0 comments/ 110770 views/ 20 favorites The Next Time By: standingstones A couple days had past from the time I was in bed with my daughter Chloe. I had stole my way into her bedroom and we sex together. Every waking moment now, seemed to be taken up with what had happened. My wife, Beth, had been asleep and she didn't suspect anything. A few days later Beth was going to be late from leaving work. I pulled into the driveway knowing Chloe was already there. She hadn't said much since that night, but she had been giving me a smile and a wink, telling me she was ready for the next step. I walked in through the door and Chloe was on the couch, naked. She had a vibrator out and was feeding her wet pussy with it. I had to just stand there and watch once more. Chloe had her legs pulled up and she was totally exposed. She had a few inches of the vibrator buried inside. The thing that was turning me on was her calling out my name. "Oh God, Dad, put your big cock in me," was what she was crying out. She hadn't seen me come in the house yet. I wanted to continue to watch but my cock was close to ripping through my pants. I started to pull my shirt off and then dropped my trousers to the floor. Off came my underwear and then I stepped into view of Chloe. There I stood, with my erection in my hand. Chloe's eyes grew large and she motioned to me. I walked to the sofa and Chloe took my cock in her mouth. I threw my head back as she went down my rigid shaft. I slowly began to push my hips forward and stuff my cock down her throat. My daughter really knew how to make a man hard. She sucked on my pole taking me down to the root. Her mouth made slurping noises as my pole went as deep as I could push it in. Chloe then lifted up my cock and slid her tongue down the underside of my pecker. She continued to suck until I thought I was ready to pop my load, I didn't want to do that yet. I pulled my cock away and then I positioned my daughter on the couch. I climbed in between her thighs. Chloe took hold of my cock and guided it to her love opening. I push my cock past her folds and slid inside until I was buried. Chloe let out a shriek. I started to pummel her sweet young hole. I held her legs up and my cock glided into her wet chasm. This time I was going to make her all mine. When we finished she wouldn't need another cock in her tight pussy. Our pubic bones were hitting as we fucked in a frenzy. I reached down and squeezed her nipples. She told me to pinch them hard. That really pushed her over the edge. I felt her pussy grasping me as she came for the first time. "Don't stop Dad, keep fucking me!" Chloe kept urging me. I drove my fuck piston into her again and again. I knew this was so wrong but I couldn't stop myself. There was this beautiful woman needing me to take her and all I could think of, was to keep my cock in her until I blew my load. That wasn't too far off, as it was. I could feel my sacs starting to pinch, and my cum was rising up my shaft. I tried to hold back but it was too late. Chloe was using her muscles to milk me. It was then I let loose. Hot strings of my cock milk flew into Chloe. She screamed as I couldn't contain myself any further. I was pouring all my baby seed into my little girl's pussy. It didn't stop when I flooded her tunnel. I was able to remain hard. Her pussy was so slick that our juices were running out of her. We kept on fucking until Chloe had her final orgasm. I even managed to shoot some more cum into her tummy. Finally was I spent and my cock came loose from her cum filled hole. Then Chloe said something that I hadn't given much thought to. "I hope we made a baby, Dad." I hadn't been very smart or discreet. Chloe was ripe and fertile and I wondered what would happen when my cum found her eggs. Chloe then cleaned me off with her mouth and tongue. She licked our slick cream off my spent cock. I had thoughts of taking her one last time, but I expect my wife would be home soon. I have a feeling things are going to get stickier in the near future. I will keep you all informed. The Next Time This story is true, but the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. * My wife and I have been married for almost 30 years. We have a very good sexual relationship, or maybe I should say had a very good sexual relationship. Actually it is part of both. We were married young. Neither of us had any experience. We both came from very strict backgrounds. Our wedding night was full of surprises. We found that sex was extremely fun and wonderful. For nearly 30 years we both were satisfied, or should I say euphoric since neither of us knew much about sex except what we experienced, read or learned from listening to others. We found that X-rated movies initiated many new and wonderful ways of having sex and we tried most of them. We remain true to our spouses but have to admit the movies made us wonder about consensual sex a bit. My wife has never refused me, and I found we both were very highly sexually oriented. She has become quite open about our sexual appetite and confided that many men had made advances toward her. I can readily understand their desire for Lana. She is nearly six feet tall, with long, blond, flowing hair that emphasizes her round face, cute, slightly upturned nose and full, lush lips. Her deep dimpled cheeks when she smiles, are alluring. Her clear, blue eyes are what men often call "bedroom eyes," slightly squinting because she has oversensitive eyes. Her hourglass figure is punctuated by breasts that are larger than average and very firm with nipples that grow hard when she is sexually excited, sitting on very dark purple aureoles. Her narrow waist and jutting ass globes that roll enticingly when she walks are accented by her long, tapering legs. She keeps her blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly above her pink slit. She still has a body of a young, sensual model. She has modeled for few covers of women's magazines. She readily admits that she has turned down many offers to pose nude and even more offers by much younger men to "go to bed with them." She denies having succumbed to the many opportunities she has had, but also admits that it is very tempting sometimes. I find that very fact very exciting, knowing that all I need do is ask and she is ready and willing. I have a weight lifters body. I am just over six feet tall and two hundred pounds of muscle from working out daily. I have rippling abs and broad shoulders. I have a longer and thicker cock than what is called average. It is seven and a half inches long and almost six inches around or two inches thick, whichever way you like to measure it. I have been known to cum seven times during one hard on and last for several hours. Of course, with a woman like Lana to fuck, I imagine that is not all that fantastic, but she seems to think so. That brings us to the main part of the story. I have been diagnosed with diabetes. Slowly but surely my staying power as well as my