinds of critters; dear, raccoons, possums, and more mice and snakes than you could shake a stick at. He loved to watch them all.

It was late June when the most gorgeous female he ever saw started to come around. She had the most beautiful hair, dark brown, just like his. She was plump, but not fat. In short just what he had looked for all his life.

He tried to get her attention, but she was not interested in him. John did everything he could think of to get close to her but she just walked away. He was starting feel like a fool; this made him a little mad.

She spent much of her time at one end of the meadow sunning herself and making a bit of a mess in some of the areas he had cleaned up. 

One day he was able to get closer to her than he ever had before. She was startled when he walked up to her. She managed to sink her nails into the side of his face before scampering off. Lordy, that hurt!

It was late October when he finally managed to corner her. He just wanted to get to know her: she was having none of it. 

OK, if she wants to play hard to get he would take matters into his own hands. He chased her around the park until she was exhausted and finally managed to corner her at the bottom of a cliff. She was trapped between the rocky cliff and a huge thicket of berry bushes, they were loaded with thorns. 

If I were to tell you she was uncooperative, that would be an understatement. Finally John decided he had put up with all he could take. He forced himself on her. They went round and round: she fought him every step of the way. He was all torn up from her nails. Oh Hell, lets call them claws, she used them on him with devastating results. When they were done John headed down by the lake to wash up and recover. 

She wandered away to another section of the park. John decided that he was through with the female of the species. You can have them; he had no use for that kind of treatment. 

Now, I doubt that she was happy with John's actions either. John was not concerned; nothing ever became of it. The entire episode became a distant memory. Winter set in and John decided it was time to take it easy for a while. He had no idea where she went and was not interested in searching for her.

After a normal gestation period, somewhere near the far side of the park she gave birth to the most wonderful set of twin boys you could ever set your eyes on. She was a most attentive mother.

Toward the middle of the next summer she showed up, at the edge of John's meadow, with the most perfect bear cubs you ever saw. John saw them and did his best to avoid them.





ANN AND DAN



It was 9:36 PM, I just happened to look at the screen on her computer. There was an instant message from Beautifulchristina69. I told the wife about it, thinking it was spam. Then as a courtesy I deleted it from her screen. When she walked out 5 minutes later she was pissed. Bloody Hell, she always asked me to delete crap like that before, now she is raking me over the coals.

Well, I guess I should have asked if you wanted it deleted. Do you know this person? Who is she? No answer from her.

Wife replied that she was nobody. She sat down at the keyboard and started to look over her email and play her games on Facebook. Someone was asking for nails and grain, someone else was looking for bricks and penguins, a third person was complaining that their apple pies had disappeared. I never thought, or cared, too much about that stuff. Can you say waste of time?? Shoot, I knew you could.

My name is Dan, her name is Ann. We have been married for 364 years; at least it seems like it. We have 6 kids; I can't believe we even had sex 6 times, much less at the correct time to get her pregnant. But I made my bed, so I guess I'll lay in it. 

I pursued her for over 3 years, stole her from the guy that the entire county assumed she would marry. He was so relieved that he became a missionary to get out of town. The last I heard he was running around in loin cloths and acting like a native somewhere. 

At least I was a romantic, he was just a bully. He told her she would drop out of school, tend house and take the kids to church each Sunday. In her spare time she could take care of the barn yard animals.  Meals would be ready at exactly 5:00PM., whether he was home or not, she would have to hold them until he got there.

Meals would be ready? She can't cook worth a damn, and she doesn't fuck much better. Only missionary position, could that be in honor of him? If I want anything else it ain't gonna happen. If I don't make a reservation at least a week in advance she says no. Most of the time it becomes no anyway, just because.

So tomorrow I will look on her computer to try to find out who Beautifulchristina69 is; only because she gave me so much Hell. 

I kept watch over her computer for 3 months and never found out who Beautifulchristina69 is. I'll just file it away for a while. 

Life continues as before, no sex, rotten food, and a filthy house. Yep, life sure is good. I go to work, 10 to 12 hours a day, six days a week. The debts keep piling up even though I make good money. It took me 12 years of hard work but I now make $8.55 an hour, we should be rolling in the dough.

The other day I came home on time, no overtime tonight. As I walked into the house she was talking to Beautifulchristina69 again. She tried to close the screen down but there was an incoming response that caused the screen to reopen. Some of the words I saw would make a sailor blush. How can a good churchgoing woman abide language like that?

I don't want my children to see or hear that sort of stuff, so I pulled the plug on the computer. Ann went off on me like never before. I guess the kids will have to hear it anyway. Some of what they were talking about was oral sex, between women. 

Is my wife hot for another woman, lordy I hope not. That would surely be a sin. I had to talk to the parson to see how to handle this mess.

Sunday the parson had a sermon on fidelity, morality and the evils of the same sex getting it on. When we got home from church, the roof caved in, "How could I air our dirty laundry in public like that? I deserve to have a life and you won't run it." I guess it will be another year without getting to please her in bed. 

It's been 4 weeks since I talked to the parson, we ran into each other at the hardware store yesterday. He asked how things were going. I told him we were saving a lot of money on air conditioning because things are so cold between us. 

He told me his wife, Tina, was doing research for a book she intended to write. I commented on the fact that if she could write a book then she must be smart as well as really pretty. She is the most beautiful woman in the church; she still has all of her front teeth and most of her hair too. Did I mention she can sing like a bird, sounds like a cross between a turkey and a Buzzard. Not too shabby for a woman of 30. 

On my drive home I realized I now knew who Beautifulchristina69 is. 

When I got home I asked Ann if I was correct. She turned and ran out of the room. I'll give her some time to cool down and talk to her after the kids go to bed. 

About 9PM she came out on the porch and sat beside me. She was sorry for the filth she was discussing on the computer. She and Tina had heard Jerry Springer talking about it that afternoon and could not believe that people did that sort of thing. I told her I had heard about it in the Air Force, and yes some people seem to enjoy those things. 

When she came to bed she had scrubbed her face, brushed her hair, put on a little makeup instead of cold cream and wore a short tea shirt instead of her flannel night gown. We tried a few of the things they had talked about; she now has a new outlook on life. We have another form of birth control, instead of her constant headaches. I won't be sharing this with the parson.

The food has not improved, the house is still a mess, but Ann says the sex is much better.

Oh yeah, Tina got her book published. It is about a dog and an elephant who explore the world in a hot air balloon.



More Sister in Law Fun



After the very fun trip to the grocery store, my sister Amber and I got back to the house and unloaded the food. I got everything ready to go on the grill and all the sides ready and started cooking. We all started drinking. 

We had finished dinner and we were sitting around the table on our patio. I had the fire pit all set to go and my wife had the marshmallows and skewers ready. We continued to drink and talk and I kept finding myself looking across the table at Amber and her scoop neck tank top partially hidden by the not so buttoned, button down shirt over it. 

As the sun was finally setting, my brother, Mark, and I started the fire and the girls went in for more wine. Mark and I didn't have to go in the house because I had the cooler out full of beer and ice. We stayed out for another hour and a half or so until the fire was about out, all the wine was gone, most of the beer was gone and the marshmallows we hadn't roasted were on the floor as my very nearly drunk wife dropped half the bag. It was actually pretty funny. 

We have a three bedroom house with one bedroom on the first floor and two upstairs. We actually used the bedroom downstairs as an office and storage area but it had a pull out couch and chair. Being that Mark and Amber were too drunk to drive, my wife suggested they stay the night. She showed them to the guest room they had used many times before and she gave Amber one of her night shirts and Mark a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. 

I went in to our bedroom and my wife was passed out before I could even say anything to her. I looked at the clock and saw it was not even midnight. I went back downstairs and turned on the TV. I found an excellent horror movie had just started. I have always loved good horror films. 

While sitting there watching the movie I heard someone say something. I turned to see Amber standing a few feet away. She asked if we had anything to snack on because she said she was afraid if she went to sleep the way she was feeling now she would wake up with a terrible hangover. I laughed and asked her if Mark wanted something too and she said he was already asleep. I told her that my wife was passed out. I then asked what she wanted. Once she was happily snacking away I headed back into the living room. She followed behind me a few seconds later with her snack in hand and a big glass of water. I was still drinking beer. 

I sat on the far side of the couch and Amber sat right next to me. She asked what I was watching and before I could respond she said that she always got scared watching horror films. I laughed and called her a wimp. I should describe the night shirt she was wearing. It was one of those little cotton things that look like a cross between a long t-shirt and a short dress. I had on sweat shorts and a t-shirt. 

We sat watching the movie as Amber ate her snack. Several times she jumped due to scenes in the movie. Each time she did, her bra-less tits swayed a little in the night shirt. As the movie went on she moved a little closer to me and put her hand on my leg. She looked over at me and I smiled and she laughed a little and said wow I just put my hand on your leg and your cock is already hard. I looked down and saw my shorts completely tented out in the front. I told her I liked the way she fit into the night shirt and how her tits were swaying back and forth when she moved and that was all it took. 

She leaned over and kissed me and pulled the waistband of my shorts down until my cock was out. We kept kissing as she stroked my cock. I reached around and for the first time, skipped her big tits and went right for bottom of the night shirt. I slid my hand up the side of her thigh and around to her nice round ass. As all I felt was skin I thought at first she was wearing a thong but quickly found that she wasn't wearing panties at all. 

Amber pulled back from the kiss and dropped her head to my lap and started sucking my cock. While she was doing this I was rubbing her ass and sliding my hand down to her pussy. She was soaking wet. She stopped for a moment and started pulling at my shorts again. This time I lifted my hips to help her and she pulled them down around my knees. Without even hesitating she then sat up and threw her left leg across my lap and straddled me. We looked eye to eye and she told me she wanted my cock in her. She reached down, pulled the night shirt up around her waist, reached down again and grabbed my cock and then simply slid forward and down right onto my cock. We both let out a big breath when this happened. Amber looked at me again and said that she had wanted to fuck me since that first day in the pool. 

As she began to rock her hips slowly back and forth I reached up and grabbed the straps on each shoulder and pulled them down, freeing her big tits. I took them in my hands and guided one of her big nipples right to my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on it and switched to the other one as she continued to rock back and forth on my cock. After a few more minutes of this it was as though she had just changed gears. She was no longer rocking back and forth, she was now pumping up and down on her knees riding my cock while those big tits bounced around. 

Amber looked at me and asked me if I was getting ready to cum and I laughed. She asked why I laughed and I told her that all the beer and combined with me being fifteen years older that I didn't cum as quickly from fucking as I did from blowjobs. She got a big smile on her face and to my amazement she climbed right off. I asked her what was wrong and she said nothing. She go right next to me, put her knees on the couch, leaned forward and told me she wanted me to fuck her from behind. 

Without even responding I stood up, dropped my shorts to the floor and slid my dick right back in her pussy. She immediately let out a loud gasp. We stopped for a second to make sure no one was moving around upstairs. Once I felt sure no one was up I started pumping my cock in her pussy again. I slid the night shirt up over her ass and grabbed her hips. It was then that I decided I was going to fuck her hard and see how she liked it. I pulled one hand from her hips, slapped her ass so hard I heard it over the TV and then grabbed her hip again and pumped her so hard she was giving out small grunts with each thrust. About five minutes into this she said she was going to cum and buried her face in the couch cushion and continued to grunt. This happened two more times as we continued to fuck.

We went on like this for about twenty minutes when she told me she wanted to ride my cock again. As I pulled out I gave her ass another good slap and she turned to me and smiled and asked what was she going to tell Mark if he saw a big hand print on her ass in the morning. I just laughed and told her she would think of something. I sat down and she once again straddled me and slid right down on my cock. There was no rocking back and forth this time, she went right to bouncing up and down on my dick. This time I had both of her nipples between my fingers and I was pinching and twisting them. Her bouncing up and down added to my pressure on her nipples. She very soon told me she was about to cum again and she leaned forward and kissed me to mask the noise she made while cumming. 

At this point I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to last. With my mouth close to her ear I asked her where she wanted me to cum. She looked at me and said that if she didn't have to go and get into bed with Mark she would want me to cum inside her but that she would swallow it tonight and to let her know when I was close. 

We kept going for a few more minutes and I told her I was going to cum. She slid off my cock, right down to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. I told her I was going to cum and she kept sucking as I pumped six big loads of cum down her throat. After she licked my cock clean she climbed back up on the couch next to and laid her head on my shoulder with her big tits still out. 

After about ten minutes we realized we were both exhausted and decided sleep was a good idea. We climbed the stairs and she kissed me before she went into the guest room and I headed for the bathroom to clean up before going to bed.



More Sister in Law Fun Ch. 02



It had been a couple of weeks since Amber and Mark last visited. The morning after my sister Amber and I fucked while our spouses slept was very casual. We all ate breakfast and talked and when they finally left Amber kissed me on the cheek and told me she would talk to me later.

It was a couple days later and I got a text from Amber asking how my day was going. I told her I was in a very boring meeting and that my entire day had been the same way. She sent a text back and said that's too bad but I have an idea. A few minutes later my cell phone vibrated again and I had picture mail. Thankfully I was sitting at the end of the conference room table so I opened the picture mail. The caption said, this should help with the boring meeting. I saw the message page said 1 / 4. I was excited thinking what the other 3 items were. I arrowed over and the first picture was of Amber's huge tits in a very hot bra, the second picture was her big braless tits. And to finish it off the third picture was her licking one of her nipples.

I sent her a text and told her that was a much welcomed addition to my day. She responded and said she was glad to help. She then asked what I was doing on Saturday. I was surprised because she never asked me before. Any plans we ever had with Amber and Mark were always made through my wife. Her brother Mark would usually call and see what was going on. I responded and told her that I was planning on spending some time in the pool after I cleaned it and then we would probably do something for dinner. I asked what she was doing and she said that she responded that she didn't know because mark was going on a fishing trip with our father. 

Now, whenever my father is gone for more than a few hours my wife is either at her parent's house with her mom or they go out shopping. Rarely do they come to our house. I texted Amber and asked when they were leaving and she responded that they were leaving early Saturday and would be back on Sunday. She asked if she could come over and hang out with me and my wife. I said sure and that I would talk to my wife.

That night I told my wife that Amber had texted me to see what we were doing Saturday. She said she had talked to her and told her that after she had to work in the morning and after that she was picking up her mom and they were going shopping. She said that she knew I was going to be home and if she wanted to come over and hang out in the pool and then have dinner with us she was welcome.

Saturday morning comes and the sunny beautiful day we were supposed to have was looking like a bad rainy day. My wife left for work and said she was going to call Amber to see if she was still coming so I would know if she wasn't I could go do something. My wife called me back and said that Amber told her she was still planning to come over. 

About 45 minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I was very surprised to see Amber standing there this early. I opened the door and she came in quickly to get out of the rain. She immediately pulled off her soaked jacket and I took it to hang it up. How I missed what she was wearing under the jacket I have no idea. When I turned back around I saw her standing in a pair of very short shorts and a cleavage exposing tank top. I was still in sweat shorts and a t-shirt.

I asked if she wanted something to drink and she asked if I had eaten yet because she had not. I told her I had only had some juice and asked what she would like. She said anything was good. I threw together some breakfast and as we ate she noticed I kept staring at her all the cleavage she was showing. I told her that was the best thing about shirts like that and she just laughed. We finished and I cleaned up and she was in the living room watching TV. 

I walked into the living room and she moved over on the couch but would not give up the remote control. She had on some really bad chic flick. I said there has to be something better on and she laughed and said she thought there was probably something better too. She leaned toward me and handed me the remote. I looked straight down her shirt. She started laughing and said really, you have pictures that show more than the tank top does. I told her the difference was that the pictures were not sitting right next to me. 

