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Call Me

By: jthserra



He stood without the sheet, shivering as goose bumps covered his pale, naked skin. Trembling as much from nervousness, as from the cold he whispered to her, "Well, I'm here." He squinted, trying to see her in the shadows.

"Yes, just let me look at you a minute," she replied, slowly running her eyes down his body, searching him for some sign of beauty. His unkempt hair dangled down into his eyes, as they shifted from side to side. Looking closely, she could see the hint of blue in their gray coloration. His shoulders slumped forward and there were wisps of brown hair running down the center of his chest.

Under the weight of her inspection, his cock hung flaccidly, draping down to the scrotum drawn tight up beneath him, like a small pin cushion. She looked at the scar on his knee, the lighter skin curled around the inside of his leg and curled up under the kneecap.

"It's been too long Will," she said, stepping into the light, watching him watch her as the sunlight played over her ebony skin. She moved slowly and deliberately, letting the rays of sun curl around her full breasts and down her stomach. Continuing to move, she watched his cock come to life, slowly rising in rhythmic twitches.

"Oh, you like what you see?" she asked, smiling as his growing erection.

"Yes."

"You like what this dark skin feels like, don't you?"

"Y... yes," he stammered.

"And yet..."

"I have to; they'll kill me if I don't."

"What would happen if they found out about us?"

"They'd kill us both."

"You really think they are still that strong, I mean they don't dare walk the streets without police protection," she snarled.

"You just don't understand, it's all done in secret. For the few who march, there are still dozens who sympathize."

"And you?"

"I've changed."

"Have you? Or am I just a touch of dark meat to you?"

"Do you believe that?"

"Should I?"

"No, I love you."

"You love fucking me."

"I love you."

"You called me nigger once!"

"I... I... I was wrong," he beckoned, his cock sagging.

"And still you wear your robe," she said.

"But I am working against them, I am a police infiltrator."

"You weren't always working for the police."

"No, but I changed, I learned. You... you taught me."

"What did I teach you?"

"That... that......"

"Call me nigger."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I don't want to."

"You want to fuck me don't you?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Then call me nigger."

"Why?"

"Because I told you too."

"But why?"

"I want you to see how far you have come. I want you to understand that when your touch my black skin, it is only because I am more, more than you ever were."

"But..."

Kneeling before him, she took his limp cock in her mouth. Running her hands over his balls, she sucked hard, feeling it stiffen in her mouth. Pulling her mouth off him she growled, "Say it."

Feeling completely vulnerable to her, he took a breath and... said nothing.

Squeezing his balls lightly, she said, "Say it." Her mouth then closed over his cock again.

"Nig... nigger," he whispered.

Sliding her mouth off his cock she said, "Say it like you said it to me that once."

He stood there motionless, silent. Standing up, she pressed her breasts against his chest and grasped his balls firmly. "Say it just like you did that time."

"You nigger bitch," he said as his face flushed and a tear formed in his eye.

The words hung in the air, as they glared into each other's eyes. Hate burned through them, his hatred of himself, for being what he once was, her hatred at herself for letting him degrade her like that back then. She pressed her breasts harder against his chest, watching the deep black curves flatten against his fair skin.

Suddenly they crashed together, their lips locking in a brutal kiss, their tongues knifing into each other as they gasped for breath. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him as she backed up onto the bed, where she fell back, pulling him on top of her.

Their mouths and teeth banged together as they landed on the bed, cutting his lip. Tasting the salty metallic taste of his blood, she reached down, grabbed his hard cock and guided it firmly into her wet cunt. Wrapping her legs around him, she raised her hips up to meet his thrusts.

They slammed together, burning the fury inside them in their passion. She felt him kiss her wildly over her face as she ground her nails into his back and squeezed her legs hard around his hips. She came, moaning ferociously as her cunt pulsed around his angry cock. In moments, his whimpers announced his orgasm, as he pressed deep inside her, shooting his white cum.

They lay entwined, a glistening mass of black and white, oddly laced together.

"How can I do this?"

"Do what?" he asked.

"This. This... to be with you like this, I mean I should hate you. Well I hate what you were, but now... now."

"I can't understand how someone as beautiful as you..."

"You are..."

"Look at me. Scraggly hair, beer belly... and look at you. Damn."

"I saw something, something inside you. It was back then you know."

"What?"

"I looked at you, really looked at you."

"When?"

"When you called me a nigger bitch, I saw it."

"What could you have seen?"

"I saw it in your eyes, the pain there. I saw something inside that man you were, an understanding or something."

"That's why you came back?"

"You never called me nigger bitch again."

"Not until today."

"I wanted to make a point."

"Did you succeed?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but something succeeded. Oh, you're still bleeding," she said, grabbing a tissue from the table and dabbing it to his lip. "You should put some ice on it."

"When I get home I will."

"You have to go?"

"You know I do."

"When will all this be over?"

"The police say we're close, real close. I think a few weeks, not much more."

"Is it big?"

"The biggest."

"What is it?"

"You know I can't tell you, not yet."

"But..."

"Remember the fires in the churches?"

"The dead girls?"

"Shh... just remember, just remember."

She watched him stand up to get dressed, his cock still glistening with their juices. A tear trickled down his pale cheek as he whispered, "I love you."

Call Me



Thank you to my new freaky friend, Don for his unsolicited but much appreciated editing...:-)

*****

Shivers coursed through my petite frame as I struggled with the decision before me. Anguish was real and I struggled not to cry as I considered my options. There was no "good choice" that was for sure. I had fucked up and fucked up royally. Things just hadn't been as simple as they should have been.

Stationed overseas and married to a junior officer it was my "duty" to volunteer. And volunteer, I did. Scholarship committees, base charities and local charities that assisted our host country, Italy. I was first in line every time a special request was made. My hubby was military and I supported our troops, period. 

One day much like any other day everything changed. A wife was needed to escort arriving wives to a nearby winery. An Admiral was visiting Sigonella. A small naval air base located on the east coast of Sicily rarely saw visitors of this caliber. 

Two wives were accompanying the Admiral and his wife and his crew. And as I had done in the past, I volunteered. Living off base in the village of Aci Reale gave me better skills for navigating the treacherous roads of Sicily. Also, I was personal friends with a winery owner and a private tour could be arranged. 

Murgo's winery located approximately two thirds up Mt. Etna is a jewel. In the Scammaca family for over five hundred years, the vineyard offered a step into the past. Wine was made the "family" way and varied from table wine to top shelf. There was something for everyone's taste. 

Phone calls were made and plans were set. I was picking up the visitors on base and driving them to the winery by noon. A private tour would commence followed by a tasting. Lunch in the front room overlooking the vineyards was also planned. No attention to detail was ignored. This was my chance to help my husband, David, shine. 

***

The morning dawned hot and sunny. Air held without moving on that dry August day and temperatures were expected to exceed one hundred and ten. "Looking good" was not going to be an easy task. With care, I selected what to wear. A thin cotton sundress in a light green pattern would be both comfortable and stylish. Strappy leather sandals and a couple of pieces of gold jewelry and I was done. 

Standing in front of the full length mirror in our Italian tiled bathroom I took stock of my appearance. It was important I make my husband proud. Golden blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun for comfort and highlighted my slanted green eyes. The sundress hit just above my knee and showcased my figure. Firm size B breasts and amply curved hips were tastefully on display and my legs looked trim and muscular. Satisfied my husband would approve, I grabbed my leather tote and headed to the base. 

***

Pulling up in front of the distinguished Visitors house (DVQ), I took a deep breath. You never know how friendly the senior officer's wives were going to be. Taking a deep breath I opened the door of my silver Punto and stepped into the heat. At only ten AM the heat hit like a wall and I felt the prickling of sweat immediately. 

Sigonella is a small naval air station but the DVQ's were still a big step up from the Navy Lodge. A one story stucco house had been set aside for those guests deserving special consideration. With a smile on my face and tucking an escaped blonde tendril behind my ear I knocked on the dark wood door. 

Sweat was starting to run down my back as I waited in the hot Sicilian sun. MT. Etna was barely visible in the hazy summer air. The Sirocco winds out of Africa had begun and it would be weeks until the wave of heat turned and headed toward some other unfortunates. 

A wave of cool air hit me as the heavy wooden door was opened. Standing before me was a serious middle aged man in naval cameo. Introducing myself as Kelsey Struck, I was sure to add my husband's name and the purpose of my visit. With a nod and a "welcome ma'am" I was admitted into the tiled entryway. 

Laughter preceded the three middle aged women as the entered the entryway. All three were polished looking and carried the air of women used to a life of status. Despite the similarities in dress and manner, it was obvious who the Admirals wife was. 

Two blonde women of about forty five hung on every word the third woman said. Tall, thin and darkly colored, the fifty something woman hadn't even acknowledged my presence. Smile plastered on my angular face I waited. The day was already beginning to look unpleasant at best.

Apologizing for the size of my tiny Italian Punto I led them to my car. Only eleven AM and I had difficulty touching the metal door handle. The sun was blazing and there wasn't a cloud to be seen. Irritation circled within. It looked like I was taking my time to haul a bunch of bitches to my favorite vineyard. . 

The drive was slow and treacherous at times. This was a place that Caesar's aqueducts were still in use and the roads were little more than trails at times. Talk was stilted and displeasure obvious. 

As we headed up MT. Etna our surrounding began to change. No longer surrounded by endless vegetation burned yellow in the heat, we began to ascend into a more forested and slightly cooler landscape. Sweat still continued to form in the used Punto with little air conditioning. The oppressive heat combined with silence and the drive stretched on and on. 

Occasionally I would toss out regional facts as we drove through one small village after another. Other than a courteous acknowledgement no conversation occurred. Continuing to wind my way up the active volcano I inwardly cursed myself for volunteering. 

Finally the dirt road we were seeking appeared. And with a sharp turn to the left we began to ascend rapidly. Each jolt of the Old Italian car brought a round of gasps from my guests. Secretly I longed to be anywhere but here. 

Soon a vista opened to our right and lush vineyards were revealed. Off in the distance lay the Mediterranean. Cobalt blue seas twinkled back at me and I couldn't help but smile. No matter how many time I visited Murgos this view remained stunning. One of the blondes commented on the beauty. The other two, not a word. 

As my car approached the main house, people began exiting and waving to us. Michael, my friend, the second eldest son waited smiling. As my friend he had planned today's activities. More than once the insanely handsome Italian man had made me look good to visiting military. Tall, dark and sexy, wouldn't be the problem. 

Parked I escorted the ladies to Michael, and introductions were made. Finally impressed by their surroundings the three ladies gushed sentiments of approval and gratitude. Michael kissed all that were gathered and we followed him towards the large wooden building beyond the main building. This was where all the wine was made and stored deep within the ground. 

As the ladies were educated about Murgo wine I followed behind happy I didn't have to talk. The tour of the outer building concluded and we headed towards the main yielding. Dark wood, light stucco and lush vegetation rendered the place surreal. It looked like a movie set. 

The air still hot was motionless around us as we continued walking. Sweat was pouring down me and I could feel my sundress beginning to stick to my curves. My blonde bun felt like it was unraveling and my stomach growled. This was not the impression I had hoped to make. 

Before we reached the main building. Karen, the admiral's wife, asked Michael for a private tour of grapevines. Surprise entered me. I had noticed Michael staring at the tall woman but this was a most unusual request. Not to mention the heat continued to soar. The slopping terraces would be miserable in the unrelenting sun. It wasn't my decision.

Watching Karen and Michael walk towards the terrace I did note how close they were standing to one another.

Inside the cool tiled reception room waited a feast and a different wine for each course. Seated food and wine blurred as I gulped instead of sipping. The two blondes became less offensive with each glass I drank.

Already past the antipasti course I began to worry. The private tour seemed too long. Unsure what to do I stood and excused myself. The admiral's wife was my responsibility and I couldn't afford to neglect her. Exiting the back entrance I headed towards the terraced hill. My skin immediately tightened under the blazing sun. Stepping carefully on the crumbling path lined in lava rock I headed towards an out building. These were provided for the winery's workers. It provided a resting place where you could repose and avoid the midday sun.

With no sight of the two, I approached the small stucco building. Whispered moans floated on the air and it was more than obvious what was occurring. This is where I made my first mistake. I should have turned and walked away.

Instead I crept toward the large window provided for air flow. Sounds of passion continued as I peered into the window. There are no words to describe my shock. Karen was reclining on a small cot with her sensible dress pushed up and legs spread wide. Michael was held her long legs high into the air as he lapped at her exposed pussy.

Frozen I watched his tongue make long swipes up and down her slit. Head thrown back, the admiral's wife twisted and pulled on her nipples. She no longer resembled the arrogant woman I met this morning. 

Excitement began in my core. The sounds of their inappropriate behavior built as did the coiling in my belly without thinking my hand crept between my legs and began to circle my clit. Immediately my pink nipples tightened and moisture pooled within.

Forgetting time and place I stood transfixed as I stared at the sex scene before me. Never had I seen others fuck and I loved it. Circling my clit faster I closed my eyes as I neared satisfaction. And as my goal grew closer I opened my slanted green eyes. Staring back were Karen's brown. Anger and panic crossed her face.

There was nothing I could say. She had caught me spying and masturbating. Embarrassment and worry were all I could feel. This wasn't going to be good. Of that I was sure. Turning quickly I rushed away. 

Within a few minutes the two joined us at the long wooden table. Though Karen was obviously distressed the meal continued. The tall woman's anxiety affected the two blondes. No one was having a good time. 

Finally the meal ended and shaken to my core I suggested we head back to the base. Roads treacherous previously now became more difficult. Finally after a completely silent drive I delivered the women to their waiting husbands. Tense pleasantries exchanged I headed home. 

***

Before I had crept two blocks, lights started flashing. No siren was sounded in the densely populated base. With a groan and not near enough concern, I pulled over. Asked to step out of the car, I immediately knew the shit was about to hit the fan. 

A complaint had been called into security. I had been reported driving erratically. I hadn't driven by anyone since leaving the distinguished visitor's quarters. My stomach fell. That ungainful slut had reported me. No way did I stand a chance against the admiral and his wife's complaint.

The flat stare in the tall Master of Arm's (MA) hazel eyes told me a decision had already been made. I tried to appear unworried as I exited my car. Smiling I began to try flirting. My petite frame and blonde hair had helped in the past. 

Interrupting me the MA eyed me up and down. Lust filled eyes continued there inspection of my curves as he informed me that I was headed to security. What happened after that was not his concern. The look on his angular face prevented any argument. He wasn't going to give me a break. And a MA is a cop. His power over me was absolute. 

Handcuffed and trying not to sob I was placed in the car. As I slid into the car my sundress rode up my thigh. Unable to regain my modest I sat there exposed. A smile crossed the MP's deeply tanned face at my obvious discomfort. 

My slow tears turned to sobs as the car crept towards my demise. I was ruined. Even more importantly my husband was ruined. Snot mixed with tears as leaned over onto my side. The ride was over way too soon. Wishing I were dead I continued to sob. And as I sobbed I realized we had stopped moving. The only light I could see came from the full moon. 

###

The door ripped open and I felt the handcuffs grabbed and I was pulled ungracefully from the car. Looking around I saw only moon lit darkness. We were not at security. Confused I looked over to the handsome MA. Only hunger was reflected back as he slowly gazed at my curves again. A small smile appeared on his full lips 

Abruptly his lust filled eyes met my frightened ones. Part of me calmed as I waited for him to proposition me. I knew I would do anything to make it all go away. The faces of my two kids flashed before me and I felt tears beginning to run. I had to get out of this. 

With no emotion I was told what was expected of me. Tears running I begged him to let me go. I had never cheated on David and I didn't want to start. Despite feeling sick to my stomach my nipples hardened under the continued gaze of the officer. 

My words were halted with words I never expected to hear. I could enjoy myself or go to security. It was my choice. He wasn't interested in a woman crying and suffering under him. Slowly he reached one tanned hand out and lightly stroked the curve of my breast. A small smile settled on my face. I didn't really have a choice. Trying to not cry, I agreed.

A softening entered his eyes. My submission to his will had invoked a touch of tenderness. Stroking my face he leaned into kiss me. His lips captured mine and he begin to nibble my lower lip. Arms cuffed behind me I could only lean into his kisses. 

His mouth continued its invasion of mine as his hand lifted to my bun and began to release my honey colored hair. Soon one hand tangled itself into my hair as his other held me by the waist. Pulled to his body I tried not to notice the hardness pressing into my belly. 

Impossibly long kisses continued as his hand wandered down to my firmly curved ass. Lifted by my ass, I was further shoved Ito his body. The feel of chiseled muscles under his camouflage was undeniable and I felt my body responded. 

Horrified I tried to think of my family. It was no use. My nipples hardened under his assault and I felt myself moisten. Shame flooded me. Handcuffed, married and alone with a stranger I should have been numb. Just the opposite was true. My body was beginning to burn. 

Pulling back the handsome MA withdrew his handcuff keys. Gently turned around, I was released. 

"Turn around." A voice soft and serious carried a trace of a southern accent. 

Shaking and aware that my nipples protruded beneath the thin cotton I turned around. Lifting my head my wary green eyes met his lust filled hazel ones. He couldn't have been over twenty but he carried himself with the air of a much older man. A lack of confidence was not his problem. 

Swearing I wouldn't respond I watched his hands tweak my nipples and laugh. He had noticed. Lifting my chin he whispered, "This is going to be fun." His words made me wetter and I again hung my head. 

Telling me it would be ok, he placed his hand on my bare shoulder and guided me to my knees. Trembling I lowered myself onto the crushed lava road. As I watched him unzip his navy camouflage trousers it felt surreal. Just this morning I was bound and determined to help my husband. Now I was on my knees waiting for another man's cock. 

A large naturally tanned cock was released and struck my pink lips. He was probably average length but looked impossibly wide. I would have to stretch my mouth to comply. The wide purplish head bumped my lips again and I opened my mouth. 

My small hand couldn't encircle his throbbing girth when I wrapped my blue tipped fingers around him. Small licks circled his head and the taste of precum entered my mouth. The salty slickness was unlike the familiar taste of my husband. But it was not disagreeable, in fact the strangeness was exciting. I stifled a moan as I drew him deeper into my softening mouth. 

Roughly he grabbed the back of my head as he plunged down my throat. No man had ever touched me this way. My hubby was always considerate. His animalistic behavior was intoxicating and I found myself wanting to please him. My reaction more instinctual than intellectual.