being able to get and hold an erection has diminished. Lana has been able to make my cock hard by giving me blowjobs out of this world. She has become extremely proficient and our sexual life had not diminished until recently. The fact that I cannot hold an erection for very long has become quite disturbing to both of us. I have tried all the pills like Viagra, but all the pills seem to do is make me hot and flushed. I could tell that Lana was becoming more and more discouraged, as was I. It was after one brief fuck that I decided something had to be done. We were basking in the afterglow of a short fuck when I decided to talk to her about her desires and find out what I could do to help her with my problem. She was reticent but somewhat excited when I brought up the subject. "As you know, I love to fuck, but recently I have not been brought to an orgasm because you go limp so quickly," she said candidly. I acknowledged the problem and kissed her gently on the lips. "Maybe we should consider a substitute," I suggested. She smiled. "I have tried a dildo," she admitted, "but it is not the same as a real cock. I cannot get off with a fake cock," she said bluntly. I shook my head in acknowledgement. "I know! I noticed it in the drawer." I exclaimed. She blushed slightly. "What if I suggested a real person?" I asked softly. Her eyes lit up like a light. She began to blush even more. "I have thought about that, but I don't want to hurt you!" she exclaimed. I smiled. "I want you to be happy and the very fact that you have thought about it makes me feel better." I said. I decided to pursue the idea. "Whom have you thought about?" I asked softly. She blushed even more. "Well, I have noticed Jerry Arnold and he might be interesting," she said looking down at the floor. I was not totally surprised. Jerry had made several remarks to me about how lucky I was to have such a gorgeous wife. Jerry is also a very handsome man. His wife has joked on occasion about how good a lover he was. I had seen him in the shower at the club and he was very well endowed. His wife, Maria, seems to be quite liberated, that is to say, she had made subtle passes at me. Lana began to realize that I was serious. Maybe Harry Handy, or Jake Jacoby , or Paul Branson, or Jim Micon, or--" I interrupted her at that point. "Whoa! Let's not get too carried away!" I said. She began to laugh. "It may take that many and more to satisfy me after fucking you for so many years," she said. I laughed aloud. "You have given this more consideration than just a thought!" I exclaimed. She smiled. "I wondered how long it would be before you realized how much I need to be fucked," she said bluntly. "I have not pursued anyone yet but I have to admit I have been watching and waiting," she said. She smiled again. "I was about to have an affair, but this makes me feel much better about it," she admitted reticently. I was surprised but not totally. I had seen her making innuendoes and rather pointed suggestion toward other men. I kissed her again. "How should we proceed?" I asked pointedly. She laughed. "I know I could fuck any one of them, but I believe you should make it known that you are OK with it," she said almost too quickly. "What about their wives," I asked. "Do you remember the last party? We wives were talking and laughing? The subject of the talk was swapping husbands. Almost all thought it would be exciting to exchange partners once in a while. I believe most were serious. I don't see a problem as long as we are up front and don't try to be secretive." Lana pointed out. I was shocked but relieved. I did not want to cause trouble amongst our friends. I was also surprised how Lana seemed to be so excited and direct about the whole idea. "Let's invite Jerry and Maria Arnold over," I suggested. "We can feel them out, so to speak." Lana laughed. "Feel them up, is what you mean," she joked. I was apprehensive when the Arnolds agreed to come over for "a little chat about our idea," Maria is a dark haired, short woman of Mexican dissent. She was, what I call a typical Mexican woman with huge tits, short and slightly chubby. She was outspoken and blunt. Jerry was almost twice as tall as Maria. He was muscular but just a little on the heavy side. Of course, what I found out was Lana had heard he was hung like a horse and she was excited to find out if it was true. The Jerry Arnold arrived just after lunch on Saturday. He seemed to have an idea about what we intended but let us instigate the idea. "Maria had to stay home with the kids," he said I started "the" conversation with Jerry. "Would you believe that Lana and I have talked about exchanging partners?" I said stiffly. Jerry's smile went from ear to ear. He looked surprised for a moment. "Are you suggesting that ---" his voice trailed off. "What would you say if Lana suggested you?" I found courage to say. He grinned from ear to ear. "I would say YES!" he exclaimed. "What about Maria? Will that be a problem?" I asked bluntly. He smiled. "Hell! Maria has wanted to find someone for months!" he exclaimed. "I can imagine her reaction though," he added. Lana had moved beside Jerry. "I don't want to cause trouble," she said sensuously. "Let me worry about Maria. What about you?" he asked, looking at me with a huge smile on his face. I explained my dilemma. "I am sure Maria will understand, since it is for a worthy cause," he laughed. I could see he was getting a hard on. His pants tented out and he struggled with getting his large cock into place. Lana had not missed the struggle he was having with his stiff cock in his pants. She asked me to leave them alone. I promptly hurried out of the room and waited until I heard them going down the hall. Jerry was laughing and Lana was giggling like a schoolgirl. "You are about to receive the best fuck you have ever had," Jerry said. Lana giggled louder. "That goes for you also," she said loudly. I waited for a few moments and followed the noise down the hall. "OH MY GOD!" Lana's voice echoed down the hall to where I stood. "I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE ALL OF THAT!" she said with loud compassion. "Get naked," I heard Jerry command. I slowly crept down the hall. The door to the bedroom was standing open. "You have great tits," Jerry's voice came thru the open door. "Lay down on the bed!" I peered into the room. Lana was on the bed, her legs spread apart, her pink pussy lifted toward Jerry. "Be gentle!" she exclaimed as he moved between her legs, holding his huge shaft in his hand. I heard her gasp as the head of his cock slipped into her soft cunt, dragging her cunt lips in with it. She gasped again. "OH MY!" her voice rang out. He began to move in and out slowly. Each time his cock slid deeper into my wife's cunt until he was buried completely in her vibrating cavern. I could see her eyes were rolled back in her head. Her breathing was labored. He began long and firm strokes, his huge cock pulling her cunt lips in and