She laughed and asked what would be better. Without hesitation I reached out and slid my hand down her shirt and grabbed a handful of tit. She asked me what time my wife was getting off work and if she was going to stop home before going to pick up her mom. I told her my wife worked until 1 and she was going straight to her mom's house. As soon as I said that, she smile and sat up straight. She looked at me and pulled her tank top over her head. Her hug tits completely filled her bra and were spilling over the top of the cups. I told her I thought it was time for a new bra and she said that she was tired of buying new ones. She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra and let her big tits free.

I was hard as a rock before the bra even hit the floor. She looked down and noticed my cock in my shorts. She then asked what I wanted to do. I smiled but she said she wanted to have fun in a bed instead of all the other places we had fooled around before. I told her to grab her bra and shirt and to follow me. 

I walked upstairs and we went to the bedroom. As I walked in I pulled my t-shirt over my head and just as quickly dropped my shorts. She followed quickly by removing her shorts and thong. I climbed on the bed and got on my back. She was standing at the foot of the bed and thought about something. I said wait one minute and jumped up and grabbed my cell phone off the dresser. She asked what I was doing and I told her I wanted to add to my picture collection. She laughed. I was on my back again and took a picture of her standing naked at the foot of the bed. 

Amber slowly crawled up on the bed between my legs. She reached out and started stoking my cock. I snapped a picture. After a few minutes of stroking she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. I told her to look up at me and got a great picture of her with her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and her mouth full of the head of my cock. I took a great picture of that view. She sucked my cock slowly and played with my balls. After a few minutes she took my cock out of her mouth and started licking down my shaft to my balls. She worked my balls and then surprised me. I felt her tongue pull away from my balls and it went straight to my ass. She tongued my ass and stroked my cock and I was in heaven. After doing this for a while she started working her way up until she was lying on top of me looking me in the eye.

She asked if I would eat her pussy and I smiled and said hell yes. I started to roll her over but she stopped me. She got up in her knees, straddled my face and planted her pussy right in my mouth. She held the headboard while I buried my tongue in her pussy. After a few minutes she was grinding her hips and fucking my tongue. A short time later she was moving more abruptly and she started moaning and told me she was about to cum. I kept doing what I was doing and she soon bucked her hips and then slowly moved around while breathing deeply and moaning. She pulled back and slid back down my body. My face was covered with her pussy juice and she kissed me without hesitation. 

I rolled her over and got between her legs. I had the head of my cock lined up with her pussy and looked at her. She smiled and said fuck me. I didn't even try to be gentle. I slammed my cock right in her pussy and she moaned and took a deep breath. I went to work like an animal. I had both of her legs pulled up and held her so that I could continue pounding her pussy. She was going crazy and I just kept pumping away. 

After about ten minutes I told her I was going to cum. She started to say something but I told her I wanted to cum on her tits. She smiled and I slid up and put my cock between her tits and she squeezed them together for me. I started fucking her tits but I knew I was not going to last long. She was looking down at my cock between her tits and I stopped, reached down and grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I think I only managed 4 or 5 strokes and then I started shooting cum. The first shot landed all between her tits. I rocked back a little and then pumped out 4 more streams that covered her tits and even landed on her face.

I stayed there with my cock in my hand looking down at her covered with cum. I reached over, grabbed my cell phone and took a few pictures of her., the best was of her smiling with a cum on her face. I leaned down and kissed her and soon had cum on my face too but I didn't even care. 

I asked her if she wanted to take a shower and get cleaned up. She asked me if I was going to join her and I laughed and said you didn't really think you were going to get in there alone did you? She smile and said let's go.

More to come!!



More Sister Sharing



My sister, Debbie, is an attractive woman in her early thirties, nice tits and ass with a sexy smile. I learned that Debbie and her ex-husband, Chuck, had once swapped partners with some friends of theirs. Debbie enjoyed the sex, but really wasn't into swapping. Chuck on the other hand, had affairs with most of Debbie's female friends, plus some three-way action with me and our other brother, Dan. Debbie and Chuck divorced a few years ago due to his infidelity, and about a year ago, Debbie started dating and fucking a younger man named Dallas. Yea, "Debbie does Dallas"; she has heard that phrase from everyone. 

Anyway, one long three day weekend Scott and I invited Debbie and Dallas, and our big sister, Carol, and Carol's boyfriend, Cole, up to our cabin in the pines. Carol advised me that Cole had a fantasy of fucking all three sisters at the same time. I might agree to this, as I am a swinger; Debbie maybe, but Carol is not into that kind of sex. The first night at the cabin we played cards on the porch after dinner. Eventually the table discussion turned to sex, and Cole spoke up and related the previous night when he and Carol had visited Dallas and Debbie and soaked in Debbie's hot-tub. Cole joked to everyone about Debbie removing her top and sitting topless in the spa. Debbie was red in the face and extremely embarrassed in front of the group. 

Scott and I took the attention from poor Debbie and talked about going nude in her brother's spa with Debbie and Chuck and Dan and Susie, and it was no big deal. I then spoke up and reminded that each one of the gals had seen Scott naked. Susie in the spa, Carol had lived with us for a short time and had walked in on Scott several times, and we had invited Debbie up to the cabin previously, where she walked in to the bathroom while Scott exited from the shower. Debbie had to pee, so she sat on the toilet while Scott toweled off two feet away. She smiled while he displayed his cock to her, and then said, very nice. Scott told her if she saw anything she liked to just grab it. She then replied, eat me Scott. He told her to spread her legs anytime and he would oblige her. 

Next, I commented to the group that Scott and I practiced nudism and it didn't bother us to be nude in front of anyone. Carol then piped up and said, yea, Scott walks around the house naked all the time, and so does Donna. Donna has even gone topless in front her friends, and even the pool man. I could tell that Cole and Dallas were taking all this sex talk in and wanted to continue, but Carol spoke up and said we were all nasty. Carol and Cole slept in the spare bedroom in single beds, while Scott and I slept in the main bedroom. Debbie and Dallas slept on the fold-out couch in the living room. Around 12:30 a.m., I heard movement from the front room, so I sent Scott out to see what the motion was about. 

Debbie and Dallas were closing up the couch. Dallas said it was too hard on his back and that they would just sleep on the couch cushions, since it was a sectional. Scott stood there naked, as Dallas was naked also, his cock was semi erect. There was sufficient light coming from the kitchen night light for each of them to see the others nudity. Debbie apparently was standing in front of Scott facing away. She was only wearing a baggy sweatshirt, and it was obvious she was naked from the waist down. Scott was positive that Dallas and Debbie had been fucking on the sleeper, but since the mattress is only four inches thick, it was uncomfortable. 

Debbie bent over to pick up the couch cushions which they had thrown on the floor to fold up the sleeper. As she did, her sweatshirt rode up over her naked butt, her legs were parted to balance herself, and she clearly exposed her labia and pubic hairs between her thighs. Debbie has large thighs, but Scott said he could clearly catch the reflection of light across her pussy lips and the moisture and cum oozing out. He was now positive that they had been fucking. Scott looked over at Dallas and he just grinned, while Debbie remained bent over to retrieve another cushion. My husband raised his eyebrows at Dallas and he motioned Scott to approach Debbie. 

Scott walked up behind my sister and pushed his semi erection between her butt cheeks, grabbing her around her waist as she lifted up and then pushed his hands under her sweatshirt and cupped each breast. She froze at first, but then relaxed and just allowed him to hug her body against his. 

She then looked at Dallas' grin and said, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" 

Dallas then said, "Go ahead Scott, you know you want to!" 

Scott reached between Debbie's thighs, grabbed his cock, and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. Then he started to slip in and push himself forward. Debbie didn't stop him and took in a deep sigh, as he slid in her pussy to the hilt. It was somewhat awkward, as Debbie is only five feet tall, and Scott had to really bend his legs. He pushed her down to the floor on her hands and knees over the couch. Dallas then slid over in front of her on the couch and motioned for Debbie to suck on his cock while he watched Scott fuck her. I got up to look for Scott, as he hadn't return to bed. I secretly observed him fucking my sister, standing there naked in the shadows until Dallas observed me. 

Dallas said, "Busted!" 

But I walked over and said it's about time you two fucked, and got down between Dallas' legs and took over Debbie's blowjob. Dallas was impressed with my 36D breasts and started groping them. Debbie has smaller 34B size, and she never wears a bra except to work. Dallas later joined me in our bed while Scott continued to explore Debbie in the living room. The second time they fucked on the rug with a pillow under Debbie's butt. She let herself go, partially from all the beer consumption earlier and partially because Dallas had already gotten her hot earlier. Carol was snoring from the other bedroom and I assumed Cole was asleep also. The next morning after breakfast, Dallas, Debbie, and Carol wanted to take a walk in the woods. Cole hadn't showered yet, so he remained at the cabin. 

Scott and I did the breakfast dishes and made the beds. Cole walked out of the bathroom naked after toweling off and walked into the kitchen to get more coffee. He surprised me, and commented on what a fine body I have. He then confessed that he had snuck around the hallway the night before after hearing whispers and movement (the wooden floors creak). He had observed me lying on the bed with my legs spread wide, and a dark haired wide body man pumping me with his cock. He knew it wasn't Scott, so he assumed I was definitely a swinger. He said he always thought that I might be a swinger and commented on my huge breasts, saying he wished he could have been involved. 

Cole then said he wondered where Scott was at the time, since he wasn't with me. He then went down the hallway and stopped at the living room. He observed Scott between Debbie's legs down on the throw rug and watched him pump his cock into her pussy. He just assumed we were all a bunch of swingers, except for Carol. I then said that I knew of his fantasy, but that my sisters didn't share my openness on sex, not even Debbie. I said Debbie just got caught up in the moment. I said it was okay with me if Cole fucked me, if Scott didn't mind. Scott said okay, that he would be the lookout for the others return. The front blinds were open, and anyone could have seen the action if they were on the porch. 

I removed my clothes, already wet between my legs from the discussion and anticipation. Cole, already naked, jacked his cock until it was erect. He then leaned me over the couch and penetrated me from the rear, imitating Scott's fucking of Debbie the night before. Cole had a nice size cock, about eight inches like Scott's. He slowly pumped away in my pussy for about twenty minutes and he kneaded my breasts. Scott then spotted the others returning down the road about a block away. I told Cole he had a few minutes to finish. I then reached between my legs with my left hand and started milking Cole's balls. This is a common routine of mine when I want my partner to ejaculate. The others were getting closer to the drive-way, you could hear their voices now. 

Fortunately for us, Debbie and Carol stopped at the steps to smoke one last cigarette before entering the cabin. Suddenly, Cole started to grunt and groan and then his balls began to jerk. I moaned and felt his jism shooting up into my pussy to be deposited with Scott's and Dallas' semen. Cole's climax then triggered my orgasm and I started to cry-out. The others raised their heads while walking up the driveway. Cole finished his eruption and slipped out of my pussy. He ran to the bathroom and closed the door. I grabbed up my clothes and ran to the bedroom to get dressed. Although the room now wreaked of cum and sex smells, I assumed that Debbie and Dallas just wrote it off to the night before and never said anything. Carol either didn't notice or didn't want to comment. The others asked what I had cried out about. I quickly exited the bedroom, fully dressed again, and said I had been making the beds and spotted a large spider on the wall, that's all. 

I wasn't wearing panties, and apparently Cole's semen was oozing out of my pussy and plainly wetting the crotch of my white transparent shorts. Cole then exited the bathroom, barefoot in his jeans, towel in one hand and coffee cup in the other. He had a shitty expression on his face. I'm not so sure that Debbie and Dallas didn't see through it and think that Cole and Scott had just double penetrated me, but nobody said anything then. Carol was never the wiser. Debbie later pulled me aside and commented that cum was leaking out of my crotch and spotting my shorts. I guess she just assumed that it was still seeping from the night before with Dallas, as she never asked me about possibly having sex with Cole. 

The whole gang was staying through Monday, due to the holiday weekend. Carol, Debbie, and Dallas went for a walk again and Cole stayed in bed. After the three of them departed the cabin, Cole walked out with a raging hardon and announced he wanted to fuck me while I gave Scott a blowjob. Scott sat on the top of the couch so he could watch out the front window. I stripped off my clothes and kneeled on the couch cushions between his legs. Cole again penetrated me from behind. Apparently, the three walked quite a distance from the cabin and browsed around the neighborhood looking at cabins for sale. They were gone for over an hour, and Cole took every advantage of my body he could muster. The guys traded places twice and filled my holes with their semen. 

Cole and I continued to fuck occasionally, including one time in the parking lot outside a bar while the others were inside. Scott wasn't present that night; however, when I came home, he was lying on the couch waiting for me. I was carrying my sandals and only wearing a short sundress. My bra was stuffed into my purse and my hair was messed. I sat on the couch next to him and took his hand and stuck his fingers on my labia. It was swollen and wet, and he felt the sticky cum running down my inner thigh. I then told him about our fuck. We started fucking between the vehicles in the dark and then moved into the backseat of our SUV.

I'm hoping to repeat our session with Debbie and Dallas again, if we can find the opportunity, without other family around. I know Dallas would like Debbie to be uninhibited like her sister. We have sat with Debbie and Dallas since then in the spa, usually with Debbie only being topless while the three of us our naked. On one such occasion, Debbie got out of the spa to answer a phone call from an old highschool friend and was inside the house for some time. Dallas seized her absence to get in a little extra activity. He pulled me over to him and sat me between his legs in the spa. I could feel the gentle press of his penis in the crease of my backside. When his hands wandered from my back and began a tentative stroking at the sides of my breasts, I found it hard to protest.

His touch was soft and firm. I knew I wanted him. I opened myself to him mentally, and felt his erection lengthening against my backside as he pressed into me. With an unintelligible murmur I reached back and covered his bulge with my palm, rubbing him there. "Dallas... Dallas... should we?" I whispered.

His beautiful masculine voice responded soothingly, "Yes Donna, I want you very much."

His penis protruded across my back; long and throbbing, bobbing and weaving like a boxer. It's head flaring like a cobra's hood. As his hand dipped between my thighs, and his finger began to circle my clitoris, sending me on a maddening carousel ride. For an intoxicating hour we pleasured each other. He probed my pussy with one, two, and then three fingers, as I gently milked his testicles. I couldn't help but whimper piteously when I detected the warmth of his face between my legs. I die when a man sucks me! His tongue was magic. I opened completely, and climaxed heavily into his mouth. With the ecstasy of an orgasm washing through me, Dallas lowered me back into the water and positioned me on top of him. His muscular hairy chest crushed against my breasts as he reached down, working the large spongy head of his cock up and down in my slimy slit.

Like an express elevator to heaven he entered me. Women know the pleasure of a man who can make full penetration. Dallas's hard length burrowed to my cervix, nosing its way like a hungry animal for some forbidden meal deep inside me. His mouth covered mine, and we kissed timelessly, making out as my husband watched. In the end, we pulled apart and resumed our earlier seating positions. Neither of us wanted complications. As Debbie stood at the doorway, with Dallas' warm semen inside me, I kissed him lightly on the cheek, "see you later", I smiled. 