Time suspended as he continued thrusting deeply in my throat. The whole time he was telling me how good I looked with a cock in my mouth and how beautiful I was. I wish his words hadn't thrilled me but they did. 

Each thrust brought tears to my eyes and gagging I took all of him. His movements continued roughly and thrills ran through me at his use of me. Feeling like a fuck toy was new and resonated deep down inside with all that cried for domination. Coiling begin within and I sucked with all my might. 

How long he fucked my throat I couldn't say. Over and over again he rammed his cock deep into my mouth. Breathing was difficult and my lips were stretched around his throbbing width as he began to tense. Hips jerking he yelled for me to suck him empty and then he exploded. Complying I sucked wave after wave of thick creamy cum. 

Gasps ripped from my throat as he withdrew. Sitting back on my heels I looked up to man who had me do the unmentionable. Leaning down he wiped a little cum from my lip and thrust his finger in my mouth. I quickly sucked his finger clean. 

With disbelief I watched his cock begin to twitch to life. Eyes wide I looked up. Laughing he said "don't worry I don't have time to finish fucking you." Prodding his cock back into my mouth and with a voice all military he told me to look up. As I did the sound of his cell phone taking pictures entered my reality. "Now smile and look happy." Cock in mouth I did. 

Pictures taken he carefully tucked his still rigid cock back into his uniform. Then he said what I feared. He demanded my phone number and then gave me a list of instructions. Those pictures guaranteed I couldn't argue. A voice deep down cheered and horrified me reminded myself of who I was. 

Calls would be made. Sometimes it would be him. Other times, especially when he needed extra money it would be other men. I was being whored out. Period. And I better be a happy whore. Even as my heart sank I felt tingling rise between my legs. What was my problem?

Without much ceremony I was returned to my car. Leaning in my window he kissed me. Even more confused I opened my mouth to his. The kiss ended quickly and as he walked away he reminded me to have my phone with me night and day. 

Stunned I sat there. Staring out the window I didn't know how I was going to face David. Even as my heart hurt I began to rub myself between my legs. Forced to submission left me wet and wanting. 

####

Going home hadn't been easy. The hour long drive up to Aci Reale seemed to never end. David was waiting. How could I ever keep this secret? Prickles formed on my skin as I drove through one small village after another. 

As I pulled up in front of the terra cotta colored villa we rented I took a deep breath. I could do this. Altoids chewed I approached our heavy wood door. When I left this morning I was a devoted wife. Now I was struggling with unnatural desires. I wanted the phone to ring. 

Before I could open the door it swung open. My hubby stood there grinning big. Bright blue eyes sparkling he asked how it went. Smile plastered on face I reassured him. I had been nothing but nice to the bitches and couldn't imagine a negative reporting. 

"I'm so proud of you." And I was lifted to my toes. Kisses full of lust and possession claimed me as his own. Sighing inside I relaxed into his touch. This moment was safe from my body's betrayal. Needing cock I began to run my hands along David's muscular body. 




Call Me



Kisses continued and increased. Pride turned to aggression and I was soon pinned against the wrought iron staircase. Fire burned through me and I moaned. Needing to be fucked I pressed hard into my husband and wiggled my hips. 

The sound of my husband's groan as he turned me around lifted me and sent moisture pooling between my legs. Small yelps and whimpers entered the room as David squeezed, pulled and pinched my breasts. Need had become insistent and I whispered "please."

David mouth claimed my slender neck and was followed by bites and kisses. Goosebumps ran the length my body. My neck is one of my most sensitive places and my breath increased as his attention continued. Eight and half rigid inches thrust into the small of my back. 

The aroma of my desire circled us and held the two of us in its embrace. For a moment I forgot all else and shoved back, hard. Told gruffly to get on my knees, I complied happily. Wiggling my firmly curved ass at David I encouraged him further.

Getting on his knees behind me David flipped the thin cotton material out of his way. Gazing at my ass he began to massage my cheeks roughly. Acting more like a slut than I had ever before I crudely made my need known. 

Not one to disappoint my husband lined up the dark pink head of his cock with my pussy. Nudging forward he found my waiting folds. Gripped by my warmth David again groaned and began to slowly move. 

Slow movements soon gave way to deep thrusts and I spoke my appreciation. Given the green light my husband began to pound. Slippery wetness welcomed his invasion. Grabbing my lightly tanned hips he pulled me back. Now my deepest recesses were struck as he continued. 

Joy swelled in me at my husband's dominance. I was his to do with as he would. Jolted back and forth I rode my husband's rhythm. Soon I felt the familiar swelling within as David neared his goal. Sounds more primitive than civilized poured from my hubby as he ground himself deep.

Spurts of hot cum filled me as I moaned with satisfaction. Jerking with release my husband collapsed. His weight settled and I lowered myself to the Turkish rug beneath me. His body covering mine David whispered words of love. And while my husband continued to love me I dreamed of the MA's cock. Shame filled me and I returned my husband's words of love.

Rolling to his side David pulled me next to his body. As our heartbeats returned to normal the MA's cock returned to my thoughts. How could I want another man to use me? I didn't understand it but it was true nonetheless. 

Nudging my husband I reminded him it was my turn. Laughing my husband rolled onto his back. Crawling over him I lowered my cum filled pussy onto his face. Licking at me David made "yummy" sounds. Giggling I ground my bare pussy into his face. Our combined juices were my husband's favorite dessert. 

As his tongue began to circle my clit I heard my phone buzz. Without explanation I jumped and ran to catch the call. After what seemed like a million minutes I flipped my phone open and said hello.

A voice low and gravely instructed me to be behind the auto port near the base in two hours. Before I could answer the stranger disconnected. My compliance was without question...

Continuing to support our troops...Yogakay.



Call Me



Laureen's husband Earl was a good provider but he was always on out of town business trips for two to three days at a time. As the area rep for Brabant newspapers he was responsible for selling advertising from one end of the state to the other.

Brabant publisher a series of weekly small-town newspapers in a dozen towns and Earl Simpson's job was to sell display advertisement to the local merchants. With his expense account he managed to do quite well financially.

Laureen enjoyed the lifestyle Earl's salary supported but missed his company being alone so much of the time surrounded by her beautiful suburban home. Even the inground pool in their large back garden did not fill the void left by Earl's constant absence.

Dee Whitney and her husband Al lived next door to the Simpson's. Dee had become Laureen's best friend during the brief six month they had lived on Abbey Court. Like Laureen, Dee was a grass widow as her husband was constantly on the road as a union representative.

Both Laureen and Dee were tall and attractive, Laureen a redhead complete with freckles and Dee a dark hair beauty. That was where the similarity ended, whilst Laureen was very quite and reserved Dee was out going and uninhibited.

The dark hair wife wore provocative clothes and constantly flirted with men during her husband's absence. Whether it was the telephone repairman or a pizza delivery lad she would never fail to have her needs looked after.

Dee was constantly chastising Laureen for not taking advantage of her husband's absence to add variety to her sex life. She revealed how she was fucking men who came to her door for one reason or another. She told Laureen that their husbands were getting their pieces of ass while on the road.

Laureen found it hard to believe Earl was cheating on her but Dee's steady diatribe started her doubting him. Laureen had not been with another man since long before their marriage five years ago. Dee's persistent heckling "what's good for the goose..." got Laureen thinking.

He wasn't handsome and he was old enough to be Laureen's father but he looked safe. Laureen had hired Peter Teichmuller to clean her carpets and he had arrived a bit earlier than 10 am for his appointment and caught Laureen still in her robe.

Laureen was naked beneath the robe and the thought of being so scantily dressed alone with this complete stranger excited her. Ideas flashed through the young wife's mind as the rug cleaner brought his equipment in from his van.

Laureen pointed out the areas she wanted clean and Teichmuller got right to work shampooing the carpet. As the cleaner droned doing its task the aroused wife disappeared into her bedroom to apply her makeup and fix her hair. She exchanged the long terry housecoat for a short semi-transparent number and returned to see how Teichmuller was doing.

Peter looked up from the carpet and saw the almost naked wife coming into the room. With the sunlight behind her naked figure was silhouetted through the thin material of her gown. He could see very detail of her charms and she watched him closely for any sign of disapproval in his eyes.

Laureen's stiff nipples poked out under the sheer gown and Teichmuller's eyes dropped to see that she was completely shaven

"Wunderbar!" Teichmuller gasped.

Laureen had crossed that invisible line and began her journey down the road of being a slut. She slipped her gown off her shoulders and allowed it to drop into a pile around her ankles and stood naked before the astonished carpet cleaner.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she smiled.

They fucked right there in the middle of the living room floor on the still damp carpet. Teichmuller climbed on top of the nude housewife and slid his fat cock into her hungry pussy. Laureen's legs clamped around him like a pair of human vicegrips

The German took his time and savored the young wife's body, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of her tight pussy.

It had been over a week since Laureen had been laid. The past weekend she had been on her period and Earl had opted for a blowjob instead of screwing her. Teichmuller's cock quickly started her juices flowing. 

Her hips gyrated in eccentric circles in symphony with the German's cock sliding in and out of her neglected fuck hole. She contracted her pelvic muscles and thrust her hips upwards in an effort to get maximum penetration from Teichmuller's cock.

"You can come in me." she whispered as her orgasm neared.

Laureen was on the pill and could accept the carpet cleaner's sperm with impunity. 

Her orgasm was better than she had hoped for. On her first episode of infidelity she thought she may be too uptight to allow herself to come. It hit her as fine as any she had had in recent recollection, sending waves of spasms throughout her entire body. Laureen moaned the moan of ecstasy as her fingernails dug into the German's back. She felt her cunt being flooded with his cum.

Like a naughty school girl Laureen could not wait to confess her transgression to Dee.

"It was fucking great!" she said across the kitchen table as they sat over coffee

"I told you that you would like it." Dee bragged.

Laureen gave her neighbor a detailed account of how she had seduced the old man and how they had fucked in the middle of her living room on the wet carpet.

"Do you know Brian Wilson the firefighter who lives on the corner?" Dee asked.

Laureen had seen Wilson coming and going through her living room window. He was a dark hair thirties guy and not bad looking. He had a pretty Portuguese wife and two children, a girl and a boy, both under five-years-old. 

"What about him?" Laureen asked.

"I can set you up with him cause his wife hasn't got time for him." Dee smiled. "We've been fucking for almost a year now." 

Laureen's heart skipped a beat, fucking a neighbor who knew her?

"We can make it a threesome at my place the first time." Dee offered.

Laureen had tasted the forbidden fruit, "OK" she agreed.

Laureen went over to Dee's house half-a-hour before Wilson was due to arrive to get ready. She had just thrown her raincoat on over her naked body. Dee as wearing a pair of sheer baby-dolls and had the bedroom ready for their threesome.

Laureen noticed Dee had set her camcorder up on a tripod at the foot of the bed ready to capture the action. Dee liked to video her encounters for later viewing when she was feeling horny.

Brian snuck in Dee's back door right on schedule to find the two delectable morsels waiting for his cock.

Laureen felt sort of self-conscious as her neighbor scanned her naked body obviously liking what he saw.

"C'mon let's get started." Dee said leading them into her boudoir. 

Dee laid herself across the bed while Brian disrobed. Laureen joined Dee on the bed and watched Wilson removing his clothes. When he pulled down his boxers out popped the most beautiful cock Laureen had seen in a ling time.

He was about seven or eight inches long, fairly thick with a slight upwards curvature. His cockhead was a perfect smooth mushroom that Laureen knew would feel so good in her pussy.

Naked he joined his two paramours on the bed.

Dee immediately went down on him swallowing his erection in her mouth. While Laureen watched she took his entire cock inside her head. Her lips sealed around his shaft and her cheek concave in as she began sucking Brian's meat.

Oh fuck you're such a good cocksucker!" Wilson groaned.

After deepthroating Wilson's cock Dee gave him a few good sucks before relinquishing it to Laureen.

It had been years since the redhead had sucked anyone's cock besides her husband's. Timidly she took the hard on glistening with Dee's saliva in her hand and guided it to her mouth.

It felt bigger than Earl's, thicker and longer. Laureen run her tongue up the underside of it as she sealed her lips around its circumference. Tilting her head back she allowed the smooth head to enter her throat. With expertise Wilson's entire cock passed over Laureen's lower lip. Her thumb and finger encircling the trunk of his cock she began milking his cum into her warm, wet mouth.

Dee left Laureen with her mouth full of cock and moved up to straddle Wilson's face. Pulling the gusset of her panties aside she lowered her pussy onto Brian's mouth. Brian opened his mouth to receive Dee's meaty taco. Wilson's tongue parted Dee's meat curtains seeking her engorged clitoris.

Laureen felt Wilson's cock throbbing in her mouth and she knew he was about to shoot his load. Should she take it in her mouth? She knew if the head of his cock was partway down her throat when he comes his jism would slide directly down her gullet without flooding her tongue with his salty snot. She increased the tempo of her action to bring him over the top. 

Laureen felt it more than tasted it, gobs of warm cum sliding down her gullet as if she was swallowing raw oyster. It felt like quite a large load, two or three good size rounded heaps of snot like cream heading for her belly. 

Having ingested Wilson's sperm Laureen wanted his cock in her pussy so she could get her reward.

Dee was in the throes of her orgasm straddling Wilson's face. 

Satisfied Dee dismounted and Laureen replaced Dee's cunt with her breasts. Wilson's cum soaked lips locked around Laureen's nipple as he begin nursing on her tit. Dee moved back down to resurrect Wilson's exhausted cock.

Dee tasted residual cum of his flaccid prick as she took it into her mouth. He was still wet with Laureen[s saliva. As he suckled on the redhead's tit life begin to return to his cock in Dee's mouth. In minutes he was ready to penetrate a cunt.

"He's ready!" Dee said removing her head from Wilson's restored cock.

Leaving her nipple in Wilson's mouth Laureen swung her leg over his erection and positioned her opening right above its head. She lowered her haunches taking Wilson's cock into her pussy.

He felt good, oh so good! A nice firm cock ready to do her bidding. Laureen slipped down on the firefighter's hose. Laureen slid her cunt up and down on Wilson's pole as if she was polishing it with her vaginal wall as se began to excrete pussy juice onto his cock. 

"Ride it baby!" Dee cheered as her neighbors fucked in her bed.

Wilson was humping under her thrusting his cock upwards into the depths of her desire. Laureen's cunt was doing marvelous things. Each time the cock rammed into her her pussy would gasp as if she had been punched in the belly chomping on his meat like a catfish on a big juicy worm. The redhead could not get enough cock in her.

"Give me a turn!" Dee interrupted.

"Just a minute." Laureen replied.

She could feel her orgasm blossoming and did not want to surrender the cock just yet, another minute of fucking and she would come.

"Fuck me hard." she demanded.

The firefighter grasped her hips and made his supreme effort to bring her to the pinnacle of their fucking.

"Oh yes! Yes!" Laureen cried and the orgasm engulfed her.

Laureen relinquished Wilson's spent cock to Dee. A string of cum stretched from her pussy from his cockhead as she rose off of her stallion.

"Shit that was the best ever!" Laureen smiled.

The pair of wanton housewives spent the better part of the afternoon wearing Wilson out before sending him home top his wife and kids.

The following day Dee revealed her scheme to Laureen over coffee in the Simpson's kitchen.

"We can make a fortune." Dee pleaded.

Laureen's neighbor had suggested they set up a call-girl business. The two of them could entertain a parade of men charging big bucks for the privilege of fucking a horny wife. Dee said she knew enough guys to get then started and once the word got out they would be fucking every day. 

Laureen was uncertain, having the odd piece of ass now and again was one thing but becoming a paid whore was something different.

"How much do you think they would pay?" Laureen asked curiously.

"At least a hundred bucks!" Dee answered.

A hundred dollars for doing something she loved doing anyway, it sounded too good.

"OK, I will try it." Laureen agreed her horny pussy winning the argument.

"I'll call Angelo and let him know." Dee happily smiled.

Angelo Castiglioine was one of Dee's earliest extra-marital lovers. The forty-five-year-old used car lot manager had seduced her when she had purchased her Mazda Percidia from him.

Angelo was a generously proportioned second-generation Canadian coming from Sicilian stock. He had a gorgeous statuesque trophy wife and allegedly connected with the local Mafia boss. He lived in a swank house on a hilltop overlooking a large inground pool and mixed in the right circles to set the girls up in the business.

Ken Knickles didn't mind dropping a c-note to fuck a girl new in the business. Knickles was in the wholesale jeweler business, not precious stones but just the costume stuff. He made a good buck flogging his stuff to the East Indians who had booths at the flea markets and festivals.

In his late forties the short blonde guy had been laid-off by Westinghouse after working in their marketing division for almost twenty years. Drifting from low paying job to job his wife had left him to live with their daughter and son. One of Knickles last pleasures in life was poking a good looking prostitute.

Angelo had given him Laureen's number explaining he would be her first paying customer. 

Knickles met Laureen in the Town Manor bar as arranged. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the red hair knockout, she was much better than he had dared to expect. Knickles had always had a fondness for redheads but until now had never had one.

After exchanging small talk over a drink they headed upstairs to the room Knickles had booked.

Laureen was apprehensive about to under go her baptism by fire. She was determined to give Knickles his money's worth.

Laureen had dressed to impress her first client. Her bra and panties were an expensive Victoria's Secret matching set, the bra just half-cup pushup with her nipples peaking over the top and the panties French-cut bikinis that barely concealed her mons. Laureen had never bought such expensive underwear before but looked at it as an investment in her career.

The bra and panties were silver gray silk decorated by tiny pink roses. A scarlet garter belt held up her red thigh high stockings. All this beauty was covered with an elegant black sheath dress with spaghetti straps over her freckled shoulders. 

They were silent in the elevator as they rode up to the fourth floor with a businessman sharing the lift with them. The forthcoming events were flooding Laureen's mind as the walked down the carpeted hallway to room 410.

In the style of the Town Manor the room was decorated in a Spanish motif. A large lithograph of a matador challenging El Toro hung over the head of the spacious bed. The furnishings were of a rich hue mahogany.

Knickles headed to the mini-bar fridge to get them a drink.

Laureen slipped into the bathroom to remove her dress and fix her hair and makeup. Minutes later she emerged in her lingerie ensemble. Knickles handed her a glass containing an ice cube and some amber color liquid while he approvingly scanned the body that was about to be his to use.