out with each stroke. Her groans of desire filled the room. She began to shake and vibrate with each stroke he made. OH MY GOD THAT FEELS WONDERFUL!" she shouted over and over. I watched in dismay as Jerry filled my wife with his huge member. Suddenly he began to drive into her with powerful strokes. "I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARD AND FAST! She shouted, filling the house with her shouts of exclamation. "I'M CUMMING TOO!" Jerry's voice echoed though out the house. I stepped into the room. My wife looked at me with a smile on her face. "What a fuck!" she said with deep emotion. "What a wonderful cock he has." With this, she grabbed his cock and began to lick around the shaft, licking her lips as she cleaned their mingled cum from the monster. She attempted to suck it but she could not get any more than the head into her mouth. "Butiful cok" she mumbled just as he spurted a load down her throat. Jerry rolled off of my wife, his cock beginning to deflate. "MORE"! Lana shouted as she rolled on top of him. She quickly lowered her cunt around his cock. Her eyes grew wide as she felt him grow inside of her cunt. "WOW!" she shouted loudly. She began to ride his cock like a wild animal. I stepped back. I turned and hurried down the hall and sat down in the chair by the door. It was almost an hour when Jerry staggered out of the bedroom and down the hall to where I sat. "She is insatiable," he exclaimed. "But one fine fuck!" he added as an after thought. Lana came down the hall, walking gingerly. "What a cock!" she exclaimed as Jerry closed the door behind him. She looked at me. "I hope you are not mad or anything," she said. I grimaced slightly. "I guess if you enjoyed it, I can't be too mad," I replied. "God, I feel good," she said. "That was quite a fuck!" "I am glad you liked it," I said crassly. I then realized just how jealous I actually was. I was surprise that my cock was hard. Lana smiled when she noticed the bulge. "It seems to have helped you too," she said with a grin. I struggled out of my pants. Before I could get them off, my cock had wilted. "Damn! The next time I will have to have someone to fuck myself," I said with determination. Lana nodded her consent. "The next time!" she said with conviction. "The next time!" she said smiling. She kissed me and hobbled into the bathroom, cum running down her legs. "The next time!" I heard her exclaim excitedly. This is her side of the encounter. I was surprised but elated when I found that my husband of nearly 30 years suggested that I be allowed to have intercourse with someone else because he could no perform like he could before. Jerry Arnold had often made direct passes at me and he was rumored to have a huge cock and was also quit charming without being obnoxious. When my husband made the suggestion of me fucking him I was so excited I nearly came in my undies. When Jerry actually showed up I was so hot I could feel my pussy leaking. Jerry's attitude toward wanting to fuck me was a huge turn on. When he took me into the bedroom, I was astounded at the size of his cock. I was unsure if I could take it all in me but was excited to try. I knew my husband was watching so I put on a show for him. Actually I didn't need to put on much because I was so excited when I saw the size of Jerry's cock I could not stop if I had wanted to. I was quite eager to get that hunk of meat into me. I was completely ecstatic. To think that I would have that cock in me deeply, with my husband's consent. I nearly fainted when Jerry began to fuck me. I could not have imagined in my wildest fantasy the wonderful feeling that Jerry gave me when he buried his monster cock deep inside my hot cunt. I was totally enjoying every inch. It was tremendous feeling to be filled with that hot, monstrous cock. I cannot tell you how much I was enjoying it. I absolutely enjoy riding him. His cock felt so good as I rode him, I thought about what I had been missing for so many years. I could feel his hot cum drenching me and filling my pussy to overflowing It was even more thrilling when I knew my husband was watching me get the fucking of my life. I still nearly have an orgasm thinking about it. I can hardly wait until I get that wonderful cock in me again. I cannot put into words the wonderful feelings I have when Jerry fucks me. The next time we should invite Jerry's wife. I believe she would enjoy seeing her husband fucking me. I know she would like to fuck my husband but --. Maybe he could get it up long enough to give her a little pleasure. Time will tell. It should be a very good situation since we all enjoy fucking and after all, variety is the spice of life, and I now have a new desire for spice. My husband did not let grass grow under his feet. He made a phone call to Jerry after giving him time to get home. "I think that you and I need to come to a mutual agreement," he said when Jerry answered the phone. "You seem to enjoy fucking Lana and I believe we should share with one another." He said. I could not hear much of the conversation but I heard enough to realize that they were making dates for a return engagement. It was for that very weekend. I was more than a little eager to fuck Jerry again. My observations after her revelations I began to make plans for Jerry and Maria's visit. I would see to it that Jerry and Lana were put into a compromising situation some way. I was surprised how quickly the situation came about. When Jerry and Maria arrived, they quickly paired off with Lana and I. Jerry must have confided in his wife, because she seemed as urgent and excited as Jerry. Maria strolled right up to me and planted a hot kiss on my mouth. From then on, it was as if Maria and I were long lost lovers. She hugged and kissed me hotly. Lana and Jerry hurried down the hall to the bedroom that they had recently used. Maria watched them go and grinned at me when they disappeared into the bedroom. "I understand that you have a problem," she asserted. I felt my face flush. "This diabetes thing is a real problem," I confided. "I have been researching E D (erectile dysfunction) because I have a very good friend that has the same problem," she said with a wicked grin. I wondered who it was but let it slide for a moment. "What have you discovered?" I asked anxiously. She smiled. "I know you are wondering who it is?" She said. "You are not the only ones that Jerry and I have become --" she grinned sheepishly--"sexual partners with!" she said. I gasped slightly at her revelation. "OH!" was all I could manage to say. She smiled again. "You don't need to know who it is for now," she said. "But I found that there is a machine that makes it hard and a ring that keeps it that way. I have one of the rings with me because Jerry told me your problem. As for the vacuum machine, I am willing to give it a try without it," she said with a huge grin on her face. We had wandered into the spare bedroom. She began a very seductive strip tease and I felt my