Once Dallas managed to convince Debbie to remove her bottoms while seated in the spa, but that's as far as it went; although I know they were fondling each other under the water while I sat on Scott's erection and slowly rocked us to climax. Debbie was getting more comfortable with open sexuality after allowing herself to let go during the moment. Finally, Dallas convinced her to play around with Scott in the spa while I rode on Dallas' cock and watched. However, Debbie insisted there would be no penetration. She climbed into the spa, turned around, and reclined in Scott's embrace with her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and, while tenderly kissing her neck, he began to caress her firm breasts. He kept pushing her tits together while peering over her shoulder into the cleavage.

I watched as he continued to knead and fondle her breasts while gently pinching one or both of her nipples. As he rolled them around between a thumb and forefinger, each nipple became larger and harder, like a big pencil eraser. (We three sisters all possess large nipples) I couldn't believe how far they stuck out! All of this was definitely having an effect on Debbie. She was flushed, and her breathing became faster. She busied herself by rubbing the Scott's legs and thighs with her hands. Every now and then, she would reach behind her. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but whatever it was made him moan repeatedly. I assumed that she was stroking or squeezing his cock.

After a few minutes, she leaned forward and Scott moved out from behind her. She lay back on the pillow and he positioned himself by her side. His level of arousal was extremely obvious now: his cock was red, rock-hard, and swollen with large distended veins standing out over the entire shaft. It was sticking straight up, and my sweet little sister reached for it as he sat down beside her. His left hand moved to her right breast, and they kissed tenderly. The open-mouth kissing started out gentle, but it became more impassioned as they continued to fondle each other. Occasionally Scott would break off and move his head down so he could suck her nipples. He would lick one nipple until it was long and hard, and then move to the other one. Also, he seemed to like pushing her boobs together and licking her cleavage; Debbie appeared to like it too!

Scott sat up and swung his left leg over my sister's waist. He moved up slightly and straddled her chest, then presented his erect cock to her, positioning it directly in front of Debbie's angelic face. Mentally placing myself in my husband's shoes, I knew that he wanted her to suck it. That's not what she did, however. Instead, she wrapped her long, feminine fingers around his shaft and stroked him softly. Every few minutes she would lean forward ever so slightly, open her mouth, and lick her lips. Each time she did this, she would gaze up at Scott and smile, but she would never complete the act. He was about to go crazy, and all three of us knew it. Of course, she was doing this on purpose.

Once, she paused, looked at his engorged penis and said, "Ahh, a nice hard cock!" 

His cock was hard, really hard. When she decided he'd had enough teasing, Debbie tenderly grabbed his cock down by the balls and directed the tip toward her waiting mouth. She licked off a glistening drop of pre-cum before kissing the end of his member with her soft, red lips. Parting those lips ever so slightly, she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. After a few short strokes, she took him as deeply as she could. Her lips bottomed out, leaving a lipstick ring around the base of his penis. He let out a sigh that sounded like the air being released from a balloon. Debbie began sucking enthusiastically, and Scott had to ask her to slow down a little. Abruptly, he pulled away. He was breathing rapidly, and obviously was close to cumming in her mouth.

Scott took my sister's head in his hands and kissed her passionately. As he began kissing his way down her body, he lifted her up on spa deck. She parted her legs and his face was soon buried in her pussy. Using his fingers, Scott gently spread the delicate inner lips of Debbie's pussy. Her stiff little clit was completely erect and sticking straight out. Her entire pussy was glowing deep red even in the dim light; she was obviously very wet. He began by licking her inner lips, gradually working his way down toward her asshole. He flicked it softly with his tongue, and then lightly traced around her entire 'rosebud', which made Debbie gasp! As he continued to lick her, Debbie's level of excitement increased. At first, she had her hands on his head, running them through his hair.

As she reached up to grab the spa cover behind her head with one hand, she began moving her hips up and down, fucking his face. She continued doing this faster and faster as he licked her slit. He was fucking my sister with his tongue! She was flushed and moaning continuously, rolling her head from side to side. Then both her hands were grabbing the spa deck, and she was humping his face so vigorously that her ass came completely off the edge with each thrust! All of a sudden, she froze and held her breath. Only a tiny, high-pitched squeak escaped from her throat. Her breathing resumed in ragged gasps punctuated by screams of pleasure, as she was wracked by wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy. 

Scott looked up and licked my sister's juices from his lips. After Debbie recovered a bit, she slid into the water onto her back. As Scott straddled her abdomen, my sister pushed her breasts together and purred, "Why don't you slip it between my tits now?" 

I thought to myself, "Today isn't the first time she has done this!" 

He stuck his slippery cock into her cleavage and began thrusting. The sights and sounds of him titty-fucking my cute little sister was all together too much for me. I quietly took Dallas' cock into my hand. There was no way I was going to watch this without getting off, and I had already leaked so much pre-cum that no lubricant was necessary for Dallas to enter me. It didn't take long (for either of us)! Scott's breathing quickened along with his thrusting. He grabbed the spa deck to steady himself as he fucked her gorgeous boobs. 




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Debbie urged him on: "You know that my boss would love to be where you are right now. The way he stares at my breasts all day; he is aching to stick his boner between them!" 

Scott became visibly flushed. She continued: "Fuck my big, soft titties! Go ahead and squirt your hot, sticky cum all over my face if you want!" 

With one final deep breath, he unloaded. The first spurt was so forceful that it landed near Debbie's left ear. Great gobs of warm semen pumped into her spectacular cleavage, and a few drops dribbled onto her nipples. As they separated, Debbie and Scott remained briefly connected by strands of his thick, ropy semen. I continued thrusting up and down on Dallas' shaft, and silently but energetically he shot his own hot, sticky load into my pussy. Scott kissed Debbie again, picked up a towel from the deck, and lovingly cleaned his sperm off her chest. They lingered in each other's arms for a few minutes.

I don't know if Debbie, Dallas, or Cole subscribe to Literotica, but Debbie you are a nice lady and apparently a great sex partner! Dallas, you are a lucky man and a good fuck! Cole, keep your fantasies up; for who knows, in a couple of years, you might get to enjoy two of those sisters!



More Slutty Wife Behaviour



I was recently involved in a nice sexy gang bang.

It was organized by my elder lover Frank, following a sexy discussion with me.

He placed an advert in a local newspaper advertising a lingerie party for men looking to buy gifts for their wives at Valentines.

He said in the advert that an evening of demonstrations of glamour wear could be organized within the comfort and privacy of their own home, for men looking to buy their wives and sweethearts something sexy.

Saving the men any trips to department stores and also allowing them the opportunity to physically see the goods displayed before buying them.

He had several replies and responses before settling on and organizing a night with a married guy called Dave.

It was agreed with Dave on the phone that a few male friends could be invited along as well. Frank ensuring that he asked for discretion and that the friends could all be vouched for and trusted. 

Dave duly organized for a further three of his workmates to attend. I beleive he worked in a local factory as some kind of department supervisor.

Frank and Mike added to my collection of lingerie sets by buying me a couple of new pairs of high heels, one black and one white, a new basque and suspender set, two pairs of new silk stockings and a matching bra and pantie set.

Having been terribly excited by the idea and been in a state of high arousal for the days leading up to the event, the night finally arrived.

We arrived at 730 pm on a Tuesday evening, Frank carrying a suitcase which contained my lingerie demonstration outfits.

Dave's home was in a well off area of Glasgow, a nice semi detached house, in a nice quiet estate.

We had decided to travel a little distance so that the chance of anyone knowing me or Frank would be diminished.

We were greeted at the door by a tall, distinguished man, about 35 yrs of age. Once inside we were shown into the living room and introduced to the other men present.

I had worn a smart business suit, black knee length skirt and white blouse with my new patent black high heels.

All the men seemed to be of an age, mid to late thirties or early forties.

All rather normal looking, with average bodies from what I could tell at first glance.

Frank was quickly offered a beer and I accepted a glass of wine. The guys had obviously had a couple of drinks already. We then chatted for a little bit.

The chat was very convivial with Frank answering questions over the nature of his little business.

He told them he could get cut price lingerie, panties, bras etc via contacts he had made having been in the trade for many years and now being retired. 

I was introduced as his model for the evening and a previous work colleague.

I noticed the admiring glances I was getting from all the men as we sat chatting and couldn't help crossing my legs a couple of times to give them a couple of teasing glimpses of my legs. 

I was aware of my ever dampening fanny, and of the more than interested looks I was already getting from these guys.

After the drink I was shown upstairs to one of the bedrooms to change whilst Frank engaged in some business patter.

I emerged after five minutes having changed into a white satin basque, white seamed stockings, white high heels and a tiny pair of see through white knickers. 

I had, as usual, shaved my pussy earlier in the evening, whilst fantasizing about what may happen.

My thoughts were drifting back to Mike, my husband and of how I adored him, yet loved being the 'unfaithful' slut wife at times too.

The conversation in the living room halted abruptly as I entered. 

There was an audible intake of breath as I paraded into the room, feeling increasingly turned on as I displayed myself in front of these total strangers. 

Frank played his part magnificently, continuing the sales patter brilliantly and remaining calm, cool and collected as I strutted around displaying myself and the lingerie.

I wantonly paraded around the room, then spying a dining chair I sat down spreading my legs slightly, giving them all a glimpse of my shaved pussy through the thin material of my knickers. 

I then engaged in some further posing as Frank talked about the material, the height of my heels and the see through nature of the gusset of my panties. 

I was now getting wetter and wetter at the whole experience and the fact that I was receiving some extremely admiring glances.

I bent over, touching my high heels, letting the guys get a great view of my arse and of my legs. 

I again then sat down, this time in one of the armchairs. Then once again I spread my legs, wider this time, and for much longer. 

The thin material of my panties was beginning to creep up my wet cunt hole and the see through gusset was showing signs of clear dampness.

With a final show twirl, I turned and made my way upstairs to change into the next lingerie set. My trembling legs barely supporting me, such was my state of sexual arousal.

My departure started some intense chatter between the men. I listened intently at the top of the stairs as the guys talked.

"Did you see the arse on that!" one of the men could be heard saying.

"See it! I'd love to fuck the arse of it!" came the crude reply.

"Aye right Pete you can get to the back of the queue, once you get started with that schlong of yours nobody else gets a look in!"

"I dinnae want to look in. I want to put my cock in," came the laughing response.

"Did you see her shaved gash! I'm sure I could see her lips as she spread her legs."

I moved into the bedroom to change again, my legs now feeling weaker and my cunt becoming extremely moist from the anticipation of events that may be about to unfold.

Frank later told me that as he continued with the sales pitch, Dave asked him how long he had known me, if I was a bit of a goer and if anyone had ever tried anything on with me at our old place of work.

He then asked if Frank had any idea if I would maybe be persuaded do more than just model for them.

Frank brazenly told them that despite my business exterior that I was 'a right tart.'

Adding that, "She had most of the office in the past as far as I know, her poor husband knows nothing of her reputation as being the office bike, this may be your lucky night guys."

I heard a loud, raucous cheer from the room as I made my way downstairs. 

I had decided to go the full hog and make it blatantly obvious I was a willing slut. A married slut gagging for a cocking.

I had put on a pair of the new black, silk seamed stockings, a black half cup bra, my tits now out on display for the men to view. A pair of incredibly high heels and another pair of this time, totally see through black lacy panties. 

My married, shaved cunt was now out on full display.

I calmly walked into the room, taking a sip of wine as I did so. As I paraded up and down, Frank continued giving more sales talk.

He keenly and in great detail, described the sheerness of my panties, making sure as I posed and pouted that the guys could be told in no uncertain terms as to the 'complete see through nature' of them.

'Letting the lady who wears them have her pussy and arse on full display at all times.' 

He was also taking time to mention the half cup bra which afforded the wearers, 'tits to be out for any fun that may be going to take place with your loved ones.' 

I eagerly posed in a varying amount of ways. Each time spreading my legs for that little bit longer and a little wider.

As I walked around I could hear the guys whispering to each other and was aware of the high levels of sexual tension now building up in the room.

I was then astonishingly pulled onto the lap of one of the guys. 

He quickly turned to me and planted a kiss on my lips. I eagerly responded, opening my mouth and darting my tongue in and out to give him a wet, sloppy snog. 

This is what I and Frank had hoped for, what I desperatley wanted and my cunt was now dripping with the anticipation.

This was greeted by wolf whistles and cheers. As I stood up, the guy beside Dave put his hands on my arse feeling me up through the sheer material of my knickers.

Within seconds a second pair of hands joined his and I was rapidly being relieved of them. The lacy material swishing down my stockinged legs and slipping easily off my high heeled feet.

A hand was immediatley placed between my by now widely spread legs and my pussy was quickly and roughly felt up.

"Fuck me her twats on fire," the guy exclaimed as he proudly showed his glistening finger to the others. 

I was finding the atmosphere and the dirty talk so arousing. I could see the guys leering at me and Frank grinning from ear to ear as he watched on. Bulges were now evident in the guys jeans and trousers, hard throbbing cocks straining to be unleashed.

I was very quickly relieved of my bra and this now left me in just the black, seamed silk stockings and the 'come fuck me' high heels.

Over the next couple of minutes I was passed around for a deliciously dirty, sexy snog session. Eagerly opening my mouth for the guys to kiss, nibble, deep french kiss and fondle me.

Events moved on at a pace. 

I was quickly carried over to the dining room table in the adjoining open plan room. I was then laid on my back, my legs splaying open to reveal my sopping wet lips of my dripping cunt. 

I was placed over hanging the table, my arse off the edge, just at the right height for a stand up fuck.

Two of the guys stood at my side, each taking hold of an ankle, keenly displayed in my patent high heels. They then moved ever so slightly apart, displaying my wet hole even further.

Dave was the first to move inbetween my legs, his trousers quickly dropped to his ankles, his shirt buttons undone to show of a nice, toned hairy chest. 

His cock was standing to attention, stiff as a flag pole. I felt his cock head nudge my wet lips, then slowly with a deliberate heave and a shove his full length speared up my quim. I let out a loud gasp as he fully plugged me.

"Oh yes!" I muttered. "Oh yes fuck me."

It was a very deep position. Dave commenced fucking me harder and deeper with each stroke. 

The guys had now raised my legs higher and wider, allowing their friend to fuck me. Pistoning into me at a rapid rate.

My cunt was making loud farting and squelching noises as I was fucked hard in front of my appreciative audience.

I moaned with utter delight. 

Frank was now joining the men in watching, them all unbuckling their belts and readying themselves for their go on me. To take their turn in fucking me like a cheap, bought whore.

These moans and groans were quickly stifled by one of the guys cocks. I was offered it to suck as Dave continued fucking me.

"That's it darling," he said to me. "Suck it you slut."

My mouth was bulging with the bulbous cock head of my attentive fuck partner. I slobbered on his tool, trying to take as much as I could into my eager whore mouth, all the while still receiving a steady humping from Dave.

I grasped onto the guys cock as he began to face fuck me violently, trying to guide it into me without it ramming all the way down my throat.

The sight of me taking a fucking must have been too much for him. I quickly found myself on the receiving end of a mouthful of hot, salty cum. His seed coating my throat and lips as spurt after spurt splattered into me.

"Oh darling, take it all," he encouraged me.

I did my best! 

Spilling only the smallest of drops of his sticky spunk load.

A small trickle was leaking onto the side of my face as he finished off his massive cumming.

This had the desired effect on Dave too. His cock began to twitch up me and I could feel his cum ejaculating hard up my soaking, dripping fuck hole.

"Spunk up me!" I lewdly urged him on. "Go on spunk up my cunt."

"Take it you filthy bitch," he spat at me as his cock unloaded his sticky goodness up my unfaithful pussy.

He then pulled out of me leaving my red, swollen pussy on display for the others. His seed began to leak out of me almost immediately, dripping onto the carpet from my puffy, pounded quim.