Laureen tasted her drink and found it was a strong concoction of whiskey and ginger ale. She sat in an upholstered wing-back chair and took her cigarettes from her purse. 

Knickles rushed to gallantly light her cigarette for her as she put it between her full lips. Laureen inhaled and blew out a cloud of blue smoke.

What would you like first?" she asked.

"Do you suck cock?" Knickles asked.

"Yours I do." Laureen answered bashfully 

She rose from her chair and walked to where Knickles sat on the edge of the bed. Dropping to her stocking knees she unfastened his trousers. Laureen's hand dug into the open trousers and funding what she was looking for she brought out Knickles' erection. It was a beautiful cock with a large mushroom head capping about seven inches of thick shaft. Laureen opened her mouth and dropped her head onto his cock.

Knickles felt his cock being swallowed into the redhead's warm, wet mouth. Her tongue caressing it as her lips sealed around his mid-shaft. He filled his hands with Laureen's fiery red hair.

Laureen was getting pretty good at sucking cocks. She was not squeamish like other girls about putting cocks in her mouth and soon learned how to maneuver tem into a comfortable position to get them off. She liked to have the guy's cockhead as far back into her throat as possible so when her came his load would slither right down without backing up filling her mouth. For Laureen allowing cum escaping her mouth was a sign of a sloppy blow job.

Knickles groaned like all guys did when the redhead had them in her mouth. She knew her mouth had more control on a cock than her cunt did and she could take the guy on a trip from one peak to another letting his slowly subside when he got too close just to start tantalizing his cock again when he was off guard. Laureen found herself playing this cat and mouse game with Knickles' cock.

Laureen's jaw began to ache so she decided to bring Knickles to his climax. He was deep in her throat with her left hand gently cupping his balls when her teeth lightly scraped down the length of his shaft, this always got them off.

His cum came all at once, powerful spurts of thick, creamy snot firing out of his cum cannon in rapid succession. Laureen lurched forward driving him further down her throat as she collected his sperm. Knickles groaned as he emptied his balls into her.

Triumphantly Laureen withdrew Knickles' spent cock from her mouth, his sperm glistening on her lips.

"God, where did you learn to suck cock like that?" an exhausted Knickles asked.

"My mother taught me!" Laureen smiled.

Laureen knew she would have some time before Knickles was ready to go again. She did a little strip routine while Knickles watched her from the bed.

First off came her bra allowing her breasts to spill out into his view. She sat in the chair and carefully unfastened the tops of her stockings and peeled them seductively down her long legs flicking them off of her toes. She stood once again to unfasten the garter belt.

Knickles watched fascinated as Laureen's thumbs hooked under the waistband of her expensive panties. Like the unveiling of work of art she tugged the bit of silk slowly down over her hips revealing her smooth cock receptacle. Knickles could feel himself sliding into her warm, most pocket already.

Laureen sat naked on the bed beside him and kissed his lips. Knickles' hand went to her bare breast as he responded to her passionate kiss.

"I want you in me." She whispered into his ear.

Knickles could feel the life flowing back into his limp cock as Laureen's warm breath entered is ear and her breast felt like a soft lump of pizza dough that required kneading. Releasing her breasts his hand went to her pussy, she was ready!

"Take me." She said lying back onto the bed.

Knickles climbed on top of the horizontal redhead's waiting body. Legs spread-eagle Laureen awaited her lover's cock.

The head of Knickles' cock found the entrance to Laureen's gasping cunt which swallowed it like a hungry python. Inch after inch of his cock slid into the pretty redhead's warm cage. Laureen moaned softly as his ball pressed against her.

With Knickles cock buried deep within her womanhood Laureen wrapped her long legs around his hips in an octopus grip. Pulling him securely inside of her she began to grind his meat with the gyrations of her cunt.

Knickles moaned as her vaginal wall squeezed and pulled at his cock as her mouth had done previously. Knickles could not endure any further torture and he forfeited another load of his sperm to the whore wife.




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Laureen's womb absorbed Knickles' cum like a dry sponge, every nook a cranny oozing with his white sticky fluid. Knickles had got his money's worth.

"Knickles says you're a good fuck?" Angelo said to the beaming redhead.

After her encounter with Knickles Angelo had asked Laureen to come to his house to meet. They were in Angelo's basement "Family Room" while his wife and kids were busy upstairs.

"I think he enjoyed himself." Laureen boasted.

"I think I should try you." Castiglione announced.

"What about Camille?" Laureen asked referring to Castiglione's wife.

"You can fuck her later." Angelo grinned, "Get your clothes off."

Laureen had suspected she would eventually have to compensate Castiglione for getting her dates. Fucking the grease ball with his wife nearby was a little unsettling. Obediently Laureen began removing her clothes as Castiglione watched critically.

Laureen could see the approval in Angelo's eyes as she removed her bra and allowed her creamy white mounds to spill out into his view. His eyes locked on her crotch as she peeled down her panties.

She left her heels on for effect as she stood tall and proud naked before him.

"What do you think?" she asked striking a pose for him.

"Knickles says you're a good cocksucker?" Castiglioine replied.

What was it about guys wanting to get their cocks sucked? Laureen expected his trophy wife upstairs would not put a dick in her mouth for fear of being called a slut.

"I've had no complaints!" Laureen smiled walking over the where he sat on the overstuffed sofa.

Laureen dropped to her knees before him as she began to rummage in his trousers for his cock. She found it quickly standing erect and wrestled it out into the open. Angelo was not big but his cock was fat and would be a mouthful. As he amused himself with her breasts she lowered her mouth over his erection.

Castiglione grunted his approval as Laureen swallowed his chubby dick. She cradled his balls in her left hand while her right thumb and fingers encircled the Italian's thick stump. Her lips sealed him into her mouth as she inhaled.

Laureen's tongue explored Castiglione's cock whilst she maneuvered him into position to enter her throat. Sort and fat she decided, a nice smooth mushroom head though. Laureen imagined what it was going to feel like in her pussy as he grabbed the back of her head and found his way into her gullet.

Castiglione skull fucked her hard without compassion, emptying his balls down her throat.

Swallowing his snot she readied herself to be fucked.

"On your belly, I want to fuck your ass!" Castiglione ordered as she lay on her back across the sofa.

Anal sex was not part of Laureen's repertoire but she felt unable to deny the Italian ass-bandit his pleasure. Dutifully she rolled over.

She felt Angelo work his still hard cock between her buttocks and press its head against her tight back door. He moved it around like he was stirring a can of paint in an attempt to loosen her up.

"Ooooooomph!" he rammed her.

Laureen's barricade yielded under the force and the Italian's cock slid into her dirt chute. Ball's deep in her nicely rounded ass he began to cornhole the pretty wife.

"How do you like that bitch?" he asked as he rode her ass like a Braymer bull.

Laureen could hear his wife just above them probably watching a soap opera while her husband was enjoying the redhead bimbo down below her.

Laureen's new life was more exciting than being a bored neglected housewife.



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"Call me when you get in the car," he'd said.

She wondered what he was up to but she had a good idea. There was a huskiness to his voice that gave his intent away, but her mind reeled with fantastic possibilities. Together they were new to this game, but they were both exploring new sides of themselves, using new ideas to unleash their sexual desires. She was already wet thinking about it. Her mind was no longer concentrating on the assortment of lingerie that hung before her in the local mall's Victoria's Secret. Instead thoughts of him controlling her tore her focus apart and she decided to head towards the parking lot.

As she neared the doors leading to the huge parking lot, she pulled out her cellphone ready to call him. She waited, though, because while the directions had been simple, they had also been specific. Wait until she's in the car. Where the hell was the car? She held the phone tightly in her hand as she walked quickly toward her vehicle. Fumbling for her keys, she couldn't believe how much her hands were shaking. She withdrew the keys and pressed the button on the key fob to unlock the door. She barely heard the click of the lock; her heart pounding in her ears.

She put the few bags she had in the back seat and then climbed into the driver's seat. She sat for a moment and took a deep breath. She flipped open the phone and speed-dialed him. The phong rang three times; she was afraid it would go to voice mail. He picked up at the last second.

"Hey..." she started, "I don't know that I..."

"Don't say anything," he paused waiting to see if she would continue. She didn't. "Start the car and drive to an inconspicuous spot in the parking lot away from most of the other cars."

He stopped talking and waited for her to do as instructed. She started the car, and backed out. Her breathing was deep, trying to gain control of the pounding in her heart as she looked around for a secluded spot that would ensure no one would be walking by, but not so far away that someone might come see what was going on. She found a spot that she thought fit the bill, but was still unsure of its safety from viewers' eyes. She turned the key so the engine would quit, but the radio would continue to play.

"Are you there?" he asked.

"Yes," she breathed. Her voice came out as a whisper.

"Push your seat all the way back." She did.

"Lean your seat all the way back." His voice had taken on a sultry but commanding quality. This was a side of him she hadn't experienced before and it was completely hot. She pulled the lever that allowed her to lean back to an almost completely supine position.

"Are you wet?" he asked.

"Mmm hmm," she answered. She knew words wouldn't come.

"Mmmm. Okay, babe, unbutton your jeans and unzip them."

Her chest was tight. This was testing her boundaries, but it was completely exciting and erotic. She did as she was told. Her hands shook making it more difficult to get the zipper down than normal. The cool winter air that never warmed up in the car kissed her skin just above her panty's waistband.

"Touch yourself over your panties," he whispered.

She slid her hand between the denim and the soft cotton of her panties. She could feel the warm moistness through the fabric. A soft, drawn out moan eased from her lips into his ear.

"Can you feel the wetness, babe?" His voice was deep and enticing, pulling her deeper into this erotic experience. "Rub yourself softly for me using full strokes."

She complied. The excitement of such a new experience washed over her causing her sex became even more sensitive to her touch. The fear of someone seeing her added a new dimension to her sensations. Her hand moved slowly back and forth and she lost herself in his voice.

"Imagine me touching you," he said, his voice soft. "I'm there, my hand exploring you. You feel so hot under my fingers."

She continued moving her hand over herself, feeling the wetness, waiting for his next request. 

"Pull your jeans down just past your panties." His voice, forceful and sudden, caused her to jump. His command surprised her and excited her. She put the phone on the middle console as she used both hands to slide the jeans over her hips where they rested on the middle of her thighs.

"Okay," she moaned.

"Now slip your hand under your panties; feel the wetness."

"Mmmmmmmm," she couldn't express herself in words.

"I want you to imagine my mouth on you. My breath is hot on your pussy as I trace my tongue over you. Tasting your juices. I probe inside of you, spreading your lips with my tongue." His voice is but a whisper in her ear.

Her fingers slid over her mound easily, the wetness soaking her soft, curly hair. She could feel the orgasm building inside of her.

"I want you to stick two fingers inside of yourself," he said. She moaned her acquiesence. "Now, rub your clit with your thumb."

She touched her thumb to herself, and felt the tingles explode up her spine. She heard him say that she was to fuck herself with her fingers, his voice distant but very much inside of her mind. She moved her fingers slowly in and out, her juices covering them while her thumb still rotated in circles over her sweet spot. The overwhelming sensation of orgasm rushed at her as she moaned louder in his ear.

"I want my cock inside of you. I want to fill you...." his voice faded as she lost herself in the sensations raging within her. The feelings surged forward suddenly, wishing to overcome her.

"Can I cum?" she begged. "Please."

"Yes, you may cum," he allowed.

She released the gate and the flood of intense pleasure washed over her. Her moans were loud in his ear. She called his name as he coaxed her on, willing her to keep cumming for him. The waves continued to crash into her as her sex convulsed at her touch.

He was breathing hard in her ear as he listened to her vocalize her enjoyment. She leaned her head back against the headrest completely oblivious of any activity that might be taking place outside her windows. She cooed at him, almost whimpering, unable to find the words to voice to him. He waited.

She took a few deep breaths and then asked if he had cum with her. He said that he hadn't, and she moaned her displeasure.

"That one was for you, babe," he answered to her unspoken question.

She was still rubbing herself, keeping the constant pressure alive within her; her fingers were very wet.

"I want you to cum with me," she said. "I want to hear you cumming too."

He paused and she knew that she was pushing his boundaries too. This excited her further.

"Hold on," he replied. She waited for him, the soft sound of a zipper and cloth rustling in the speaker of her phone. "I'm ready. God, my cock is so fucking hard, babe, so fucking hard."

"Are you ready?" she teased. She massaged her clit lightly as she imagined the words that would bring him to orgasm quickly. He moaned his response in her ear.

"Mmmm...I want to suck on your cock," she said. "You're hard as I take you in my hand and bring my lips to your head. I lick the tip."

She can hear him gasping lightly in her ear, his silence typical as he works himself to her words. His breathing fuels her hand as she continues to fondle herself, the image of him stroking himself large in her mind.

"I pull you into my warm mouth, taking you all the way in, deepthroating you. You feel hot in my mouth."

His moans grew louder in her ear. Her body responded with the swell of ecstasy pooling between her legs again, quickly coming to a height as she lost herself in his groans. She began to moan with him calling his name as he called hers. Together they worked themselves listening to each other, thoughts of their bodies colliding in passion weaving through their minds.

"Mmmmm...I can't think, baby. I'm sorry...I can't...make the words..." She was lost in the sound of his voice. He said it was fine as he listened to her vocal pleasure, his voice stuttered with the intensity of his jacking. It seemed like forever that they just listened to each other moan and breathe as they touched themselves. And then he whispered her name.

"Are you cumming?" she asked. Her hand worked inside of herself as she moved rapidly, bringing herself to the brink.

A moan was all he could mutter.

"Oh, god, I'm...I'm," the words stuck in her throat. She was losing herself in the intensity as her body began to shudder beneath her fingers. "Oh, baby...oh, baby." Her lower half was on fire; her heart was pounding in her chest.

He begged her to cum for him as he was obviously on the brink himself. His breathing quickened, getting louder in her ear. She moaned at him, calling his name as her fingers worked her slit with fury. 

"Oh, ooh," the initial sounds of his release set her off into ecstasy. "I'm cumming," he gasped.

She opened the dam holding back her own release and they climaxed together. Thoughts of the other filled their minds as the sounds mingled together hotly over the phones. Her sex was drenched and she was covered in a light sweat. Her heart was tight in her chest, her breath coming deep and with effort. She was coming down from the edge as she listened to him finish off his own orgasm. Together they sighed satisfied.

They sat in silence for a few moments, each letting the other catch their breath with the phones still to their ears.

"You are fucking incredible, babe," he whispered lovingly. "Fucking incredible."

She giggled as she pulled up her pants over her soaked panties. "You too," she said, "I can't believe the way you make me feel. I think you could make me do anything."

He laughed warmly at her statement and she knew he was already thinking of tways to take her up on the challenge.



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"Hello?" Denna asked, waiting for a response. 

"Yeah, I'm trying to reach Beth." A man's voice said with a pause.

"I think you have the wrong number. My name is Denna."

"Oh, sorry about that. Maybe I should just talk to you instead. Your voice sounds better than hers." he laughed with a sexy tone.

"I won't get any work done if I talk to you," leaking a small hidden giggle, flirting with him.

"If you don't mind, I certainly don't." 

"What could we possibly talk about? I don't even know your name. " Denna's curious tone began to change the pitch of her voice.

"It's John and I'll let you pick the subject, since I interrupted you." he said, waiting for her response.

"It's no interruption, John." which wasn't completely the truth. "Well, we don't want to talk about work. So let's just leave that out of it." she paused. "What do you prefer, Summer or Winter?"

"Summer. I like the heat more so then the cold. I think it's easier to cool off than it is to warm up." his voice showed a small hint of seduction. "And you? Which do you prefer?"

"I am the same way. I love summers. I spent too much time around the cold when I was younger so now I really enjoy the heat." she said, searching for her next question.

John's voice poured into the phone over the course of the next hour as they talked about food, sports, and what they disliked. His voice was sexy as he breathed, laughed, even when he cleared his throat. Each thing that he revealed kept her on the phone with him longer.

Denna glanced at the clock more than once, knowing that appointments waited while she continued chatting with him. Every time she wanted to hang up the phone, John somehow managed to keep her talking a little longer.

"Okay, I really have to go. Or I am going to be late for my next client." Denna said firmly. 

"I really enjoyed our conversation. I wish we could talk longer." John's voice spoke volumes.

Denna was sure that he was smiling. " Call me again, John." she said, without thinking. 

"I will. Goodbye, Denna." he said reluctantly. 

"Goodbye, John." she repeated as the line went dead.

The next day......

Denna stood, hunched over a big, black desk. Her laptop at one side and at the other, stacked high, folders and papers were scattered everywhere. Most of the afternoon she searched for a project she previously worked on. Papers dropped onto the floor at her feet as she sighed, getting frustrated. Her leather chair was pushed back against the window overlooking the backyard. A home office with a view, you could see the pond just outside the window. Then the phone rang.

"Hello, this is Denna." she said, in a business tone.

"Is it lunch time yet?" John chuckled.

"Hi! My lunchtime already came and went." she said, still frustrated. "But, I am ready for a break!" as she walked over to the sofa chair and sat down at the edge of it.

"So, take that break and talk to me." he said with a smooth voice, listening to her move, to get comfortable. "I'd tell ya to let your hair down but, I can't see you."

"Today, it's a business skirt, soft black blouse and my hair is down." she added, giving him a little to go on as she quietly toyed with the buttons on her blouse.

"Oh, that sounds nice." John sighed. "So does that mean your barefooted?" he laughed. "You can't truly relax until you take off your shoes."

"I am wearing heels." Denna added. "Is there anything else you'd like to know?" she asked, almost sure the next question would be what's underneath. Denna tried to decide if she'd tell him as she took a breath, feeling the anticipation, sliding her fingers around the inside of her blouse, opening it slightly.

"What color are your eyes?" he finally asked.

"Green" she answered softly.

"And what color are yours?" bringing her finger to her mouth as she bit at her finger nail.

"Haze,l but they seem to change color with what I wear, or so I'm told. " his voice went deeper.

Denna felt herself take a breath, wondering what he had on, but skipped over the question.

"And your hair, how long and what color is it?" he quickly asked, noticing she didn't come back with another question.

"A rich dark brown, stops at my shoulders." she answered, laying her head back onto the soft cushion of her chair as she let out a relaxing sigh. "And yours?"

"Brown and really short all the way around but, plenty to grab towards the top." he said, letting out the same sigh.