cock becoming a little stiff. "Take off your clothes!" she admonished. When I was naked, she began to chuckle softly. "I think we have a lift off, Huston," she quipped and bent down and took my cock into her mouth. She began to suck it deep inside of her hot mouth, her tongue rasping around the shaft excitedly. I felt my cock growing as she sucked it with so much suction I thought it would burst. She quickly slipped the cock ring over my cock and smiled. "That will keep it rigid while we fuck," she said anxiously. She was right. I slipped my cock into her hot cunt to the hilt. I began to move in and out with complete abandon, my cock throbbing against the ring. We must have fucked for quite some time because we heard Jerry and Lana come into the room. They were both grinning at us. "Way to go!" Lana shouted while she watched my cock enter into the love box of Maria. I was elated. My cock was still standing tall after several minutes of hard, fast fucking. Maria was grunting and groaning in delight. "That's it, fill me with that hard cock!" she chanted eagerly. Maria and I came at the same time, spewing our liquid love potion onto the bed in torrents. We fell exhausted onto the bed. "You are quite good!" she said aloud. "You are too!" I exclaimed. My cock was still rock hard when she removed the ring. Slowly my cock began to deflate. They all laughed heartily as my cock drooped. I smiled when I realized that the vacuum and the ring was my fulfilling respite to a beleaguered fuck. I felt like a complete man again, especially since Lana and I had found a new horizon and we both were able to perform with other partners. I have since bought a pump and rings. It made a new life for both Lana and I. It is a wonderful life and we both have had great experiences fucking others in the club. As a matter of fact, I can outlast almost the entire club as long as I use the pump and rings. I get a little bigger and longer each time I use it! A big thank you to modern science. Lana echoes that statement too. The Next Time The next time we meet, you're already in the room waiting for me. I knock on the door and you open it. I'm standing there looking very respectable. A nice dress and heels, hair pinned up. I come in and you close the door. You kiss me hello. A soft, slow, sweet kiss. A gentle warm up. Maybe the calm before the storm? You tell me to take off my dress. I slowly slip it off my shoulders, slide it down my waist and over my hips. I step out of it and am left in nothing but a lacy bra, stockings and garter belt, heels, and some very wet panties. You tell me to put my hands behind my back. You are in charge today and I am here for your enjoyment. You look me over, walking around behind me. I feel your hand brush the bottom of my ass, almost between my legs. I start to lean toward your hand and you immediately pull it away. You are in control today, not me, you remind me. You come around and stand in front of me. Almost touching me with the length of your body. I want to press myself against you, but I don't. I know that if I behave and do what I'm told, I'll be rewarded. You kiss my lips and slowly move down to my chin and then to my neck. While your mouth is on my neck, kissing, licking, I feel your hands on my shoulders. You push the straps of my bra down and push the cups under my breasts so they are exposed for you. I continue to stand still while you do this, but let out a small moan. That makes you smile. I'm so aroused right now. My nipples are hard and I feel my panties getting wetter. You step back and look at me again. You have a smile on your face. You walk around behind me again. I feel your hand on the back of my thigh. I use all of my self control to keep from moving against you. I feel your hand go to the inside of my thigh and you tell me to spread my legs. I do as I'm told, hoping that you will move your hand up higher. I am rewarded. I feel your hand on my panties, rubbing against my pussy. You comment on the wetness. You ask me if I'm turned on, already knowing the answer. "Yes, Sir." "What do you want?" "I want you to touch my pussy, Sir." I feel my panties being pushed aside and a finger slip inside me. I can't control myself any longer and begin to grind my hips against your hand, trying to get you deeper inside me. You reach up with your other hand, grabbing my still pinned up hair and tell me to bend over. You lean me over the end of the bed and tell me to pull my panties down to my knees. You've taken your other hand off of my pussy and I'm ready to beg you to touch it again. I try to behave, but being with you makes me so hot. You tell me that I'm not being a very good girl. Do I need to be punished for misbehaving? "Yes, Sir, please punish me." With that, I feel a hard slap on my ass. "Who is in charge?" "You are, Sir." "Have you been punished enough?" "No, Sir. I am a very bad girl. I need to be punished more." With that, I feel another hard slap, and another. I am still bent over with my head on the bed, holding my wet panties at my knees. My pussy has gotten so wet that it's beginning to run down my legs and wet the tops of my stockings. After about a dozen slaps, each bringing a moan of painful pleasure from me, you ask me if I've been punished enough. "Oh yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" You tell me to stand up and turn toward you. My panties fall to the floor. You remind me to keep my hands behind my back. You put your hand on the back of my head and pull me to you and kiss me. Your other hand gently pinches one of my nipples, then slowly moves down to the lace of my garter belt. You run your fingers over the lace of the garter belt and down one of the straps, stopping at the top of the stocking. "Very nice" you say as you finish your kiss. You look over at the chair in the room and then smile as you look back at me. "Sit on the edge of the chair" "Spread your legs." "Lean back now." "Put your legs up on the arms of the chair." I obey each command, wondering what will come next. I don't have to wait long to find out. You go to my bag and pull out some scarves. You come back to me with the scarves and slowly, gently, but firmly tie my wrists and then my ankles to the chair. I am immobile. All of my private places exposed to you. I am completely at your mercy. You kneel in front of me, looking at my pussy. It's so hot and wet. I would give anything for you to touch it. Instead, you touch my legs, running your hands along my stockings. You tell me how much you like to see me like this. Open and vulnerable. Your hands move closer to my ass and you start to knead the muscles. You can feel how tense I am, wanting release. You bring your fingers up to the wet lips of my pussy. You tease the lips for a while as my breathing gets faster. Then you lean in and put your mouth on my clit. It's so sensitive by now that I almost come. "Not yet." "Please, Sir? Please?" Slowly, you put one finger inside me. Gently pulling in and out. I moan