I was then placed onto my hands and knees on the floor to be taken doggy-style by the two other guys. One eagerly feeding his hard cock up my spunk drenched quim, the other feeding me his engorged prick to suck.

I was really pummelled for a good while in this position.

Receiving a good hard fuck from behind, meeting each thrust with a mouthful of hard cock at my head.

I garbled and gobbled. Telling the guys to fuck me harder to shag me and use me. My language becoming increasingly dirty and guttural as I got more and more turned on.

Frank and Dave watched on as I took the doggy style pounding. My stockings were now adrift from the matching suspender belt, one rolling down to my knee, the other laddered and torn but still struggling to stay up around my thigh. My tits swung wildly as I was ridden hard.

This is what I had come for, a good hard group fucking. To be used, abused and shagged silly.

My cunt leaked both Dave's spunk and my own cum juice. My second climax building up in me.

"I'm going to cum off," I told my two eager fuck buddies.

"Fuck me hard as I cum please," I screamed at them both.

Within seconds we all three came off. Me writhing to another intense orgasm, the guy behind me depositing his thick load deep into my womb. Seeding me well, mixing his spunk with that of Dave's load.

The guy at my head began spunking up as well, his cock now directly in front of me as he began to splash my face and swinging tits with his sticky goo.

"Oh fuck yes!" I begged. "Fucking cover me in cum you dirty bastard."

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as his spurts washed across my face, dripping off me and lashing onto my undulating tits as well.

His sticky streams coated me as we all enjoyed the amazing climaxes.

A cum drenched group climax.

On finishing off the guys admired their handy work. Me looking like a cum glazed slut.

In the ensuing minutes they admitted to twigging that something didn't quite add up. 

Frank confessed that he was my lover, telling the guys he had organized this in the hope of me getting a good seeing too. Once cleaned up, I rejoined them, sitting amidst them in the laddered and cum stained stockings and high heels, my bra and panties back on.

Our chat over a drink led to us telling them of my unfaithful behavior, and of Mikes knowing about me taking strangers at times.

The guys admitted that they hadn't been expecting a more mature model, especially one wearing a wedding ring. This is when they had hoped I may have been game for some fun.

The evening didn't end there. 

The finale saw me dressed in the final lingerie set, a red suspender set and matching panties. I was again fucked, licked and sucked all over the downstairs. In the living room on the settee, standing over the dining room table. In the kitchen, leaning against the sink.

Enjoying the attention of these four strangers again.

The finale saw me alternately sucking the guys off, Frank finally joining in this time. Then I was taken doggy-style again. Fucked on my hands and knees, the guys changing places. Moving from fucking me from behind to having me suck my cunt juice off their rock solid pricks whilst in front of me. This time in they all unloaded up my cunt or onto my swinging tits and face again.

My make up was now fully smeared from their combined love juice, my hair dishevelled, my cunt gaped, swollen, puffy and red raw from the cocks it had enjoyed. Their cum dripping and oozing out of my married whore hole.

I looked a far different sight from the business lady who had arrived so neatly dressed earlier.

I had enjoyed a thoroughly wicked and delicious night of fun. We gave a couple of the guys the pantie sets as a little gift, each of them saying they would get their wives and girlfriends to wear them, not knowing how they had enjoyed such a willing dirty slut in them already!



More Spanking Joy with Thomas



I am quite into the spanking scene now ever since Thomas initiated me. I thought at first it was gruesome, but because I love Thomas I was willing to concede to his kinky desires.

As a male I came out about a month before I met Thomas so being intimate with another guy was also a peak in my life. But I soon realised when we made love for the very first time my true sexual leaning, after many disasters with girls, having let them down badly at the crucial time when I failed to maintain an erection. The thought of having sex with a girl when I knew I would rather be having something put inside me was so confusing.

But Thomas has gladly put all that to rights and we do enjoyed a very healthy and simulating sex life together now that have moved in with him and am regularly awoken with the sizzling sensation of his warm mouth suckling me.

It is so very lovely and divine and a special treat to open my eyes and look down to see his head gently bobbing up and down as I feel the pull of his suction draw me in and then release.

When he pauses to see if I am awake he smiles knowing he has given me so much pleasure after I have a strong orgasm, no fears about not reaching a full erection now because I know Thomas is quite happy just to suck me off and enjoy all the other related pleasures a cock can give, I do love the things he does with mine and it is accepted that he is the giver and I am the taker.

Being the taker has been nice for me in many ways and now, going tom sleep without the feel of Thomas inside would be catastrophic, and then to have the added pleasure of him taking his regular oral pleasure in t morning is sublime.

But when he is in spanking mode I must be ready to serve him. Primarily that was difficult because it stung like wildfire and I was concerned that my butt would not adapt to the constant beating of hand, paddle, horse whip and cane and sometimes other implements like the sole of his leather sandals. It was all part of what Thomas aspired to on a particular day and accordingly I had to adapt, even though most times it stung at first as always it did, and I th0ought I would have to gingerly ask him to stop. But I could never ask him to do that when he was enjoying it so much. He simply loved to have me in tight jeans across his knee and sometimes the arm of the settee or the bed where he could indulge all his secret desire without hesitation.

Yes it did hurt like hell and I yelped often, He'd pause awhile and rub me up with some coconut oil or whatever to soften my bum and ease the pain into certain numbness so I could enjoy the result of the spankings withering a numbness creep over my hind. And sometimes, when he wished to spank and oral me before a sublime fuck, he would garnish me with Advocaat, sometimes brandy or cherry liqueur because he thought that brought out the flavour of me, especially when he had me dipping my cock into a glass of it when afterwards, he would frenzy me up with a deep throat suck. And that was just the start f it. What followed was a full exploration of my crack and blooms as he called my ass cheeks, his mouth and tongue doing overtime with the pleasure he derived from my fresh spanked, paddled, caned or whipped ass, which I felt was hot and plum red with a few ridges given off the lashes he served on me.

He garnished me with more Advocaat and it was lovely to feel it dripping down between my crack and over my fresh licked asshole which by then wanted his so strong and firm penetrating fuck inside. He really loved to go to town on me and spent time doing what he wanted to do, asking me to tie him off so he could save the best for later when he gave me that deep fuck.

One of the most pleasurable times I enjoy with Thomas when, as he is doing all those lovely things down below, I am able to take time devouring the taste and flavour of his cock crowing in my mouth, looking so pretty with the little red ribbon tied around at the girth, making it turn blood red as I take turns to lick and suck his p-hole and then his sturdy length right down to his balls and back again.

That is veer special because after the foreplay, when he has me suitably positioned for the ultimate fuck I am able to taste the taste of cock in my taste buds. My ass is still stinging but his fuck takes me in no uncertain terms and I know by then I am completely his and willing to let him do anything he wants with me.

After the session he leads me into the bathroom and gives me a flourishing lathering with his coal tar soap but not before donning me in my very tight, exceptionally tight red jeans, when I feel like I am being split in half at the crotch. He likes to see me soaked in them under the shower when he does all sorts of crazy things which I have learned to discover is Thomas.

It is beautiful to behold, Why not let him air his desires. I love and adore it. If he finds pleasure in peeing into my soaked jeans and having me do the same with him that is fine. It is not a thing which turns me on, I think they call it indulging in the sexual gratitude of golden rain. And yet, strangely with Thomas it was fine, It is really something to be reckoned with; the magnetism of sex and just to see his expressions and the endearing throat noises coming from him was so wondrous and special.

After the golden rain session he undid me again and enjoyed another very long helping of my cock, limp when he started but hard by the time he wanted to fuck me once again, this time over the bathroom sink, it was lovely and I came the same time as he did.

Afterwards he insisted in dressing me and before he had to leave for work, gave me a good sound slapping as his lips moulded to mine.

Perfect!



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"Wow," I moaned as I laid there, totally satisfied, unable to move.

"You said that a few times," he smiled as he trailed his fingers down my back and over my ass.

"Yeah, I know I did, thank you."

"You're welcome," he said as his fingers dipped down into the wet warmth between my legs.

"No way? Really?" I laughed as I laid there, worn out from the last hour we'd spent in and out of the hot tub. "You can't be serious, again? ALREADY? Damn." 

"What, can't keep up with me?" he teased.

"Apparently not, I am not sure I could move, much less, ooooh," I sighed, as I lost the thought running through my head as he dipped a finger inside of me, and rubbed my clit at the same time.

"Sure you aren't up for it?"

"Mmmm, I might be able to, maybe, mmm, if you keep doing that."

"You like that do you?"

"Just, OH WOW, umm, yeah, just a little bit. Damn you."

He rolled me over, and pulled me beneath him. I shivered with anticipation. I knew if I thought I'd been completely satisfied just a few minutes ago, I was in for a wilder ride yet. I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer, but he resisted, keeping control, keeping me guessing. He kissed his way down my body, stopping to nip at random spots of skin along the way. By the time he made it to the top of my thigh, I was writhing in pleasure. "Please," I moaned.

"Please what?"

"Please, stop teasing me, please fuck me."

"Hmmm, maybe in a minute," he smiled as he pushed my legs farther open and kissed my exposed inner thigh. I jumped as he lightly bit the tender flesh there, then soothingly kissed it, only to bite again. The pain and pleasure blended together, as he moved to the other leg to administer the same treatment. I arched my back off the bed, unable to be still as he teased me mercilessly. 

"Please, please I need, I need you," I pleaded.

"Out of patience already?" he said as he turned his head and slowly moved his tongue along my open pussy until he reached my clit. He nipped at it very lightly, but it was enough to cause me cum again. As the climax rocked my body, he moved up so quickly I had barely registered the movement when he lifted my hips and buried himself inside of me again. I don't know where one orgasm stopped and the next one began, I couldn't breath, couldn't move, only experience as my body shook from the pleasure. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked as he pushed into me, holding my hips still so that he controlled the movement.

"Oh, yes, yes, that's exactly what I want," I sighed as I slid my hands along his shoulders, digging my nails in when he would pull out of me almost completely, and then just as slowly push into me again. It was slow, exquisite torture. I wanted it to go on forever, but I wanted more at the same time. 

As always, he took great pleasure in torturing me, teasing me, pushing me until I begged for more. He held onto my hips and rolled so that I was sitting on top of him, never breaking contact. He smiled at me as I took control, riding him, at first as slowly as his movements had been, but before long, my impatience took over, and I sped my movements. I arched my back, and let my hands run along my body, up into my hair as everything else drifted into the background, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure I felt as I ground my body down onto his. I felt the contractions start deep inside of me as I kept moving, trying to ride the orgasm out, to make it last longer. As my muscles contracted, I felt him cum deep inside me, filling me, and I collapsed on top of him, resting my head on his chest. 

He ran his hand up and down my spine. I think it lulled me to sleep, or maybe I was so exhausted I couldn't help but drift off. A minute or thirty later, I'm not sure which, I felt him roll so that I was once again laying on the bed, with his body covering mine. I stretched my arms up above my head, totally sated and satisfied. "Mission accomplished," I sighed as I felt his body pressing into mine, pressing me into the bed. I groaned as he moved to get up. "No, don't move, that was nice."

He laughed as he moved to lay beside me, propped on one elbow looking down at me. "Sorry, but I have to go, not all of us can just take off for a couple days and enjoy all this. I've got to get back to work."

"No, call in sick, I know your boss, he'll buy it."

"Sadly, that won't work, maybe another time," he laughed.

"Maybe after work?"

"Maybe, rest up and we'll see. I don't think you could keep up with me in the shape you're in now."

"Mmmm, ok, I'll take a nap, you take a key to the room, and wake me up when you get here."

"Now that sounds like fun."

"I thought so." And I drifted back to sleep as he got dressed and gently pulled the door closed as he left, and slept the peaceful sleep of one very satisfied woman.

I was deep into the most amazing dream, as I stretched and bumped into something solid, only to open my eyes and to see I wasn't dreaming at all. "Back from work already?"

"It's been 4 hours."

"Hmm, you don't say." 

But that is for another day. Keep anticipation high. 



More Strip Poker with Kelly Monaco



A while ago, a friend and sometimes writing partner of mine teamed up with me in a strip poker game with Kelly Monaco. He is the best card mechanic I have ever seen or even heard of, and we got the sexy lady naked and had a great time in bed with her. A few days ago, she called me back and demanded a rematch with just me against her. 

"George, I think your friend, Slick, was cheating," she told me. 

"Really? What makes you think that?" I was totally aware he was cheating, but I don't think Kelly really minded all that much, since she had as much fun in the aftermath as we did. 

"Because sometimes you and he had cards I didn't deal to you." 

"Well, maybe you're right, but I don't know what we can do about it now." 

"You can give me a rematch. Just you; not Slick this time." 

"A rematch? When do you have in mind?" 

"July 14. That's National Nude Day, and I intend to get you bare-ass naked and then have my way with you, like you guys did with me." 

That sounded intriguing, especially that last part, because her way with me has always been making me eat her pussy and fucking, which is exactly what I would have wanted to do with her in the unlikely event I had ever won any of the honest games we played. 

"Okay, July 14. Do you want to come over here or would you rather I go to your place?" "You come over here. I don't entirely trust you not to have mirrors or some other cheating stuff around." 

We arranged a time and established the rules, and I got there promptly, partly because it is my nature and mostly because only a fool would be late for a date with a hotsy like Kelly Monaco, especially when their time together was likely to end in the sexual fun I expected to have with her. She met me at the door, and her affectionate kiss belied the rather harsh way she had spoken when our rematch was arranged. 

"Hi, George. I've got everything ready right here. I'm going to get you naked as a jaybird in eight hands, and then I'll decide what I want you to do for me." 

"Eight hands" seemed rather overconfident to me. I didn't really care which of us won, because I expected the result to be the same either way. I would have predicted her to be the winner, because she is a professional at strip poker, but I certainly didn't expect her to win that quickly. 

As we had agreed, each of us was wearing eight garments, including two shoes and two socks or stockings, and the loser of each hand would remove one of those garments. Apparently, she believed we would only play eight hands, and that she would win every one of them and have me naked while she was still fully clothed.

She reminded me, just in case I had forgotten. "Remember, whoever doesn't win the hand has to take of one thing, whichever he or she wants. Whoever gets naked first is the loser and has to do what the other wants in my bed."

We walked to where the game would be played. It was in a small room next to her bedroom, and I glanced in there on the way. The light was on, and I could see the bed was made with just a single sheet, I assumed it would be clean, and some pillows. This was the same arrangement we had at every game until then, and I expected the result to be the same as all except the most recent of them had been. 

There was a table with four chairs, two for us to sit on and two that would be used by us to hang up the clothing we removed. A box that had its tax seal intact and contained a brand new deck of cards was in the center of the table. Kelly opened it, dumped out the cards, discarded the joker and began to shuffle expertly. Apparently, she wanted to deal the first hand, which I didn't care about one way or the other. 

Until I picked up the cards, that is. I had one of the worst hands I had ever seen, with nothing higher than a nine, and I was about to throw the cards into the middle of the table, when my opponent beat me to it. She laid her hand on the table face up, and her highest was an eight. 

Somehow I had managed to win that hand and, when she saw what I had, Kelly stood up, removed her blouse, and hung it on the chair beside her. When she sat back down, I admired her big, luscious breasts, which were still supported by her bra, and the warm expanse of soft tan skin that had become visible. My poker opponent is one of the most beautiful women I know, which certainly seems reasonable. A woman doesn't get to be Playboy's Playmate of the Month without being a beauty. It was my turn to deal, so I picked up the cards and shuffled them clumsily, while Kelly watched me with disdain. 