Denna looked over at the clock wondering how long she had been talking to him. Time seemed to be passing so slowly while she listened to him. His voice close to intoxicating as she hung on his every word, wondering when his questions would become more direct or if he would just keep it at a harmless flirtation.

"I need to make some dinner." she finally spoke, "Have you eaten?"

"I had a big lunch, but I need a shave and a shower." he said. "Ran today and when I came back, I decided to call you." 

Denna began to get images of running shorts, a sweaty t-shirt and dirty running shoes with a towel thrown over his neck. The image suddenly became so appealing.

"Alright, then I'll let you go." she said, thoughts of him hunched over in his chair with the towel hanging from his neck.

"Can I call you after dinner?" he asked softly.

"Yes, I'd like that. It will be your turn to pick a new subject." she said playfully.

"Sounds like a date." he laughed, "Going to bring your desert?" his voice turned sexy. "I will bring mine."

"Maybe, if I haven't finished it yet." she paused, wondering what he was thinking. "Talk to you later, John." her mind raced, what kind of desert was he talking about?

"Until then, Denna." the phone went dead as she placed it on the coffee table, falling back into the chair. Laying there for a few moments, her leg dangled off the arm of the chair as she thought about him.

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Six o'clock, seven o'clock, and then eight.

"I guess you fell asleep on our first date, John." Denna snickered, thinking to herself. "It's time for desert! I am just going to start without you." looking at the clock, before heading down the hall to the bedroom.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, her fingers came to the zipper at the edge of her skirt. The stressed metal sound of the teeth began as the skirt slid down off her hips, falling at her feet. Stepping out of it, still in her high heels, she turned, looking at herself in the reflection of the mirror.

The soft black blouse she wore loosely hung just below her sex. She turned to hold the side of the dresser while pulling off each strap to her heels as they hit the floor with a thud. Her bare feet sank down into the carpet as she moved her toes, feeling the tired balls of her feet.

A glimpse over her shoulder, once again admiring the blouse and how it clung to her body, which just barely covered her cheeks. It wasn't easy to tell by looking in the mirror if she wore anything underneath. The blouse softly kissed her skin with her heat just trapped beyond the buttons. A faint sound of the phone was heard from the other room as she briskly walked down the hall to pick it up.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Denna? " a voice said.

"Yeah?" realizing it was John on the other end of the line. "I was beginning to think-"

"I'm sorry." John began to interrupt her. "My brother called and we got to talking. I completely lost track of time." he said, hoping she wasn't put off by it.

"It's okay. Your just in time for desert. I almost started without you." she laughed, letting him off the hook. The sound of her refrigerator door shutting, John's silence, patiently listening.

"Oh, yeah? What's for desert?" John listened, the sound of a drawer shutting in the back ground.

"Ben and Jerry" she giggled, dipping her spoon into the small container and pulling out a rounded lump of ice cream. The spoon was heard making contact against her teeth as John took a deep breath.

"Ohh, my favorite." his voice went deep and sultry. "Wish I could taste it. That just gave me the chills." he said bluntly.

"What desert did you bring?" she questioned, wondering what he would look like eating ice cream. A small sucking sound came from her lips as she cleaned off the spoon while waiting for his reply.

"Um, oh..." he mumbled, distracted her eating."I had some lemon cake earlier while I talked to my brother." he finally said, trying to concentrate. "So, I guess I didn't bring any." John got quiet again, listening to her lick, suck and then breathe softly while she ate the ice cream off the spoon.

"That's okay, it's all gone now." she laughed, as John sighed in disappointment. "So, what's the topic for the evening, John?" she asked, breaking the short silence. She began to go back down the hall to the bedroom, listening for the next question.

"Well, I know what your favorite desert is. Hmm, what do you like to do to unwind?" he asked.

Upon reaching the edge of her bed, she sat down and then laid back with her knees bent at the edge of the mattress. "It sounds like it's out of a movie but, I really like a glass of wine and a hot bath." she said softly, stretching a little, getting comfortable. A small sigh left her parted lips, feeling like she was melting into the bed while listening to his voice.

"That sounds nice." he finally said. "You sound like your getting relaxed now." his voice almost humming.

"I am." she answered, but didn't tell him where and wondered if he'd ask. "How do you like to unwind?" she quickly added.

"I love listening to soft music. After working all day, it's nice to just kick back and only listen." he said with a sigh. "What a combination. A hot bath, wine and soft music. A perfect evening in my book." he chuckled.

"You are so right! So when do we start relaxing?" she said playfully. "I don't hear any music." she giggled.

"And I don't hear any tub water running." he laughed, waiting for her to come back with another response. The pause got longer and longer, until she spoke.

"Are you serious?" her voice held no surprise.

"And if I was? Are you ready to relax with me?" he asked, fishing, his voice had that hint of wonder. Just how far was she willing to take him.

"I could use a little relaxing, and with you it would be fun." she said without hesitation.

"It's fun and relaxation we will have." his voice spilled into her ear again with that similar tone as though he was smiling deeply.

Denna continued to talk to John, walking into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with wine. Back and forth they went, slow or fast, old or new, sharing similar styles of music. 

"Where do you like to listen to the music when you relax?" she said, listening to the rattling of CD cases.

"Either on the couch or while laying in bed." he paused, "Do you prefer red or white?"

"Red" she said, now in the bathroom, turning the water on as she set the wine glass down at the edge of the bathtub. "But, I drink white almost as often."

She glanced up at the clock beside the mirror. Midnight. Looking into the mirror, she began to pull the buttons loose on her blouse. The sounds of a saxophone began to spill into her ear. "Oh, I love that. Sounds great from here." as her blouse dropped to the floor. Her bare breasts now showing, looking back at her, in the partly steamed mirror.

"Do you have goosebumps?" he spoke, in a soft voice.

"Yes. The steam always does that to me." she said softly, watching her nipples get hard, right before her eyes. The sound of his voice felt as though he stood behind her, talking inches from her ear.

"I love goosebumps on a woman, especially if I cause them." the sudden thought of what he'd do to make that happen, curled the hair on the back of her neck.

Denna gripped the phone tightly with her hand as the other slid down. Her finger slipped into the silk thong that kissed her bare skin, just below her hip. Pulled little by little, down to the middle of her thigh, she rubbed her knees together, jolting it loose as it fell to the floor.

"Is there a mirror where you can see yourself?" he asked softly. Hearing the sounds of him changing position and then a silence as he let out a deep, long sigh.

"Yes." wondering what he looked like as he laid there, relaxing.

"A vision, no doubt." he said with a sweet tone.

She walked away from the mirror, standing at the tub's edge. She lifted her foot then slipped it down into the hot water.

"Bubbles or no bubbles?" he chuckled.

"Bubbles" she giggled, leaning down, turning the water off.

"Are you relaxed?" she asked, the bathroom now so quiet as her hips slowly sank down into the water, the cooled bubbles kissing her cheeks.

The heat of the water came up with the bubbles now floating just under her breasts. She rolled over, getting comfortable, resting her elbows just outside the tub's edge. Another sigh leaked as the hot water crawled up the middle of her back, washing against the base of her neck. A quick rise and fall of her hips as the bubbled water trickled in and out of her crease.

"Yes. I choose the bedroom. Much more relaxing than the couch." he said, as the soft music changed to a new track.

For long moments at a time they talked and then no words were spoken. Only the soft sounds of music and the exotic sounds of the water went back and forth between them. Denna thought and often wondered if he remained dressed, even though she had completely bared herself over the phone. His questions were at the edge of being direct and yet his touch was felt everywhere. She laid there in the water playing with the faucet, her toe plugging the hole while feeling the excitement of what was to come. The last drink of wine from her glass and the day began to catch up to her.

"Wow! It's really late. I can't believe how much time we killed." she said.

"Time seems to stand still when we're together." he agreed. "May I call you again, Denna?"

"I would like that, John. Next time I'll pick the topic." she said playfully.

"Tomorrow night?" hoping she'd say yes.

"I'm all yours, John." as a splash of water was heard while she moved, standing up in the tub.

The bubbles slid down her nude body, her skin red with color from the hot water as she pulled the towel from the rack, wrapping it around her.

"Goodnight, Denna. Until then, sweet dreams." his soft voice dipping lower, so relaxed as if he could've fell asleep.

"Goodnight, John." Denna hung up the phone left with a deep, longing feeling. Like a goodnight kiss, images of laying down next to him, drifting off to sleep.

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"I'll send it right out." Denna paused, "Okay, thank you, I'll be in touch." she said, setting the phone back down on the desk as she stretched, leaning back in her chair. A long sigh and she glanced out her office window.

"Almost ten." she thought, looking back at the clock. "Time to call it a night." Denna stood up as she pulled her paperwork together and piled it to one side of the desk. Pushing her chair in, walking around the desk, she put a folder back into the open filing cabinet.

She walked to the bedroom and stood at the closet, unzipped her slacks as they fell to the floor in a heap, resting on top of her dress shoes. Stepping out of them, her white button-up shirt hanging just at her thighs. Walking into the bathroom, she leaned over the sink, smearing toothpaste across her toothbrush as she pushed the faucet handle up and the water began to flow. A faint sound was heard. Turning to listen, she held the toothbrush in her mouth while turning off the water.

"The phone." she thought, running to her bedside. "Hello?" she said, toothbrush still sticking out of her mouth.

"You're still up?" John said with a sexy voice, sounding surprised.

"I was just getting ready for bed." she said, after pulling the toothbrush out of her mouth. Walking back into the bathroom, she held the phone tightly to her ear as she turned the water on, rinsed her mouth out and then spit back in the sink.

"Oh, I have great timing then." he chuckled, listening to her.

"How about you? Ready for bed?" wiping her mouth on a hand towel, turning the water off.

"Yes, I am. Just sitting up in bed with the t.v. on. Although, I am not really paying to much attention to it." Denna could tell that the sound was muted with only his voice being heard.

"Yeah? Nothing good on, huh?" turning off the bathroom light, walking over to the bed as she sat at the edge.

"I'd rather talk to you." he said softly. 

Denna turned and then laid back into the soft pillows with a long, drawn out sigh. "I'm glad you called. Your a great ending to my day." she said, smiling, as though he could see it over the phone.

"There's no way I'd miss our date." he paused, "We didn't set a time but, I was going to wish you a good night at the very least." he said, sweetly.

Quietly, she began to unbutton her shirt, listening to him softly breathe as he moved, getting more comfortable. Her fingers moved slowly, each button taking some time with only the use of one hand as the other kept the phone tightly pressed against her ear. 

"I'm getting very comfortable now." her voice changed. "It's so quiet here. You can hear a pin drop." she said heatedly.

"I am listening to you breathe and move. The way you're lips part, when you move you're tongue out to wet them. That's more than a pin drop." his voice becoming deeper, as if he was ready to kiss her.

Denna suddenly felt warm, his words once again touching her uncovered skin. She pinched the phone between her shoulder and ear as she pulled the buttons loose at the cuffs.

Peeling her shirt off one shoulder, she switched the phone to the other ear as she pulled it free. "How do you like to sleep?" she asked, laying back down with one hand draped across her tummy.

"On my stomach with one knee up. And you?" he said, taking a deep breath and then exhaled.

"On my tummy with a long pillow tucked in against it, which runs down underneath my thigh." she said, softly.

"Mmm, a body pillow. Are you already under the sheets?" he whispered.

Her heart skipping a beat, now feeling his words deeply. His whisper covered her skin as goosebumps began to form all over. "No. I am not completely undressed." she breathed, admitting it willingly. "Are you?" she added, trying to control her breath.

"I have a sheet draped over part of me, but I am completely undressed." the devilish tone struck the core inside her, causing a small gasp to leave her lips. 

"Ohhh. My mind is racing, trying to picture that." she whispered, as her heart began to pick up.

"Tell me, do you have goosebumps now?" he said with a hum.

"Yes. I do." softly biting at her lip.

"Describe what you are wearing." he breathed. She heard a small grunt, as if he rolled over.

"Black lace panties and a black lace bra." she said quietly, feeling restless.

"Mmm, lovely. Slowly pull the straps of your bra off, one shoulder at a time." he said, pausing to listen.

Moving without a response, the tips of her fingers hooked into each strap, pulling them down onto each arm. Her hand began to glide up her arm and the over to her breast.

"Don't touch anything else." he quickly added. "Now, touch to top of your bra with the edges of your finger tips." pausing again to listen. His breath began to change, almost sounding as though he was holding it with each command.

She could hardly breathe and was unable to speak. Waiting and hanging on his every word. What would he say next, Denna could hardly wait. She shut her eyes, blocking everything out but the sound of his voice. Every breath he took, every movement he made, she heard it. Her ears burned, as though someone turned up the volume, but she was straining to hear more, not wanting to miss one sound.

"I am laying on my back with my head and shoulders against a oversized pillow." he said lustfully.

Denna laid there, playing with the goosebumps on her tummy.




Call Me



"It's dark, the t.v. is now off. Only the light from the window can be seen." he continued, taking a soft, deep breath.

"Run your hand over your chest and then down over your stomach." she whispered, "Now around your hips and inside your thighs." she said, copying the motion she described.

"Mmmm. Now I have goosebumps." he muffled.

"Reach around and unclasp your bra, pull it off." he said.

Her hand reached around and with a snap, pulled it off then dropped it to the floor.

"Good. Now, wet the edge of your thumb and first finger." he paused. "Rub it across your nipple, slowly." patiently waiting, listening to her reaction.

"Ohh." she breathed. 

"I wish that was my warm, wet, tongue." he seductively hissed.

"Take your hand, wrap it around your excitement." she hesitated for a moment," Now squeeze firmly, once, for me." a soft moan leaked, still playing with her nipple. "That is my hand, telling you how much I want you." she hissed and then took a breath, feeling her excitement build.

"Now, move your fingers down your tummy, very slow. Slide it around your hips." he paused, hearing her breath quiver. "Now with one hand, pull your panties down to your thighs." complete silence, listening and waiting. "Can you feel the cool air, kissing at your crease? " he asked.

"Yes!" she whimpered. 

"Reach down and touch just the entrance. Tell me how wet you are." he growled.

"Ooh, very wet." she moaned.

"Mmm, you've made me so hard. Your voice sounds so hot." he said, sighing.

"Oh, John. Move your hand slowly for me." she said, barely able to get the words out, hearing his breath moving against the phone.

"My finger is where you should be." she moaned, sliding it along her wet crease, her breath now keeping time with his.

"Uhhh, I would love to feel you wrapped around me, holding me, squeezing me with each and every movement." a moan left his lips after describing the thought.

Denna began to hear the familiar wet sound of a man's excitement sliding along the inside of his hand. She pictured him leaning his ear against the phone, holding it as she did. His leg spread out with the other up, his foot pressed against the sheet. His hips moving up and down, matching the slow movements of his hand. The wet smacking and popping sounds against her open folds were heard.

"Mmm, you sound delicious." he breathed, causing her to squeeze against her finger.

"Slide another finger inside." he moaned.

"Uhh, yes!" she whimpered, doing exactly what he said.

"Now move your hand to the edge of your cock. Roll it around, rub it up against the inside of your palm." she said breathlessly, rubbing the hood of her excitement. 

"Uhh, oh god, that feels so good." he gasped, then began to breathe again, after another moan followed.

"Move you're fingers quickly, press them upward." he growled, as Denna felt herself jerk and then shake from the sounds of his aggressive tone.

"Ooh. You are going to make me cum." she said with a low moan, feeling the strong tingle, pulsing at the edge of her finger tips.

"Oh, yes, cum for me Denna. I want to hear it." he growled, his breath getting quicker and quicker.

"Ooh, yes! Uhh uuh!" her hips arched up as she stopped short of breathing then gasped, whimpering with each wave, trying to force more air into her lungs.

"Ooh. You sound so good, mmm. I love the way you cum for me." he growled. "Oh! Now you are going to make me cum. Uhh Uhhh, ooh." as she heard him lose control with his deep and low groans, forcefully rushing out of his chest. 

They both laid there, breathing against the phone. He paused to listen to her for just a moment.

"Are you okay?" knowing she was weak from her release.

"Yes, I'm more than okay." she spoke softly, as if they were side by side. His soft, blissful sighs made her smile as she rolled over, enjoying the quiet moment they both shared.



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"Sir, I really do like it when you call me names."

"And what are your likes to me?"

"They are what they are, sir."

"And you are what you are, silk."

"Yes sir."

"Show me what you are, pet."

"Here, in this café, sir?"

"Here in this cafe. I'll get myself a coffee. You get yourself exposed, like the sweet cunt you so often tell me you are."

"Yes sir."

"Don't leave the booth."

"No sir."

"And make sure your panties are waiting for me on the table when I return."

"Yes sir."

"Spread out properly - not scrunched up: pretending to be a napkin."

"Yes sir."

"I'll want you wet and spread out too."

"Yes sir. I won't pretend to be a napkin either."

"Very droll; what will you be?"

"Wet sir; and spread out."

"A wet what?"

"A wet cunt, sir."

"Whose wet cunt?"

"Your wet cunt, sir."

"Good bitch."

"Thank you, sir."

"Get on with it then." And with that he stood up and walked away from her over to the counter without looking back, feeling the warmth of her blush as she contemplated how long she had to obey him and how displeased he might be were she to hesitate and not do as instructed.

She slid into the corner next to the chill, white wall. She felt defensive, but tried to look as inconspicuous as she could. 

Glancing towards the street she counted the time passing in her head, paralysed by her fear of action. For half a minute, she watched people passing by, pretending nothing was amiss. 

Then she looked down at herself and played with a button on her blouse, unbuttoning it and then buttoning it up again, knowing that this would never be enough. She was a cunt. She was his cunt. That's how it was. And that's what he wanted. And it was what she needed.

An elderly man across on the other side of the bar coughed and then smiled encouragingly at her. She nodded her head at him accepting the compliment, knowing that her tits had been under observation for some considerable time from that quarter.

Three booths down an Hispanic girl told off her two companions lightly for messing about. A group of college students, probably Silk thought: boyfriend, girlfriend and gooseberry? The unattached young man looked away from the couple as they kissed and stared intently at Silk.

It was as if he knew that she was summonsing her courage for something. She could almost make out the whites of his eyes as he tried to stare her out. Was he coming on to her? Wretched teen - he must be more than a few years younger than her. Damn him! 