as I feel your thumb move past my pussy and start to spread the wetness there. Soon I feel you enter me with two fingers, pulling in and out but a little more forceful. Your thumb is circling my bottom, pressing gently. I moan again. The pleasure is becoming so intense. "Please, Sir? May I please come?" I can barely speak, the feelings are so intense. I need release. "Yes, my pet. Come for me now." You put your mouth back on my clit and begin to suck on it, moving your fingers faster and harder. I feel a shudder go through me. A sudden burst of heat, beginning where your mouth is sucking on my clit spreads through my whole body. I feel myself contract around your fingers several times. You lift your head and smile. "Nicely done, my pet." You stand up and lean over and kiss me, your lips wet from me. It is a long, deep kiss. First I taste me, then it begins to go away as the kiss goes on until all I taste is you. You stand back, looking at me, all flushed and warm. "Now it's time for your payback." I'm not sure what you mean, until I see you unbuckle your belt and lower your pants. Then I remember. The last time we were together, instead of you coming on my tits, it got all over you instead. Oops. Your shirt is already off, but I don't remember when that happened. You look at me as you slowly take off your pants. Your cock is very hard. I want to feel it inside of me. I can't take my eyes off of it. "You want this, don't you?" "Oh yes, Sir! Please, Sir?" You walk toward me, reaching down to stroke your cock, knowing that I want to touch it. Then you stand over me, leaning toward me. "Open your mouth, my pet." I do as I'm told. You put the tip of your cock on my lip. It's wet. It tastes salty. I feel my pussy begin to throb, thinking about how good it feels when your cock is there. "Now what are you going to do?" "I am going to suck your cock, Sir." It's not very clear, as my mouth is suddenly very full, but you know what I said and you smile. "Very good." You begin moving your hips back and forth, thrusting into my mouth. Your balls rub against my chin. I have no control over the speed or the depth. I try to suck and lick, the way I know you like it. You pull your cock out of my mouth and rub it around my lips. You laugh as I turn my head, trying to get it back into my mouth. Finally you let me have it again. You tell me to suck harder as you begin to thrust faster. In and out, more and more. I hear some grunts and feel your cock begin to twitch. Suddenly you pull your cock out of my mouth and come all over my tits. "That wasn't such a bad payback, now was it my Pet? At least I didn't get you in the eye!" you laugh. You go over to the bed and lay back, catching your breath. You look at me tied to the chair. Still warm and flushed. Still very exposed, with my hungry pussy dripping wet, and now my breasts glistening and sticky with your semen. You lay back and close your eyes, knowing I am desperate for your touch again. I watch you lay there with your eyes closed. Your breathing slows and becomes regular. After a while you open your eyes and look over at me. You smile and get up off the bed. You go into the bathroom and I hear water running. I'm still restrained in the chair and can't see what you're doing. You come back to me with a warm wash cloth and gently wash me, starting with my chest. You wipe with warm water and massage with your hands. Every touch, every sensation feeling so good. You move down between my legs, the warm cloth feeling wonderful against my swollen pussy. I try to move against your hand, but am unable to move. You've tied me well. All I can do is moan and say "Thank you, Sir." You put down the washcloth and untie me. You gently straighten out my arms and then my legs. "Stand up, my pet." You take my hand and lead me to the edge of the bed. You move behind me and unhook my bra, kissing my neck and shoulders as you do this. I feel your hands slide the straps down my arms. The bra drops on the floor and your hands move to the garter belt attached to the stockings. One by one, the straps are unhooked. You kneel in front of me. "Spread your legs, my pet." Slowly, you roll one stocking down my leg, leaving it at my ankle. Then you move to the other leg, again, unhooking the straps and slowly lowering the stocking. You reach up and unhook the belt. This brings your face very close to my stomach. I feel your breath against my skin. I fight not to move. I want to feel your whole body against me. Skin to skin. I want to feel your breath all over my body. I want your touch. I want you. But I will behave. I will wait. You run your hands over my ass. Slowly, knowing how much your touch excites me. I take a deep breath, trying to stay still for you. "Something wrong, my pet?" "No Sir. Very right, Sir." You stand up and step back, looking at me again, smiling. "Lay on the bed on your back." "Put your hands at your sides and bend your knees." "Open wider, you know how I like to see you." I obey, laying there, legs open. You've told me before how much you like to see me this way. Open and ready. Waiting for you. You come and sit on the bed next to me, leaning over to kiss me. The kiss starts soft and gentle. Soon your tongue is pressing into my mouth, lips pushing harder against mine. Deeper, harder but so sensual. I feel your hand on my breast playing with my nipple. I'm still so wrapped in the kiss that it barely registers. You squeeze my nipple harder. It hurts a little but makes the kiss feel even more intense. I feel my pussy getting even wetter. It feels like it's pulsating. You let go of my nipple and I feel your hand slide down my stomach. I arch my hips hoping you will keep going lower. You do. I feel your hand on the lips of my pussy. I grind my hips against your hand. This makes you stop the kiss. You sit up and look down at me. Your hand is still on my pussy and I feel a finger slip inside. "You want this, don't you my pet?" "Oh yes, Sir!" I feel another finger inside me. "How much do you want?" "More, Sir! I want all of it. Please, Sir!" You stare into my eyes as I feel all of your fingers slide inside of me. "Look at me." I'm beginning to feel very full. The feeling is very intense. You slide your fingers in and out, going a little deeper each time. I begin to moan with pleasure. I push my hips toward your hand, trying to get you deeper inside. "Keep your eyes open, my pet. I want to see you come." Your hand moves in and out slowly. A little deeper each time. I've never felt so full before. The feeling is incredible. I try to keep my eyes open. Try to look at your face. I can hardly see anything. I hear my breath and my body feels like it's floating. The only thing I am truly aware of at that moment is a feeling of intense pleasure. I feel your hand inside me, moving, turning. I feel warm. I feel my whole body begin to tense. Everything begins to feel tighter. I hear moaning and realize it's coming from me. I see your face over mine smiling. "Come for