This time I had a pair of fours, and I wasn't going to throw them in without seeing what her hand was. She had two jacks, meaning she had won the hand so I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and hung it on the chair that was there for that purpose. Kelly picked up the cards again, shuffled and looked at me before dealing them out. 

"I'm going to get you this time, George. You're going down!" 

Going down on her seemed like a great idea, but I decided against mentioning that. Once again, she dealt the cards with easy flicks of her wrists and, when I picked up my hand, I had a pair of tens. I wanted to see her cards before I showed mine, so I waited for her to lay her cards on the table. She was waiting for me also, so I decided to go first, and let her see my tens. 

"Well, you win again," she said, and showed me her pair of fives. 

I expected her to remove a shoe, but Kelly surprised me. She grinned impishly, reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. After hanging it on the chair while her arm was covering her nipples, she turned to face me, moved her arm out of the way, and shook her truly gorgeous breasts. 

As I said, I was surprised at her choice of what piece of clothing to take off, but I was certainly not going to say anything that might make her change her mind, because every time she moved after removing her bra, those lovely tan globes with their dark brown nipples swung and swayed and bounced enticingly. 

The game, such as it was, continued. That pair of tens that had earned me the sight of those luscious breasts was the best hand I had. Kelly wasn't doing any better than I was and, after we had each dealt seven times, it was her turn to deal again. I was wearing only my jockey shorts and she was down to no more than her panties. On the previous hand, which I had won, she had stood up to remove her jeans, and I had seen clearly what that last garment was like.

It was very tight and sheer, and I had been treated to the sight of a pale camel toe, visible through the fabric. I was really hoping to win the next hand, which would be the last, so I could again feast my eyes on Kelly's beautiful, naked body and retire to her bed where I would claim the rewards of my victory. 

I picked up my cards and stared at them. Only once before in my life had I ever seen a royal flush, and that had been on the previous occasion when we were cheating Kelly, but that was what I held in my hands. I had the ten through the ace of clubs but, before I could lay the cards down on the table and watch the sexy lady strip off her panties, she beat me to it. 

"Read 'em and weep, George," she announced, and placed her cards on the table facing me. 

That was the third time I had seen a royal flush, and hers was in hearts. The odds against one such hand are immense; the chances of two at the same time in a two-handed game have probably never been calculated. I thought she had very likely been cheating, but I didn't say anything, because my hand was tied with hers, and it had to be the last hand of the game. 

"What do we do now?" I asked. 

"You know the rules. You didn't win, so you have to stand up and take off your underwear."

"Okay, but you didn't win either." 

"Well, then, we'll both have to take off our underwear." 

Kelly was grinning as she said that and, when she stood up, I could see and smell why. The crotch of her panties was wet with a stain that was spreading, and I could detect the delectable fragrance of her pussy lubricating. She placed her thumbs in the waistband of her last garment and waited for me to do the same with my shorts. 

I stood up to take them off, and had difficulty, because my cock was hard and I had to work the elastic around it. When I finally did, we both pushed the last article of clothing down, and they slid down our legs to the floor. We stood looking and smiling at each other's naked bodies. 

"Do you know what this means?" Kelly asked. "Now we'll have to go into the bedroom and neither of us can have their way with the other in bed, or we'll both have to." 

"I don't think we'll have much of a problem," I assured her. I'm sure we can figure out something so sometimes you can have your way and sometimes I can have mine." 

We started working on that idea right away. She came around to the side of the table; we embraced and shared a kiss, with our tongues also saying hello, and walked into the bedroom. Kelly jumped onto the bed and lay with her legs wide apart and a pillow under head as she waited for me to join her.

"I know what I want first, if it's alright with you." 

I was sure I knew what she wanted, and it was more than just alright. I lay beside her and kissed her all over her very pretty face, before trailing kisses down her cheek and throat. She made no objection, which meant I must have been doing what she wanted, and I knew it was my first choice too. She gave me a very strong hint as to what she wanted next by cupping her hands under her breasts so they were presented to me. 

It was an offer I could not refuse. I leaned over her body and started licking the first nipple I came to, and found it was as erect as my cock. I could actually feel the tiny ridges and the pebbly texture of the areola, and I caressed her there with my tongue until she moved her body to present the other breast to my eager mouth. I had no problem letting her decide which or those adorable nubbins I should lick next, because they were both divine. 

Her nipples felt better and better to my tongue as I switched between them, until I drew one of the luscious orbs between my lips and started sucking on it. The soft, smooth flesh felt even better as my lips formed a seal and my mouth worked like a bellows while my tongue continued to lick the rigid nipple. 

Once again, Kelly moved her body to direct me as to which of the gorgeous mounds I should suck and lick, and I was more than happy to comply. She was cooing blissfully by then, and her body was squirming under me. The small amount of her juice that had stained her panties had been joined by a steady stream, and the aroma was urging me to go lower on her body. 

She had the same thought. "Time to go lower," she told me, pushing gently on my shoulder. 

Eagerly, I kissed and licked my way down her soft belly until I reached her Mount of Venus, at which time I got off the bed, got back on at the foot and walked on my knees until I was between her spread legs. Kelly had picked up a pillow and she handed it to me and raised her ass from the bed so I could slip it under her to bring her pussy to the perfect eating height. With that ready, she raised her legs; I ducked under them and she placed the backs of her knees on my shoulders. 

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and leaned forward until my hands met on her mons, bringing my face to within inches of her delightful pussy. The scent had been enticing from a few feet away; from up close it was intoxicating. Some of the juices had spattered onto the insides of her thighs, and I began by licking off those drops, which tasted even more delectable than they smelled. From there, my tongue started on Kelly's crotch, sluicing off the nectar that was trickling from the lovely pink hole that was producing it. 

By the time I finished that, Kelly's pussy was squirming under my face and her blissful cooing was louder. I started licking one of her outer lips, my tongue starting below that same lovely hole and traveling slowly upward. Her black pubic hair was something of a nuisance, but it didn't bother me enough to keep me from reveling in what I was doing. My tongue caressed her slowly, covering the entire area many times over, until I reached the same soft, tan mount, which I kissed.

Moving quickly, I brought my mouth back down to the adorable pink hole that was the source of her delicious juices and devoured everything that had just been produced. From there, I started on the other outer lip, treating this one the same way and moving just as slowly. As my tongue meandered its way up the lip, the movements of Kelly's pussy went from squirming to writhing, and her cooing evolved to moans of delight. 

I was glad she was enjoying what I was doing, because it made eating her pussy much more fun for me. Once again, I kissed her mons when I reached that point but, this time, I raised my head to see what effect my ministrations were having. 

As much fun as I was deriving from eating Kelly's pussy, she seemed to be getting even more. Her sexy body was writhing on the bed and her head, with eyes closed and her lips parted in a blissful smile, was tossing from side to side on her pillow. Her soft moans also told me what a great time my tongue was giving her. I smiled too, but inwardly, and my mouth returned to that same delectable pink hole. As I make a habit of doing, I devoured all the freshest nectar before starting to lick between an inner and an outer lip. 

I began by licking the small, very sensitive area separating the origins of the lips, lapping gently with just the tip of my tongue and, from there, I started caressing Kelly between her labia. When I reached the point where they are close together, I canted my head to slip my tongue into the small seam. As I always do, I reveled in licking this part of her pussy, where my tongue was in contact with the slickness of the outer lip and the spongy texture of the inner one, which was swollen with her arousal. Kelly's movements became stronger, and her pussy started fucking up into my face, while her legs were opening and closing like a pair of scissors. 

She let me know verbally what she liked too. "Uh! Uh!" she whimpered in the same tempo as the movements of her pussy. "Oh, god, George, that feels so good. "Keep eating me like that!" 

I had no intentions of stopping. My tongue continued its slow journey to the end of Kelly's inner lip, where it joins the lip from the other side to form her clit hood. I raised my head briefly to observe her further responses, and was elated to see that precious morsel had almost pushed its way out from its protection. I must have looked too long, because Kelly let me know, in no uncertain terms, what my proper function was at that time. 

"Don't stop!" she demanded. "Keep eating my pussy until I cum!" 

Regardless of who won or didn't lose our strip poker game, I didn't want too many delays either. I moved my mouth back down to where it belonged and, after feasting on the pool of fresh juices her pussy had produced, my tongue started probing the other inner and outer lips. As she grew more excited, her hips started swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs out and back beside my face like a pair of beautiful pistons. 

I treated this second pair of lips as I had the first, licking just as slowly and thoroughly as I had the first pair. By the time I reached the end of this inner lip, Kelly's whole succulent body was thrashing around on the bed, and her pussy was ramming up against me so strongly, it seemed as if she were trying to wrap herself around my face. I stopped when I reached that point and once again surveyed her responses. She was in a high state of arousal but, judging from the many times I had eaten her pussy before, not yet at her peak. 

I brought my mouth back below her beautiful pink hole and devoured the juices she had secreted before starting to ease my tongue into the bottom edge of the place that had produced them. As I thrust my tongue back and forth, tiny drops of the nectar flicked out to please my taste buds. I started up one side of that dripping hole, with my tongue exploring gently under her inner lip, before crossing to the other side. 

Slowly, moving ever closer to her clit, I switched my tongue back and forth, dipping into the bubbling pink cauldron of nectar until I reached the top edge and started to poke my tongue into the small area that is between Kelly's dripping pink hole and the sweetest of her sweet spots. 

Without raising my face from what I was doing, I peeked up at her clit, and was very happy at what I saw. The little cutie was so engorged from her excitement it had pushed its way completely out from its protective hood and resembled a lovely pink pearl. Just as important, the muscles in Kelly's thighs had rotated slightly outward, fully presenting her pussy to me. I knew she had reached the apex of her sexual excitement, and the moment in time had arrived to bring her to her first orgasm of our day together.

I moved slightly higher to engulf her clit and, clamping my lips at the base, I started sucking. My tongue was active too, caressing the sides and top of the engorged morsel. Kelly's movements became wilder than ever, and her whimpering and sobbing were in the same tempo as the working of my mouth and the thrusts of her pussy against me. Abruptly, she cried out in joy as she started cumming. 

Her thighs tightly gripped the sides of my head, and her hands went to the back to press my face even more snugly against her pussy. Kelly's sounds of unmitigated joy continued as her legs oscillated wildly, while her luscious ass bounced up and down on the bed. I clung tightly to her thighs and kept my mouth clamped on her clit and continued with the sucking and the licking as I immensely enjoyed the wild ride. For almost five of some of the most glorious minutes of my life, she continued cumming. 

Kelly cried out ecstatically and incoherently as she climaxed, her back arching and her pussy ramming against my face for the final time. After her orgasm, she seemed to melt into the mattress like a beautiful tan and pink puddle. Her legs remained draped over my shoulders, and I moved back and then forward so I could feast on the delectable juices she had just produced. I licked them all from her legs, belly, crotch and lips, but not from the pink hole that had just produced them. Although that nectar would have been the most delicious of all, it would be needed as a natural lubrication, because I knew the next thing we would both want to do was fuck. 

After relishing all the nectar I would allow myself, I returned to the other room where I had left my pants, took a condom out of the pocket and rolled it into place. When I saw Kelly again, she was still lying flat on her back, her arms out at her sides and a big smile on her face. Her eyes were open and, when she saw my cock encased in latex, her smile became more lascivious. She struggled to a sitting position and beckoned to me to join her. 

"I think it's your turn to have your way with me, George, and I can see what you want to do. But I hope it's okay with you if I get on top." 

It was more than okay; it was fantastic. Kelly is a rather small woman, except for her big, gorgeous breasts, and my favorite way to fuck somebody with a figure like hers is to have her on top. It can be the Cowgirl position, with her bouncing up and down or Female Superior, with her lying atop me while I caress her voluptuous body; either way is much more than okay with me. 

"Oh, okay. I guess that'd be alright." I was playing it cool, but I know I didn't fool Kelly, and I didn't really want to. 

She rolled over to the side of the bed and I lay down where she had been. After checking my condom, Kelly swung one leg over me so she was straddling my legs and walked on her knees until her pussy was directly above my cock. I reached down and held it upright so she would easily be able to impale her pussy the way I knew she would want to do. She held her lips apart, moved her body farther until contact was mad and waited there. I swished the tip of my cock around in her wetness to spread the natural lubrication, of which there was so much some was running down the shaft and soaking into my pubic hair. 




More Submission to Sasha



Sasha led me to the hotel suite bedroom.  When we approached the doorway, we stopped and began kissing.  She lay one hand on my shoulder and the other on my crotch.  Her kiss and touch made me rock hard.  She stopped kissing me and informed me that this was where she was going to fuck me.

“This is the bed that I’m going to fuck you in.  Does that turn you on?”

A simple yes seemed too obvious an answer for such a hot question, but it was all that I could muster.  She had now slipped her hand inside my pants and was massaging my dick.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

I was so turned on; I became euphoric.  She unzipped my pants with her other hand, and I removed my pants and underwear.  Sasha grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and grinded her body against my cock.  She then grasped my neck and throat with one hand very tightly as she unbuttoned my shirt with the other.

“You are going to do whatever I say; do you understand?” she asked.

I nodded yes.  She clenched my throat even tighter.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

She removed my shirt.

“I am going to fuck you all night long.  Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Louder!”

“I want you to fuck me!”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes.”

Say it!”

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

Sasha walked behind me and began to caress my cock again.  I could feel her breath on the back of my neck and her body pressing up against mine.  As she stroked my cock with her left hand, she placed her index and middle finger of her right hand into my mouth.  As I licked her fingers, she licked the back of my neck and then began biting it.

Without warning, she removed her wet fingers from my mouth and slowly placed them in my ass.  I had never felt like that before.  I was so excited.  She began to jerk me off while she was fingering my ass.  I was completely naked, yet she was fully clothed.  Sasha was in control.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like that?”

“Oh, yes.”

I tried as hard as I could not to cum, but she was exciting me at a whole new level.  I shot all over Sasha’s hand and onto the floor.  As I stood there in wonder, Sasha retrieved my belt from my pants, which lay on the floor.

“Put your arms behind your back.”

I did.  She wrapped my leather belt around both my wrists and tightened the belt to where I could not move.

“Lay on the floor.”

I was in an awkward position, but I did as she said.  I couldn’t imagine what else she would to me.  I just wanted more and more.  As I lay on the floor, she began lighting candles about the room.  She turned off the lights, but I could see her in the candlelights.

She was wearing an innocently short summer dress with fishnet hose and black heels.  She put on some sexy music and showed me a bottle of champagne and strawberries and chocolate.  She danced in front of me and felt herself while she did.  She then stood over me and danced.  I could see that her fishnet hose stopped at her thighs and were fastened to garters that led straight to heaven.  Sasha then began a strip tease.

I couldn’t do anything but lie there and watch.  She removed her dress and threw it across the room.  She then removed her bra.  I was yearning to touch her.  She then placed her right heel on my chest and danced up and down.  She danced over my body and would tease me by bending over with her beautiful ass in my face and her long dark hair in my crotch.  She spanked her own ass.

I was harder than I had ever been before.  Slowly she removed her heels.  She slowly pulled off her fishnet hose and then she was completely nude.  She continued to dance to the music.

She opened the champagne and would place her index finger in and out of the bottle, then lick them.  She poured champagne on her breasts and wiped it off with her fingers.  She placed her fingers in my mouth.  I sucked them just as I wanted her to suck my cock.