She turned towards a picture of some idealistically happy coffee croppers working joyfully as the sun burnt down upon them. As she smiled wryly at the advertising gimmick, she tried to wriggle out of her panties, without moving her upper body.

Then she surreptitiously slid her hand under the table and tugged at the crotch of her knickers, wriggling her hips and slowly lowering her underwear to the floor.  If I were a coffee cropper she thought, I wouldn't have this stupid predicament.  I'd be so warm out there; I'd have no knickers on.

Staring into the mirror above the entrance to the cafe, she was able to look over towards the counter. Her master was standing there patiently, talking to another middle aged man, while they both waited behind an elderly lady.

Good, she had a little time to get wet for him. Gently does it now: up she slid and down come the panties over her thighs and the backs of her hips. Her skirt flipped up as she sat down again. The red leatherette was warm and slightly sticky from the perspiration her manipulations had caused.

She looked up into the mirror again and caught the master's glance as he looked up at the CCTV picture behind the bar. Oh god! There was a camera right over her. The other guy and the old lady must have seen everything. Why had she let him choose the booth? Damn it to hell!

No, wait. He'd been talking to the other guy - distracting him. And the elderly lady - well, she did not look like she could see much further than the tray she was carrying precariously down the centre aisle.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she watched the mirror as sir ordered from the barista. She saw him smile and continue his conversation with the other guy.

He wasn't going to ask him over was he? Would he have the man sit down next to her and watch while she played with herself? 

Would he see her fingering her pussy with her skirt flipped up and the leatherette getting stickier as she got wetter? And then, would he have him join in: pressing his thicker fingers into her sex until she was sopping wet?

No, he wouldn't do that - not sir's style. Would the guy be sat own opposite us, while sir dipped his fingers into this girl and stirs his coffee? Would he push his finger into her up to the first knuckle and then pull it out, making her lick her cunt juices off it? How crude! How exciting!

Mmm - she was wet: such a good, obedient cunt. And what about the panties: the cream panties on the table? What would the guy make of those on the table? That's it. They are new panties just bought in the clothes market. A quick purchase - look at the lace on them - they were so lovely she couldn't resist them. That's the story. Yes.

Silk pushed the panties down further - backs of the knee – nearly there now. Look at him over there sharing a joke with the other man. 

What was so funny anyhow - was it her attempts to be modest whilst stripping off her panties in the half empty place. Bastard sir! My bastard sir, she smiled to herself.

Oh sir! You make my breath catch and I can't help but move my hips. And finger myself - even though I don't have permission. And you can see me do it on the CCTV as can anyone else who cares to look.

Will you spank me here for being so naughty? Will you flip my skirt up and tug me over your lap? Will you ask the old man with the breast fetish how many spanks I should have?

Will you ask him if he'd like to see my bare tits whipped in public? Will you have me pleasure him and the guy opposite with my mouth and with my cunt while you push your fingers into me?

Will you make me pleasure the students too? Two boys and a girl: one hole for each of them. Oh sir! Your cunt is so sorry. I'm so sorry! I'm coming! Ohhhhhhhhh sir!

Oh sir! You so, so love to humiliate your dirty cunt by calling her names. And your cunt so loves it too! 



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Call Me A Slut Wife If You Must



I guess I'd better start this with an introduction. My name is Diane, I'm 36 years old. I have long blonde hair, blue gray eyes, which tend to get dark blue when I'm mad. I'm not modest so I have no problem telling you that I'm beautiful. I'd say my best feature is my skin, very smooth, no blemishes to speak of, naturally tan in color. Next best feature I'd say is my mouth. It's rather large, with nice straight white teeth, I'll add here that I've never had a cavity. I have a big smile, seductive at times, with nice full lips. I'm 5'8" tall, weigh 118 lbs.. I have a great figure, I guess you'd say I have a hard body as I work out a lot. Best asset body wise would be my legs and my tight buns. I'm not large breasted a "C" cup, thanks to having my two children as I was only a small "B" before they were born. As far as having children it did of course effect my body, at first a few stretch marks were visible but they have since faded, you really have to look hard to find them. Over all the effect was great, besides the bigger boobs, it also made me shapelier.

Early on in my life I found that I was an exhibitionist. I was 16 at the time, my next door neighbor's bedroom was right across from mind. Both of our houses were two story with our bedrooms being on the second floor each facing the side of the house. I just never pulled my curtains shut, I really didn't think there was a need to, you couldn't see into my room from outside and my neighbor, Kathy was a friend. One day Kathy told me that she caught her brother and a few of his friends in her bedroom looking at me as I undressed one night. I don't know why but that excited me on, Kathy was a senior in high school, I was a sophomore but we had been friends since I'd been little so I confided in her that I kind of liked knowing that. Even though we were close friends, I was afraid that she'd think I was weird. I was relieved when she told me she wished she had a body like mine, then she wouldn't pull the curtains either. Not that I really had such a great body but Kathy was chunky and wanted to be thin like I was. Anyway, after that when ever her brother and his friends would sneak into her bedroom at night, she'd call me to let me know. I'd then undress for them in front of the window trying to act like I didn't know anyone was there. It got to the point where I'd caress my breast and slide my hand between my legs trying to put on the best show I could. There were nights, I'd be so turned on by this, that I'd shut off all my lights except a night light, then lay on my bed masturbating, knowing that they could at least see a little of what I was doing. I guess my first orgasm was on such a night. 

These feelings had other effects on me to, mainly in the way I'd dress. I sure wasn't opposed to showing to much leg, or at times showing my panty covered buns or pussy either. My showing off progressed to a point that one night I did a strip tease at one of our wilder high school parties. I have to admit I started it but when a couple of the other girls joined in it was easy to strip naked. I was so turned on that night, I think if one of the guys would have tried hard enough I would have had intercourse with him. I was at the party with my boy friend, but I have a feeling that any of the guys could have done me. Of course I was drunk along with the other girls at the party, lets face it guys you intentionally try to get us women to drink to much, most of us seem to lose our inhibitions then.

Other then that night, I was pretty tame sexually, normal high school stuff, necking, petting, sometimes letting a guy get in my pants, and occasionally giving a guy a hand job but nothing more then that. After high school I did fall in love with a guy and gave him my virginity. I planed on marrying him, having sex with him seemed natural to me and it being good sex was a bonus. I say bonus because at the time I didn't realize how important good sex is to a marriage, my opinion any way. Things don't always work out as you plan and when my boy friend broke up with me I was devastated.

When I finally did start dating again it was back to necking, petting, sometimes letting a guy get in my pants, and occasionally giving a guy a hand job, I wasn't intending to go further until after I was married. Intent and actions don't always mix. One night I excepted a ride home from a party with two guys. One I did have the hots for, the other I liked as a friend. I'd already had to much to drink, but when one of them produced a bottle of Bailey's I drank more. It wasn't long before I was necking with the guy I though of as a friend. I didn't stop him when he unbutton my blouse and pulled my bra up above my breasts. I was drunk, I was horny, and I was turned on. I didn't notice that the car had stopped until I felt the other guys hand on my thigh, working his way up under my skirt. And being he was the guy I really wanted I didn't stop him either. It wasn't long before he slide his hand under the side of my panties and started to working on my clit. I'd like to say I didn't like what was going on. I'd like to say I didn't like one guy sucking on my breast while the other guy fingered my clitoris. I really did tell myself that later but you can't really lie to yourself. I let them remove my cloths, one taking off my blouse and bra the other taking off my skirt and panties. 

When the guy on the passenger side of the car opened the door, took my hand and assisted me outside, I'd like to say he pulled me out, not assisted me out but that wasn't how it happened I got out under my own power. When he put me on the truck of the car getting between my legs, I'd like to say I resisted, I didn't. When he penetrated me I'd like to say I wasn't willing but I was willing and so very wet. I'd like to say I didn't love the feeling of one man sucking my nipples, fondling my breasts, while the other fucked me, but I did. I'd like to say I put a stop to it after the first guy came but I didn't, I eagerly took the second guys cock. I'd like to say I came to my senses then got dressed and just went home. But what I did was get back in the car, didn't dress and loved it when the both fingered my sloppy cunt as they drove me to my apartment. They didn't come up to my apartment with me, I'd like to say that I didn't want them to but I did.

Of course like I said we all lie to ourselves so the next day I rationalized that I didn't like what had happened, I'd never do that again. It wasn't my fault, I was drunk and they took advantage of me. I wasn't a willing participant. I lied to myself that I'd never have intercourse with another man until I'm married. You can lie to yourself but deep down you know it's not true. And when a few nights later they came to my apartment I let them in. I knew why they were there, they knew why they were there. My roommate didn't but I'm sure she did when we went to my bedroom. I was stone cold sober and I let it happen again, the only difference was that this time it wasn't rushed and I actually had some orgasms. I also found out I liked pleasuring a man with my month while another is pleasuring me with his cock. When they left I swore it wouldn't happen again, and it didn't. The next time they came back, months later, I was in love with someone and I was sure I was going to be faithful to him forever. I sent them away, but I didn't let them in my door because I think deep down I knew that if I did, I would. 

My state of mind when I met my future husband, Richard was that I hoped to not fuck again until after marriage but inside I wanted to, I think I wanted to be easy. If that first night Rich would have pushed it he could have fucked me but like most men I'd have never seen him again. What happened was we hit it off on the first date, Rich didn't push the sex issue. He asked me out a number of times after that never pushing me, and by the time he did I wasn't about to give in, I was afraid I'd loss him if I did. I didn't want Rich to think I was easy. It wasn't long after that we became exclusive. Rich liked my wilder side, my exhibitionism side, my last boy friend had not. Rich encouraged me to sometimes flash strangers, even talked me into not wearing panties when we'd go out. Sometimes I'd wear really short skirts, and with Rich's encouragement I'd occasionally flash my pussy. The night's I'd do the most flashing were the night I'd be the most horny, letting Rich get close to having intercourse on those nights. It was so hard not to but I didn't want Rich to think I was anything but a virgin. One night we went to a strip club, it was amateur night, Rich tried to talk me into stripping but I didn't. When he asked me to go back the next Tuesday I eagerly agreed, more so because I realized how much I liked watching the other women strip, but partly because I knew he'd try to talk me into stripping. I ended up getting really wasted which gave me enough courage to strip so I did. I loved taking my cloths off in front of so many strangers, I loved the cat calls, I loved the way the men looked at me, some of the women to. I was so turned on by the experience that I was actually wet when I left the stage. 

I was so horny when I left the club I allowed Rich to have intercourse with me that night. Tell you the truth is wasn't what I expected, Rich is a lousy fuck, no other way to say it. First off he rushed everything, no real foreplay, and no oral at all. For that matter he never has liked to give me oral, I could number the times he had since that night on one hand. That is until the second time I cheated, orals been ok after that night but only ok never great. Having your man not want to give you oral isn't great on your self esteem. I'll tell you, you start to worry about why, you have thoughts like maybe he doesn't like the way I smell, or I taste bad. It was that way with me until we'd been married a number of years, after my second affair, that is when I decided that I didn't care if Rich liked the way I smelled or tasted, three other men and one woman did and he was going to learn to like it. 

Rich is also very small, you'd never know that from looking at him he had a great body. Not that I'd have an orgasms from someone just because he's large. Most of the time I need to be brought to orgasm, hopefully lots of them, before intercourse, if I am I almost always have an orgasms during intercourse to. That is if the guy doesn't ejaculate to soon. But I do know, at least for me, if a guy is big it's easier for me to have an orgasm. The whole experience of being fucked by a nice thick cock is better. I suppose a cock could be to big, I haven't found one but then again I haven't found any of the 10, 11, or 12 inchers you men seem to talk about either. I'll comment here that when I read a supposed true story where even a few of the men are that big it's a dead give away that the story is not true. Not to many men built like that and even less women willing to fuck a guy that is, for god sakes peoples hold a ruler to your crouch. Or maybe the guys who write those stories are all built like my husband and even average looks like a foot to then. I don't believe that either, I've never found another 4" cock so I figure that's rare to. But given the choice I'll take the 4 over the 12 any day. 

The other problem with Rich is that he ejaculates to quickly, a problem he still has to this day. I was in love with Rich so I over looked all of that, I didn't at the time realize sex was so important, and I did think he'd improve as time went on. And he has some, but only because I demand it. I've still never had a virginal orgasm with him. Sex seems incomplete without one or two of those. I really can't say that back then I even though about Rich having such a small penis. I'd might as well give you the measurements now, Just under 4" and just over 2 ½" inches around. He had what he had and I love him. Later I did start to think about penis size, partly due to what I'd read, mostly do to the influence of my girl friends, in particular my friend Kathy, her husband was big and she'd brag about how wonderful it felt. Later after the two of them got a divorce she'd rate her men based on penis size, if a guy was small he didn't have a chance with her. I guess you might say she was obsessed with size. I may add I've become a little like that myself. 

Back to my story. I didn't win that night, I was a real amateur but I liked stripping so I practiced until I was good enough to win at a few of the clubs. I seriously though about becoming a stripper. With Rich's encouragement, I finally applied at one of the wilder private clubs that had an opening. Beside stripping at the club, the job required stripping at private parties. The women who interviewed me had been a stripper but now ran the club. I didn't have to many question to ask about stripping at the club I'd been there enough. I did ask some question about the lap dances. Most of the stripper let the men touch them and I wondered if that was required or not. It wasn't, it was not even suppose to happen, but she had to admit that tips were a lot better for the stripper that allowed touching.

Most of my questions had to do with the private parties, I'd never been to one. First she explained that I'd always have an escort that way things wouldn't get out of hand. He was responsible to get me to the party, collect all money's owned in advance, then make sure I got to the next engagement in time, if there was more then one party that night. She told me that I'd be paid different amounts depending on how many sets were requested. She explained that some of the parties I'd just do a strip and leave, but most of the parties I'd be requested to do lap dances, usually one for the man, or sometime a woman, who the party was for. I'd be paid extra for each lap dance. I'd be required to do lap dances only if they had been requested in advance. If time allowed I could do extra lap dances but they had to be paid for in advance. Any tips would be mine to keep, then she winked and said for some of the strippers the tips were more then the club paid. 

After the interview was over she asked if I'd like a drink, I said yes. After the bartender mixed us our drinks she lead me to a table near the back of the club. Then in a low voice, she told me though the club did not condone it, but I could make a lot of extra money doing private parties. Almost all the girls allowed some touching while lap dancing, for an extra charge, the amount being up to each stripper. A lot of the girls went beyond that if the money was right. I was tempted to ask what but I wasn't that naïve. Of course the amount and payment terms were up to the stripper but if I wanted to earn a lot of extra money I could. She told me she still did certain private parties when she needed extra money. She also told me that I'd be requested more if I did extra's, as she called them. Then she told me that if I was interested she could set me up with some really special private parties, parties that the club didn't know about, parties that paid a lot of money but of course she got a cut of that. I couldn't believe what I was hearing she was offering me a job as a whore, what about me would even make her think I was interested. 

As shocked as I was, I was still interested in stripping and I was a little curious about what it would be like doing a wild private party. Not the ones she was talking about but ones with lots of lap dances, lots of guys having there hands all over you. I didn't give my answer about taking the job right away, I did think about it for a while, had a couple of wild fantasies to. When I finally did decided to take the job, the position had been filled but she promised to call me when she had an opening. Before I left she again offered to set me up with some private parties. I did decline, but I have to admit to being curious. I'm trying as much as possible to be truthful here, I think that if I'd have gotten that job done some private parties that given time I would have at some point gone beyond just lab dances and guys feeling me up. The stripping alone turned me on, then rubbing myself up and down on a guys cock, even with his cloths on would have turned me on more, then knowing I was being watched as a bonus. I'm sure I would have gone further, I'd almost be willing to bet that the first time that happened I wouldn't have charged a dime. 

She finally called me with a job opening about a month before Rich and I were to be married, I even though about taking it but decided it was just not the right job for a married woman. When I told Rich, I was surprised that he seemed disappointed that I didn't take it. There were things I should have realized about Richard from that episode in my life, the signs were all there, I guess I just didn't want to see them. I guess it was more then not wanting to, I didn't know men like Richard existed. 

My life moved on and I married Rich. Our life together became routine just like all marriages, we bought a house, so on and so forth. I wasn't unhappy with my life but then again I wasn't happy either. Sex with Rich didn't improve much, I did try to improve it, I'd buy book after book, I'd read them but he wouldn't, I did learn things but the truth was it wasn't me that needed improving. I tried be subtle, teaching Rich new things in a way that wouldn't hurt his masculinity and did at least succeed in teaching him how important my clitoris was. But the truth is he still rushed things so I rarely had an orgasm. Our sex drives weren't a match either, I wanted a lot of sex, Rich was more then happy with once or at the most twice a week. Something I'd have never known while dating him, he was after me all the time then. 

The physical attraction I felt for Rich changed to, I'm sure partly do to the fact we were together all the time but mostly because he allowed himself to get so out of shape. He had gained a lot of weight, and was no longer the hard muscular bodied man I had married, not really fat but flabby, with a beer gut. Maybe that shouldn't have mattered but I worked hard at staying in shape, partly for him, he could have done the same for me. Him being out of shape seemed even worse because we'd become part of a group of eight couples who all boated, not one of the other men let themselves go like that. They weren't all hunk either, three of them were real nice looking, and one guy you'd call a hunk. But all of seven of them stayed in shape. We were an active group, did a lot of outdoor activities and Rich would always be the first to tire out. We'd go places and take long hikes, Rich and I would always be left behind because he couldn't keep up, eventually it got to be just Rich being left behind as I'd stay with the group.

After my first child was born, my libido went way up and Rich's seem to do just the opposite, so I'd been tempted to cheat a few times, coming close at a few wild parties. Tempted isn't really the right word, I didn't think about cheating, I didn't plan to cheat. But given a few to many drinks, the right guy and the fact that Rich ignores me at parties, I'd had plenty of opportunity and had done a lot of heavy petting. Coming really close to cheating one night with one of the men, Marty, in our group. After that I tried to avoid being alone with Marty, as I said I didn't plan on cheating. 

My feeling at the time are hard to explain, I had a need for sex that wasn't being fulfilled. I had a desire for other men but I'd had that even when I was just dating Rich, and I'd never strayed. My desire for Rich had changed, even though the sex hadn't ever been good I'd always before had a desire for him, that was gone most of the time now. I wanted sex but I wanted it to be great sex and even when Rich and I had sex, which wasn't often, it wasn't even good sex. Before I'd think about sex occasionally now I was thinking about it most of the time. I wanted a man one who could make love to me, bring me to new heights but I didn't want to cheat. I guess in my heart I wanted that man to be Rich. I wanted a miracle, Rich wasn't ever going to be that man.




