0 comments/ 57598 views/ 2 favorites Wendy By: Crystal Sky I met Wendy at a neighbor's house. She was in a relationship with another woman and I met them both at the same time. But, the blond with blue eyes caught my attention. Maybe it was they way she looked at me, like she wanted to eat me up, that turned me on so much. The two didn't stay together and Wendy was soon living alone, running her own commercial cleaning business. She visited my neighbor often after the break-up, playing pool and just hanging out. One night we played pool for quite some time while drinking tequila shots. I'm not a heavy drinker, not even a moderate drinker, so the alcohol went to work fast. It wasn't long before I was brushing up against her when walking around the table. Any opportunity to brush up against her was seen and taken. Still, she continued to look at me with those, 'I want you eyes' and my own were beginning to show the same feeling. All those balls and long sticks were an added bonus, adding to the feeling, running my hand along the length of the stick each time it was my shot, exaggerating this movement so that she could watch. She left the table to go to the back bathroom in the master bedroom and from the end of the hall I saw her motioning for me to join her. I jumped at the chance. I met her in the master bedroom, which had a king size waterbed. She locked the door behind me and turned around to look me in the eyes. Before either of us knew it, we were locked in a deep kiss, a hungry kiss that explored each others faces and necks. I went to my knees and pulled her shirt from her pants, lifting it over her small breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked, nibbling at the edges with my teeth before taking as much of it in my mouth as possible and massaging the other with my other hand. She pulled my head up and pushed me back on the bed. Her hands went straight for the button on my shorts, almost ripping it free as she pulled. It was rough, but exciting. My head was spinning some from the alcohol anyway. This act added to that spin. I allowed her to pull my shorts off, assisting by raising my ass in the air. Wendy threw the shorts in the air, not caring where they landed and pulled my panties off with just as much force. My excitement was building and I tried very hard to be quiet so that the others outside the door could not hear. I wanted to touch her, but she wouldn't let me yet. She pulled my thighs apart and buried her face into my cunt, rubbing it from side to side, up and down. I was caught up in the moment quite fast and let myself go, enjoying it immensely. It was not hard to tell she had done this before. I looked down at her and saw her looking back at me, watching my reactions. Her mouth worked on my clit, sucking and licking, running the length of the slit and plunging into my pussy. Thrusting and thrusting, making her tongue as hard as possible, exploring as much of the inside as she could. Her hands were working at the sides of my pussy, massaging it and pulling at my big lips. She went back to my clit and pulled at it with her lips, sucking it in and out of her mouth, applying pressure with the downward movement. I was moaning in spite of my attempts to be quiet, hoping that the music outside the door would drown me out. She sucked and licked at my clit harder. She used a finger to poke at my hole, lightly and teasingly. Then plunged it inside me as deep as it would go. I jumped with excitement as she pushed in and out of my pussy with her finger, using it to push up on my g-spot, while she sucked. She put her other hand to my ass and played around the edges, poking it lightly, finding the right time and pushed it inside. I was moving around that bed. My head was going from side to side and I felt myself getting ready to explode on her face. One more thrust in my pussy and my ass at the same time did it. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, yessssssssssssssss, oh god, yessssssssssssssssssss." Pussy juice flowed out and she licked at it hungrily. She continued to push her fingers into me until my reactions started to slow. She withdrew her fingers slowly and licked up the remaining juices with her tongue, getting every bit from the grooves and reaching inside with her tongue. Putting both hands on the sides of her face, I pulled her face towards my own and used my tongue to lick up the juice from around the sides of her mouth and sucking on her lips. She put her mouth to mine and put her tongue inside, probing my own. My hands started to roam over her back and to her ass, squeezing it with force and pulling her cheeks apart with massaging strokes. I pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her erect nipples. I could not help but lean down and put one in my mouth, nibbling and sucking hard. While my mouth worked on her breasts, my hands worked on her shorts, pulling them off her. Wendy assisted by wiggling her way out of them with enthusiasm. She was wearing a dark red thong that ran through the crack of her ass exposing her cheeks, which I started to rub again. She pulled her ass back and away from me and used her hands to pull the thong off, while I took my own shirt and bra off. She laid down on top of me and pressed her pussy into my mine, rubbing back and forth, pulling up on the hood with each up stroke and eliciting a wet reaction from me. My pussy smacked with wetness as she rubbed against me. I had to have a taste of her and decided I was tired of playing submissive and rolled her over and got on top of her, putting my legs to the sides of her hips. I gave her a big tongue kiss and started to work my way down her neck to her breasts, paying close attention to her hard, erect nipples with hard tongue swirls and wet, open mouth kisses swallowing most her of her small breast and applying a downward pressure. Knowing we didn't have a lot of time, I continued to suck my way to her navel, sticking my tongue in and out, continuing down to her pubic bone and her blond pussy, which I soon discovered was verrry wet. I used my tongue to run the length of her clit and sucked on it hungrily. She moaned and moved on the bed, raising her hips. I plunged into her pussy with my whole mouth and sucked out her juice, using my tongue to bring it forward. In and out my tongue plunged into her. I raised up and found her hot knot and sucked at it, bringing my hands up to her lips and pulling them apart, massaging them from the edges with gentle movements. My fingers found her hole and I put the index fingers from both hands inside and pulled her pussy apart, exposing her hole. Withdrawing one finger, I pushed the other till it bottomed out and felt her squirm to move down on it. "Ram it in me." she said in a raspy voice, as she watched me from the head of the bed. I did as I was told and pushed it as deep as it would go. My mouth continued to work on her clit, pushing it around from side to side, sucking it awhile and pushing it again. My other hand went up her chest and found her breast and massaged it. Deep in and out, deep in and out... She was moaning with a rhythm and I knew she was getting ready to cum, so I increased the force of my finger and sucking deeper, using my tongue to wash back and forth on her clit. "Yesssss, harddddeerrrrrrr, yesssssss, nooooooow, yessssss, hardddderrrr...... ooooooooooooo, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She came very hard and filled my mouth with cum as I continued to ram my finger inside her, slowly starting to pull out a little at a time. "ooooooooooohhhhhhhh, yessssssss." She wiggled away from my finger and pulled my face up to hers, licking at my mouth and around my lips with her hungry tongue. I loved the hell out of her licking her cunt juice from my mouth. She kissed me deeply and rubbed her chest against my own. She moved to put her leg between my legs and rubbed at my clit. There was a knock at the door, startling both of us into reality. Quickly we found out clothes and rushed into the bathroom, yelling we would be right out. We dressed quickly, using a damp rag to wash at our faces, although the smell was quite distinctive and noticeable to me, being right under my nose. We played another game of pool and looked at each other the rest of the evening with knowing looks. No one ever knew about this event until I started writing this story... Wendy In the summer of 1991 I had just gotten out of the army and returned home to Atlanta with the intention of getting my engineering degree at Georgia Tech. I had spent a year in school there before I went into the service and now all I wanted to do was get back to school and finish what I had started, so I enrolled in summer classes that June. I had two goals that summer. The first was to get back into student mode as quickly as possible and the second was to get laid as often as possible. As it turned out I was only successful in meeting my first goal and that’s because I met Wendy. I noticed Wendy the first day of classes. She was in my Philosophy class and had taken the seat next to me. Wendy was tall, five feet eleven inches, with long dark brown hair and blue eyes. She told me she was from Oak Park, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago and came to Tech to get away from the cold winters. I liked her right away and by Friday of that first week I had managed to get a date with her. Wendy made it obvious that I wasn’t going to get into her pants, at least not for quite some time. She told me that she was a virgin and was planning to remain one until she meet and fell in love with the right man. I was torn. I wanted to get laid and it appeared that the only way I could do that was to find a girl who wasn’t looking for her Prince Charming and was willing to have sex just for the fun of it. I also want to continue my relationship with Wendy, but I knew if I tried to do both Wendy would find out and I would lose her. I surprised myself by giving up my quest to get laid and concentrated on building my relationship with Wendy. It took me three months to get Wendy to go to bed with me but it was worth it. It happened on a weekend near the end of September. We had gone out on our usual Friday night routine. Dinner at a fast food restaurant and then to a party at a friend’s apartment. That evening I sensed that something was wrong. Wendy was very quiet and kept wandering away from me at the party. I was beginning to think that she was getting ready to break up with me. At ten o’clock Wendy told me she wanted to go home. This just added to my worry because Wendy never wanted to go back to her dorm before midnight on a weekend. I asked her if she wasn’t feeling well hoping that might be reason for her strange behavior. She said, “I’m fine, I just want to leave.” I felt a little better thinking it was just the party she wanted to leave. When we got to the car I asked her where she wanted to go and she said, “Weren’t you listening? I said I want to go home. Take me back to the dorm.” There was an edge in her voice when she spoke that told me that I shouldn’t ask any questions. On the ride back to her dorm Wendy didn’t say another word. When we pulled up at her dorm I got out of the car and started around to open Wendy’s door but she got out before I got to the door and started to walk to the dorm. I ran after her and fell in step next to her and we walked silently to the main entrance to the dorm. At the door, instead of letting me come in with her, Wendy turned to me and said good night. I tried to kiss her but she pulled back and said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I walked back to my car feeling a little sick. I knew that when I talked to Wendy the next day she was going to tell me it was over. On the drive to my apartment I tried to figure out what could have gone wrong. Had I done something to upset her? I couldn’t imagine what that might be. Or had Wendy met another guy and fallen in love with him. I was miserable. I thought Wendy was the woman I would spend the rest of my life with and now I was about to lose her. When I got to my apartment I didn’t even turn the lights on. I just sat in the dark and tried to make sense out Wendy’s behavior. I had been sitting there about a half hour when I began to hear a noise in my head. I couldn’t make the noise go away then I suddenly realized the noise was my phone ringing. I must have fallen asleep in the chair. I jumped up and banged my chin on a table as I tried to get to the phone and collapsed on the floor in pain. Before I could get up the answering machine picked up the phone. After my lame not at home message completed I heard Wendy’s voice asking, “Jim, are you there? Please pick up the phone.” I got to the phone just as she hung up. I wondered if I should call her back. Was she calling to break up with me or was I worrying about nothing? I decided to call. When she answered the phone she asked me where I was when she called. I told her about banging my chin and falling down, hoping that she would take sympathy on me and decide not to break up. She said, “I’m sorry I made you hurt yourself. The reason I called was to apologize for the way I was acting all evening. I had something on my mind, a decision I was trying to make and it seemed like the party and you were interfering with my ability to think clearly.” I was afraid of what was coming next. I said, “So have you made your decision?” “Yes, but before I tell you I have to ask you something.” “Ask me anything.” “Do you really love me?” “Yes. How could you ever doubt that?” “I was sure you did but I just wanted to hear you say it. I’ve decided it’s time.” “Time for what?” “For us to make love. For you to come inside me and make me completely yours.” I was stunned. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the bad news I expected and then my hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the good news I got. I asked Wendy if she was sure and she said, “I am sure. I have been thinking about this for more than a week. I want to do it tomorrow night. Now that I finally told you I just want to go to sleep. I love you and I am looking forward to tomorrow night.” I told her that I loved her too and we hung up. I was sitting there in the dark, my shin was throbbing in pain and I had an erection that wouldn’t quit. I thought about relieving myself but decided to save it for Wendy. PICKING THE CHERRY The next morning I told Randy, my roommate, that I wanted to have Wendy spend the night. Randy understood the situation and said that he would spend the night at his girlfriend’s apartment to give me some privacy. That evening I picked Wendy up at seven and took her to a nice restaurant for dinner then we went to a local bar where they had dancing. We had a couple of drinks and danced a little then I asked Wendy if she was ready to go back to my apartment. She said, “I’m very ready.” When we got to the apartment I turned on my CD player, which I had loaded with five CDs of love songs before I picked Wendy up. Then I got the bottle of Champaign that I bought that afternoon out of the refrigerator and poured us each a glass. I made a toast to our love then I set the glasses aside and took Wendy in my arms. I had never been this excited while kissing Wendy before. I had kissed her breasts before and even had my hand in her pants several times but this time was different, because I knew that I was going to put my hard cock inside her for the first time. We kissed and fondled each other And I slowly removed her clothes. I had had her blouse opened and her bra unhooked before but I had never seen her in just her panties before. She was beautiful. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom and then I quickly stripped off my clothes And joined her on the bed. While kissing her again I pushed my hand inside her panties and slipped my finger inside her. As I rubbed my finger on her clitoris, Wendy whispered, “I think you better do it now before I explode.” Wendy lifted her legs as I pulled her panties off then she spread them so that I could get between her thighs and penetrate her virgin pussy with my rock hard cock. I quickly put on a condom and positioned the head of my cock at the opening between Wendy’s labia. Wendy was very tight and I had to proceed slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt her but when I pushed my cock all of the way in Wendy let out a gasp of pain then she wrapped her arms around me and held me so tight that I couldn’t move for a couple of minutes. When she relaxed her grip I began pumping my cock into her slowly and when she didn’t seem to be suffering any more pain I picked up the pace and finally climaxed. As I lay on top of her with my shrinking member still inside her I asked, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you too much?” “I’m okay. It hurt a little at first but it started feeling betting toward the end.” When I pulled out of her Wendy marveled at the amount of my semen inside the condom. Wendy began to play with my limp cock and said, “I am going to the doctor this week to get birth control pills so that we don’t have to use a condom. I want to feel your mess inside me.” We made love again that night before we went to sleep and we did it again in the morning as soon as we woke up. After that Wendy couldn’t get enough of me. We were in love and hot for each other’s bodies. We got married right after graduation. I continued on to get my masters degree and Wendy started a career in office design with a firm in Atlanta. We had a great marriage. Wendy was completely devoted to me. Our marriage was based on love and trust and worked like a well-oiled machine. We watched in dismay as the marriages of people we knew fell apart, usually because one of the couple cheated on the other. Wendy always got angry with the person who cheated and wouldn’t allow us to associate with that person any longer. Wendy said that she believed in the sanctity of marriage and that there was never an excuse for cheating on your spouse. Wendy felt that if you love your spouse you don’t cheat on them and if you don’t love your spouse you should get a divorce before you start dating. To her, fidelity in a marriage was black and white. There were no gray areas. I knew that Wendy would never tolerate it if I cheated on her. There wouldn’t be any second chances. She would leave me and that would be the end of it. I had no intention of cheating on Wendy because I agreed with her about the importance of fidelity in a marriage. THE REUNION Last summer was the ten-year reunion for Wendy’s high school class. Wendy’s parents had moved from Oak Park to San Diego five years earlier so we hadn’t been back to her hometown since our marriage. Wendy wanted to go to her reunion so I agreed to go back with her. Two days before we were to leave for the reunion my boss, Jason Kane, called me and said that we had a major problem on one of our projects and he needed me in Jacksonville right away. Wendy was disappointed and was ready to cancel our reservations. I told her she should go and have fun. Wendy was reluctant to go without me. Since we got married we haven’t been apart very often and Wendy always hated it when I had to go out of town on business. Now we would be apart for nearly a week. In the end Wendy decided to go to the reunion and we talked about her maybe flying down to Jacksonville after the reunion. While I was in Jacksonville I called Wendy every night. On the third night there, Jason and I went out for drinks. After three martinis I was feeling no pain and when Jason suggested that we invite two attractive women that he had been talking to us to go to dinner, I agreed. I don’t remember much about the dinner or the conversation that night. I do remember that Jason left with one of the women around ten o’clock leaving me at the restaurant with the other. Her name was Susan. She was blonde, blue eyed and very sexy and for the first time since I had met Wendy I was thinking of having sex with another woman. Susan invited me to her apartment and I accepted. On the way there in a taxi Susan was all over me. She was kissing me and hand her hand in my crotch squeezing my cock, which was getting quite hard. As we pulled up in front of her apartment building my cell phone rang. Susan got out of the car and I answered the phone as I paid the driver. It was Wendy on the phone. I told her that I couldn’t talk, that I would call her back in fifteen minutes. Then I told the cabbie to wait for me and I got out and told Susan that something had come up and I had to leave. I didn’t wait for a response. I got back into the taxi and told the driver to take me to my hotel. On the way to my hotel I thought about what almost happened. I had almost cheated on Wendy. I began to think about the timing of her phone call. It was as if Wendy was psychic and somehow knew that she needed to intercede to prevent me from doing something that could destroy our marriage. When I got back to my room I called Wendy’s hotel room. After about seven rings the voice message service picked up. They said that Wendy wasn’t in but I could leave a message. I didn’t bother to leave a message; I just called her cell phone instead. Wendy answered on the third ring. I asked her where she was and she said, “I’m in bed. I just turned the television off and was ready to go to sleep.” I said, “Why didn’t you answer your room phone?” “I never heard it ring.” I thought that a little odd, but didn’t question it. Then I asked about the reunion. Wendy said, “It has been great but can I tell you about it tomorrow. I’m really tired now. It’s amazing how much everyone has changed yet stayed the same.” I said, “We can talk about it tomorrow. I’m glad that you’re having a good time. Are you going to be able to come down here?” “I guess that depends on you.” “What do you mean?” “I’d really like to stay here another couple of days and come home on Thursday. Would you mind?” “If that’s what you really want. I’ve had you to myself the last ten years; I guess I can let your friends have you for a few days. You have fun with and hopefully I will see you at home on Friday. I love you Bye.” Wendy said, “I love you too. Bye.” I listened for her to hand up and just before the line went dead I heard a car horn on the phone. It was loud and sounded like it was pretty close to Wendy. I didn’t think anything of it as I set the phone down. I went into the bathroom to take a couple of aspirin and brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth and looking at myself in the mirror I felt like something was wrong but I couldn’t figure out what was bothering me. I guessed that it was because I’d had too much to drink but it didn’t feel like that was the problem. Because of the drinks I‘d consumed I expected to fall asleep quickly but I didn’t. As I lay in bed I began reviewing the events of the evening in my head. I thought about how close I had come to cheating on Wendy and how her call came just in time to stop me. Then I began to wonder why she didn’t here the phone ring in her hotel room when the phone couldn’t have been more than a couple of feet from her. Then there was the car horn I heard. I began to think that maybe Wendy wasn’t in her room when I called her. Maybe she was actually here in Jacksonville. Maybe she flew down here to surprise me and saw me with Susan and she followed us and called me when we pulled up in front of Susan’s apartment. ‘Oh God.’ If she saw me with Susan she must be really pissed at me. But she didn’t sound upset with me on the phone. After about an hour of torturing myself I finally fell asleep. In the morning I felt much better. I realized that Wendy wasn’t in Jacksonville. She never would have let seeing me with another woman pass. She would have told me she saw me and I would be in deep shit. I knew now that she didn’t answer the hotel phone, probably because something was wrong with it and it didn’t ring in the room. And the car horn I heard was either on the television or here room was on the ground floor near the parking lot or the street. I was glad to have that settled. I managed to finish the job on Friday and Wendy was waiting for me with open arms when I arrived home Friday evening. She had prepared a nice dinner and as we ate she told me all about her reunion. She told me what all of her friends were doing which was interesting even though I didn’t know any of them. After dinner Wendy put the dishes in the dishwasher and took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. Wendy kissed me and said, “I missed you.” Then she kissed me again. “I missed you too.” After a few minutes of very passionate kissing we got undressed and climbed on the bed. I was massaging her breasts and sucking on the nipples and Wendy was stroking my engorged cock when she suddenly asked, “When I called you the other night, what were you doing?” “What night?” Did she know? “You know. The night I called and you said that you were busy and would have to call me back. I called you at ten o’clock, which means it was eleven o’clock in Jacksonville. What were you doing at that hour that kept you from being able to talk to me?” My first impulse was to answer her with a question, ‘What are you talking about?’ But I realized that if I asked a question it would appear that I was stalling for time while I was making up a lie. I said, “Jason and I were sitting in the bar. He was a bit drunk and it would have been very difficult to talk to you in front of him. I had to get him to go up to bed so that I could go back to my room to call you.” I was pretty proud of myself for coming up with a response so quickly that not only explained why I couldn’t talk to her but also explained why it was another half hour before I was able to call her back. Wendy said, “Is that the truth?” “Of course it is.” “Then why have you gone limp?” She was right. My cock had betrayed me. In my panic to come up with a good answer I had lost my erection. I said, “Your questions upset me. You make me feel as if you don’t trust me. How am I supposed to stay aroused under these circumstances?” “I’m sorry. I was just teasing you. Let me see if I can help you.” Wendy took my semi hard cock into her mouth and brought it back to full erection. With my member at full attention I moved between Wendy’s legs and entered her. We made love slowly and after we held each other and talked. I asked her if she had a nice hotel room and she said, It was great. I was on the fifteenth floor overlooking the pool. It was very quiet.” THE WEDDING It has been a year since my trip to Jacksonville and Wendy never mentioned the phone call again. There was a side benefit of our time apart. It seemed to have improved our sex life. Our sex life prior to that had been good. We made love about twice a week, which wasn’t bad after six years of marriage. After I came back from Jacksonville Our lovemaking increased to four times a week. I guessed that being apart for a week had resulted in an increase in our passion. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. A few months ago Wendy was asked to be in a wedding for one of her old high school friends this summer. Wendy was excited about being in the wedding and I promised that nothing would keep me from going to the wedding with her. The wedding was five months ago in Oak Park. We flew up to Chicago on Friday and checked into the airport Hyatt. We relaxed at the hotel that afternoon then drove a rental car out to Oak Park for the rehearsal. After the rehearsal there was a dinner hosted by the parents of the groom. I had a good time meeting Wendy’s friends. The bride and groom Barbara and George, Barbara’s brother Dave and their parents. The wedding was at noon on Saturday at a small church north of town. As I watched Wendy come down the isle in her pink bride’s maid gown I thought she was the prettiest girl in the church, including the bride. It made me think back to our own wedding and gave me a feeling of pride that I had won the hand of this wonderful woman. The reception was at the home of the bride’s parents, which was about a half hour drive from the church. We had been at the reception about a half hour when Wendy asked me to make sure and take a lot of pictures. When she said that, I realized that I didn’t have my camera. It was a brand new digital camera that I had purchased for this occasion I had it with me in the church but I didn’t have it now. I ran out to the car but the camera wasn’t there. I told Wendy that I had left the camera at the church and I would have to drive back and get it. Wendy I can't believe I wore his dress. "Tom, why did you make me wear this dress?" "Let's go outside Wendy, and I will tell you why I made you wear this dress." As the young couple left the party for the grounds, the host of the party watched them. His name was William Franks, and he was Wendy's boss. Wendy was a Twenty three year old woman who was just beginning to be able to do the job she was hired for. She was Mr. Franks assistant. Her boyfriend Tom was one in a long line of guys who would date Wendy, get in her pants, and leave. Saying that she was too needy, demanding, or was too clingy. She couldn't be by alone very long or make any decisions for herself. Mr. Frank, on the other hand, recognized this behavior for what it was, Wendy was submissive. She was also quite stunning. "Ok, Tom, why did you make me wear this dress, it's too sheer, short, and I am getting embarrassed wearing it, it's my bosses house for God's sake. Please take me home." Tom ignored what Wendy was saying, he just reached out and pulled her close and kissed her. Long and hard. It was one of Wendy's favorite things, kissing. She forgot what she was saying and started getting lost in the kiss. Tom was a good kisser. As they kissed, Tom's hands started to wander down Wendy's back, then up again. This time they were under the hem of her short dress. As he found the string that was her panties, he fiddled with it a bit, then took it in both hands and tore it apart. Wendy didn't mind too much, she was hoping Tom would want to go home and fuck, so this action was a good start. "Wendy, about why I wanted you to wear this dress, this is why" He reached behind her and all of a sudden the dress was in Tom's hands. Wendy was naked. One twist of the fastening and off it fell "Tom! What are you doing?" As Tom reached down and slipped his finger in to Wendy's wet slit. He said that he just wanted to have a little fun here in the garden. Wendy was very shocked, not so much by Tom's actions, but by how wet she was. As Tom's finger slid in and out of Wendy, teasing her clit and making her grind her hips up against him she realized she would fuck him right there. "A-hem" Wendy whirled around and was staring into the eyes of her boss Mr. Franks. She grabbed her dress and held it bunched in front of her, trying to hide her nakedness. Mr. Frank just stood there. Slowly he held out his open hand, palm up. Wendy was frozen in place, what would he say, She was naked in Mr. Franks garden. As she started to breath, she noticed his outstretched hand. She looked from it to her dress. Almost involuntarily, she started to hand him her dress. As if she were in a trance, she carefully placed the dress in his hands and dropped her hands to her sides. "Wendy, I am so glad you could make it tonight. I hope you have time later so I can show you around. Have another drink, and I will see you a bit later." With that Mr. Franks turned and started to walk off. "Sir" said Wendy, taking a few tentative steps, Sir you still have my dress, may I please have it back?" "Oh, yes, I do. I'm sorry; I guess I was a bit distracted by the view." As he handed the dress to Wendy, their hands touched and Wendy felt an electrical shock arc from her erect nipples to her swollen clit. As soon as Franks turned the corner, Wendy whirled around leaned over a stone wall next to her and looked back at Tom. "Fuck me you bastard." And he did. A week later William Franks was a patient man. He had a plan to get Wendy. He knew that Tom broke up with Wendy shortly after the party. Stupid fuck. He can't see anything beyond the moment. Franks hadn't said anything about the events in the garden. Wendy was finally starting to relax when he saw him. It was time for a shock to the system. "Wendy will you please come in here?" As Wendy walks in, Mr. Franks says" Wendy, A Mr. Orr is flying into town at 7:00 this evening. I have a board meeting, so I want you to meet him. Mr. Orr is our biggest client, and you will take good care of him. I will have Marco pick you up at your house at 6:00 and take you to the airport to meet Mr. Orr. I want you to take him to dinner at Oscars, so you will have to go home and put on a nice dress. Wear that white one you had on at my party, he will like that one. Take him to dinner and then take him back to his hotel. Go in and make sure he has what he needs, and will be comfortable. Then I want you to fuck his brains out for the rest of the night. Just have him here by 9:00 for the board meeting. Wendy I'm counting on you to make me proud." Ring Oh just a minute, I have to answer that." As Franks picks up the phone, Wendy can't believe her ears; did he just tell me to fuck Mr. Orr's brains out? "I'm sorry Wendy; I have to take this call. You better run home and get ready. Thanks" As Wendy slowly walked out of the room, she wondered what she was going to do, she had to meet Mr. Orr, but she couldn't follow Mr. Frank's orders, but he was counting on her. How could she do what Mr. Franks wanted, but avoid any inappropriate actions. She drove home in a daze. When Wendy got home, she went up and drew a bath. As she climbed in she slid down and let the warm water cascade down across her clit. She loved this feeling and the orgasm that always ensued was a sure way of relaxing. As the water flowed down and pounded her clit, she started to breath faster, more water, shallow breaths, falling water, small sounds, more, harder, faster here it comes, slowly expanding from deep in her soul, nearer the rushing comes, closer, it comes, closer, it comes, faster, I cum. augggggh HONK "Shit, I'm late." Wendy jumps up out of the tub grabs her dress, shoes, and purse, stumbles down the hall trying to fasten the dress behind her back. As she opens the front door, a tall dark man is standing there, knuckles about to knock on her forehead. "Oh excuse me, ah Marco, is it?" "Yes mam, we need to get going. The flight arrives at 7:00" "Ok, let's go." Marco leads Wendy down the walk, and opens the door to the long car. As Wendy crawls into the car she realizes that she didn't remember to grab panties. Unknown to her, Marco also noticed that she didn't have any panties on. "Why the hell did I wear this dress?" Wendy asked herself as she finished arranging the dress so it covered her as beat it could. She was reminded that it is quite shear, and short. "Who does Franks think he is, telling me to Fuck his brains out? I don't even know who this guy is. Why do I have to do what he tells me to? I could just go home and go to bed." "We're here Miss Wendy." Marco said as he watched Wendy absently stroking herself between her lips. She didn't even notice how wet she was, or that being told what to do was what got her that way in the first place. "I'll wait here for you Miss, you go and meet Mr. Orr and bring him here. We will then bring him to his hotel, and you can take him to dinner after that." As Wendy walked through the airport, she began to notice all the looks that she was getting, smiles from the men, and even a few of the women. Now I guess I do remember why I like this dress, she thought. Most women have Fuck Me Shoes, I have this Fuck Me Dress. God I'm getting wet, I hope this Orr guy is worth the effort. As Wendy approached the group of passengers that had just de-plained, she noticed a Tom Sellec look-a-like searching through the crowd. Please let that be him. I could enjoy my job if guys like him were our clients. THE HOTEL Marco pulled up in front of the hotel and turned to tell his passengers that they had arrived. He was quick to notice that Wendy was sitting with her dress hiked up in such a way that a vast amount of leg was showing, and the plunging neck was almost losing the battle to retain her magnificent breasts. Mr. Orr noticed also, and was having a very difficult time with the small talk he was trying to use as camouflage to disguise his lust. His briefcase hasn't left his lap since he first shook hands with Wendy at the airport. Wendy had Mr. Orr's coat across her lap in such a way that the hem of her dress was under it; legs went up to the coat and disappeared under it. What Orr did not know was that Wendy was sitting there holding his coat, both hands under it, but one hand was much busier than just holding a coat. She had accidentally slid her left hand into the split in the front of the dress. As she talked, her middle finger was ever so lightly stroking her clit to attention and she had its full attention. "Why don't you go in and check in, I will then take you out to dinner, and we can get to know each other better. " Wendy said, as her hand briefly touched Mr. Orr's shoulder. Because Orr was getting out of the car Wendy had to lean over to touch him. As he looked back to reply, his words got caught in his throat, Wendy's dress was hanging out in such a way that Orr could see her left breast, and the nipple that appeared to be rock hard and the size of the end of his finger. "Yes, yes, I like that; I mean I would like that." Orr practically ran into the hotel and up to the front desk, I'm here to check in, can you have my bags delivered to my room, I am going out to dinner, Bye" And he was gone. Wendy Wendy was a little angry with me. She said, “It’s going to take you an hour to get there and back.” “Well I can’t leave it there, I just bought it and it was quite expensive.” “You better leave now so you can get back in time to eat.” I said I was sorry and headed for the door. I had driven about two blocks from the house when I remembered that I had given a ride to another couple from the church to the reception and I moved some things from the back seat of the car into the trunk to make room for I stopped the car and checked the trunk. There sitting on top of some clothes Wendy had brought to change into later was my camera. I slipped the camera into my suit jacket and headed back to the reception. When I walked into the house. I asked someone if they knew where Wendy was and they said that they thought that the wedding party went off with the photographer to take some pictures. It looked to me as though all of the guests had arrived. The house was full and many more people were milling around in the back yard. I decided to explore the house while I was waiting for Wendy. It was a large two-story house built in the shape of the letter L. I walked down a hallway off the kitchen and found three small bedrooms and at the end of the hall was a staircase. I went up the stairs to a landing in front of a closed door. I tried the door and it opened into a study. Straight ahead of me was a large roll top desk. To the right there were bookshelves and to the left was another door. I went to the left and stopped in front of the door for a moment. I felt very strange about what I was doing. On one hand I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong, I was just exploring this beautiful home but on the other hand I felt like a spy or a thief sneaking around, invading my host’s privacy. I opened the door as slowly and I heard soft music in the distance. Ahead of me through the door was a short hallway that transitioned into some kind of loft, actually more like a catwalk. The catwalk was about three feet wide with railings on both sides. At the other end of the catwalk was a circular staircase like you might find in a lighthouse. The music I heard was coming from whatever room was below the catwalk. I knew I should leave but my curiosity was too strong for common sense to overcome, so I moved out of the study into the hallway. I slowly made my way down the hallway until I reached the end of the wall. I looked to the left and could see that the catwalk overlook a bathroom and on the right it overlooked a large bedroom. I was about to step out onto the catwalk when I herd a voice form below. I got down on my hands and knees and stuck my head out past the wall and peeked down into the bedroom. At first I couldn’t see anyone but then a man came into view and jumped onto the bed and lay down on his back with his head on a pillow. It was Dave, the bride’s brother and he was naked from the waist down and he was sporting an erection. I was debating on whether I should retreat to the study or stay and see what was going to happen when I faintly heard a woman’s voice say, Is this what you wanted?” Just then something white flew into view and landed on Dave’s chest. It was a woman’s panties which Dave picked up and held up to his face. As he smelled the panties he said, “Hurry, I need to feel my cock inside you.” Then the woman I heard speaking stepped into view. From my vantage point all I could tell was that she was one of the bride’s maids. I could only see the top of her head and that she was wearing a pink dress. As she walked over and stood at the foot of the bed looking at Dave I thought that she looked a little like Wendy but I knew that wasn’t possible. Then Dave said, “How long have we got?” “We have about forty-five minutes. It’ll take Jim an hour to get to the church and back and he left about fifteen minutes ago.” I thought, “Oh my God, it is Wendy. What the hell is she doing?’ I was frozen there. I felt sick to my stomach and I was breaking into a cold sweat. As I watched, Wendy lifted her pink gown up above her knees and climbed onto the bed and walked on her knees over to Dave. Then she lifted the dress higher and moved her left leg over so that she straddled him and then positioned herself directly over his engorged cock. Then she lifted her dress still higher and I watched in total agony as Wendy used her hand to guide Dave’s cock between her labia and slowly lower herself onto it. I screamed, “NO!” but the only sound was inside my head, as the word did not pass my lips. Wendy let her dress drop, covering the area of their coupling, and she began moving up and down on his shaft, She said, “Oh God Dave, you feel so good inside me. I can’t tell you how long I have been looking forward to having you inside me again.” I thought, ‘Again?’ then I almost vomited. I closed my eyes until the nausea passed then looked again at the scene below. My wife, the woman who believed that cheating on a spouse was one of the most immoral things anyone could do, was right below me fucking another man and apparently not for the first time. I wanted to go down there and confront them, but I couldn’t move. I was being humiliated by what she was doing, but I knew confronting them and making a seen would just add to my humiliation, especially if I started shouting, which I knew I would, and drew the attention of other people at the wedding. There could be no graceful retreat from here if I confronted them so I decided to just leave. I tried but I still couldn’t move. So I continued to watch. There was a skylight in the ceiling, which let a good deal of light into the room so I decided to get a picture of Wendy’s infidelity as evidence. I slipped the camera out of my suit pocket and began taking pictures. I wasn’t worried about Wendy and Dave hearing me over the noise they were making. Finally Wendy had an orgasm and collapsed on top of Dave. I listened carefully for any conversation after Dave climax and noted that Wendy never said, “I love you” to Dave. That was something she always said to me after sex. I don’t know why that mattered to me. The only thing I heard Wendy say was, “I better get cleaned up before Jim gets back. Wendy got off the bed and went into the bathroom and I crawled backwards till I reached the study. I got up and closed the study door and headed back the way I had come. In the kitchen several people were standing around one of the counters drinking and eating appetizers. As I walked by them one of the women asked, “Aren’t you Wendy’s husband?” I didn’t even look back as I answered “Not any more.” When I got to the car I leaned against the door and vomited. When my stomach was empty I got into the car and sat behind the wheel and cried. When I finally regained my composure a kind of calmness came over me. I decided I needed distance from Wendy so I could think. I started the car and drove back to the hotel. At the hotel I called Delta Airlines and asked when their next flight to Atlanta was leaving and if I could change my ticket to leave on that flight. They said the next flight was leaving in an hour and a half and that I could change my ticket for a $50 charge. I told them to book me on the flight and began packing my clothes. I put Wendy’s return ticket on the dresser and I headed for the airport. By the time I returned the rental car and got to my gate the plane was boarding. Two and a half hours later I was driving home from the Atlanta airport. I had just got onto I85 north when my cell phone rang. It was Wendy. When I answered she said, “Where are you and what’s taking you so long? You should have been back here hours ago. The reception is over and people are leaving.” I didn’t feel like talking yet so I just said, “I got sick so I went back to the hotel.” “Why didn’t you call me? I’ve been worried about you.” “Not so much that it ruined your fun I hope.” I hoped she heard the sarcasm in my voice. “If you’re not feeling well you better stay at the hotel the hotel and I’ll can get a ride back later. Dave just said he would bring me back to hotel.” “Well, isn’t that nice of Dave?” “What does that mean?” “Nothing. I guess I am still not feeling well.” “Listen, I know you have to go home tomorrow, but would you mind if I stayed here for a couple more days so I can visit with some friends.” I said, “Sure, stay as long as you want. As a matter of fact you don’t ever need to come home.” Then I hung up. With in a minute my phone rang again but I didn’t answer it. It stopped ringing then a minute later the phone went off again, this time indicating that I had a voice mail message. I keyed the phone to get the message. When the message began to play it was Wendy saying, “What did you mean when you said I don’t ever need to come home? Are you mad at me about something? Call me.” I erased the message and put the phone away. I wondered how long it would take her to figure out I wasn’t in Chicago anymore. Thinking that I was at the hotel not feeling well she wouldn’t be in any hurry to get back, so it could be hours before she found out. Then I had a sudden image of her in bed with Dave while she thinks I am waiting for her at the hotel. I felt my anger building again. When I got home I poured myself a large glass of bourbon and sat down to think about what I should do. The obvious answer was that we would probably get divorced. The finality of that scared me. I had never considered life without Wendy but now I was faced with that possibility. To avoid divorce I would have to forgive Wendy for what she had done and hope that she still loved me enough to want to stay with me. How could I even consider forgiving her? My cell phone rang again and again I didn’t answer it. I waited for the voice mail message. “Jim, where are you. I called the hotel and they said you weren’t there. Please call me I am getting worried.” I thought, ‘Fuck you.’ Then suddenly Wendy’s words came back to me. “It feels so good to have you inside me again.” When the hell did she previously have sex with him? It wasn’t before we were married. She was a virgin when we met. Then I knew. It had to be last year when Wendy went to her high school reunion. That’s why she wanted to stay there a few extra days back then and why she wants to stay a couple more days this time. “Fuck!” About an hour later the phone in the kitchen rang. I waited until the answering machine picked up to see who was calling. It was Wendy. “Jim, are you there? I am getting scared please call me and let me know if you are all right. If I don’t here from you soon I will have to call the police.” I didn’t want the police involve in this so I grabbed the phone and said, “I’m here.” “Jim, what’s going on? You’re scaring the hell out of me. Why did you fly home without me? My friend Julie said that she asked you if you were my husband and you said ‘Not any more.’ What did you mean by that? If something is wrong we need to talk about it.” I thought, ‘Holly shit. She still hasn’t figured out that I know about her fucking Dave. I had about all I could take of her innocent act. Wendy said, “Whatever you think I did wrong can be undone.” “Tell me this Wendy, can you unfuck Dave. And if you could, how many times would you have to unfuck him to make everything all right?” There was silence on the phone for nearly a minute then Wendy said, “What are you talking about?” I hung up without answering her. I called Delta Airlines to check there schedule of flights from Chicago to Atlanta and from that was able to figure out that it was unlikely that Wendy would be able to get a flight back to Atlanta until the following morning, assuming that she would come home at all. That gave me at least until noon the next day to figure out what I was going to do. I was having a great deal of difficulty thinking and I couldn’t sleep so I went into the study to write a “Go to hell you cheating fucking slut whore’ letter to Wendy. I turned on the computer and while it was booting up I decided I would write a nasty note telling Wendy how I felt about what she had done, then I would leave the note with the pictures on the kitchen table for her to find when she got home. When the computer was ready I downloaded the pictures from my camera and printed them. The first ten pictures were from inside the church during the wedding ceremony. As I looked at these pictures coming out of the printer it struck me that I had taken these pictures less than twelve hours earlier but now it seemed like wedding took place years ago. The last five pictures were the ones I took of Wendy bouncing up and down on that dickhead’s cock. The odd thing was that looking at the pictures you couldn’t tell what Wendy and Dave were up too. The way Wendy’s dress was spread over them it looked like she was just sitting on him. The only evidence of what they were really doing in the pictures was in my head. In fact if I hadn’t seen Wendy guide Dave’s cock into her pussy I wouldn’t have know what was going on in these pictures. I had to put the pictures aside; they were just too painful to look at anymore. I sat at the computer for ten minutes and couldn’t think of anyway to put in words what I was feeling so I gave up and checked my e-mail instead. There were only three notes and only one of interest. That one was from Jason Kane asking me to call him on Sunday when I got home from Chicago. As I closed my mailbox it occurred to me that I should look at Wendy’s mailbox. I had her password because I used to check her e-mail for her but I hadn’t done that for a couple of years. When I attempted to login the password I had didn’t work. I realized Wendy must have changed her password, but why? Was she trying to keep me from reading her mail? That made me more curious. I looked all over the desk for anywhere she might have written her password without success. Then I opened her briefcase and started searching through the contents. I found her address book and started looking through it. Under ‘D’ I found Dave Dickson. The entry had his address, phone number, and an e-mail address. In the ‘P’ section of the book I found a list of about fifteen eight-character groups that appeared to be passwords. I started trying the passwords on Wendy’s e-mail account and the seventh one worked. When her mailbox opened I looked in her incoming mail. There was one note from an id named Dicky and it was dated the week before. I opened that note. The heading said From David A. Dickson. The body of the note simply read, “Can’t wait to see you on Friday. Love, Dave.” Then I went to Wendy’s mail folders and found one named Dicky. When I opened it there were many notes either address to or from Dave’s e-mail address. I started with the oldest note, which was dated last year around the time Wendy returned from her class reunion. It read, “Wendy, How’d things go when you got home? Was your husband at all suspicious? I hope you enjoyed our times together as much as I did. Love, Dave.” That next note was Wendy’s response. Her note read, “ I didn’t give Jim a chance to be suspicious. Remember the night I called him and he said he was busy and would have to call me back? I started questioning him about what he was doing that night as thought I was suspicious of him. That put him on the defensive. I don’t think he suspects anything. And yes, it was great being with you last week. If I had know it would feel so good to have you inside me I would have let you get in my pants back in high school. W.” Dave’s next note read, “Reading your note made me think about last Sunday night. When we were parked in the high school parking lot and you sucked my cock and let me cum in your mouth, that was one of the most erotic things that ever happened to me. I had to jerk off while I thought about how wonderful your mouth felt on my cock. You are right. You should have let me have your cherry in high school. Write back soon. Love, Dave.” Another note from Dave read, “I can’t stand the idea that I don’t have you here to suck my cock for me. You do it so well. I also miss the smell and taste of your pussy. How about mailing me the panties you’re wearing right now. I want to be able to smell your scent in them. Love, Dave Wendy’s response, “After I read your last note I played with myself until I had an orgasm. Then I soaked up my sex juices with the crotch of my panties, sealed them in a plastic bag and mailed them to you this morning. I hope you enjoy them. W.” Somehow these notes, while making me angry and upset were also getting me aroused. I couldn’t believe that Wendy was writing so graphically about sex and that she would actually send Dave her panties. This was very disturbing but also very erotic. Dave’s next note read, “Got your panties in the mail today. Thanks to the plastic bag the panties were still damp. I held them up to my face while I jerked off. Thank you for sending them to me. Love, Dave.” The next several notes were more conversational. After going through several notes that had nothing of interest in them I found one from Dave that read, “It’s been three months since we were together and I miss you. I had to jerk off while thinking about pounding my cock into your pussy. Do you still think about having sex with me and how do you handle it? I love you, Dave.” Wendy responded, “I often think about having you inside me and when I get aroused I have sex with Jim. I think about you quite often so my sex life with Jim is better than it’s been in years. W.” Dave wrote, “Ouch, that hurts. I have nothing but my memories of you and my hand for relief and you tell me that when you think of me, you fuck your husband. Actually the thought of that makes me horny. When you fuck him do you pretend it’s me you’re fucking? Do you pretend that it’s my big cock