Sasha then stood over me and poured champagne down her leg.  She placed her toes in my mouth and I licked them as the champagne came cascading down her leg over her toes and into my mouth.  

We looked into each other’s eyes.  She was getting off on controlling me, and I was getting off on being controlled.  As she continued to pour slowly, and as I continued to lick her toes, she began dipping strawberries in chocolate.  She strattled me and began to lick the chocolate off of the strawberries.  She bit into them and the juice laced her lips.  Sasha would tease me with the strawberries by placing them close to my mouth, and just as I would try to bite it, she would pull it away.

“Don’t be so greedy.  Do you like being tied up?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to stick that big raging hard-on inside of me?”

“God, yes.”

“Are you going to make me scream?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Say it.”

“I’m going to stick my big cock inside you.”

“Yeah, what else?”

“And I’m going to make you scream.”

“Am I going to beg you to stop?”

“Yeah.  I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to beg me to stop.”

“Ooh, I’m getting hot just thinking about that.”

“Me, too.”

“Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?”

“You know I do.”

“If I let you go, are you going to fuck me in the ass?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to lick it first?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to bend me over and shove your dick in my ass?”

“I’m going to lick it; then I’m going to fuck it.”

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself.  What makes you think I am going to let you go?”

“Oh, you want to let me go.  You can’t wait to have your ass fucked.”

“Really?  Are you going to do it?  Are you going to fuck my ass good?”

“Yeah.  I’m going to fuck you so good.”

“Ooh.  Well, maybe I don’t want to be fucked right now.  Maybe I want to fuck you.  How would you like that, huh?  Why don’t I just find my big black cock and fuck you with it?”

“Huh?”

“That’s right.  That’s what I feel like doing right now.  I think I’ll bend you over and fuck you right up your ass.  Get up!”

I had been duped.  I was so ready to penetrate Sasha’s perfect ass, but it appeared as if it was going to be me who was going to be fucked.  Sasha led me over to the bed and unbuckled my hands.  She slowly strapped on a belt with a long black dildo attached.  I couldn’t believe she was serious.

“Bend over,” she commanded.  “Do it!”

I bent over the mattress with my back turned to her.  Sasha began to lick my ass and finger it as she had done before.  I was in a state of wonderment.

Slowly, she began inserting her cock inside my ass.  I clutched the bedsheets.  Very slowly, in and out, she began to fuck me.  As my ass got wetter and wetter, she fucked me a little harder.  Her cock felt so good.  The pain released all of the endorphins in my brain that controlled my ecstasy.  I was euphoric.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sasha asked.

I couldn’t speak.  As she continued fucking me, she spanked my ass.

“Oh, yeah.  You like being fucked by a woman, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Say it!”

“No, don’t stop.”

“Louder!”

“Don’t’ stop.  Just fuck me.  I love it when you fuck me.”

Sasha would pull my hair, scratch my back, and spank me at different intervals as she took me.  We were both sweating; our bodies were wet with sex.  In and out she pumped.  I cried out in ecstasy as she pulled my hair harder and pumped my ass faster.

She was like a machine.

“Yeah,” she said.  “You are a good fuck.  I love watching my cock pound your sexy white ass. Uh.  Take that cock.  Uh.”

“Oh, God, Sasha,”  I cried.  “I love it.  I’ll do anything for you.”

“You’re damn right you will, slut,” she exclaimed.  Her fingernails, which were clutching my ass cheeks, released, and she removed her long black cock from my ass.  “Turn over,” she ordered.

I laid on my back on the floor.

“Get your god damn legs up in the air.  I want to fuck your ass some more.”

I bent my knees and raised my legs.  Sasha stood over me and looked deep into my eyes.  I looked away only briefly to see her black phallus with my own juices staring me in the face.

“Isn’t it gorgeous,” she said as she rubbed her hand down the shaft.  She crouched over my exposed ass, and she used both hands to drive the cock straight down into my ass.  As she imbedded the dildo deep into my ass and sat on me, she grabbed my cock, which was now hers.  She looked as if she really had a cock.  Sasha grabbed my cock and aimed it down towards my face.  A small drop of pre-cum dropped, as if in slow motion, onto my cheek.  I could not move, nor did I want to.

“Ooooh.  My cock is so hard,” she said as she began jacking it.  “Do you like my cock?”

“Yes, “ I screamed as the dildo was lodged in me.  

“Do you love my cock,” she asked calmly.

“Yes.”

“Say it.

“I love your cock, Sasha.”

“Do you want me to cum for you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to cum on your face?”

“Yes, please.  Please cum on my face, Sasha.”

“Beg me for it,” she said sternly as she pumped my ass, licked her lips, and grasped my long firm cock.

“Please cum on my face, Sasha.”

“Do you want to taste my cum?  Do you want me to cum right in your mouth?”

“Oh, God yes.”  I lifted my head up to try my best to suck HER cock.  My mouth wouldn’t quite reach the head of her cock, but I was oh, so close.

“Oooh.  You want that cum so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to let you have it.  I’m going to make my cock cum all over you.  Do you want it.”

The pressure of the dildo brought tears to my eyes.  “Yes,” I sobbed.  I looked straight into the eyes of her cock, and as I focused in on it, I felt a warm rush jolt through my body.  I opened my mouth wide so I could accept all of Sasha’s cum.  The hot white liquid gushed into my mouth, onto my tongue, and deep into my throat.  

“Take it, bitch,” she said as she jacked her cock.  “Swallow that cum like a good little slut.”

Her cock kept injecting me with cum.  As my mouth filled, she wiggled my cock around in a slow revolution so the remaining cum would splash my face.

I could not believe being fucked by a woman would be so erotic.  Sasha was far from through with me.

From behind the bed, Sasha grabbed her fishnet stockings and tied my hands to the bedposts.

“Are you ready to fuck my pussy?”

“Not yet,” I said.

“What?”

“I want to eat it.”

“Oh, you want to eat it?  Well, that can be arranged.”

Sasha stood over me, then got on her knees and smothered my face with her pussy.  I finally got to taste the hottest pussy I had ever tasted.  I wanted it so bad.  She ground her cunt into my mouth, and I tongued her forever.  She began to really get off on my tongue.

“Oh, my God!  Yes!”

Sasha’s thighs squeezed my face.  Her muscles were taut.  My face could not escape this wonderful jail.  She began to ride my face up and down, back and forth.

“Oh, yes.  Oh, my God!”

Sasha clutched the cast iron bedposts and rode and rode and rode.

“I think I’m going to cum.  Oh, fuck.  I’m going to cum all over your face.”

I licked harder and harder.  I wanted her orgasm.

“Oh, yes!  Oh, fuck!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Oh, lick it!  Lick it!  Yes!  Eat it!  Eat that pussy!  You like it don’t you?  Ahhhhhhhh!”

Sasha’s wetness covered my face.  She came all over my face and I loved it.  She wanted even more.  She turned around and placed her ass in my face.  I was helpless.

“Lick my ass.  Lick it, now!”

I began to lick her beautiful ass.  I raised my head up into her ass and ran my tongue inside both of her cheeks.  Sasha sat comfortably on my face and caressed herself while running her fingers thorough her hair.  This happened for a long time until she decided she wanted to dominate me even more.

“Get on all fours,” she said as she untied me.

I did as she said and as I did, she placed the stockings in my mouth.  She then got a riding crop and slapped my ass.

“I want you to scream when I hit your ass.  And whatever you do, don’t spit out my stockings.  I want to hear your muffled screams in my stockings.”

Sasha hit my ass hard with the riding crop.  When I didn’t scream, she hit me harder.

“Scream, I said.”

I let out a shriek as the blows stung my ass.  She was not only controlling me physically.  She was controlling me mentally.

“Call out my name.”

I did.

“Louder.”

I yelled Sasha’s name louder.

“Say my name louder and tell me that you want to fuck me!”

“Sasha, I want to fuck you,” I screamed.

“Louder God Damn It!”

“I want to fuck you, Sasha!”

“That’s it.  Now, I’m going to remove this gag, and you are going to fuck me.  Do you understand?”

She spanked me.  I said, “Yes, I understand.”

“You are going to yell my name as you fuck me.  Yell it!”

“Sasha!”

“Say you want to fuck me.”

“ I want to fuck you so bad.”

Sasha lay down on the bed, and I immediately swooped down on top of her and entered her.   I had never fucked someone for so long and so hard before.  I slowed down and she got up off the bed.  I sat on the edge of the bed and she strattled me.  She began riding my cock feverishly.

“Say my name.”

“Oh, fuck me, Sasha.  You are the best.  Ride that cock.”

The sweat on us both was incredibly sexy.  I picked Sasha up.  I stood up and held Sasha by her ass as she continued to fuck me in the strattled position.  We looked into each other’s eyes as our lips locked.  We both got more and more excited.

“Oh, yes,” we both screamed.

Together, we exclaimed, “Oh, my God!”

Sasha said, “I’m going to cum.  I’m going to cum all over your cock.  Uh, uh, ahh, ahh!”

Sasha came all over my cock.  At that same moment, I exploded deep inside of her.  We both screamed and moaned.  When we were both empty, I lay backwards on the bed with her on top of me.  We were both exhausted.  We both grinned as we realized Sasha’s dominant role-playing and my submission.  We were the perfect team.  Actually, we were both in control the whole time.  As we dozed off to sleep, I had Sasha in my arms.  Good night, my shugah.



More Surprises



Her sight taken from her by the black scarf allows her other senses to be heightened. Almost a whole new world is opened to her. her ears detecting even the softness of a single breath that He breaths. Her skin feels electrified and anticipating even the slightest touch. Even the fabric of her short skirt sends waves of tingling sensations through her body. She anticipates His touch, knowing that it will almost be too much to handle. 

The noise from the road seems to be dulled to her, all she can focus on is Him. He continues to drive and guide her off into some unknown direction and destination. She is both excited and scared at the same time, wondering what might become of this night. His hand comes to rest gently on the bare skin of her thigh, sending wave after wave of titalating pleasure into her. A soft, almost inaudible, moan escapes from her lips. She is comforted by His touch. His fingers glide over her silky skin, swirling and twirling about her flesh. The shock of His first touch subsiding, she maintains her composure on the outside, but inside she is screaming for more.

The engine of the car purrs as they come to a stop. He exits the car quickly and closes the door behind him. She can hear His footsteps as He walks around the car. Her anticipation almost overwhelming her, she reaches for the blindfold. Not wanting to be sequestered from the world of sight, she begins to pull the blindfold off. "Nobody told you that you can take that off." He growls at her although muffled by the glass. Her hands quickly fall to her side, no wanting to incur His wrath. 

She can hear the car door swing open and feels the warmth of His hand on hers. He guides her out of the car and up a couple of steps. He stops and she can hear a key jingling as He pulls it from His pocket. She hears Him as the key enters a lock and a door swings open. He takes her hand again and guides her into a room. The room is warm and comforting from the chill of the night air. She hears the door shut. She is guided further into the room when He suddenly stops her. 

The soft, yet coarse fibers of the rope is the next sensation she feels. Wrapping her wrists together, securely but not overly tight. He guides her arms upward and attaches the rope to something. She can not tell to what she is anchored to. The blindfold still securely in place, but she can feel the warmth of the lamp shining down it's golden light onto her soft skin. Her nostrils are filled with the scent of leather and of His cologne as He leans towards her ear. "You are going to be a good girl and do exactly what I say." he states. 

She can sense His face travelling down her body, as if kneeling before her. "Lift your leg," he says, almost barking out the command. Her leg slowly comes off the floor and she can feel His hands take hold of her high heel shoe and slip it off of her foot. His hand guides her foot back to the floor. His hands take hold of her other leg, gently lifting it. Her shoe slides off and He guides her foot back to the floor. Surpised, she feels the cool softness of the leather straps as He pulls them up her legs. Still holding the leather in His hands, He gently lifts the short skirt up. Exposing her soft naked ass and her flower to Him.

A shock runs over her body when she feels the jellied tip of the dildo entering her vagina, almost forcefully. The leather straps pulled over her hips and tighted to keep the dildo in place. The soft dildo fills up her hungry vagina, the movements of her body causing wiggling waves on the dildo inside her. Her attention is drawn to this sensation, feeling stronger than anything she has felt before. Her body aches for more.

A sudden cracking sound and the stinging sensation on her ass snaps her back to reality. She can instantly feel her skin radiating the stinging heat. The knotted leather of His flogger strikes across her ass again, leaving lines of redness. The pain causes her whole body to shake, which in turn causes the dildo in her pussy quiver. The dildo giving her pleasure with each painful flogging by Him. To make matters worse, His hand grasps her body. His palm placed against the end of the dildo, pushing it deeper into her. 

Moans freely escaping her lips as He alternates between palming her vagina and flogging her ass. The redness begining to glow off of her ass. Her body almost lost in a world of extreme pleasure and pain. Her mind twirls as He speaks to her. "You want more, don't you?" Through her moans an almost inaudible "yes" escapes her lips as her head nods in agreement. 

She feels His hand reaching up her shirt. His palm rubs against her bra-covered nipple, already hardened by the pleasure coursing through her body. He drags His fingers across her chest to her other nipple. Sufficiently satisfied by what He feels, He slips his hand from under her shirt. She feels the cold knife blade against her skin, near the neck line of her shirt. With a flick of His wrist, her shirt begins to open for Him. His knife dragging down the fabric, tearing and ripping it apart. The shreds of fabric sliding down her body, exposing her bra to His eyes. 

She feels the warmth of His lips upon her neck. He gently swirls His tongue on her neck before sucking it into His mouth. He nibbles lightly at her flesh in His mouth. His palm grabs hold of the dildo again and pushes it inside of her. A wave of pleasure crashes down on her as He continues to nibble on her neck and rub her vagina. He breaks His lips away from her body and slips the tip of the knife between her breasts, just under the cloth of her bra. With a quick tug, the cloth seperates and releases her breasts from the confines of the elastic and fabric. He cuts the rest of the bra from her body, letting the pieces fall to the floor. He takes a step back, to gaze upon the beauty that stands before Him.

She stands almost naked before Him, her skirt pulled up around her waist. Exposing her ass, her vagina filled with the jelly dildo straped in place by the leather harness. Her nipples projecting from her supple breasts, begging for attention. He softly glides over and she can hear him reaching for something. The sound of a small chain being dragged off of a wood table fills her ears. The sudden sting of the clamp on her left nipple sends her reeling back, almost frightened. The pain subsides a little, but is still constant enough to remind her that she is in His control. The right nipple springs up with the same pain, the second clamp in place. 

She feels the weight of the chain hanging off of each nipple, guessing that her nipples are chained together. She can feel the vibration of the chain as it is pulled downward by His hand. Not hard, but enough to send another shock of pain through her nipples. She can feel Him tying the chain to the end of the dildo that begins to wiggle inside her again. The pleasure intermixed with pain captures her entire body. He gently tugs on the chain upward to pull the dildo down inside of her. Again a wave of pleasure flashes over her, the pain disappearing for a brief moment. The pleasure is all she can feel when He pulls the chain upwards. 

She can hear Him move about her again, to standing to one side of her. Crack! The flogger strikes across her ass again. Bringing forth new red lines upon the old ones. Her body quivers at the pain as a moan escapes her. The dildo wiggling inside her helps quell the pain with pleasure. She can feel His hand reach between her legs and grab hold of the dildo and chain. A quick downward tug springs a flash of pain to her nipples. His hand shoving more of the dildo into her. 