Call Me A Slut Wife If You Must



Then one New Years Eve, Rich and I had been invited to a friend's party. Mary's parties were always big bashes, besides the other seven couples that made up our group, she'd invite everyone she knew. Mary was the wild one of our group always pushing to do new things, always talking and joking about her and Jeff's sexual exploits. We were all pretty sure that Jeff and Mary were a lot wilder then they let on to us, a few of us were sure that they were into swinging with another group of friends they had. And in a way her influence was pushing a number of the couples in our group to experiment. Not quite into swinging but into being openly sexual with each other. Dancing close with someone else's spouse, a little kissing, sometimes light petting had become common at our parties. 

Shortly after we arrived Rich vanished in his usual fashion, I was used to that by then, didn't like it but I was used to it. After a little bit of small talk with people I hardly knew I went down stairs to the basement where the rec. room and wet bar were. All the furniture had been move up against the wall making room in the center of the room for dancing. One of the other couples from our group were sitting there, Beverly and Ben, Ben got up giving me his stool then made me a drink. The three of us talked for a while, Ben making sure my glass was always full. It wasn't long before some of the men started to ask me to dance. Lots would be more accurate. I did look hot that night, dressed in a black silk dress, spaghetti strap, cut low in the back, just below the lace on my black thigh highs in length. I'd bought a new black strapless pushup bra to wear under it but when I got dressed that night it just looked wrong with that bra, so I'd gone without. Of course I hadn't expected it to be cold but is was in that basement, so my nipples were quite evident though the dress. After quite a few dances and quite a few more drinks I wasn't cold but my nipples were still hard, this time from the feeling of them rubbing against men's chest while they danced with me. I was so damn horny. 

By nine thirty I was feeling pretty good. Then I decided to roam around the house and see if I could find Rich, which I did. He was in the kitchen, flirting with one of the women we knew, Linda. I can't say I really minded that much that Rich flirted at parties, I did the same, but not to Linda. I disliked her the minute we met, there seemed to be an animosity between us. Being that we were both part of the same group of friends we had to be together a lot but when we were we seemed to complete with each other. Always trying to out do each other. I watched for the longest time, Rich really seemed to be enjoying her company. I don't think if it had been anyone else I would have gotten so jealous but being it was Linda I did. I considered confronting the two of them but instead decided to get even and went looking for Linda's husband, Mike.

I found him in the family room. I walked over to where he was standing and started a conversation with him but after a few minutes I knew he wasn't the man I wanted to make Rich jealous of. Mike was nice enough but he was dull. Not unattractive but not handsome either, worst thing for me was he was short, not much taller then I am, so in my heals I was looking down at him. I'd started it so I was kind of stuck when he went to get me a drink, I just couldn't walk away. After about twenty minutes of listening to his boring talk about work, Marty came over and asked me to dance. I was so relieved to get away from Mike, that I didn't even think about trying to avoid Marty. 

Returning to the rec. room Marty and I started to dance. Marty's a marvelous dancer so when he didn't break away after the first dance, I danced another one with him. I knew by the way I was feeling I really should be avoiding Marty, I just didn't want to. Marty was the man I'd almost cheated with the time before. Marty was a real ladies man, the only real hunk of our group of friends. It had been hard enough fighting him off that other night, and then he'd been still married to Jennifer. Jenny and I were good friends and that's really the only thing that had stopped me that night. Now that they were divorced there really wasn't that same barrier. I guess I should have had more loyalty to her then that, she'd divorced him when she'd found out he'd been cheating. But Jenny wasn't at the party, she hadn't come because Marty was coming. I saw no harm in flirting with him.

For the next hour or so we'd dance take a break for a drink or two then more dancing. Things started to get intense between us and we were doing more necking and groping of each other then we were dancing. Not that this is an excuse but we weren't the only couple on that dance floor, with someone other then their partner, doing some necking and petting. During one of our dances, Marty started to lead me away from the dance floor down the hall to where a room had been made for Jeff and Mary's hot tube. I knew he was leading me there so we'd have some privacy, taped to the door of the room was a big keep out sign. After Marty opened the door we both quickly stepped in the room hoping no one would see us, I was shocked to see a couple sitting naked in the hot tube. I knew the women she was one of Mary's and Jeff's other group of friend, the guy was a husband of one of the other women in that group. Marty declined her offer to join them. As we left they started necking, which kind of confirmed my suspension that Jeff and Mary were swingers. 

Marty then lead me up the back stairs to the garage area of the house. It was really cold in there, I was hoping he wasn't intending to try to make love to me there. Opening the door back to the house we were in the back hallway which lead to the kitchen. I spotted Rich and Linda right away, still standing in just about the same spot as before, but now Linda was standing really close to him with her hand on his arm, looking up at him with this fuck me look on her face. Rich's look wasn't much better. That fucking bitch I thought. As I started heading to the kitchen, to give both of them a peace of my mind, Marty pulled me into a dark room and shut the door. I wasn't sure Rich hadn't seen me, I didn't think so, he was so engrossed in Linda, but I was so pissed off at him that even if he had, at that moment in time I didn't care.

I was a little confused as to which room I actually was in but as my eyes adjusted to the dim light I realized we were in the laundry room. Marty started to kiss me, before I could even lift my arms to his neck he pulled the straps of my dress down my arms exposing me breasts. Marty not being content with that found the zipper on the side of my dress and unzipped it. Not removing my dress Marty stepped back, letting me decide if I was going further or not. I didn't need to decide anything, I'd half way made my decision when we were still downstairs and any chance of me backing out had vanished when I'd seen Rich and Linda just before that. Pulling my dress over my hips then letting it slip to the floor I confirmed that decision for Marty. Then stepping out of my dress I bent down, picked up my dress from the floor placing it on the dryer. Stepping to Marty, he started to again put his arms around me I stopped him. I unbuttoned his shirt then slipped it off his arms. Started kissing his neck, nipples then as I kneeled, his stomach. Still kissing his stomach I undid his belt, unzipped his pants dropping them to the floor, finding he had no under pants on I placed the fingers around his already hard cock. 

Marty felt so big, it had been a long time since I'd had another man's cock in my hand and compared to Rich he was big, in truth he was long but not really thick but he seemed thick to me. Not wasting any time I put him in my month, sucking the head of his penis withdrawing it, then taking my tongue and running it around the ridge. Then I started fucking his cock with my month, with each thrust taking move of him in each time. I was finding it increasingly hard to get more of him inside of my month. With Rich I had no problem at all deep throating him. Marty was so much longer that I already had more of him in my month then Rich even had. I think in a way I was obsessed with that, I kept comparing the two of them in my mind. How much fuller my mouth was, how much longer Marty was. I'd never done that when I first met Rich, I could have compared him to my previous three lovers but I hadn't. I guess our sex life together was so bad that is was an easy comparison to make. His size wasn't the only comparison I made that night and in each one Rich the loser. 

I continued to suck on Marty's cock fully intending to get it's full length in month and throat when he pulled me to a standing position. He then lifted me in a sitting position with my legs hanging over the edge of a countertop which had been mounted to the wall as Mary's cloths folding table. I almost giggled at that, as I'd been the one to suggest she do that, it was about to serve a much more useful propose. Marty started to kiss me while fondling my breast, moving from my lips to my neck, where he spent considerable time, I just love my neck being kissed. Then working his mouth down to my breast sucking them, nibbling on my nipples, kneeling between my legs as he proceeded to my pussy. I was in no need of preliminaries, I'm sure he sensed that, so he started to lick my clit right away. It wasn't long before I was having orgasms, intense orgasms better then any Rich had been able to produce. After a few really nice orgasms, I gentle pulled Marty back up to my lips, kissing him tasting my own juices on his lips and tongue. Then whispered "I'm ready." 

Marty put his cock against my lips then taking it in his hand he moved it up and down my vulva. When he finally did penetrate me he stopped after inserting only a small portion of it. I wanted to fuck and Marty was teasing me I moved towards him trying to push him inside of me, but he held my hips in place. I started to beg saying "Please Marty I need you." Marty responded with "Please what Diane, tell me what you want." I can't say I didn't like this little game, I actually was getting more turned on knowing I'd have to beg him to fuck me. "Please Marty, Please, Please Fuck me." That's when he started with long slow strokes, longer then Rich could produce that is for sure. Another comparison I made. He continued that way for the longest time then increased his pace, then slowed down, then faster then slower. He just kept it up faster, then slower, trying to keep my thrust to his was not easy at first but he had a pattern and I adjusted to it. It wasn't long before I could fell myself getting closer to an orgasm, each time he'd quicken his pace I'd get closer. It was running though my head that I really was going to have an orgasm during intercourse I really was. It had been to long for that. 

I can't say how long Marty had been fucking me when that first orgasm came, maybe five minutes maybe longer, but however long it was it was a lot longer then Rich ever lasted, with Rich I was lucky to get two minutes. Another comparison where Rich failed. Just after that first orgasm subsided, I was about to have another when I heard everyone counting down the New Year. I so wanted to time that next orgasm to the New Year, I missed it by a little, but it still was a wonderful way to ring in the New Year. I couldn't help thinking that Rich was probably looking for me at that very minute and here I was fucking another man having the best New Years I'd ever had. Marty wasn't close to finished yet, I had at least five more orgasms before I finally felt his body start to tense. When he finally did start to orgasms I felt his cock increase in size with each spasms, bringing me to another orgasm. I'd never felt that with Rich. Another failure. 

When he was finished he withdrew from me and it was like the flood gates burst, so much cum running down the crack of my butt, more then Rich ever shoot in me. Marty lifted me off the counter, while at the same time applying pressure to my shoulders and pushing me down again to my knees in front of him. I don't want you to think he forced me, I could have resisted there wasn't that much pressure, more an unspoken request then a demand. I'd never had a man's cock in my month when it was full of his and my cum mixed together. I'd never had a man's cum in my month period, some pre-cum but that was it. I looked at his cock for the longest time, then took the base of it between my thumb and forefinger. I rubbed the head over my lips then engulfed his soft cock into my month. I'd braced myself for this horrible taste, not having that was a pleasant surprise. It sure didn't taste like chocolate but it was something I could learn to like, especially sense the smell of it reminded me of sex. I'd smell cum before, and it's musky scent always reminded me of sex but I'd never smelled it so strongly before.

I guess I sucked a little to long because I started feeling Marty growing hard in my month. I knew I should stop before Marty was fully aroused again. I was worried that Rich would be looking everywhere for me, he may even look in here though I figured he'd never think of the laundry room. Alas I sucked a bit to long, Marty pushed me down on all fours got behind me and did me doggie style, this time it was even better, I had to actually bite my hand to keep from making to much noise. When we finally finished I looked for something to clean up with, finding nothing I used my panties. Not that they were much good, there just wasn't enough fabric to them as they were thongs. When I finished myself I cleaned up Marty as best I could. I dropped my panties in Mary's washer thinking she'd really wonder who had so much fun in her laundry room. Put on my dress, opened the door, looking first to see if anyone was in the hallway before I left, then retraced my path down to the basement.

When I got back to the rec. room I stood at the bar afraid to sit as I could feel Marty's semen running down my legs wetting the top of my hose. The room was pretty much deserted by then. I poured what was left of a drink sitting on the bar onto my hands, then used a couple of bar napkin to dry them, as they'd been sticky from Marty's cum. I then looked at the clock and saw it was almost one. I couldn't believe my eyes the clock had to be wrong, Marty had been fucking me at Midnight there was no way an hour had pasted since then. Asking one of the few remaining men what time it was he confirmed that it was indeed almost one. Just after that Jeff came down stairs and told me Rich was looking for me. Giving me a look like I know what you've been doing. I just shrugged and smiled. He asked me if I wanted a drink which I did so he mixed me a strong one. 

Shortly after that Rich came down stairs all huffy, wanting to know where I'd been. Putting him on the defensive right away I said angrily that if he hadn't been so interested in Linda, he may have known where I was but he'd never know now. He tried to make light of that by giving me a kiss, which I avoided, as I was worried he'd either taste or smell Marty on my lips. Men our just to easy to deceive, I was in the wrong that night but I had Rich feeling guilty. Shortly after that Rich said it was time to leave, as I walked up the stairs I felt more of Marty's semen start to drip down my legs. A pleasant reminder of my evenings fun. 

When we got home, I faked still being mad at Rich, went upstairs to our bedroom then into our bathroom locking the door as I closed it. After stripping, I washed out my hose, then looked at myself in the mirror, telling myself I was a cheat. "Diane, your a fucking whore," I whispered to myself. But as much as I tried I couldn't make myself feel guilty. I wanted to feel guilty, I should have felt guilty but I just didn't. I didn't even feel guilty enough to take a shower. I went and crawled into bed with Rich, smelling of Marty, wet with Marty's cum and let Rich make love to me. Maybe I was giving Rich his one and only chance of knowing I'd cheated but if I'd have know then what I know now that would have only turned him on.

Marty and I had an affair for almost six months, it lasted until I found out I was pregnant. I was pretty sure I was pregnant with Marty's baby, not Rich's. I had Marty to keep me sexually satisfy and being Rich didn't want to make love very often I just let that happen. Rich and I made love maybe two or three times a month. Marty and I made love more then that per week. Even my period didn't stop us, only on my second day when I flow hard. 

There was also a possibility that it was Jeff's baby to, a weeks after Mary's party she showed up at me door one afternoon with a small package, wrapped in gift paper. I couldn't understand why she would be bringing me a gift. When I opened it I found my panties laundered and ready to wear again. Mary just burst out laughing, I suppose from the look on my face. It wasn't long before I was laughing with her. Later Mary explained that she had been going out to the garage to get some more ice from the freezer when she'd seen Marty and I go into the laundry room. She was pretty sure we'd made love because we were in there so long, it surely wasn't a quickie she told me. But the next morning when she found my panties she was sure we had.

One thing lead to another and Mary asked me if I'd be interested in swinging. I told her no I'd get to jealous if Rich was with another woman. When she asked me if I'd be interested in a threesome I could hardly believe me ears. I thought I knew Mary really well but I didn't I didn't even know she was bisexual. It really didn't take a lot of thought to answer her, I'd always been curious about making love to another woman. We had our threesome, not just once but 5 times. One of those times when during the cycle I got pregnant. I'm still involved with Mary, but Jeff no longer participates. Not his choice ours. 

I want to justify my getting pregnant, I do love Rich, shouldn't but I do. I'd never would have intentionally had another man's baby while I'm with Rich. I admit I didn't use protection but I didn't think there was a need, Rich and I had been trying to get pregnant sense about six months after my daughter was born. I just didn't get pregnant. Being that was a period of over three years I'd given up hope, thinking I just couldn't get pregnant again. Dumb yes but that's how I felt, if I'd have know I could, I wouldn't have had a affair with Marty without being on the pill. I would have done it the first time no matter what, that was going to happen with someone if not Marty then someone else. 

I won't say Rich drove me to other men but he didn't do anything to help me from wanting other men either. There is no excuse for a man not to be a good lover, it is something we all learn not something are born with. His small penis couldn't be help but I could have lived with that, if I'd have felt he really was trying to satisfy my sexual needs. What I didn't know was that part of his withholding sex from me was to drive me to other men. I believe that he subconsciously still does that fearing that I'll stop seeing other men if he does. I didn't know any of that at the time, so my life, as is all of ours, was based on what I knew. I didn't feel bad or guilty about my affair with Marty. I didn't about my threesomes with Jeff and Mary either. I don't feel guilty about any of the men or women I've had sex with. I guess the only men I'd feel that way about would be Rich's father or brothers. But I did feel guilty about being pregnant with Marty baby, I was torn between hiding that and telling Rich, in the end I hide that from Rich. Abortion was never an option for me I wanted my baby, Marty, Rich's or Jeff's I wanted my baby. I guess if he reads this he'll know our son isn't his. I would hope that he still feels he is our son's father, he has been and being a father isn't about sperm. 




Call Me A Slut Wife If You Must



I'm posting this to a site Rich frequents and he likes slut wife stories so I'm sure he'll read it. I don't know why I can't just come out and tell him but he really should know so I'm writing my story. Yes Rich, biologically our son isn't yours I've had the test done. Marty had to know, if I wouldn't have done the test he would have told you, he would have tried for joint custody. He was almost sure just like I was. Marty's not all that bad Rich, I know you never did like him but he's saved enough for our son's education, it's even in an account under our son's name. And I never really stopped seeing Marty completely, he's interested in our son to, but he's a good man and has abided by my request not to interfere.

I hate to tell you this Rich but I've found I do like writing, I like writing about us, so this isn't the last of my stories it's only the beginning. I guess in a way it's going to be an education for you. I've only told you about the one affair I had after I caught you cheating on me. I'll bet Marty's a surprise in more then one way. Strange how your affair can infuriate me so much, when mine only turn you on. Oh yes Rich I'm telling it all, how much you like me being fucked by other men. How much you'll take being humiliated to watch me having sex with all you friends. Oh that's right you didn't really want you buddies to know did you, oh well that was pay back for the affair, but you know that I've told you that.

But Rich there is so much I haven't told you, so many things I'm going to write about so many of those stories are personal and unlike this story, which could be just about anyone, people you know well be able to figure out it's us. Just think Rich one of your business or church friends may be just like you and want his wife to fuck other men, maybe even have a gang bang. He may even like to read stories about it just like you do. May even read this one of mine and put two and two together. Wouldn't that be nice you two could talk about something other then religion or business.

Well folks that's all for now, the next story I'm going to tell is about my next affair, that's when I really learned how much I like being a slut, and how far I'm willing to go to have pleasure. After that I have one I already have the title to, 'The Price he Paid'. That one is related to Rich having his affair but more so the price Rich paid to watch me being a slut. Watched me with all his good buddies to, he may have liked it but for a while he was shrivel up so small you could hardly tell he was a man. Well I guess Rich at his hardest, Rich looks more like a boy then a man anyway. From there I'm not sure what I'll write, personally I like the parts of my life before I knew I had a cuckold husband. That's not right before he knew he was cuckold but also before I knew he liked being that.