me, my pet." "Look in my eyes and come for me now." Every part of my body feels so tight. Just as I think I can't take any more, I feel a flood of heat wash over me. The feeling starts at my pussy. I feel it spasm around your hand. The feeling seems to go out like a wave, spreading through me. As it spreads, the tightness goes away and I feel light as air. My eyes roll back and close. My pussy continues to spasm. You keep moving your hand, but slower now. My breathing slows. You lean down and kiss my eyelids and down my cheeks. You kiss my lips gently, softly. As you kiss me, you slowly take your hand out of me.The kiss ends and I suddenly feel so weak and empty. I open my eyes and look at you. Somehow you know what I'm feeling. You take me in your arms and kiss my face, my neck, my hair. You hold me tight. Skin to skin. You whisper to me "Well done, my pet, Well done." I can barely talk. I've never come like this before. Never had such an intense orgasm. "Thank you, Sir." I want to say so much more. Thank you seems so inadequate after what you've just done for me. I try to say more, but can't form any words. I close my eyes again and in seconds, I am asleep in your arms... The Next Time The next day after having sex in the hot tub, I wasn't sure what to expect. Tara was picked up for school like nothing had happened. I was expecting some kind of communication one way or another about the events of the previous night, but none came. I was really confused about my own feelings and was having a hard time figuring out how Felicia felt. Did I push things too far? Is that what Felicia was expecting? Is that what Felicia wanted? We were both drinking. How much did that figure into all of it? Not wanting to overplay my hand so to speak, I decided to lay low and play it cool. The time came for me to pick up the girls from school and still no word from Felicia about what happened. I picked up the girls and went through the routine of driving and light talk, aware that teenage girls were probably just being polite in their chatter with me. What was troublesome was arriving at the Hendricks's home and not being greeted by Felicia as usual. As casually as possible I asked Melanie where her mom was but she said "Idontknow" like a typical teenager. I still had no idea where I stood with Felicia. Before I could say something, Tara hopped out of the car and headed inside with Melanie. Deciding to be careful, I left for home. Around dinner time, Tara was dropped off at home by the Hendricks. I went outside ostensibly to say thanks but really to get a better feel for the situation. I was able to get outside before the vehicle left the driveway and I was surprised to see that Mike was driving the SUV. "Thanks for bringing Tara home, but that wasn't really necessary. I could've come by to pick her up," I said as lightheartedly as I could. "Well, it was getting late and Felicia and I thought you might want her to come home," Mike replied in what could be considered a dismissive tone. Now I was really worried. Mike is usually fairly jovial and his tone of voice sounded like something was amiss. And it was only 5:30. The Hendricks don't eat dinner for about another hour and are usually up with guests past 9 o'clock even on weeknights. My mind was really starting to spin. Maybe I've really screwed this up. One night of hot steamy sex wasn't worth losing my new friends. And it certainly wasn't worth disturbing Tara's routine and new friendships I thought to myself. Now I really have to play it cool my thoughts continued. For several more days, there was no communication between Felicia and me. There were no communications at all between the Hendricks household and ours. Even Tara stopped staying at the Hendricks's house after school. When I asked her why, she responded off-handedly about having a lot of schoolwork to do. I was skeptical; schoolwork hadn't stopped her from visiting the Hendricks before. We did however manage to keep the ride-share situation intact. That was a great relief and helped me realize maybe I hadn't screwed things up totally. Tara was picked up daily without fail, and Melanie was brought home likewise. Just as I was giving up on spending time with Felicia, sexual or otherwise, she called one morning after doing her daily morning drive. "Hi," she started. "Hi," I responded with a great feeling of relief in my stomach. After what seemed an eternity of silence Felicia continued "I haven't seen or heard from you, are you upset with me?" I sensed fear in her voice. Nearly laughing out of relief and the absurdity of her thoughts I said, "No, I thought you were upset with me. I didn't want to offend or upset you any more than I already had." "You didn't offend or upset me. I was just overwhelmed and didn't know what to do. I could never be upset with you," Felicia said with what sounded like love in her voice. "I was hoping we could talk about what happened. Is it ok if I come over?" I asked in what I thought was an innocent manner. Hurriedly Felicia replied, "I don't think that would be a good idea. I've got work to do and my friend Millie might come over." There was a slight pause. "No I don't think that would be a good idea," Felicia finished with reservation and anxiety in her voice. "Well, can I come over later to say hello around dinner time?" I asked knowing her husband Mike would be there. "I don't know. I'll let you know," Felicia answered in a nervous voice. All day I waited for some kind of reply from Felicia that never came. Dejected and resigned to not having the conversation today that I felt so desperately needed to be had, I set off for picking up the girls from school. The ride to the Hendricks was like so many we had before, relaxed and uneventful. When I arrived at the Hendricks's house, I was relieved to see Felicia out to greet us. My relief was replaced by anxiety when Felicia didn't approach the car when Melanie got out. After greeting Melanie and sending her into the house, Felicia approached the car before I could leave. "Hi," she said as pleasantly as she could, I'm sure as much for Tara as for me. "We haven't seen you over in a while, why don't you come by around dinner time," Felicia said in what sounded like a genuinely inviting tone. "Would 6 o'clock be ok?" I said knowing that Mike should be home by then. "That works great," Felicia said with a noticeable sense of relief in her voice. Hearing our arrangement to have dinner at the Hendricks's later, Tara asked, "I don't have much homework, can I stay here?" I looked first at Tara and then turned toward Felicia. Felicia answered before I could judge her reaction or ask on Tara's behalf. "That sounds great. I think Emily and Daphne will be happy to see you," Felicia said referring to her two younger daughters. Before walking away, Felicia looked at me with her smile and sparkling eyes and said with what I couldn't be sure was a hint of wanting, "See you at 6." I left the Hendricks's with a sense of relief