He continues this alternating process of flogging, yanking and pushing. Showing her wave after wave of pleasure and pain. Her body releases her most primal juices onto His hand, still firmly placed onto the dildo. He shifts the position of the dildo inside of her with a twist of His wrist. Now, it strikes against her G-spot. Sending a wave of almost pure orgasm over her body, He gently kisses the side of her neck. 

She can almost feel His grin as He continues to show her all the world's pleasure, and all the world's pain. She loses herself in this onslaught of alternating waves. As if drowning in a sea, each wave hits her. Sending more pleasure and pain over her body. His wrist flicks and the orgasm springs forth from her. Surprising her, she cums harder than she has ever cummed before. The orgasm sending her head into a whole new realm of spiritualization. She no longer can feel the pain of the nipple clamps, or the sting of His flogger onto her ass. 

The orgasm subsides, her knees buckle. The only thing keeping her up is her wrists bound to a beam. With a quick slash, He cuts the rope and catchs her in His arms. He carries her to the bed and lays her down. He softly kisses her lips just before sliding the blindfold off of her eyes. Nipple clamps and dildo still firmly in place, her arms come up to wrap around Him. A grin almost permanently affixed to her face, she is totally His. 

He grins and says, "I do hope you enjoyed that. But if you didn't, I videotaped it all for you to see again and again." A devilish grin creeps across His face as He points towards the video camera. Her orgasm sapping all her strength, all she can say is "good" before slipping into a deep slumber. A perfect end to a perfect evening. 



More Surprises



Before you read this you need to read "surprise" the first part of this tale.

*

I was sitting in the kitchen with my first coffee of the day reflecting on the events of the previous night. It was like a dream, but my throbbing pussy was testament to the fact that it had happened. I still found it hard to believe that my husband and son had schemed together to help me realise my wildest fantasy. To be fucked by more than one man and to make one of the other men my son realised another dark fantasy. 

I have always had something of a submissive streak and the way I was taken last night played to that side of my personality. My husband, Dave had always been aware that once I was turned on I was very willing to give in to him and his whims, but he had never really taken advantage of it however, the way he planned and executed things last night showed that perhaps his mind and active imagination was more powerful and maybe that planning was his strong point, but it had never shown itself so graphically before.

The way my husband took subtle control surprised me, and offering to share me with Paul; my son was both astounding and very exciting. I wondered though how they would be this morning in the cold light of day, now that the lust of the moment had passed. I was also nervous about that as well and wondered just how I would react. For sure I found the prospect deliciously exciting. When my son called me their little fucktoy I shuddered and even now my tummy got butterflies with anticipation of what might happen if they went through with their proposals. Just how would they share me I wondered, and apart from the obvious what would be expected of me?

I heard some movement and mumbling drifting down from upstairs so I started to make a pot of tea for them, a short while later I saw Paul enter the kitchen; he was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist and he was grinning from ear to ear.

"How are you this morning," he asked 

How should I react I thought, should I show him that I was OK and happy with what had occurred or should I be contrite and ask for his forgiveness for letting myself go in such a debased way.

"Just fine, thank you," I answered returning his smile.

I was standing at the worktop pouring his cup of tea; he came behind me and held my waist putting his arms around me and hugging me to him. He had never greeted me like this before and again I felt those butterflies in my tummy.

"Did you like your birthday surprise last night, it certainly looked like you did?" he asked me

I know I blushed a bright shade of pink and I cast my eyes down a little, I was not sure how to reply. "Not bashful are you," he asked, "that's different to last night you were really wild then and it certainly looked like you enjoyed having those three cocks pleasuring you, but at the same time you looked beautiful it was great to see you enjoying yourself and looking so happy," He added.

I turned and looked into his eyes, I was still feeling a little unsure and embarrassed at admitting a thing like that to my son, I blushed again.

"You know I loved it," I whispered in his ear.

He turned me to face him and kissed me on the lips, not a mother son sort of kiss; it was passionate with his tongue sweeping over my lips trying to gain entry into my mouth. I was taken a little off guard I did not expect this quite so soon. I felt his hand gently cup my breast and start to me massage it, gently running the palm of his hand over my nipples. I sighed, as the lovely sensations seemed to run from my nipples down to my pussy. I returned his kiss our mouths locked together with our tongues dancing in each other's mouth. He continued his teasing as he pulled and rubbed my nipples, he nibbled and blew into my ear and kissed the nape of my neck. 

"You know that Dad and I were serious last night about sharing you. The question is are you still happy to be our little fuck toy?"

I did not expect him to be so forthright; I had assumed this conversation would come from my husband. I felt myself tingle with excitement at his statement. But I did want to answer, not before I had spoken with my husband just to make sure he was still happy with this new arrangement, I was worried about offending his male pride, Men can be so fragile at times and I did not want to upset him. I looked up at him and smiled, but I remained silent.

"Come on Mum admit it," he whispered. "You loved having those three cocks didn't you?"

I merely nodded, I was to afraid of what might happen and how far I might go with him if I told him just how much I did love it.

"Dad has told me what a dirty slut you can be in the bedroom," he whispered as he tweaked my nipples making me shiver." He told me how you tend to be submissive and last night you were a little submissive weren't you?" 

My mind was spinning everything he was saying was true; I was starting to get turned on and him telling me what a slut was last night made the memories of those cocks dominating me flit through my mind, making my pussy tingle. I did want some more wild sex like I got last night I had loved every single second of it. I felt myself weakening as he kissed me and played with my tits. His hand slipped down to my pussy and started to rub it gently his fingers softly stroking the lips. 

""Open your legs a bit mum," he asked. 

I kept my legs closed not wanting to give in to my building desires, I desperately needed to see Dave first, but his fingers were teasing me and I felt my pussy starting to get wet. He put his mouth next to my ear and whispered.

"You were certainly looked and acted like a dirty bitch last night as you sucked on my cock and then willingly let all three of us fuck you. Now come on admit that you would like some more of that."

He was still trying to ease my thighs apart his fingers pushing and stroking seeking out my sensitive spots it was starting to feel so good and I knew that if he kept up this pressure I would soon be surrendering to his advances. I kissed him more passionately as I felt him press his hard cock against my thigh it felt so big and hard. 

"Come on my little sub, open your legs a little for me, let me make you feel good, you know that you want to. Your just aching to have me caresses your cunt." Him using that word to me only served to add to my lust.

"You just long to feel my cock throbbing in your hands. You know you want to be the dirty bitch you were last night, come on baby let me push my fingers into your wet pussy, why don't you just stoke and wank my young hard cock I know that want to don't you do? " He said as he squeezed my bottom pulling me onto his cock.

I started to give in to his firm persuasive voice I felt my nipples stiffen and my pussy twitch as his words penetrated my mind. It was like he could read my thoughts; see the turmoil that his teasing was causing me. I started to give in to my basic urges and my more primitive instincts, and then when he called me his little sub my heart missed a beat and my tummy jumped.

"Oh God Paul please don't I shouldn't not until I have spoken with Dad," I whined as I opened my legs for him. 

"That's it baby I can see that you want this," he whispered as his fingers slipped into my weeping pussy. " You love it don't you, you want to be a slut for me to feel my cock in you?"

I sighed deeply and nodded I loved feeling his fingers pushing into my cunt and hearing his dirty words. He knew now that he was succeeding and that I was giving in to him, yet he kept up his dirty talk teasing and exciting me still more. I made no effort to stop him as he opened my robe and slipped it off of my shoulders leaving me standing naked before him in my own kitchen. He ran his fingers sticky with my juice softly up and down my body from my tits slowly down across my tummy and so slowly between my slick cunt lips, stroking my clit and dipping again into my moist opening.

He undid the towel that was around his waist and let it fall to the floor leaving him naked as well I could feel the heat from his cock as he pushed it against my thigh. My pussy was quivering and my heart was beating furiously.

"Look Mum look down and see how hard my cock is for you, you want it don't you?"

I looked down and saw his cock hard and throbbing, he was slowly fisting it running his hand up and down its length, as I watched him my chest was pounding and my nipples ached with delight and excitement. 

"Tell me you love this, admit to me that you love my cock that you want it to hold and to have it. To feel it's hardness dominating you as it fills and pleases you. Tell me now that you want me to fuck you."

"Oh God Paul," I whispered. 

He guided my hand onto his prick and I felt its heat and its hardness, I instinctively squeezed it and I shivered as I felt it twitching in my hand

"Tell me you love my cock," he urged me.

I could not resist him and his seduction any longer, I was as turned on as I have ever been, I could feel my love juice dripping from my pussy onto my thigh, my nipples were so hard they were almost painful. I took a firmer grip on his cock and slowly rubbed it, it felt so very good and I knew in this moment that I had surrendered to him; I needed his cock in me and wanted him to dominate me with it.

"God Paul I do love your cock it's so hard and so big and beautiful, I need it I want to hold it, and to have it filling me" I croaked my mouth dry with excitement.

"That's a good girl, you know you want me to fuck you and for us to share you, deep down you are a slut," "Tell me you are a slut," he whispered" 

My breathing was shallow, my hands sweaty and his fingers in my cunt fucking me so teasingly slowly was driving me mad.

"I am a dirty slut and I want to be a fucktoy," I told him. 

He smiled at me, a smile of victory I thought he had won me over, seduced me with his firmness, dirty words and skilful fingers he knew now that I was his.

"I know that you are a dad's slut and that wont change, but now you will need to adapt because I want you to be a slut for me as well, to be submissive to me to allowing, me as well as Dad to control you I want you to give me unrestricted access to your body whenever I want it."

I looked into his eyes where I could see his lust, but more than that I could see his love for me and my heart went out to him, I loved him so much and I wanted him to take me. Despite him being my son it seemed natural to give him this physical love people may not understand, but I didn't care anymore. Over his shoulder I spotted some movement and I froze as I saw Dave leaning against the door watching and listening to us, how long he had been there I did not know, but I was suddenly nervous. He smiled at me and blew me a kiss he nodded his head indicating that he was neither annoyed nor surprised. I subsequently found out that they had planned this upstairs and arranged for Paul to come down first to see how I was feeling after last night and to sort of test the waters to see if I was still in the same frame of mind as then.

I stroked his cock slowly as I gathered my courage; I was trembling with lust and excitement I knew it was a big step for us all; it was a life changing moment.

"Paul I love you so much, just as I do your father and I will do anything for you, I want you to take me, to control me. I want to be a slut for you, your personal slut and fuck toy. I give you my mind and my body I will refuse you nothing and I promise to obey you at all times."

Paul kissed me a big smile on his face, "I love you to mum," then with a chuckle added, "my little slut."

Dave came and joined us he took me in his arms and hugged me gently kissing my face and squeezing my bottom. Proving to me that he was indeed happy and not angry. I returned his tender kisses. 

"This is up to you baby, I am your wife, your woman and if this is what you want of course I will happily go along with it." I whispered tactfully to my husband. 

I looked up at him to see he was smiling broadly; his eyes sparkled with mischief and lust, his face-radiated contentment and I knew I had made the correct decision

I felt a little shiver of excitement course through my body; I was not sure if it was the thought of being a shared woman and looking after two men sexually or being called a slut, but whatever it was it felt nice. It seemed that the dye was cast, I was happy that I had willingly surrendered to my two men.

"I am so happy that you have seen it this way and deep down I know that you want this as much as we do. I know that you are happy with this new arrangement as well, I also know you will cope easily and happily with two lovers." He said with a chuckle.

He smiled again then poured himself a cup of tea; he took it to the table and sat down as if giving Paul and I some space. I looked at my husband and smiled warmly. 

"Why do you want this Dave, why are you so keen on me letting Paul have me?"

He was pensive and quiet for a second or two, and then looked up at me with a serious face.

"I know you are a very sexy lady and that you love sex, as I am getting older I am a little concerned that I may leave you needing more." I tried to interrupt, but he carried on. "I had seen the way Paul looked at you, and noticed how he had tried to look up your skirt and such things and I also saw the excitement in your eyes whenever he did and I know you sometimes sat so as he could see more easily. I just knew that he thought you were a hot sexy woman."

"Dave you know I love you, you will always be enough for me." I whispered sincerely.

With a smile he added, "I know you do, but as I get older my performance will diminish, that's a fact of life and rather than see you have an affair with a stranger I spoke to Paul. After his initial shock and after much discussion he admitted he fancied you like mad so I devised our little birthday surprise for you."

I went and kissed him and hugged him to me I felt a great love for him, his selflessness and concern for me was a wonderful demonstration of his love for me and that showed in his eyes.

"Oh Dave I love you so much," I told him.

"So you are happy with the arrangements then, to be a shared woman, a slut for us both and will you be as dirty and naughty for Paul as you has always been in the bedroom for me?"

Kissing him again I whispered. "Yes, yes of course I am happy, but only if you are really sure that you want this." "I do, I really do," he confirmed eagerly.

Paul came and sat on a chair he opened his legs wide his cock sticking up proudly, I stared at it hardly believing that I was now his woman as well, my heart skipped a beat as I thought about all the times we would be spending together. He looked up at me and grinned.

"Come and worship your new cock, show me how much you love it, prove your submission to me you slut, show your husband just how much of a submissive slut you are going to be for me" he said with a firm voice.

I dropped onto my knees between his legs and grasped his cock gently; I kissed the tip and ran my tongue up and down it sucking his balls gently into my mouth. I was in heaven I have always loved sucking cock and to be doing it in front of my husband made it so much better and exciting. I took his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around its head trying to get as much of it in as possible I gagged a little when I felt it nudge the back of my throat. I raised my eyes up to look at his face and taking his cock out I started to wank him.

"My god you are such a great cock sucker and you look so beautifully slutty on your knees with a cock in your mouth." Paul whispered. 

"Paul I just love your cock, I will always worship and pleasure it. I will always revere and honour it, I want you to dominate me with it."

He smiled at me took his cock holding it at the base then slapped my face twice with it on either cheek. It shocked and surprised me and it stung some, but I found it incredibly exciting, like he was starting to dominate me with it. God I have never been so turned on, he was hitting all the right buttons and I started to revel in my submission to him and his growing dominance of me. My pussy was screaming for relief and I was getting wild with lust. He pulled me up and sat me on his lap.

"Ride my cock fuck me you horny bitch," he said.

I lowered myself on to his throbbing cock and I gasped as I felt it nudging my opening and as I lowered myself fully onto it I felt my inner muscles stretching to accommodate this new and very welcome invader.

I glanced at Dave he had his cock in his hands and was grinning as if he had won the lottery.

"That's it Paul she is ours now, our whore to be fucked on demand. Now fuck her good show her you're the boss."

His words added to my lust my mind was spinning as I listened to Dave talking and the feel of this big cock in my cunt. I was in a frenzy as I fucked my son lifting my arse then slamming back down on it. God it felt so good and so right. He lifted me up and laid me on the table and started to fuck me hard and fast, Dave pushed his cock into my mouth and I sucked it in greedily.

"Oh god that's it Paul fuck me it feels so good, master me with your cock you dirty motherfucker, fuck your whore mother." I panted. 

He was holding me securely as he fucked me and I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusting cock. Dave started to cum and I swallowed the first jet then he pulled out and covered my face with his jetting spunk, it sent me over the top and I had a wild orgasm. There were lights before my eyes my body twitched and jerked and I screamed as my son continued to fuck me through it.

"Paul this is how it was meant to be, you fucking me like this, I know that I was put here to love you in this way. I love you so much I want you to love me like this forever," I babbled

"I want you to always want to be in me, fucking me making love to me. I want you to fuck me so as I become yours, your loving slut. I want to be your whore your dirty whore," I almost screamed as my orgasm took me higher.