Come on guys do you really think your wife wants a man who likes being cuckold. She may like making you cuckold. I love sex with other men, I even think one of the best parts was when I thought Rich might catch me. That's exciting puts a little risk into an affair. Oh well live goes on, I just never thought I'd be married to a man who wants me to cheat. Never would have crossed my mind that if I was, I could go right on loving him.

Just think Rich I love other men's cocks so much more then yours but you have my heart, your a lucky man Rich. In a way I'm a lucky woman to, I know you won't leave me because our son isn't biologically yours. I know that in your heart he is your son and I know that won't change. Your a keeper Rich, I just wish I could teach you how to be a good lover. I wish that almost as much as I wish I could change how you feel about me being with other men. Maybe love we'll get it right in the next life. 

Ok folks I'm dying to know did you like my story, is it well written or does it stink. You can comment about my life if you want to, call me a slut wife if you must, but that's not going to change much now is it.



Call Me an April Fool



Call Me an April Fool

[A satirical attempt to fit into as many Literotica categories as possible.]

by

Robert Reams

Many thanks to Pilot and one other for editing

Goddamn! Shit! I am so pissed off. Who the fuck ever invented April Fool's Day anyway? Fucking asshole. Even so, how could she have done this to me?

It all started last Friday, March 27th. I should have known something was going on, but I have been so busy, so distracted, I barely knew what day it was. I got this call from Sylvia, my loving wife. There was to be a party, a small social gathering at our house on Wednesday night. "Wednesday?" I had asked, "A weeknight? Kind of a strange day for a get-together?" 

"Oh, don't be such a stick-in-the-mud," she answered. "I remember when you used to party every night."

"Yeah, well, those days are pretty much gone, don't ya think? Anyway, I have only two more weeks on the MacGuffin deal. I'll never be ready in time."

"Well, then you won't. What difference is one night gonna make?"

"Well, geez, babe, ya know, I gotta work. I got a job to do, mortgage to pay, all that. It ain't easy, ya know."

"I know, sweetie. But do this for me? Just this once? Please?"

When she put it that way, I had always been helpless, had always been a sucker for that sweet, innocent look she managed to transmit, even over the phone.

We had been together for five years, Sylvia and I. I had been taken in thrall the first time I had ever seen the way her flaming locks formed upside down question marks around her full, luscious breasts. The rest of the package did nothing to detract from that beauty. Jasmine is tiny, five foot one and a half, weighing in at around eighty-five pounds. A milky way of freckles adorns her fair cheeks and pert nose. When she gets excited, they glow a deep neon red. Her lips are full, soft cushions of hot flesh. Her hips flare wide, then tuck tight around her firm butt. Her legs are trim and shapely; she loves to wear tall heels to tighten her calves. But even in heels her nose never rises past my sternum. I am six-three and weigh in at around 225. I used to play O-line in high school, but like most of us, I've started to turn a bit to flab.

She had me wondering what could be so important it had to be completed by Wednesday night. But then my desk phone rang. My Boss. Charley Griffen, the boss of all bosses, wanted to discuss the MacGuffin account, so Sylvia and Wednesday night were easily forgotten.

I thought no more about it until Monday evening. When I arrived home from work, Sylvia waited, ice cold Manhattan cocktail in hand, dressed in nothing but her tiny French maid's apron, dinner already on the table. Dumbfounded, I dove into the homemade shrimp scampi and antipasto, finished off with a frozen vanilla Italian ice. Dazed and sated, I sat back with my hands folded over my belly like a dime store Buddha, reluctant to ask about my good fortune. I rose to replenish my drink, but Sylvia interposed her body between me and the booze.

"No more booze tonight, Jack. I want you unimpaired for later. Now go take a nice, long, hot shower. I'll come in a few minutes to wash your back."

An hour later, playfully working my soft-on with both hands, Jasmine began her pitch. "That was good, wasn't it, Jack? With us it is always pretty damn good. But you know, er, lately I been thinkin'."

"What is it, babe?"

"Well, you know I've got this thing planned for Wednesday night. I didn't think it would be fair to just spring it on you, so I decided to tell you what I have planned."

"Uh oh! What do you have on your evil mind?" The grin on Sylvia's face widened, looking for all the world as if she were hatching some grave conspiracy. "Come on, out with it," I insisted.

"I have invited a very good friend to share our bed."

"What!"

"I think you heard me, Jack. I said I have invited a friend to have a threesome with us."

"Are you serious?"

"Serious as a heart attack, Jack. You know you have always wanted a threesome. How many times have I heard you fantasize about it?"

"Well, uh, holy shit, tell me more."

"Well, Paddy and I go way back. We have been friends since high school. Recently we ran into one another again. I have been thinking about this for a while. Just like that, over coffee, Paddy started talking about threesomes. Seemed perfect. So I went ahead; I set it up. It is happening Wednesday night.

"One thing you have to know, Jack," she continued. "If this is happening, it is happening on my terms. When you come home on Wednesday night, I will be in charge. You will follow my instructions, my lead, or it isn't going to happen. Do you agree or not, Jack?"

"Okay, okay, Sylvia, I agree. Wednesday night, threesome, you in charge. Got it. So, tell me more about this Patty. What is she like?" By this time, Sylvia's fondling, plus thoughts of another woman in our bed, had my soft-on reverting quickly to its former hardness. So, I flipped her over, went for it. I knew she loved it by her gasps and moans. I kept driving until I shot my load, finishing up in her tight, juicy ass. I was sure she had her usual orgasm, because she loves me to fuck her long and hard.

Wednesday finally came. I was itchy and irritable all day, even pissing off MacGuffin, almost losing the account. I couldn't wait to see the other woman Sylvia had invited to our bed. God, that very night I would have two warm pussies, two hot mouths, two tight assholes. Too bad, I thought, I didn't have six dicks.

I found myself whistling on the way home, "the monster" already stirring in my slacks. Dinner was Sylvia's amazing pot roast, but I barely tasted anything, did not even scarf up seconds. As I was wiping my mouth with a napkin, Sylvia came up behind me to place a blindfold over my eyes. "No fair peeking," she said playfully. "Your surprise is starting."

Sylvia placed my right hand on her shoulder, leading me to our bedroom as if I were blind. She backed me up against our bed. Slowly she undressed me, pausing to softly caress all those sensitive places a loving wife knows about. When she knelt to remove my shoes and socks, she took "the monster" full in her mouth. For such a tiny woman, she has an enormous capacity to take cock in her throat. Immediately, I grasped her head, fucking strongly, deeply, wanting desperately to cum. But it was not to be. She struggled free. Then she rose to push me roughly. I fell heavily to the bed. While I was still flopping, she adroitly secured my right wrist to the bed frame with cuffs I had used so often on her.

"Hey," I shouted, "no fair," jerking hard on the cuff. Unfortunately, focusing my struggle of that wrist cuff made me vulnerable, so Sylvia easily secured my left ankle. In seconds I was immobilized, stretched out, all four limbs secured.

"Hey, cut it out. You know I don't like this sh. . . , " I began, but my loving wife quickly shoved a ball gag in my mouth, securing it deftly with straps at the back of my head. I struggled and mumbled and thrashed, all to no avail. What the hell was she up to? How the hell was I gonna service two sweet pussies all trussed up?

"Okay, Paddy, you can come in now," Sylvia called. I heard someone enter the room, then some rustling as if someone were undressing. A heavy presence bowed the mattress, moved up toward me. Now I felt hands, more lips, on me. I was pretty sure they were Sylvia's, working the vein on the underside like she did so well. Legs straddled my chest. Hands removed the gag. I licked my lips in anticipation of eating pussy, something I did for Sylvia sometimes, even though I didn't like it much. Fingers roughly held my nose closed until I opened my mouth. A large cock head, the size of a plum, suddenly filled my mouth, pushed right on past over my tongue into my throat. It was by far the largest thing I had ever had in my mouth. Whoever it was started fucking my throat.

"Jack, meet Paddy," Sylvia said then, laughing. I could feel her weight move over the bed until she stood, one foot on each side of my head. "Paddy loves to eat pussy, don't you, Paddy?"

"Especially yours, Sylvia, so hot and funky."

I struggled then, thrashing my head back and forth until the unknown Paddy held my head still with both hands. I tried to bite him, but he was so big I couldn't close my jaws. His balls were thumping my chin. I had to gasp for each breath. Finally, I had to admit defeat. I accepted my fate. Surrendered. Let it happen, I could do nothing about it. Once I stopped struggling, Paddy adjusted his position so I could breathe. The fucking went on and on.

Above me, Sylvia's moans grew louder and louder. I had never heard her make such noises. She began to cry out, "Oh god! Oh my god!" All at once, a stream of pungent fluid splashed my face. Then again. And still he fucked on. Paddy spoke." Don't worry, Jack, I won't cum in your throat. I have other plans."

Gradually my feelings changed. The hard, velvety cock gliding over my tongue felt easy, smooth. I decided to see what would happen if I participated. The next time the fat head slid by, I licked it. "Oh Yeah," Paddy moaned, "lick it. Suck it!"

So I did. I sucked for all it was worth, using my lips, my tongues, my throat. The more I participated, the more he moaned and grunted. At that moment I discovered something about myself. Sucking cock made me hard. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been, achingly, painfully hard.

As quickly as it had started, it ceased.

Sylvia got down from the bed.

Paddy pulled his cock from my throat, from my mouth. He, too, got off the bed.

"Wow," I said, " that was . . ." But the ball gag was replaced.

I felt one leg shackle being released. Then the other. I was elated. But they had been released only to be switched. I was now face down, my arms painfully crossed above me. Then they were released and switched. I could tell by the weight it was Paddy who now crawled onto the bed between my legs. Rough hands massaged my ass cheeks. One slippery finger was guided into my ass, the first time anything had entered me, ever. My asshole clenched tight in reaction. The second finger made me gasp; the third brought out my muffled cry, "Ouch!"

Paddy laughed. "More to come there, Jack. Try to relax, it is gonna happen anyway."

The fingers worked and probed and stretched me, pulling me open, then flicking around inside. While the fingers inside hurt, I found each time he contacted the outer "lips" of my ass it was quite pleasurable. Fingers and thumbs were used then to lave my ass with lots of fluid. I knew what was coming. I had feared and fretted this moment my whole life. Every time the image had arisen to my conscious, I had driven it ruthlessly down. 

When the first two inches of his formidable cock popped passed my sphincter, I screamed against the ball gag, emitting nothing but a high-pitched guttural moan and a huge quantity of saliva. Without pause or surcease, he plowed on through, immediately setting up a rhythm of long, slow strokes. I felt small, soft stokes on my back and ass, heard Sylvia's sweet voice. "It's okay, Jack. Try to relax. I know you'll love it if you just relax." I felt her fist against my ass cheeks, guiding him into me.

Paddy adjusted his angle to strike my prostate with each determined thrust. Pain metamorphosed into the depths of pleasure. My puny cock began to leak copious amounts of fluid. I collapsed to the bed, all sense of resistance gone, my rectum wide open, inviting harder, deeper penetration.

Paddy spoke, "Your father did this to my mother, Jack, after he left you and your miserable mother," I heard Paddy say. "Yes, that's right. You are being fucked by your brother, Jack, your half-brother, your father's son. Take my cock, Jack. You know you love it. All those years you've been denying it, Jack." 

And he was right. Surrender made all the difference. total surrender to his driving cock, his overwhelming need, brought me total joy, extreme pleasure. Despite my bonds, I thrust back and up, urging him to pierce me harder, harder. Sylvia's hands removed the gag, turned my head to the side to thrust her sopping pussy in my face, muffling my sounds of ecstasy. She was cumming hard as a result of my debasement, splashing her feminine essence across my face and down my chin. I lapped greedily at her, wanting more, more.

Paddy thrust once more deep in my tortured ass, grabbed my hips, and held tight as he unloaded his cum into me. I felt him hot and strong against my prostate. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over me until I was near unconsciousness. Paddy collapsed atop me, his body heavy on me. Sylvia fell on the bed across my face, nearly suffocating me. And the three of us dozed off in sated slumber.

So, yes, I am pissed off. I hate April 1st. My life has changed forever. My brother, Paddy, has moved in with us and makes all the rules. He often makes me watch as he takes Sylvia, uses her. And she loves it, laughs at me. Yes, I am often the April Fool. And sometimes I am only allowed to fuck her with Paddy's permission. 

But then there's Wednesday. Wednesday is my day to service Paddy's big cock. And I am angry he forced me to face what I had submerged so well all those years, hidden even from myself. I love to be fucked! 

God damn April Fool's Day changed everything—really complicated my life



Call Me Anytime



It's been a very long day. Thank god it is almost over, I’m thinking to myself, as I prepare a relaxing scented bubble bath. I'll spend the entire weekend sunning myself and reading a good book down by the shore. 

I turn off the tap and sink down into the hot bubbly water just as the phone rings.

"Hello."

A smooth deep voice says, "I've been watching you." 

"Who is this?"

Silence.

"Is this one my students?"

"I know what you need." 

"Ha, Ha, very funny, exactly what do you think I need."

"Me."

Silence stretches as electric tentacles of fear tingle up my spine. 

"How dare you!"

"I do. The question is do you dare." 

"What do you mean?"

"I'll give you what you need. At dusk follow Lakeside Drive, enter the cabin at the end of the path." 

Click.

I put down the phone. What a Looney. To think I would do something so irresponsible, so…so dangerous! Its probably just one of my students pranking me. It would be just like a frat boy’s antics. 

I slid down into my bath while trying to figure out which student it could be. As I'm sponging my breasts it occurs to me it could be Tom, with his sunny disposition and blond surfer boy good looks. It’s possible, and he's always cutting up and interrupting my class, incessantly flirting with the girls. And he's a frat boy after all.

Swirling my sponge lower, I think about the other young men in my classes. Maybe Brad in my second class, his eyes always have a twinkle in them, as if he's keeping an amusing joke to himself.

My soapy fingers slide down between my thighs, middle finger parting and rubbing my little clitty back and forth. Running up and down my gash. 

Um, that feels soooo good.

Chris, third period, now he's a cute one! Tall, green eyes, framed with dark brown lashes, you could get lost in those eyes, what wicked possibilities they seem to offer.

Mmmn, sigh, shiver. 

I bring myself back to reality long enough to roll sideways and drag the sponge down my back and across my buttocks, thru my crack and slip my soapy index finger into my tiny rosebud. Pushing it in and sliding it back out, again and again, while dragging my middle finger across my clit and into my pussy. Faster and faster my fingers move as my body stiffens, my pussy clamps down, spasming over and over, my pretty pink toes curling from the sheer pleasure. 

Unh, oh yes, YES!

Chris is definitely a possibility. He seems like such a wicked boy!

Me, Me, Me, keeps whispering thru my mind as the day wears on.

No matter what I do, the voice tantalizes me, tickles my consciousness with fear, curiosity and arousal. 

Arousal? 

Yep! Its there, that spark of heat in my groin that's slowly fanning itself into a flame. By dusk it has become a litany in my head.

Me, Me, Me....

I've got to do it. I've got to go.

My curiosity almost appeased, my fear growing, I walk along the tree- lined path and enter the darkened cabin. 

The light at the end of the hall beckons me toward the bedroom. Glowing candles illuminate a pine four-poster bed with red satin sheets, a table with a glass of liquid, a single red rose, and a note. 

Written in a bold sweeping script it says, "drink the wine. It'll help you relax." 

Well, I could certainly use it, I thought. 

Sipping the wine, I'm pondering why I'm desperate enough to be doing this. The word FEAR comes to mind. FEAR of being lonely, and of being alone for god only knows how much longer. Its been years, what if its years more. I can't exist like this anymore. My body is yearning, humming, stretched taut with the need to be stroked by a man.

The door creaks open. I jump and whirl around. He's there in the shadows, moving towards me with his hands outstretched.

"Relax. I won't hurt you, please try to trust me. I can give you what you need."

His voice is so soothing, mellow.

As he approaches I can smell this wonderful aroma; a mixture of spices and a light earthy masculine musk that's invading and arousing my senses.

Stopping as he steps into the light, I gasp and stare into the deep limpid pools of his eyes. Its Nick Dupree, the archeologist professor and he's stark naked!

His wonderfully warm smile quickly puts me at ease. Gazing erotically into my eyes his hand reaches for the partially empty wine glass. Dipping his finger into the glass, he glides the drop of liquid along my lower lip and then slowly licks it off with the tip of his tongue. He runs his finger along my jaw while his thumb skates its way across my cheekbone. 

"Relax, he whispers. I'm here for you."

I lower my eyes and slowly exhale a sigh. 

His fingers alight on my shoulders as he pivots me away from him. Stroking my shoulders thru my blouse, he lowers his fingers down and around to the buttons, smoothly undoing them while his moist lips descend to the apex of my neck and shoulder; then sliding his tongue towards the top near my ear, biting gently upon arrival at his destination.

Time moves into slow motion. The wine relaxes and intoxicates me. His lips descend to the valley of my breasts and erotic heat is building, strengthening, gaining momentum within me. Nick’s lips circle and nibble slowly inward to my hard, raised, pebbled, eraser-like nipple, while one of his hands is firmly massaging, pulling and tweaking the nipple of my other breast.

Oh! It is so exquisite! Goosebumps form up my arms and down my chest. Heat sears its way through my abdomen toward the core of my being. 

His hands slide down my skirt, then under it and back up my thighs, grasping and stroking my ass cheeks; his lips and tongue nibble and kiss their way down and around my stomach, rimming and teasing my belly button. He quickly removes my skirt and slides off my panties. 

I open my eyes to gaze at him. 

Lifting my thigh onto his shoulder he leans his head into my hot, aching and moist slit, inhaling, savoring the scent of lust, then exhaling cool air over me. Looking up with a devilish smile, he sticks his tongue out and strokes from my dripping well, all the way up to my clit. Which he grasps firmly with his teeth, sucks, licks and lets go!

My legs quiver and turn to jelly. Nick grabs me gently, shoves me onto the bed. Covering me quickly with his body, he slides down, eases my thighs open further and latches onto my pussy like he was starving and this was his last meal. 

"Oh! My!" I'm in paradise and quickly escalating towards heaven.

Nick spreads my slit open and drags the flat of his tongue up and down, up and down, dipping into my wet musky pussy, curling his tongue and slurping my nectar down his throat as if he were parched! His tongue slid up to my clit, as one then two of his fingers slid into my pussy; he bites into my clit with his teeth and curls his fingers, firmly gesturing to come here. I lose it! My back arches, stomach and thighs tremble. I clutch the sheets in my hands; my pulsing pussy clenches down on his fingers and refuses to let go as it gushes over his face. 