for which I had hoped and a happiness that was unexpected. But I was back to being confused about Felicia and her feelings toward me. Was this some kind of game for her? Does she really want me? Or, am I misreading everything all over again. Hopefully some clarity will come over dinner and an evening at her home. To make things a little smoother, I went out and bought a case of Mike's favorite cider. Thinking about the spot I was in, I decided on an additional case of another leading brand cider, just in case. When I returned at 6 o'clock, Felicia was in the kitchen and Mike was at the breakfast bar drinking a hard cider. The everyday entry into the house is via the back porch and into the kitchen. I made a light knock on the back door to announce my presence before entering and Felicia, with her back to Mike, lit up in a wonderful smile with incredibly sparkling eyes. Despite carrying two cases of hard cider in my hands, Felicia reached up with both hands on my shoulders and gave me an intimate and lengthy although not passionate kiss on my lips. After what seemed like forever, she looked deeply into my eyes and said to me softly "I'm glad you came tonight." Looking at Mike, he didn't give off anything that would give me the impression that he thought something seemed out of the ordinary. In fact he stood from his spot at the breakfast bar and in a hearty voice to which I was accustomed he said, "Wow, let me help you with that!" Looking at him as he approached me made me wonder what I possibly could've been worried about. "Where've you been," Mike continued as he helped me with the cider. "I've been busy travelling for work," I lied as I noticed a knowing smirk on Felicia's face as she turned to look at me. "Well, the girls have missed Tara and we've missed you," Mike said. "Really?!" I responded somewhat incredulously and without the emotional control I wanted. "Yeeeaah," Mike said in a drawn out way of familiar camaraderie. "We thought we'd done something to offend you." I hoped I suppressed the look and sound of disbelief when I responded to that when I said, "No, you guys haven't offended me," hopefully with a dismissive tone in my voice. Mike continued in a very friendly way, "Yeah, you were here that one night a while ago, and then we haven't seen you since," referring to the night of Our First Kiss. "We thought something happened or we said or did something wrong." During this conversation with Mike, I kept looking toward Felicia and she looked at me with what I would describe as sad puppy-dog eyes as she continued to work on dinner. She had herself positioned so I could see her face but Mike could only see her back. With a great sense of relief I reassured Mike and Felicia, "Nothing happened to upset me," far from it I thought salaciously. I continued, "I value your friendship and I really look forward to our get-togethers," really meaning it, even the part about Mike's friendship. I stretched the truth by saying, "Travelling for work kept me away, that's all." With the ice broken and relieved that the situation hadn't completely blown up I was able to relax and enjoy the cider and companionship. With dinner almost ready I took a seat at the breakfast bar. This is where the adults eat. The kids have a table in the family room adjacent to the kitchen where they can eat and watch TV. As was the case in the past, I sat so Felicia could choose where to sit, to my right between Mike and me or to my left. I was happy to see she chose to sit to my left as she has in the past. I also noticed that she sat vey close to me, so close that her right side was in full contact with my left side. I adjusted my seat not wanting to be presumptuous and Felicia looked at me with her smile and sparkling eyes and nudged closer to me. I smiled and gently leaned into her to enjoy the contact and let her know I understood and approved. We spent dinner eating, talking, and drinking at the breakfast bar and not once did I get the impression from Mike that he thought anything was amiss. With dinner done and the plates cleared, Mike asked me if I wanted another cider. I said, "Sure." "We're going to watch a movie tonight; do you want to join us?" Mike asked as he went to get two more ciders. Felicia wrapped her arm around mine and said loud enough for Mike to hear, "Yes, please stay. It will be fun." Not sure this would be a good idea after settling the situation from earlier, I said, "It's not going to be too late is it. I don't want to stay too late or cause problems for getting up in the morning." Tara overheard us and chimed in, "I finished my homework and my classes tomorrow are easy." Mike returned, handed me a cider as he said, "It's no problem for us, we were going to watch the movie whether you were here or not," and then he went directly into the family room. "Well, ok. As long as it's not a problem," I said. "It's no problem at all," Felicia said as she squeezed my arm in hers. We all followed Mike into the family room. Each of the Hendricks took his or her designated spot. Mike sat in a large reclining chair facing the large-screen TV. On the large L-shaped sofa next to Mike's chair, each of the Hendricks girls took her favorite spot. Melanie took the spot on the sofa closest to her dad. Emily and Daphne sat in the middle of the sofa and competed with each other for where Tara would sit. Tara ended the negotiation by saying she would sit between them. Felicia took her spot on the end in the corner of the "L" next to Daphne. Not sure where I was going to sit, I was getting ready to sit on the floor with my back to the "L" part of the sofa near where Felicia would have her feet. Seeing what I was going to do, Felicia said, "You can sit up here. There's plenty of room for you." I could feel the flirtation in her voice and in her eyes. "Are you sure?" I said. "I don't want to crowd you." "Don't be silly, there's plenty of room," Felicia said with honey in her voice. From across the room at the end of the row of people, Mike said, "Is everybody set, so we can start the movie?" The room was dark with only the light from the television providing illumination in our transformed movie theater. Felicia was sitting up with her back against the sofa and her feet drawn back, raising her knees and covered in a blanket. She positioned herself and encouraged me quietly to lean back against her shins as a back rest. This I admit was a very comfortable position. From beneath her blanket, I felt her hand rubbing my back. I turned slightly to look at her and she said, "Are you comfortable, Jeff?" "Oh yes, very comfortable," I responded quietly but flirtatiously. After caressing my back for a while, Felicia reached out from behind the blanket. She extended her hand and asked with a desiring look on her face, "Would you mind getting me a refill?" for her glass of white wine. "No, it would be my pleasure," I said as I took her glass and got up to go into the kitchen. While I was refilling her wine glass, I