He was grinning as he fucked me and I could see the beads of sweat trickling down his face, oh how I loved him.

"I want you and Dad to use me, abuse me, take me whenever, wherever and anyway you want to, I want you both to master, to me mould me into the sort of slut you want me to be. Even hurt me I don't care the pain will remind me how much we love each other. Make me your dirty willing fucktoy baby." 

Paul pushed deeper into me as he started to cum, I felt his hot spunk splashing inside me filling me and coating my inside with his lovely cum. I hugged him close to me as I felt his cock jerking and spitting inside of me. When he had finished ejaculating he cuddled me and stayed in me for a couple of minute. I started to relax and I basked in the pleasure of having this great cock in me and wallowed in the delight of a wonderful orgasm.

He pulled out and I felt suddenly so empty and I moaned at the loss. I could feel our mingled juices starting to decant from my well-fucked and gaping pussy, but I did not care it felt wonderful.

"Come on you little whore suck his cock for him," said my husband.

For some obscure and inexplicable reason it thrilled me being called a whore by my husband, my submissive streak must really be coming to the fore I thought.

"Yes sir," I replied to Dave, I have never called him sir before and he cocked an eyebrow when I did.

I went to Paul and took his slowly wilting cock gently into my mouth and started to suck it, I tasted his spunk and my juice on it as it filled my mouth so beautifully. He eased me up and kissed me turning me to face his father, my face was covered in his cum and I had Paul's spunk dripping from my pussy I must have looked a real mess.

Dave chuckled, "she looks like a real slut now, covered in our spunk, she is our little cum bucket," he teased.




More Surprises at the Resort



Hi. My name is Tina. I am 41 years old and have been married to my current husband since I was 28. I have 2 boys from a previous marriage ages 21 and 17. This is my second story ever to be put on line. I will say now that I am sorry if my choices offend some of you. Just to paint an accurate picture, I am 5'2" tall and weigh 135 pounds- not fat really but not skinny. I still wear a 2 piece to swim and I look great in jeans. I am a brunette and yes, I color it a bit now. 

My hair is generally worn straight and it goes just past my shoulders but I will wear it up or in a pony on occasion. My eyes are brown. I am Italian but more fair skinned than you might think. I have D cup boobs (which usually get me into these kinds of situations) but they have seen some wear with 2 kids and gravity. I had liposuction done 6 years ago. I have a flat tummy and good shaped thighs and butt – although I have added about 10 pounds since. I need to work on that. 

I work full time in an office and my husband is in sales with a good income and lots of travel. I go whenever I can get off work and when he goes someplace good now that the boys are older. He goes on fishing and hunting trips with his friends a few times a year. I go with my friends a few times a year for a long weekend and one trip to Mexico for a week – just the girls for a week of shopping, drinking, sun, and more shopping and drinking. We have made it an annual even now and go to wherever we can find a good deal on an all-inclusive resort. Let me say here that I am no prude. I enjoy many sexual activities but being a mom and a bit older, I don't usually talk about them with people and there are a few fantasies I keep to myself. I do enjoy reading the explicit stories on line and imagining myself there but some of them go a bit too far. Also after 13 years of marriage, our bedroom activity has slowed a bit but not too much.

In my first story, I explained my discovery of my submissive side and the guys we met in Mexico. This story explains the rest of the week I had after that first drunk and wild night. The next day, I slept well past noon with my head and body aching from rough fun and way too many margaritas. 

I finally made my way to the chairs at the pool at 1:30 PM where my girlfriend was waiting with a big cheesy grin. She knew I had fun last night but she did not know everything. We ordered some food and chatted but I was not about to tell her the details. She only knew I was very bad and went to a guy's room –and returned to our room at 5:00 AM. 

Later that afternoon, I was feeling better and the free margaritas began to flow. That's what you do at an all-inclusive resort. Eat, drink, sleep, and start over the next day. Suddenly, I saw a shadow and turned to see the guy approaching that I spent the last night with. I had mixed feelings. He was a beautiful young man and very sexy but I felt a little scared and betrayed by his actions the night before. I decided to put that night behind me and move on with my life. I could live with myself for having only one night of drunk passion.

"Good Morning Sunshine" he said as he pulled up a chaise lounge chair and sat facing us. I said hello distantly and looked away. He asked, "What's the matter? Aren't you happy to see me?"

I replied, "It was very fun last night, and disturbing at the same time. Thank you for everything but I need to put that behind me now and move on. I am a married woman and need to remember that. You understand I hope,"

He said he did and with a long face he walked away slowly. My fiend asked what happened and I said I really did not want to discuss it so we ordered more drinks and laid back in the sun. About 10 minutes later, I felt a shadow again and looked up. He was standing above me, blocking the sun and grinning from ear to ear.

He said, "I have something to show you." He handed me my drivers license and said, "this must have fallen out of your purse. I wrote down your home address in case I ever get to the Chicago area." 

I snatched it from him and said, "please don't joke around. You know I am married and we cannot see each other any more. Please don't ever call or show up in Chicago."

He sat down then, still smiling and pulled some papers out of his pocket and unfolded them. He said, "I printed these on the hotel computer this morning. Sorry for the poor quality but at home I can print them on photo paper." He handed them to me and I was paralyzed when I saw 2 photos of me laying naked with my legs apart and smiling on his bed from last night. I did not remember a camera but I was so lost in passion, I probably missed a lot more than that. I sat there, speechless and he then said, "it would be a shame for the wrong person to ever see these." And then said, "so what time will you be over tonight? 7:00 or 8:00? We have a big night planned." I was still stunned when he said, "Oh I have your passport too. I picked it this morning but it is in a drawer somewhere. I'll find it and give it back to you when you come over."

I finally regained enough composure to speak and said, "I will be there at 8:00 if you promise to never tell my husband a thing."

He laughed out loud and said, "Of course I won't tell him. See you tonight sweety." He turned and walked away, looking over his shoulder saying, "wear something sexy for me."

Alice just stared at me. I said, "I have no choice. What have I gotten myself into?" She apologized too for taunting me into this last night. I said, "Don't worry. I did this to myself. It's not your fault." I ordered another drink and laid back in my chair to contemplate my mess.

I showered and dressed sexy for an early dinner with Alice. I told her I was sorry but she was on her own that night. She joked and said that maybe she could find a nice muscle man to play with too. I said, "Don't joke about that. You don't know what they are like."

"They?" She said, "who is they?" 

I broke down and told that both of the guys were in the room last night and that I really did not want to talk more. She just smiled, understanding. We finished dinner and I headed for cottage 1022. At 8:00 sharp I knocked on the door, wearing a strapless blue dress and high heels. My hair was up in a more formal style. I wanted to look my best. I did not wear any jewelry so I would not have to worry about losing anything. 

John opened the door wearing a Hawaiian shirt, baggy shorts and sandals. His muscles showed through even the baggiest clothes. He was smiling as he asked me in where I saw his friend Mike sitting at the small table filled with liquor bottles, mixers, and an ice bucket. Can I offer you a drink?" he asked.

I said, "yes and make it strong."

They both laughed and John said not to worry. "We won't hurt you."

I asked for my passport back and he said he would find it later. He then sat down in the only other chair by Mike, leaving me standing. As Mike mixed my drink, they both stared at me with elevator eyes, looking up and down the length of my body. 

John said, "let your hair down Tina. You look like you are going to a ball." I reached up slowly and unpinned my hair, letting fall to my shoulders. I shook my head a few times to give my hair a wild look.

"Is this better? I asked. They both smiled and nodded as Mike handed me a big glass of mostly tequila and I think some lime and orange juice. I slammed about half of it and set the glass on the table. 

As I stepped back, John said, "take your dress off Tina." Well that didn't take long, I thought to myself. I reached back and unhooked my clasp and pulled my zipper down. Ever so slowly, I pulled my dress down exposing by breasts, my belly and my tiny thong. As my dress hit the floor, I just kicked it aside as the two men just stared at my chest.

"Now your thong," he said. I did as I was told. Somehow, I enjoyed taking orders and doing as he wished, even if I was feeling tremendously guilty for being here and scared what might be coming next. Last night, I was loaded beyond belief. Tonight, I was buzzed but I knew exactly what I was doing. My logical side still had some control telling me to grab my dress and run. But I knew I could not. I knew I had to see this through. He had my address and photos of me. I was going to comply.

I stood there nude I front of two leering men – beautiful, young, well built men. I felt ashamed but excited at the same time. "Turn around slowly," one of them said. I slowly turned letting them view my entire nudity. I felt it happening again, I was already slipping into a dream state, not paying attention to them but focusing on my own desires and fantasies. I did not even notice who spoke to me. 

"Kick off your shoes," one said. "They are very sexy but you won't be needing them." I bent over and unfastened both straps to step out. John got up and walked toward me, cupping my breasts in his hands and kissing me. "Now lay on the bed," he instructed. I complied and situated myself in the middle with my head on a pillow and my arms at my sides. Mike got up and walked over. Both men were still completely clothed, looking down at my naked body on one of their beds. Mike opened a travel bag and pulled out a large coil of white rope. 

I snapped back to reality and bolted upright. John pushed me back down and held me pinned with a big hand on my chest applying pressure. He said, "Don't worry. We won't hurt you. This is just a game we like to play." I objected but they were insistent. I knew I was not going to win. Mike cut several lengths of rope and began tying my wrists and ankles. He pulled my wrists tightly to the upper corners of the bed. I don't know what he tied them to but he was reaching under the bed. He pulled my feet very hard pulling my body against my wrist restraints. 

He and John then each took a rope attached to my ankles and spread my legs as far as they would go---and then a little more than that until I whimpered. They tied them off and stood to admire their handy work. I had never been tied before and I was so exposed, so vulnerable, so helpless. I knew they were going to take their pleasure with me but this was unexpected and scary. 

I begged them not to hurt me and they just laughed and toasted each other before downing their cocktails. I watched as they both took off their clothes. Their bodies were fabulous and the hard penises were more beautiful than last night. Where my husband has a hard one that is only kind of hard and sticks out and down. Both of these guys were big and they pointed straight up. They were beyond hard. But I was still scared and helpless. John took out a camera and started snapping photos. I knew I was in for more trouble but there was noting I could do now.

Both men came over to the bed and began touching me—mostly my boobs—rubbing, kneading, pulling on my nipples, each with two hands on my boobs and massaging. It was nice and scary at the same time. I closed my eyes as hands roved over my boobs, my neck my face, my belly, my legs, and then my crotch. They were gentle but firm. I felt fingers entering me as I slowly moved into my haze again. I would enjoy this if I must. 

Then John crawled up above my face with knees planted on either side of my face. I snapped out of it again as he forced his hard penis down toward my mouth. I had sex last night but tonight we are going farther. I am not a big fan of giving oral but I wanted it then. I wanted to please him. I wanted him in my mouth. I even wanted him to finish right there in my mouth. I knew that but I did not say it.

"Suck my cock," he said to me as he forced it deep in my mouth. My husband would NERVER ever say that to me. He began pumping slowly in and out, pulling it out so I could lick him and catch my breath every minute or so. He rubbed it all over my face, slapped me with it, hung his hairy ball package in my mouth, made me lick him and suck him for a long time. At the same time, I could not see, but Mike was fingering me, spreading me open, and even inserting something in me—not his penis but something that size and hard and cold. It hurt a little at first but I liked it. I liked being impaled, violated, molested, as John continued to abuse my mouth. 

I was back in full swing—I was loving it all—I was loving being used by two lovely muscle men. I never thought of my husband. This was all mine. I was not even paying attention when John spoke to me. I saw his lips move but could not hear.

He grasped my head and hair and pulled my head up toward him as he forced his weight down. He grunted loudly as his hard penis exploded in my mouth. I tasted the salty musk of his cream and began to gag for air. He held me there for more than a minute as he pumped and drained everything into my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow. He finally pulled out and I gasped for air. He slapped my face several times with his wet, sticky member and laughed.

"It's your turn Bro." he said to Mike as he climbed off, still dripping on my face. I felt like a piece of meat right the. Just thier toy. Just their plaything. I was not even human. I was just a thing to them. A pleasure thing. He made another drink and grabbed his camera as Mike positioned himself over my face for the same thing. I sucked and licked his hard penis just as I did Johns as John took pictures up close and far away. I did not care any more but I knew that they would be trouble. 

Soon, Mike too, began to convulse as he shot a large amount of sperm into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could as he groaned with pleasure. It was nasty to taste. It was nasty to feel. I never let my husband do that but here I was, tied and spread with two men I met just yesterday, swallowing gallons of their sperm. Well it seemed like gallons. I had only ever tasted sperm once before in my life and it was just a taste. I spit it out. Now I was swallowing it. I felt dirty and nasty. I liked it.

Mike crawled off me and also had a drink. They laughed and high-fived before coming back over to me. The mumbled to each other and then each went to the foot of the bed and loosened my ankle ropes. "We are going to fuck you now. You need to be able to pull your knees up. You like that don't you?" Mike was speaking and I could only nod. 

After almost a minute, I managed one syllable, "Yes" I said.

My wrists were still bound tight but my legs were loose. Tied but not stretched to the limit. John climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my open legs. I could see that he was rock hard – either still hard or hard again. I am not sure. He lunged forward, penetrating me fully in one motion. I was ready since Mike had been shoving something in me before but it still hurt for a moment. Soon he was on me—pounding grinding, fucking me with all his strength. I was tied and helpless, feeling submissive, feeling weak, feeling guilty, but orgasming just the same. I had two orgasms before he stopped abruptly. He quickly crawled toward me and shot sperm on my face. 

This was another new experience for me. This was so far beyond my Midwestern, soccer mom, missionary sex life, I did not know what to say. He just laughed and said I looked like a whore with cum on my face.

I felt like a whore but I also enjoyed it. If this is being a whore, I want it again and again. But rather than wiping it off, he just got off the bed and left me there in his mess. Mike climbed on and began pounding too. He penetrated me deeply and pushed hard, over and over. He fucked me and called me names. He called me a whore and a slut. He grabbed at my boobs and my throat, squeezing too hard sometimes but letting go so I could breath. I was scared and loving it at the same time. I could not believe what was happening to me. At home I am a wife and mom. I shop at the store, I volunteer. 

I work in an office where I dress professionally. I never cuss and we never talk about sex. Here I was tied to bed in Mexico, being sexually abused by two young, huge men.... And wanting more. 

Soon he grunted and exploded deep inside me—I felt his body shake with orgasm as he filled me again with his sperm, but this time in my vagina...deep in my vagina.

He rolled off and sat for a minute. John walked over and began to untie me. I was a mess. I had sperm on my face, down my neck and all over my crotch. My makeup was all over my face and my hair looked like a birds nest. They laughed as they drank their cocktails and told me to look in the mirror. I went into the bathroom and closed the door to pee and take a shower. After about 30 minutes, I came out of the bathroom clean, refreshed and nude. 

They were both there but the room was picked up. I asked for my dress and shoes.

John laughed, "You don't need them."

"Oh but I do." I said. I did what you said, I want my dress, my undies, my shoes, and my passport."

"Relax" he said. "You will get them back. It's only 11:00. You are not done. Not by a long shot. We have more plans for you tonight and none of them involve your clothes or your passport. Now come over here and have a drink. You're going to need it." He smiled and pulled out Mikes travel bag and opened it. 

Beside the rope, there were several large dildos, leather things, things with wires coming out of them, a whip, and devices I could not recognize. He said, "Sorry we got carried away before and just fucked you. We are going to tie you again but this time, we are going to have different fun." He roared with an evil laugh. "and then we will fuck you again."