that is giving you pleasure instead of Jim’s little pecker? Please tell me more. Your lover, Dave.” Wendy wrote back, “Dave, Having sex with you is great, but so is having sex with my husband. Thinking of the sex we had together makes me horny which makes me want sex more often than before but it’s Jim that’s inside me and I think only about him when I am having sex with him. And to be honest, Jim’s cock is just slightly bigger than yours. You have to remember this thing between us is only sex. I love my husband. W.” Dave wrote back, “Why are you so cruel to me? All I want to do is love you and make love to you. Always, Dave.” It puzzled me that while Dave kept hinting that he was in love with Wendy but she never indicated that she was in love with him. The things she said to him didn’t seem to be the type of thing you expect a woman to say to her lover. After that last e-mail, the notes became less frequent and the sexual content lessened. That is until Dave wrote, “Great news Wendy. My sister is getting married this summer and I talked her into asking you to be in the wedding. If you can get your husband to stay home again this trip we can have some fun. Love, Dave” Wendy’s response said, “That’ll be great. We should be able to find some time to be alone together. But, I will have to tell Jim that I want him to come and hope that something comes up to keep him from coming with me. I can’t let him think that I don’t want him with me. That would surely make him suspicious. W.” Dave’s next note read, “The reception will be at our house. We’ll slip away when your husband isn’t looking and go back to my bedroom. He’d never find us there. I can’t wait to slide my cock into your hot pussy again. I’m getting a hard on just writing this note. Love you, Dave.” In the rest of the notes Wendy and Dave talked about how they were going to sneak around behind my back and have sex. In one of his notes Dave said, “During the reception I want to take you back to my room and fill your pussy with my hot cum. Then when you go back to your hotel I want you to get your husband to go down on your pussy and suck your creamy pie clean. Do you think you could do that? Love, Dave” Wendy Wendy replied, “That’s a pretty sick idea, but I love it. The idea of Jim eating your cum from my pussy is making me hot. The though of doing that will keep me hot until I get to the wedding. As soon as I send this note I am going to take Jim to bed and get him to eat my pussy and so that I can pretend that it’s full of your cum. W.” I was glad that they didn’t get the chance to pull their little plan off. I just couldn’t believe that the woman I had loved for the last ten years could be doing this to me. After I finished reading all of the notes I printed them. I planned to leave them out with the pictures for Wendy to find when she got home. I poured myself another drink and called Jason to find out what he wanted. Jason started by saying that he didn’t expect me to call until Sunday. I didn’t tell him why I was home from the wedding a day early. I asked him what he wanted and he said that he had a project starting in Phoenix on Monday and was hoping I could go out there to work on it for a while. I asked him how long he wanted me to stay out there and he said, “I’d like you to go out their for a couple of months.” I said, “I’ll leave for Phoenix tomorrow.” “That’s great. I’ll feel better knowing your running the show out there for me, but you don’t have to leave tomorrow. You can fly out Monday.” “I’d rather fly out tomorrow and get an early start Monday.” “Well, that’s up to you. Call me when you get settled.” Then Jason went on to give me the details of the project and who to contact in Phoenix and then we ended the call. This worked out great for me. I didn’t want to be home when Wendy came back from Chicago, but I had no idea of where I could go. I thought about going to my parents but I really didn’t like the idea of getting them involved. I didn’t want to have to explain what happened to them. This Phoenix job was better. I called Delta and made my flight arrangements then I called Hilton and got a room in the Phoenix Hilton. Then I packed just about all the clothes I owned. I even took clothes out of the laundry. When I was done I had two large suitcases and a carry on bag full of clothes for my trip. When I was done packing I wrote a check for half of the total in our joint bank account and went the ATM at our bank and deposited the check into my business travel account. I was afraid that Wendy might clean out our back account and leave me with nothing. Back at the house I packed up my personal belongings and moved them into the storage area above the garage. I doubted that Wendy would find them up there and I would arrange to get them later. Then finally, to make sure that I wouldn’t run into Wendy before I could get out of the house in the morning I booked a room for that night at a hotel near the airport. Just before I left the house I decided that I didn’t want Wendy to know that I had read her e-mail correspondence with Dave. I didn’t want her to know that I had found her e-mail password so that I would be able to continue monitoring her e-mail from Phoenix without her knowing. I put the printouts in my briefcase. I also put the pictures of Wendy fucking dipshit in my briefcase with the printouts. I had decided that if I couldn’t put my feelings in a note I wouldn’t tell Wendy anything. Maybe that would drive her as crazy as she was making me. All she knew was that I accused her of fucking Dave but she had no idea of how I could have found out. So without writing the nasty note I had planned I prepared to leave. I left my car in the garage but took my keys with me so that Wendy wouldn’t be able to do anything with the car. Then I called a taxi. PHOENIX I got through the first week in Phoenix by burying myself in my work. I didn’t give myself a chance to think about Wendy. Apparently it took Wendy a week to finally figured out where I was and on Saturday evening she called me. When I answered the phone Wendy said, “What are you doing to me? You left without a word. I had no idea where you were. I have been worried sick. Please tell me what’s going on.” She was still trying to act like she hadn’t done anything wrong. I said, “I want to ask you one question and I just want you to tell me the truth. Why did you cheat on me?” “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything wrong.” If she wasn’t ready to tell me the truth, I wasn’t ready to talk to her so without saying another word I hung up. The phone rang again right away, but I didn’t answer it. Instead, when the phone stopped ringing I logged into Wendy’s mailbox and checked her recent e-mails. There were only two that I hadn’t seen. The first note was from Dave. It read, “Was everything all right with Jim when you got home? Were you able to convince him that I haven’t been fucking that fine pussy of yours? Love Dave.” Wendy’s reply was, “Please don’t write to me that way anymore. It’s over. I can’t do this anymore. Jim isn’t home and I have no idea where he is. I have to fix things. I can’t lose him. What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know what I am going to do if I don’t find him soon. W” I sat there looking at the note and wondering how I was ever going to be able to deal with this mess. I never wanted any women other than Wendy but I had to face the fact that she betrayed me and I didn’t think I could ever forgive her. I got up and poured myself a drink. As I read Wendy’s last note over again I heard a clicking noise and realized that I was tapping the side of my glass with my wedding ring. I started to take the ring off with the intention of throwing it away but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My emotional stress was beginning to manifest itself as actual physical pain. As my eyes filled with tears I decided that I was going to have to divorce Wendy, but needed to get revenge on both Wendy and Dave for the pain and humiliation they caused me. I didn’t know how or when but I knew if I was patient enough the right opportunity would present itself to me. I briefly thought about sending Dave a nasty note using Wendy’s e-mail account so it would look like the note came from her. But then I figured that they would figure out that I had sent the note and Wendy would change her password and then I wouldn’t have any way to find out what the two of them were up to. Over the next several days I frequently checked Wendy’s e-mail but the only notes there were the notes she was sending to me pleading with me to talk to her. There were no new notes to or from Dave. Then it occurred to me that with me out of town she and Dave didn’t need to sneak around using e-mail to communicate, they could talk on the phone. Over the next two weeks Wendy stopped sending me notes. I guessed that she had given up. That’s when it hit me. As angry as I was about what Wendy had done to me I missed her terribly. I missed talking to her and watching her as she dressed for work in the morning and undressed for bed at night. I missed the way she would walk up behind me and rub my back for no reason. And I really missed the way she made love to me. How could this woman I loved so much betray me. It was on a Saturday night at the end of my first month in Phoenix and I hadn’t heard from Wendy in nearly three weeks. I had just returned to the hotel from dinner when the phone in my room rang. When I answered the phone all I heard was a clink on the other end. I figured it must have been a wrong number. I poured myself a drink and sat down to watch television. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I looked through the little peek hole in the door and saw Wendy standing at my door. At first I though about ignoring her but then my curiosity got the better of me and I let her in. As she entered the room she said, “We have to talk.” I wondered if I would get the truth from her this time. I said, “Okay, you go first.” “When you left you said that you thought that I might have cheated on you.” “No. I accused you of fucking that asshole Dave in Chicago.” “Where did you ever get an idea like that?” “Well, didn’t you fuck him?” After her last statement I knew that she came her to lie to me but I wasn’t angry about it. I found myself excited by her lies. Right then I wanted her to lie to me. The more lies she told the more painful it would be for her when she found out I had seen her fucking Dave. “No. I didn’t have sex with him and please stop talking to me that way.” I was half tempted to show her the pictures of her on top of Dave at the wedding and to show here the print out of all of those notes she and Dave had sent to each other but I let her continue to tell her lies. I made up a lie of my own based on some truth. I said, “When I left the reception to get my camera I drove a few blocks and suddenly remembered that the camera was in the trunk. So I got the camera and returned to the Dickson’s house. When I couldn’t find you I asked another guest if she had seen you. She said that that she saw you go off with Dave. When I said ‘Oh you mean the bride’s brother,’ she said ‘Yes he’s the brother but he’s also Wendy’s boyfriend.’ The woman didn’t know who I was and she was a little drunk and obviously didn’t think about what she was saying. “I looked all over the house and grounds and I saw every other member of the bridal party outside having their pictures taken but I didn’t see you or Dave. Where were you?” There seemed to be relief in Wendy’s face. She said, “Dave was my boyfriend in high school. We split up when I left school. The night of the wedding rehearsal was the first time I’d seen him since high school.” “You didn’t see him last year at you reunion?” “He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in my graduating class he graduated a year before me.” “So where did you go with him during the reception?” “We just went for a walk and talked about old times. Nothing more. I can’t believe that you don’t trust me after all this time.” Wendy’s act of being upset that I didn’t trust her wasn’t very convincing. I said, “Will you swear to me that you didn’t fuck him?” “I asked you not to talk to me that way.” “Well, did you?” “No. Absolutely not.” I played along with her lie. “If I was wrong I am very sorry. It’s just that… Well, I just don’t know what to think.” Wendy came over to me and said, “Then think about this.” Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me. “I love you and I would never betray you. I’m sorry that I disappeared at the reception and made you worry but I didn’t know you would be back so soon.” My reaction to her kiss surprised me. It had caused me to get an erection. I was determined to play things out Wendy’s way and wait for the right moment to get my revenge. At that moment the only thing I wanted to get was inside Wendy’s pants. I kissed Wendy and as our passion built we fell onto the bed. I pulled Wendy’s pants off and buried my face in her pussy and pushed my tongue inside her. I was relieved to find that her pussy wasn’t full of Dave’s semen. I put Dave out of my mind and brought Wendy to orgasm with my mouth. Then I rolled onto my back and asked Wendy to sit on my cock. I had never asked her to do that before but I wanted to see if she would make the connection with the way she fucked Dave at the reception. She didn’t react at all. She just climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her hole and began to bounce up and down on my shaft. After I climaxed we made love again but much more slowly then we went to sleep. Wendy stayed the weekend with me and left for home Monday morning thinking that everything was all right between us. She thought that I had completely accepted all of her lies as being the truth. When I dropped her at the airport I told her I would come home the following weekend for three days then return to Phoenix for another three weeks. Wendy said that maybe she could come back and stay another weekend with me. HOME AGAIN By the time I returned home in October Wendy’s infidelity seemed like a distant memory. Everything appeared to be back to normal between us. Wendy was the loving caring wife she had always seemed to be. She was so good to me that sometimes it was nearly impossible for me to believe that she had really cheated on me and I found that I still loved her but I hadn’t forgiven her. Wendy was the perfect wife, except for the fact that she also was a lying, cheating whore. But her day was coming. It was only a short time after I got home that the e-mails started between Dave and Wendy again. There was no mention of them getting together but Dave’s notes seemed to carry an undertone of hope that they would. In every one of his notes he asked, “How are you and Jim getting along? Does he really believe you? Are you sure he still loves you? Are you sure you still love him?” To Wendy’s credit she wrote that she was sure that she loved me and that everything was going to work out. I had the impression that Dave didn’t want things to work out. From my reading of his notes it appeared that he was in love with Wendy. She had to see that too, but she never gave any indication that she was in love with him. Our sexual passion was as strong as ever. I really believe that Wendy loved me and that was why she was so loving and passionate in bed, for me it was just great sex. I didn’t allow myself to let love cloud my judgment. In October during one of our staff meetings at the office, Jason asked who was available to go to Chicago to meet with a customer on Tuesday and Wednesday of the following week. He said, “If you’re available stop by my office after lunch and I’ll give you the particulars.” After the meeting I went back to my office and thought about the possibilities a trip to Chicago would give me. First I could invite Wendy to go with me. If she said she wanted to go with me I could gauge he level of excitement and see if she contacted Dave to tell him she was coming. I could tell Wendy that the meeting was Monday through Thursday. That would give me Monday and Thursday to try and learn some things about Dave and to spy on Wendy to see if she gets together with him. Once I made my decision I went directly to Jason’s office and asked if he was still looking for someone to go to Chicago. He said, “Can you go?” I said, “Yes, but I’ll need to take some vacation time while I’m there.” Jason said, “That’s not a problem. I appreciate your covering this meeting for me so take a couple of extra days while you’re there.” That evening at dinner I told Wendy that I had to go to Chicago for a meeting. I could see that interested her. She asked when I had to go and for how long. I said, “I have to fly up Sunday and return on Friday” Then as if it was an after thought I asked, “If you can get away would you like to go with me?” She said, “I don’t know if I can get the time off from work on such short notice but if you would like me to come with you I can try.” She played that very well. “If you would like me to come with you.” I said, “See if you can get the time off.” Wendy called me at work the next morning and said, “I got next week off, isn’t that great?” “That wonderful. You’ll have to find something to do during the days but we can have some fun at night.” In the back of my mind I was thinking that when we got to Chicago I could dig up some information on Dave that I could use to get revenge on him while at the same time I would do everything I could to frustrate Wendy and Dave’s plans of getting together and having sex. All I had to do is make sure that Wendy didn’t get to spend enough time alone with Dave for them to do anything. Later that day I opened Wendy’s e-mail and read the note she had already sent to Dave that morning. It read, “Dave, Jim is bringing me to Chicago with him on a business trip next week. He will be in meetings everyday so I’ll be at the hotel by myself. Do you have any ideas of what I can do to keep from being bored? We arrive on Sunday and we’re staying at the Airport Hilton.” Late in the afternoon I checked her e-mail again and found a note from Dave, which read, “Wendy, I am so glad you are coming to Chicago. I can think of many ways to keep you from getting bored while you husband is at work. Would you like to come out to the house? My Parents have gone down to their winter home in Florida so we could have the house to ourselves. I’m so excited I’m getting hard just thinking about being inside you again. Dave” I didn’t get a chance top check Wendy’s e-mail again. CHICAGO The flight to Chicago on Sunday left an hour late, and then our bags were the last ones off the plane in Chicago. Given our less than pleasant time traveling and the tension I was feeling, I was a little uptight by the time we got to our hotel room. Wendy noticed how tense I was and told me to get undressed and she would give me a massage. She had me lay face down on the bed then she started massaging on the top of my head and worked her way down my back over my buttocks and down both of my legs. Then she had me roll over and she worked on my chest and down the front of my legs. The massage took nearly an hour and when she was finished Wendy asked, “Feel better?” “Much better.” “Well I’ve got something to make you feel even better.” Wendy began stroking my cock and as it began to harden she wrapped her lips around it and preceded to give me one of the best blowjobs she has ever given me. When I blew my load in her mouth she looked up at me and smiled then she swallowed the whole load. I pulled her to me and started to slide my hand up her leg under her skirt but Wendy stopped me. She said, “It’s time to go out to dinner.” I said, “I just wanted to return the favor.” “No need to repay me. Besides, I want you to make love to me tonight and I expect you to give me a few orgasms then.” One thing I found in all of this that seemed strange was that ever since Wendy came home from her high school reunion last year she was much hotter in bed. She was always been a good lover but she got even better and that night when we got back to the hotel was one of the hottest nights of sex I had ever had. When we were both exhausted from our lovemaking Wendy drifted off to sleep while I laid awake thinking about what I was planning to do the next day. I was worried because if something went wrong I could end up in jail. My plan was to drive out to the Dickson’s house early in the morning and park my car where I could watch the house. As soon as Dave left for I was going to break into the house. I was sure that if I could get into his computer and his personal files I could find a way to get him. I didn’t like the idea of breaking into the house but I didn’t know what else to do. I figured it was fair; after all he broke into my marriage. I wasn’t able to sleep so I got up and turned on my laptop and connected it to the data port on the telephone and went out to Wendy’s mail again. There was a note from her to Dave and a response. Wendy’s note read, “Dave, It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to come out to your house. If Jim calls me I need to be near the hotel. Can you come into the city? W.” Dave responded, “Wendy, I’ll pick you up at the hotel Monday morning at eleven o’clock. We’ll go have lunch and then we can go someplace where I can get a taste of that delicious pussy of yours. Dave.” So he wasn’t going to go to work at all. He planned to spend the day with Wendy while I was at work. That screwed my plans. If I went to Dave’s house that would give him the time he needed with Wendy for them to have sex. I was faced with a dilemma. Should I stay in town and try to keep Wendy and Dave from having sex, or should I go out and search Dave’s house like I originally planned. After about an hour of fretting over this I made my decision and then I went back to bed and finally fell asleep. In the morning I left the hotel at 6:30 supposedly to have breakfast with the customer before our nine o’clock meeting. I picked up my car from parking valet and drove out to Oak Park. Traffic wasn’t too bad and I was able to make it in lees than an hour. Wendy The Dickson’s house was located at the end of a cul-de-sac on a large lot with lots of trees and shrubs that made it easy for me to walk right up to the house without being seen by the neighbors. I looked into the garage to see if Dave’s car was in there. There was a car in the garage, a two-year old Lexus. Because there was only one car in the garage I assumed that it was Dave’s. I started snooping around the house looking for the easiest way in. I could see no open windows or other weaknesses in the security of the house. It was beginning to look like I would have to break a window to get in. I didn’t care about breaking a window as long as the house didn’t have an alarm system. I slipped in behind the shrubs next to garage and sat on the ground to wait. I pulled out a sandwich and the USA Today newspaper that the hotel left outside my door that morning. At ten o’clock the garage door began to open. I put the newspaper away and moved farther into the brush to better conceal myself and waited. After about a minute I heard the car start and soon it backed out of the garage. I could see Dave behind the wheel as he backed down the driveway and into the street. Dave turned the car around in the cul-de sac and began to drive away before he hit the button to close the garage door. By the time the door was halfway down Dave’s car was out of site so I quickly ran over to the garage entrance and ducked under the closing door. I crossed the garage to the door going into the house. Luckily the door wasn’t locked. I quietly slipped into the house and listened for any sound. The house was empty. I moved through the kitchen, down the hallway past the three small bedrooms and up the stairs to the study. I figured that this must be Dave’s study because of its proximity to his bedroom. When I looked at some of the papers on his desk I saw that I was right. I look around the desk but found nothing of interest. Then I turned his computer on. When the computer finished booting up I began looking at the folders on his hard drive. I found one labeled PW. I opened it and found a list of passwords and the accounts or sites they went to. Not very secure. I found everything I needed to get to his e-mail box. I opened his e-mail hoping to find just one thing I could use against him, but instead found more that I could have dreamed of. It turned out that Davey boy wasn’t a very nice person. I found the most damning information in a mail folder named Jack. In it were notes he sent to and received from a guy named Jack Hoover. The notes went back more that two years. I scanned through the notes looking for anything incriminating. It became apparent right away that Dave was a real asshole. In his notes he gave detailed descriptions of his sexual encounters with several women all of who were married. Then in a note from June of last year he wrote, “Jack, Just found out from my sister that Wendy Hillard is coming to town for their high school class reunion. In high school I did everything I could to get in Wendy’s pants but that bitch wouldn’t give in. She was the only girl I dated that I couldn’t fuck. When we broke up she said I was lazy and shallow. That pissed me off and I’ve wanted a chance to get even with her ever since. Well, I’m going to see if I can’t remedy that next week.” Jack wrote back, “Isn’t Wendy married now? How are you going to get her in bed if her husband comes with her?” Dave wrote, “I don’t care if her husband comes with her or not. I am going to fuck her and break up her marriage. I’ll let you know when it happens.” How the hell could Wendy have let herself be sucked in by this slime ball? I looked at my watch and it was 12:30. I felt a knot form in my stomach as I remembered that Dave was with Wendy at that moment. They were probably finishing lunch and talking about where they would go to have sex. I took a deep breath and said out loud, “This is Wendy’s problem now.” She didn’t have any idea what kind of asshole she was dealing with. The next note to Jack was dated a week later. It read, “Jack, I told you I would do it and I did. I fucked Wendy last night and it was great. It was pretty wild. I used my sister to get me into the reunion Saturday night and I pretended to just bump into Wendy by accident. I told her how happy I was to see her and how great she looked and asked her to sit with me so we could catch up on each other’s lives. I told her a few lies that made me look good then complemented her on how great she looked again. After that we danced and talked until the party ended. I gave her a ride back to her hotel before she left I asked her if she would have dinner with me last night. “I guess I didn’t make her feel uncomfortable because she accepted my invitation. Then last night after dinner I drove around town and ended up in the high school parking lot, She asked me why I parked the car there and I told her I just wanted to talk. Then I bull shitted her about how much I missed her after we broke up and that I still think about her all the time. I kept up the BS for a while then I asked her if she remembered all the times we made out in my car in that same parking lot when we were in high school. She just looked at me without speaking so I pulled her to me and kissed her. She resisted at first but she was beginning to loosen up after a few kisses. Suddenly she pulled away and said that she had to call her husband. She got out of the car and made a call on her cell phone. “I knew that if she let me kiss her again after she got off the phone with her husband that she would be