I open my eyes to find him gazing down upon me with a grin that is priceless. 

He ever so gently swoops down, licks my lips then delves his sweet tangy tongue into my mouth. Swirling, stroking, sensuously fucking my tongue with his. 

Nudging my thighs further apart, he gathers me to his chest and flexes his hips, sliding his hot cock in just an inch, holding it there, then swirling it, mimicking what his tongue is doing to mine. 

I bring my legs up and wrap them around Nicks hips, trying to draw him further into my grasping cunt. 

Oh, it feels soooo good! Why won't he thrust? The tingling and heat is becoming overwhelming. Oh god! If he would just thrust, I'd be right there looking over the edge, ready to fly off.

Nick lowers his head and whispers into my ear, "what do you want?" 

"What?"

"Tell me and I'll give it to you." 

I raise my hips, trying to thrust myself upon him. He pulls his hips back, looks at me and says, "Say it. Tell me what you need and it'll be yours."

Nick's cock is rubbing up and down my clit, teasing me, driving me insane. My chest is arching into his and my thighs are stroking his hips. My throbbing pussy is so excited it is weeping and aching from the tension.

Nick cups my face between his hands, stops all movement and stares into my eyes; waiting patiently for awareness to surface. 

My breathing starts to slow and my eyes began to focus on him. He lowers his lips to mine, nuzzles them and says, "say it."

"You." "I need YOU!"

The corners of his lips edge up in a triumphant smile. Pivoting his hips forward, he smoothly thrusts, coming to rest against my cervix. 

Heaven!

His thick cock lodged into my wet rippling pussy feels just like coming home after a long absence, like snuggling down into a warm bed on a cold night. (long sigh) 

Nuzzling his nose across my jaw and ear, licking and biting my neck with his mouth, Nick withdraws his cock slowly, rotating his hips as he does, feeling every ridge, bump and crevice, pulling his shaft and cockhead all the way out to the tip. He drives it back in more forcefully; bottoms out and starts increasing his pace with each thrust of his cock. Sweat rolls down his chest and arms. He draws his legs up under his thighs, wraps his arms around my waist, balances on his knees and starts stroking. Picking up his pace, circling his thumb on my clit. He throws his head back, pistoning his hips for all he's worth.

The friction we create drives me up higher and higher, right over the edge and I fly like I hadn't flown in so long. Toes curled tight, body strung taut like wire, hands clenching the sheets as if I might actually fall.

Ok, I did actually fall; my mind, that is!

And as I tumble, Nick follows right along. My pussy clamps down on his cock so hard, rippling, contracting, coaxing, inviting his hot sperm to race to the finish line. His balls tuck up tight, jettisoning his hot thick roiling sperm up his shaft, shooting out the tip and spraying towards home. He shouts, grunts and groans yes! Mine. As he collapses on top of me gasping for air. 

Nick rolls onto his back, wraps his arm around my waist and slides me against his side, tucking me into the crook of his arm. He leans his head toward my ear to lick the outer shell and whispers, "What do you need?"

Grinning a tremulous, quirky smile I respond, "you!"

As we drift into an exhausted sleep I hear him sigh, "Me."…



Call Me Booty



I couldn't help it, I just had to yawn again it's all of six in the morning. I suppose most would be used to getting up that early, though when you are getting up at seven every day for the last ten years, earlier is hard. The guards laugh and tell me yet again they could put me back to bed if I prefer.

My free girl clothes in hand, the guards referring to them that way of course I make my way into the changing room followed of course by one of the guards. Taking small comfort in it not being that perverted greasy haired Stephen I turn my back to her and pull the obnoxious orange jumpsuit from me. Followed shortly afterward by the dirty grey bra and panties provided for me by the prison.

"Here, I know you feel dirty so may as well clean the dirt of this prison from you." The guard says as she hands me a wet bath sponge, her hand caressing then squeezing my left cheek.

"Susan you know how I feel about sex with women, but tell you what, if I end up in here again you can give me conjugal visits, perhaps that sicko grease ball would leave me alone then." I say as my body trembles at her touch and the cold water of the sponge as I begin to clean myself.

"Probably wouldn't help, I had to deck him a couple times before he sorta leaves me alone. I talked to the warden about him, he can't transfer him, no one will have him and the man is related to the director. Try not to come back is the best I can say, if you do though I am so holding you to the conjugal promise."

She sighs as she takes a seat and watches me clean myself, the cold water making my nipples stick out, the water cascading over my body highlighting the tattoo's and scars. Being ever the tease I turn so the light splashes on me causing my wet nipples to shine, butt sticks out a little and my hand slows down, paying special attention to breasts and pussy.

Now clean but very wet and a little chilled I turn and toss the sponge in the bucket before I am folded into a towel. I look over at Susan as her lips meet mine, her arms wrapping around me and holding me close. At first I resist, but in the end I let her kiss me, her soft little tongue worming it's way into my mouth. I feel a tingle running up and down my back, my toes curling a teensy little bit even. When the kiss ends she steps back and we both catch our breath, a faint smile creasing her lips as she looks at me.

"Maybe I shouldn't have done that, might give you an incentive to come back."

"Probably not but I gotta think about it, sent chills down my back, though I can't think of anything but sex right now. I'll let you know." I say winking at her as I dry myself off.

Anything else she may have wanted to say is cut off with banging on the door and Stephen yelling out that if we take much longer he's going to come in and watch. With a shiver I grab up my clothes and start getting dressed, Susan sits down again laughing. She quiets down and watches as I pull my stockings up my legs, careful to include a slow roll of the hips and alternate between hiding my pussy and flashing it to her. She groans as I turn my back to her, bend at the waist then pull the thong slowly up my legs and in place.

With the garter in place and clipped to my stockings I pull the teeny dress into a crumpled mass before raising it high and letting it fall mostly into place, with a few adjustments both breasts are somewhat covered and Susan is practically drooling.

"I still can't believe you actually wore that dress to trial, leaning forward must expose all of you to view."

"Well the juror number 4 I think was a most delectable specimen of man I wanted to see if maybe he would be interested. He wasn't but he sure stared hard, mores the pity I could have used some hot man loving in here."

Purse in hand we move to the door then go down another interminable corridor with Stephen staring at my ass the entire way. They leave me sitting in front of a desk, though Susan stays behind a moment longer to hand me her number. I sit there fiddling with my purse I don't know how long before another guard enters and sits before me. He drones on for some time with some nonsense of my rehabilitation, the terms of my release a number of times even mentioning the fact that I am released on parole and breaking that will have me back in prison for the entirety of my sentence along with any added time. Finally he tells me to remember what he said and puts a paper in front of me with a pen, for my signature.

As I am then led by the new guard to the gates he hands me a folder with all of the things I need to know, along with the name and address of my case worker. I have to stop and retrieve a piece of paper that falls free, on it is a name and number.

'So is this your number?" I ask him quizzically.

"Oh no I am a married man, quite happily I am happy to say. No that number is my sons he isn't married and made me promise to give it to you." He answers turning at least four shades of red.

"Tell me about him, it's not like a felon can get a good paying job, I may as well explore homemaker."

"Well to be honest you probably won't like him, he worked as an IT man for a few years but is back in school to learn game design." 

"Oh shush, I like games, my brother had an arcade he would swear I spent more time in there than anywhere else besides playing our Nintendo. In fact I think the first thing I buy will be one of those Xbox's. Besides you didn't tell me much, what are his eating preferences does he drink, well actually forget all that what is he like?"

"Well he is always polite, played games endlessly it seemed as a kid, a lot like you I guess, has a mind for these new fangled computers. He says that he turned down several lucrative offers to go back to college so I suppose he was good at it. It's all Greek to me he loses me every time he starts talking about scripts and operating systems." He tells me face lighting up, pride for his son evident all over his face.

"He sounds wonderful to me it would be good to have intelligent conversation, most of the gals in here and a few of the guards are rather lacking upstairs. I'll be sure and call him soon as I get settled in somewhere. Tell your son I will call in a couple days at most." I say as I grab onto his arm and pull myself up to kiss him on the cheek.

He turns at least eight shades of red as he reaches for the door and opens it to the gate. The warden is standing there along with a number of guards, the stern look on his face making me think my parole was a joke. I guess the look on my face told him my fears because he strides over to me, his face softening with a smile.

"Don't worry Miss Smith, you are being released now, we are here to make sure you can get into the taxi. There are a number of reporters outside and the police didn't send any officers."

"Oh please, you are here to get some TV time and look like a good warden you know perfectly well I wouldn't have problems getting to a taxi. Though I am curious, why do I get a taxi?"

"Guilty as charged, I guess it is good we are in a prison. You are getting a taxi because the bus is having engine troubles and there is not a spare to run out here. The taxi is paid for already, in part by me and in part by your case worker she is rather excited to meet you. Personally I'm glad you are leaving, you are making my guards look bad they either drool all over themselves at you or try their hardest to be on your ward. Apologies for Stephen but well I knew he would drool at you and leave the rest of the women alone."

"He actually made prison bearable to be honest his constant attention let me forget where I was. Let's be on with this, I have to see a parole officer, a cemetery and see if I can find an apartment."

He opens his mouth to say something, shuts it, opens it again then shuts it and with a smile takes my arm and leads me to the gate. With a wave of his hand skyward the gate begins opening. There is a great ruckus outside, some lights start shining through the widening gap of the gate as it opens, some shouting and a little jostling can be heard. As the gate opens wider the guards move forward to go out first, the wardens hand on my arm holding me in place.

When the gate finally opens all the way the reporters are herded to either side, leaving a rather wide path between, just off the road I can see a yellow taxi sitting there, the driver leaning out the window watching the chaos with a wry smile. The warden pulls his hand from my arm and guides me out into the corridor the guards formed toward the left side. He pulls away from me after whispering in my ear to talk to these leeches for a minute and goes to the right side.

Before I have a chance to hear a question or formulate anything to say several microphones are shoved in my face followed by a barrage of shouted questions. The lights on the video cameras blinding me so bad I can't even figure out where the questions are coming from.

"Stop, ask your questions when you are called on or I'm not answering any questions and you can simply record me leaving." I scream at them in disgust.

The guards laugh as the reporters pull back the microphones stick their hand in the air and dance around like little kids with the answer to the question or needing to go to the bathroom. I look around for a second before spotting her, a small little woman like myself, half shoved in the back by the taller ladies and the men. I point to her and smile as she excitedly shoves her way forward with the tallest cameraman of all of them.

"Thank you Ms. Smith, I am sure all of us are wondering what your plans are now that you are free, paroled or not you must be biting at the bit to find the people who killed your brother." She says somehow finding the nerve to compose herself before shoving the microphone in my face.

"That is an excellent question. To be frank I would love to find these persons and exact revenge in every ounce of their bodies, twice. However I have no desire to return to this prison or any prison unless I am visiting a friend so I shall leave it to the police to find the persons responsible. I have every confidence in their abilities they did manage to catch me after all, the persons who killed my brother stand no chance."

There is some laughter then one of the tall ladies yells out a question relating to finding the killers. I don't answer her I simply stare at her for a second, recognizing her as one of the reporters at my trial who kept interrupting it.

"Since you have no class I am not answering any of your questions, stand here and record what I say or go away I care not one whit. Open your mouth again and I'll tell you exactly what I think of your talents and they do not appear in front of the camera. Now I shall take a question from you." I snap at her before turning to a tall blonde man.

"Yes thank you, you did not specify what you were going to do now besides let the police chase after the killers of your brother." He says with a catch in his voice, though he is definitely older than a puberty stricken boy.

"Oh yes you are right, well as you can see my brother is something of a sore spot so I apologize for that oversight. Today I am going to go see my parole officer, I understand she is excited to meet me, I am going to visit my brother and pay my overdue respects, I trust you reporters shall let me do so in peace. I am also going to have to find an apartment likewise in peace I would rather not be bothered with reporters and sightseers. Of course one of the more important things in my list of things to do today is touch base with my friends, see how they are catch up on gossip, find a job, and if I have time after all of that, find a lot of sex. I'm hoping that I can do the job and sex relatively easily. I'd like to say I'm going to be a secretary or even an assistant, but with my record and face all over TV I'm probably going to be reduced to doing porn or stripper. Not that either are demeaning or unwanted, porn has a certain appeal alot of sex to be had there in theory, practice though I've heard isn't there. I hope that answers your question fully."

The little reporter lady elbows the blonde guy who is standing there turning red mouth agape before turning to me and opening her mouth.

"Yes thank you. Now if I may I have another question."

"Well since you asked so nicely and you rather seem to be the smartest one here anyway."

"Flattery will get you everywhere thank you. I noticed you mentioned your friends, I am sure everyone here knows that your friends at least most are members of the gang you were in that has largely disappeared, do you perhaps know differently?"

"No I don't know differently, I do however know where at least one of them lives and I have a suspicion that some of my friends are still using some of our old haunts, though if he happens to be watching this giving me a ride would be nice. Now thank you for being orderly, I believe I shall let the reporters on the other side ask me some questions now. The warden will be happy to answer any questions you have for him, about me I am sure but do ask about the prison it is quite well run."

So saying I put my hand to the guard closest to where I am standing and motion him to let the little reporter lady and her cameraman through. As I cross the small path the little reporter beaming widely in hand the warden leans in and thanks me in passing before he begins fielding questions behind me. Pausing a couple steps before the reporters I turn to little reporter and tell her to stay here I wish to speak with her before I leave.

"Now wait until you are picked to ask questions and do please not ask the same questions, I know your cameramen were able to get my answers." I tell them as I approach, as one their hands shoot into the sky and they are dancing in place.

"Yes thank you. I would like to return to your earlier answer, in case you do not know the police have not made any visible progress in finding the persons responsible for the death of your brother. Does that change your plan to let the police handle the matter?" Asks the man I have picked, a mousy little man with graying temples looking vaguely familiar.

"I did not know that, however since I am a relative of the victim they will apprise me of their progress in more details than you reporters get and I perhaps can get more information than they have already after speaking with my friends. Of course I'd like to say this again, if you are watching I would like a ride you know where to find me." I answer him before pointing to a different reporter, a tall blonde lady.

"I have a two part question if you don't mind. I'd like to ask you if you are expecting a car to come to the prison, and are you planning on going back to your old activities?"

"Short answers no and no, longer since I know you want one to the second question. I do not wish to return to my old activities, well paying though they may be I am the last of my family in the U.S. it is my duty to see that I do not stay the last. At present my plan is to find a nice man settle down and have as many kids as we can. I have one good lead so far but time will tell. Now next question, but not about him, that is private and shall stay that way."

"Yes thank you. I would like to ask if you are interested in any other jobs, perhaps as a reporter. You are quite knowledgeable, concise and clear. You would not be able to cover military issues but the police reportedly hold you in high regards."

"Well I did receive training as a secretary and I am sure all of you are aware that I would make a good security guard, perhaps be all in one as a receptionist. However my record eliminates me from most of those jobs immediately, not to mention I could not be an armed security guard, at least not in the classic sense, I really have no interest in being a reporter, I'm not tall enough to be a cameraman, or man enough in certain ways I suppose I should mention. I could open up my own training gym and teach others Muay Thai, except then I would disgrace my ancestors, the Muay Thai I know is our family art and is not to be shared outside the family, I won't do that. Before you ask it is better to let it die with me than to pollute my heritage with outsiders. Now if you would excuse me I must be going before my driver falls asleep, I have much to do and probably not enough time to do it in."

Grabbing the little reporter by the hand I walk toward the taxi, the driver looking interested at my approach. The direction his eyes traveling let me know exactly what he is interested in though I find it a complement rather than disgusting, I really gotta find a cute guy and use him until he passes out. A few feet from the taxi but hopefully far enough away from the reporters and their cameras I stop and turn to little reporter.

"First this is a rather private discussion about you so you better turn your microphone and camera off." I tell her then wait for her to do so. "OK now I must ask did you know my brother. He used the flattery phrase on a daily basis it seemed."

"I... well yes I did know him, six years ago he saved my life." She tells me, turning red in the process.

"It turned into more didn't it."

"I'd rather not say those cameramen are probably listening to us."

"Perhaps, ah well I guess I am going to have to kidnap you into coming with me for a little while, so we can talk."

Without waiting for an answer I turn to the taxi and open the door, waiting for her to join me. I can hear her talking to her cameraman who says something about an exclusive before she turns and trots over to the taxi and gets in.

"Let's see you should drive your van over to oh I don't know, let's say Washington and Thirtieth in a half hour or so." I tell the cameraman before the taxi driver and the cameraman both tell me an hour. 

With a flip of my hand and a snorted fine I get into the taxi shut the door and wave to the reporters. The taxi goes into gear and drives away rather quickly causing the two of us to look at him.

"Hey you said Washington and Thirtieth in an hour that calls for speedy driving." The driver grumbles as he manhandles the wheel into another turn, his gravelly voice hinting at a smoker.

"First I gotta ask, what is your name?"

"Stephanie." She mutters low.

"OK, now dish, were you and my brother an item?" I ask as I turn towards her to see her shrinking into the seat.

"Oh lord I wish he was here, he always said you had a hell of a temper." She whimpers out breathlessly.

"Ha that's funny he always had more of a temper than I do. However don't worry I'm not mad about this, it's not like I wanted him or something." I tell her laughing, the driver laughing with me.

"Well thank god. Yes we were I was very glad he saved my life and it well sorta turned into a little more than gratitude. Though he did make me wait until I graduated college before... well..." She trails off turning bright pink.

"Well I'll be he waited, dang you must have been special to him."

"I would hope so especially after..."

"Wait, you two didn't use protection? So I'm an aunt and not the last of my family?" I excitedly interrupt her.

She reaches for her purse and pulls out her billfold, when opened a string of pictures flop out. Grabbing them up I look at them each in turn my jaw dropping further and further. At first it's my brother and her, then it is them both beaming with her belly swollen. The next picture I swear my jaw hit the floor of the taxi and kept going, they are both holding a baby.

"My god twins, so I have two nieces or nephews." I mutter before looking at her smiling face and a hand held up with three fingers.

"Two nephews and a niece actually, and no not triplets, I think I would have killed him myself for that. I feel guilty but he didn't know I was pregnant again when he died I found out that day and left a message for him to come over, but he had already left." Her eyes filling as she says it.