saw Felicia enter the kitchen and pass me as she went into the pantry. She passed me with a devilish grin on her face and the sparkle in her eyes. With her wine glass in hand, I followed her into the pantry. I found her with her back to me. I put my crotch next to her behind and took her wine glass and placed it on the shelf in front of her. She pushed her hips back slightly to press her ass against my now growing cock and said, "The girls wanted popcorn." Putting my hands on her waist and grinding my growing cock against her ass I whispered into her ear, "And what do you want?" I could hear and feel her moan as she said, "Please, not now. Someone will see us." I ignored her, and kept pressing and grinding my cock against her ass. This time she begged, "Please Jeff, not now. One of the girls may come in and see us." I released her hips and backed away slightly and I could sense her relief with my face still close to her ear. I said softly into her ear but assertively, "We need to talk. We need to talk about what happened." With reluctant acknowledgement that the situation must be faced, Felicia flatly stated, "Come by tomorrow after 9. I should be done driving by then and Mike will be at work." With that, we separated. Felicia took her wine glass and popcorn back to the family room while I went to get another cider from the porch to put some time and distance between our paths in the kitchen and pantry. I went back into the family room and resumed my spot on the sofa at Felicia's feet but not as intimately as before. When the movie was over, Tara and I said good-bye to the Hendricks. I was surprised not to get my usual goodnight hug and kiss from Felicia. At home in bed, the fantasies of Felicia resumed. I kept replaying the incident of our time in the hot tub in my mind. I got so hard and so turned on I started stroking myself as I thought of it; the softness of her skin, the wetness of her pussy, the desire in her eyes, the succumbing to our passion, the illicitness of the situation, and the possibility of getting caught. Even after jerking off, thoughts of Felicia filled my dreams. I woke up in the morning feeling like I hadn't slept at all. I was so awake the next morning I could hear Tara get ready for school and then get picked up. We had gotten to the point where I didn't even notice these events anymore but today I did. After hearing Tara leave, I knew I had a little over two hours before I could see Felicia. I still didn't know what to expect, but at least now I knew it wouldn't be a total meltdown. I rolled out of bed at 9 o'clock when my alarm went off. Slowly I got dressed and prepared myself for what I would face. It only took a few minutes to drive over to the Hendricks's house. I pulled in next to the SUV and went around back to the kitchen entrance. Felicia was in the kitchen making coffee when I entered. We looked at each other and without either of us saying a word, Felicia approached me and put her hands on my shoulders and slid them back and down like she'd done some many times before. Expecting the kiss that did not come, she turned her head and placed her cheek in the middle of my chest. I held her and started stroking her back and I could feel her relax. She looked up at me and I down at her and our lips gravitated toward each other as if magnetically drawn. We kissed each other lightly but knowingly as lovers. The passion started to build slowly between us but before it could engulf us like before, Felicia turned her head away and placed her cheek back on my chest. We stood there silently in the kitchen for a few more minutes. Felicia was the first to speak. "Would you like some coffee, I just made it," she said as she separated herself from me. "I'd love some, it smells delicious," I said without moving. "I got it just for you, I know it's the brand you like," Felicia said with love in her voice as she turned to look at me. "I thought it smelled just like Dunkin' Donuts Hazelnut," I replied cheerily. With that, she laughed lightly then continued more relaxed, "There's cream in the frig." "Thanks," I said taking the offered cup of coffee and turning to get the cream out of the refrigerator. Felicia held out her cup of coffee and I said, "Allow me," as I poured some cream into her cup. With her cup of coffee in hand, she walked what appeared aimlessly around the kitchen afraid to look me in the face. At first I tried to follow her but realized she wasn't leading me anywhere so I just leaned back against the far counter to wait for her to start things off. Realizing I wasn't following her, Felicia was relaxed and started the anticipated conversation. "I can't do this with you." "Do what?" I asked as sincerely and non-threatening as I could. "Be involved with you, romantically, physically," Felicia said crisply. "What do you mean?" I asked truly perplexed about what was going through her mind. "I can't believe we did what we did. I feel so bad and so guilty for letting it happen, but I've wanted you ever since I met you," Felicia said with the confusion evident in her voice. "I can look back and convince myself that I had a lot to drink that night and you probably did too, but I can't do that again," Felicia continued emotionally. "My father cheated on my mother and I remember how it made her feel. They never thought I knew but I did. I promised myself I would never do that to my husband, and in the 19 years we've been together I never did that before," Felicia's confession continued as it gained speed and the tears started. I walked across the kitchen with concern in my eyes and my arms open and outstretched to take her into them. She entered my arms and wrapped hers around me tightly as she buried her face in my chest and let her tears run freely. I felt a deep compassion for her as I held her tight and felt her tears soak my shirt while I gently tried to ease her pain by gently stroking her back. She continued with her confession with her cheek against my chest, "And then I met you and I never felt so alive. I've never had a man make me feel the way you do. But I've got my marriage vows and I've got my kids and I can't let anything happen to them." I held her and took all this in as best I could as she was saying it. I knew I had to be careful how I handled this. It wasn't about trying to get into her pants; it was about preserving the friendship we'd developed. I really did enjoy the friendship of the Hendricks and those of their friends and I didn't want to make Tara's life difficult by getting in the way. After thinking about it and realizing Felicia finished saying what she needed to say, I said, "I can appreciate the position your in. When I first met you, I didn't know what to expect. I've become such good friends with you and Mike I don't want to screw that up. I also don't want to screw things up for Tara." Before I could finish what I wanted to say, Felicia blurted out, "Are you leaving? Are you saying Good-Bye?" with panic in her voice.