mine. “She was only on the phone for a couple of minutes then she got back in the car. She didn’t say anything, so I asked her if everything was all right. When she didn’t say anything right away I asked her if she wanted me to take her back to her hotel but she said she wasn’t ready to go back to the hotel yet. That was the moment of truth. Would she let me fuck her or not? I pulled her to me and kissed her and she responded by letting me put my tongue in her mouth. While our tongues were playing with each other and I was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. I had just put my hand on her knee and was starting to move it up under her skirt when her cell phone rang. Wendy pulled away from me to answer the phone. It was her fucking husband. As I listened to her tell him that she was in bed and had just turned off the television so she could go to sleep I put my hand back on her leg and slowly slid it up the inside of her thigh. She was wearing thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose so when my hand reached the bare skin above the top of her stockings I thought she would push my hand away but instead she spread her legs a little farther apart. I continued to move my hand very slowly and as I got closer to crotch I could feel the heat coming from her cunt. When I reached the crotch of her panties and began teasing her pussy through the thin material Wendy closed her eyes but kept right on talking to the poor bastard. I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to finger fuck her as she asked her husband if he would mind if she stayed here for a couple more days. Then she told him how much she loved him. I don’t know how she did it. She was humping my finger while she was talking to him and her voice never gave away the fact that she was close to having an orgasm. “I continued to finger her with one hand while I took my cock out of my pants with the other. I continued to finger her until I heard her say good night to her husband then just before she turned her phone off I beeped the car horn. I was hoping that her husband would hear the horn before he hung up and would know that Wendy wasn’t in bed like she had just told him. As soon as Wendy put her phone back in her purse I put my hand behind her head and gently pulled her head toward my cock She took my cock in her mouth without hesitation and sucked me off until I shot a load in her mouth. When she was done I handed her a couple of tissues from the glove box so she could clean herself up. After that I took her to my house where we spent the rest of the night fucking. She was so hot she about wore me out. “I fucked her again this morning before we had breakfast. She is in the shower right now and when she gets out I am going to have her give me another blowjob. By the time she goes home she will belong to me. She’ll leave her husband then I’ll dump her. More later, Dave.” Reading that note was extremely painful. The image of Wendy talking to me on the phone while that asshole had his fingers in her pussy made me sick. But the worst part was that she could tell me she loved me while he had his fingers inside her. Also knowing that the two of them could be fucking at that very moment didn’t help. The pain I was feeling right then made me wonder why I had brought Wendy to Chicago with me. Why was I helping them get back together? I had to keep telling myself that what Wendy did with Dave no longer mattered. If she spent the whole week fucking him or never fucked him again was no longer important. The damage was done. I needed my revenge on them. I continued reading Dave’s notes and found everything I needed. Apparently Dave couldn’t do anything with out telling his friend Jack about it. There were more notes about the time he spent with Wendy during the time of the reunion. There was a note later expressing his disappointment that he hadn’t managed to break up Wendy’s marriage yet. Then there was this note, “Jack, It’s official now. I am engaged to the daughter of the president of the company. The old fuck actually likes me. Nothing has been said about any prenuptial agreements so I guess they trust me. Megan is planning the wedding for December of next year. Now all I have to do is teach Megan how to suck my cock so I don’t have to fuck the ugly bitch all the time. I want you to be my best man but we can talk about that later. See ya, Dave.” Many of the notes that followed made very crude and unflattering references to Dave’s fiancée and her father. There were also notes to Jack where Dave talked negatively about many of the other people he corresponded with via e-mail. I was beginning to get the impression that Dave only liked one person other than himself and that was Jack Hoover. But a note to another of Dave’s e-mail pen pals dispelled that myth. In that note Dave said that Jack was like a puppy, always following him around. Dave said, “I swear I think Jack would suck my cock if I told him to. I guess he just worships me.” The more I read the worst he got. Then last spring Dave told Jack that he had arrange to have his sister ask Wendy to be in her wedding. He said, “I’ll be fucking that slut again And hopefully this time it’ll kill her marriage. I’d seen enough. I was afraid that if I read anymore I would end up getting a baseball bat and waiting for Dave to come home. I copied down Dave’s e-mail ID and password and put it in my wallet. I made sure I left everything the way I found it and then I slipped out of the house and walked back to my car. When I got to the parking lot at the hotel I called the room but got no answer. Then I called Wendy on her cell phone. When she answered I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was out walking around the hotel. I told her I was on my way back to the hotel and would be there in a few minutes. Wendy said that she would meet me back in our room. I sat in the car for a few minutes until I saw Dave come out and give a ticket to the valet parking attendant. As soon as Dave got into his car and left I headed into the hotel. If I hadn’t already known Wendy was with Dave all afternoon I wouldn’t have been able to tell by looking at her. She looked happy to see me. She kissed me and slipped he tongue in my mouth. Even thought I was angry about what she was doing behind my back I still responded to the passion in her kiss and I could feel myself getting hard. Wendy and I were soon on the bed having sex. She gave my engorged cock a lot of oral attention and I could tell by her body language that she wanted me to return the favor. I knew what had been in her pussy earlier and I wasn’t about to put my tongue in there. All in all the sex was very satisfying and relieved some of the tension that had built up in me during the day. On Tuesday and Wednesday I was able to put Wendy and Dave out of my mind and concentrate on me meetings. On both days when I got back to the hotel Wendy was waiting for me. She was hot and ready for sex and she was fantastic in bed. REVENGE I decided Wednesday night that I had everything I needed for my revenge, so I didn’t need to stay Thursday. I told Wendy that I had finished up with my meetings sooner than expected and was going home on Thursday. I watched her face as I told her this but she didn’t appear to be disappointed. Then I offered to let her stay an extra day if she wanted to but she said she would go home with me. Thursday afternoon when we got home Wendy went to take a shower and I logged on to Dave’s e-mail and started my plans for revenge. First, I forwarded all of the notes in Dave’s Jack Hoover folder to Wendy. Then I forwarded the notes about Dave’s fiancée and her father to the father. I deleted the evidence of the notes I sent from the send file so that Dave wouldn’t know that anyone had been in his e-mail account. That was just the first round. It wasn’t till Saturday that I saw what I was hoping for. I had signed onto Dave’s e-mail and found a note he had sent to Jack on Friday night. It read, “Jack, Something has gone terribly wrong. Megan called me this morning and told me I was a pig and that the engagement was off and that I shouldn’t try to contact her. Then when I got to work the companies security people came and told me that I had been terminated then they watched me empty my desk and escorted me from the building. I can’t imagine what happened and I can’t call Megan or her father to ask. I can’t believe this is happening to me.” It was time for step two. I created a distribution list of all of the people that Dave corresponded with except Jack and sent all of the notes that had negative comments about people in them to that distribution list. Finally I took the note that Dave wrote about Jack saying he was like a puppy and would probably suck Dave’s cock if Dave told him to do it, and forwarded it to Jack. This time I didn’t clean up after myself. I wanted Dave to see that those notes were sent from his e-mail address. I was satisfied. Dave was out of work and wouldn’t be living the good life married to the boss’s daughter and he probably wouldn’t have a friend left in the world. I was happy for him. Now the last step was to deal with Wendy. I turned off the computer and went into the family room where Wendy was reading a magazine. I took her by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. She followed without asking any questions. Once in the bedroom I kissed her passionately and lifted her onto the bed. I pulled the jeans she was wearing off and removed her panties and began sucking on her pussy. Wendy seemed a little surprised by the lack of foreplay but was soon enjoying the sensations I was giving her. I continued to stimulate her orally until she had an orgasm then I removed my clothes and positioned myself so that Wendy could suck on my rock hard cock. I didn’t let her bring me off in her mouth because I wanted to shoot my load in her pussy, which I did. After my climax we lay quietly on the bed for a while then Wendy asked, “What was that all about?” I got off the bed and put my pants on while Wendy continued to lay there half naked with the evidence of our coupling leaking from between her labia. Wendy was looking at me with curiosity but no concern as I began to speak. I said, “Wendy, I have been thinking about this for quite a while now and I have finally made up my mind. You’ve given me eight great years of marriage...” Wendy interrupted me and said, “We’ve been married ten years.” “Don’t interrupt me. You’ve given me eight great years of marriage. You’re attractive and sexy, you’re intelligent, you have a good sense of humor, you’re fun to be with, I love the way you suck my cock and you’re a great fuck. It’s for those reasons that I am not divorcing you in spite of the fact that for the last year and a half you have been a lying, cheating slut?” The expression of curiosity on Wendy’s face had changed to shock. She said, “What are you talking about?” “You know exactly what I am talking about.” ”How could you say that to me? I’ve never cheated on you.” “Give it up Wendy. Your lies won’t work. I have a confession to make. Remember when I told you that a woman at the wedding told me that you were with Dave? Well I lied about that. When I got back to the Dickson’s house after finding my camera I went looking around and ended up on that catwalk of whatever it is above Dave’s bedroom.” I opened the drawer in the bedside table and took out the pictures I had taken of Wendy and Dave and I tossed them on the bed. “I was up there and took these pictures as I watched you guide his cock into your cheating cunt with my own eyes.” Wendy was stunned. I gave her a few seconds to let that sink in. Finally she said, “Why didn’t you stop us?” I said, “I wanted to but I could move after I heard you say, ‘It feels so good to have you inside me again.’ There didn’t seem to be much point in stopping you when I found out it wasn’t the first time you had fucked him. “Since then I have been reading your e-mail and I have learned a lot about the two of you.” Wendy had begun crying. “I can explain if you’ll give me a chance.” “If you can explain to me why I shouldn’t be upset that you have fucking that son-of-a-bitch and why I should forgive you for all the lies and deceit I would gladly listen to you. Otherwise keep your fucking mouth shut till I’m done talking. “Aside from being that jack-off’s slut for that last year and a half you’ve done everything else a good wife should do. So I have decided to give you a choice. You can stay with me and follow my rules or you can leave. “If you decide to stay you will act like you are my loving and dedicated wife. That should be easy for you. You will under no circumstances have sex with anyone other than me. If you do I’ll dump you immediately. You will have sex with me whenever I want it. You can sleep in here or in the guest room I don’t care which. Now, while a small part of me still loves you, I have absolutely no respect for you and I don’t trust you at all. Respect and trust is something you’ll have to earn and it won’t be easy. “Before you decided to run off to spend your life with that toad you’ve been fucking, I suggest that you go read the notes that I forwarded from his mail box to you. I think you’ll find that he may not be your Prince Charming. “If you decide to leave me you can sleep in the guest room until you can make other arrangements. If you decided that you want to stay you can tell me by sucking my cock. Do you understand everything I have said?” Wendy looked at me with tears streaming down her face and said, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Then she got dressed and left the room. For the next hour I could hear her in the guest room whimpering. Later I heard her turn the computer on in the study. About a half hour later I went to the kitchen to get a drink. Wendy was sitting at the computer and crying as she read the notes. I felt a little sorry for her but I didn’t go to her. About midnight that night a sudden movement of my bed woke me up. I was still half asleep when I felt Wendy’s lips on my cock. She made her decision. Wendy I walked into the fast food place and she was there in front of me in line. The top of her brunette head came just up to my shoulder. She turned just to glance at the person joining the line. Her blue eyes and my hazel eyes met and almost never looked away. We both smiled, inhailed, grinned, spoke our names. I think we got some sodas to go and finished them while walking back to my apartment. I was lean and fit, just home from the war that Spring, my hair just a few months long, enjoying my first apartment and the wild underground social scene. She was a real teen cutie, fresh from high school, class ring and all; a smooth, round-ish figure, heavy breasts and slightly plump thighs and rear; that glorious blend of teen "baby fat" and a maturing, womanly figure. Her smile was electric, enchanting. I'm sure mine was just a big, goofy, horny grin. When our hands touched we both felt the rush; we both saw the effects: my tenting slacks and her stiff nipples. The walk home got faster. I fumbled my key in the lock because Wendy was pressing her firm tits into my side and groping my crotch. We tumbled inside, closed and relocked the door, then locked our bodies and lips together. My cock pushed hard against her lower belly. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt. Mine pushed her tight cotton t-shirt up and off so I could hold her breasts. Hers pulled my drawstring open and pushed my slacks down. I unsnapped, removed her bra. I could only bury my face into those firm, unsagging, young girl's big tits. Licking, kissing, holding, bouncing, suckling, carassing them. She could only hold my stiffness, squeezing, stroking, pressing it against her soft, warm, cute round tummy. We dry humped in the front hall, Wendy against the wall, gasping as my thigh rubbed slowly between her legs, groaning as her gentle fingers rippled up and down my shaft, massaging it against her chubby thigh. I slipped my hands slowly down her back, her sides, under her panty waistband, down over the generous curves of her big tight butt. We kissed all the while, moaning and sighing and licking and nibbling. As I ground my cock against her, pushing it down between her thighs, she managed to murmur "I really want you! Oh!...oh!...pleeeease make...oh!...love to me. Come inside me. Eat me!" We made it to the big futon in the living room. Her white cotton briefs joined all our other clothes somewhere. Her furry pussy (this was way before shaving and trimming were hip) was rich with her arroused aroma, slick with her girl juice. My tongue danced over her lips, darted inside, traced the crease of her thigh, wiggled in around her bud. She rocked her hips insistantly against my mouth, gasping louder and louder, flowing wetter and wetter, squeezing my head tighter and tighter with her firm thighs. My mouth covered her clit and tunnel; I suckled gently, rhythmically on the whole area; my tongue moved languidly back and forth over her moderately large clit; my arms tried to force her gripping legs apart so I could breathe. Her cries rose in pitch and shortened in length. In a few short moments her cunt was spasming, filling my mouth with her spicy hot juices, and her cries became an extended shrill squeal. In the kitchen we shared a cool drink and, I'm sure, some chit-chat. I don't recall much beyond a lot of oogling each other's bodies, some touching, some kissing, and, most vividly, Wendy kneeling down to take my hard-on into her mouth. The tiled counter top was cool and hard against my butt; the wet, slippery tongue was warm and soft around my cock. Her hands cupped my rear, stroked my thighs, held my balls; one encircled my cock to assist her bobbing mouth. My hands stroked her wild dark hair, tickled her ears, lightly held her head to show her when she sucked/stroked me right. I was moaning pretty loud when she eased back from me saying, "My knees hurt. Let's go lay down and fuck." I padded after her towards the bedroom, staring at her perfect round chubby cheeks flexing/bouncing/quivering. She jumped onto the bed, pausing on all fours to grin back at me and my hard flopping cock. I didn't think, I didn't ask, I didn't say anything loving or sexy. Pure pheremone lust for this well-padded, brunette cutie took over. I got up behind her and slipped into her fur-ringed pussy in one firm slow push. Wendy gave another little surprised squeal. I grabbed her fleshy waist, her full hips, and started to pump in short steady strokes. She pushed back, wiggling and rocking to find the right counter-rhythm. She dropped her shoulders to the bed and arched her back to find the right place inside for me to fuck against. I just fucked her. Hot, hard, steady thrusts of a stiff cock into a slippery, squeezing, flowing cunt. Desparate panting, groaning-thru-clenched-teeth fucking. Sweaty buns, wet thighs, damp belly-slapping fucking. Clawing-the-sheets, hair-tossing, primal-groaning, G-spot-pounding, squirting-cunt fucking. We both sunk into a brief, but exhausted sleep, damp, sticky legs tangled, arms around her spoon-fashion, our musky, sexy aroma filling the room. We woke some time later, still twined together. Our yawning and stretching led to kissing and hugging which led to fondling and humping. Wendy's warm, slick pussy slid down my wake-up harn-on. My arms hugged her, my hands cupped and caressed her firm round buns. Her hard-nippled tits wiggled over my chest. We fucked slowly, savoring the feel of hot young bodies pulsing with joyous animal passion. She rode me slow and steady, sprawled over me, her weight restricting my movements, her hips rocking her cunt up and down my shaft, her pussy dripping, squishing as she moved and moaned. She rode me quicker and firmer, sitting up, her knees up by my ribs, her fingers touching her clit, her tight tunnel muscles stroking me as I thrust and moaned. "I'm almost late for work," Wendy called out as she burst into my apartment one morning. "I'll come here for lunch, OK?" she asked as she hurried into the bedroom. Not that I wasn't happy to see her, but *first thing* in the morning? My first cup of coffee was still warm and my first pipe barely touched. And, of course, there were a couple of sex magazines open on the bed and I had a floppy, half hard-on. And a surprised, floppy, half grin. "Oh!--," she said, seeing me. "Ooohh!...starting without me, huh?" she teased. "And I was gonna show you my new panties before I went to work, to give you peek at what might cum later!" She moved toward the bed hiking her uniform skirt with each step. Her legs were sheathed in smooth taupe pantiehose which highlighted their firm, round shapes. "But, maybe I won't since this skinny blonde bitch here--" She took the magazine from my unresisting hand. "What's her damn fake name?--"Cynthia" has got you hard already!" The hem of her skirt stopped rising. She grinned at me, her hands on her hips holding her skirt up. "Not hard enough, Wendy! You're so, sooo much better than any paper fantasy!" "Yeah, right, man!" she teased as she jumped up on the bed and straddled my hips. Her skirt got shoved way up around her waist, her pantiehose were stretched tight over her thighs, belly, crotch. Her panties were hip-huggers, dark blue nylon. Her tummy made a delightful round bulge creased by her pantie waistband and by that of her hose. My cock swelled from the contact with the slippery, shiny nylons, from the weight of her on my lap, from the fleshy bounce of her ass cheeks under my hands. "And now that I've seen your lovely panties...what might cum later? This horny little pussy? My hot dick?...eh?" "Yes! you bastard! Both I hope!" We kissed and groped for a minute. "But when I'm away I want you to go easy on the hand jobs with these magazine sluts. I want you to be real hard and full for me." "I will be! You know what I like to do first thing. That'll be all 'til you get here." She slipped off my lap and knelt beside the bed. "I know. Today I'm gonna help!" Her hand replaced mine, her rhythm replaced mine. She started slow, getting the feel of my stiffnes, letting my foreskin slide up and down the head, never below the rim. She'd picked up that trick early on because she'd never seen an un-cut cock before and she wanted to learn all she could about guys. She learned very, very well. Her pace quickened, her grip tightened a bit, her stroke included a subtle twisting motion that set my legs shaking. I started bucking my hips, moaning. "Lie still! I know how hot you are. I wanna make you cum real quick. I gotta get to work!" I tried. I really tried to stay still. But Wendy's hand was too good, her pumping was too good, her ring of thumb-and-finger flickering over my cockhead was way too good. I groaned in surrender as my nuts clenched and the liquid fire rose up my shaft. Three good squirts erupted with her final strokes. Three or four more little ones followed as she slowly milked my tingling, softening cock. *Now I could lie still!* "There! That outta hold you 'til I get back. If you promise not to cum again until I get back, I'll have a real big surprise for you! Something I know you'll like!" "I promise! I promise!" We kissed and she was gone. "Well, Cynthia, I guess this morning is not our morning," I said, picking up the magazine. The thin, blonde cuite on her bed in her scanty underwear smiled sweetly at the camera, reaching back to unhook her bra, suggesting she liked her tities sucked. The other magazine had Laurie lifting her skirt to show off her lacy black bikinis, her stocking tops, her matching garter belt, demanding that her watcher take his cock in hand and show how much he liked her. "And you, Laurie, will just have to take my word for it that I do like you!" I was driven to distraction all day. Imagining her "surprise" and trying to not browse my magzines as she asked had me hot and bothered. Images of some of my favorite models, fantasies about Wendy and her games kept popping into my thoughts. My then current favorite PH Pet was Elesbeth, a rounded young Brit in frilly corset, stockings and suspenders, pictured posing around her victorian bedroom. One picture of her lying tummy-down on her bed, legs slightly spread, smooth round cheeks swelling from her lacy tap panties kept re-occurring. That, and remembering some Wendy's other teasing games, kept me vaguely aroused all day. I got no code written that day. By the time that afternoon when I heard her in the hall, I was a wreak, a wreak with an hours-long half hard-on. "Hi, honey!" she greeted. "Did you keep it zipped-up today?" She grinned a naughty happy smile. "Just barely! But yes!" We kissed and hugged in the living room. Her hips felt sooo good pressing against mine. Her big soft tits were a wonderful warm weight in my hands. Her curious groping hand was a welcome sensation on my rear, hips, groin. "It feels like it's all there!" she said cupping my buldge. "Ummm?...yes...?...what's all there?" "Your load, silly!" Laughing she stepped back and unzipped herself out of her tight polyester waitress uniform. Her large tits were barely contained by her black nylon underwire bra. Her broad, round hips, bouncy cheeks, and shapely legs were sheathed in taupe nylon, control-top pantiehose and...surprise!...no panties! The dark blue nylon briefs she had on that morning were gone. She did a quick, hand-on-thrust-out-hip pose, then turned about.The sight of her big round ass squeezed tight and smooth by the pantiehose was too much for me. I popped up to full erection when she bent over and pulled her panties from her bag. "Here. I wore these almost all day," she said waving them under my nose. "I got kinda wet thinking about you at breaktime. I went into the john and touched myself...a lot!...and they got wetter. Smell!" Her warm body snuggled into my arms, her thigh pushed between mine, the aroma of her damp undies making me dizzy with sudden lust. My hand slipped down her taut, round tummy, seeking the furry wet slit below and...surprize!...the cotton gusset of the pantiehose was torn open. Her lips were warm and damp, her fur tickled my fingers, her pussy was slick under my fingers. She groaned through our tongue-kiss and humped my hand, her cunt soon squishing with her flow. "No fair!" I managed to gasp between kisses."You got to finger yourself and I didn't! I swear I didn't!" "Yes, but I didn't finish! I just did...oh, yes!...uuuummmmmm!...what you're doing now...oooohhh! ooooohhh!..." Her cunt rotated furiously on my fingers. My cock rubbed tall and hard against her nyloned thigh. "And I'm gonna finish real soon...too soon...if you don't stop moving!" She pushed me back on the couch. She pulled my pants off. She knelt in front of me and took my cock in her hand. "Yea, you'll finish soon. And we'll start all over again!" Wendy The train journey took two hours, and I sat staring out of the carriage window, oblivious to the countryside flashing by, oblivious to other passengers, oblivious to everything except thoughts of my daughter Wendy. It had begun when my wife was killed in a car crash when Wendy was seventeen. I was devastated – it had been a terrific marriage, not least for the fantastic sex, where nothing had been taboo. Wendy seemed to grow up overnight, taking charge and looking after everything. She was wonderful, comforting me and running the household, cleaning and cooking while I tried to come to terms with what had happened. At the funeral she'd put her arms round me and hugged me with tears in her eyes. 'Don't worry, Daddy – I'll take care of you,' she'd whispered. Gradually, we'd settled down to a routine, and life more or les returned to normal. But then I became aware of changes in Wendy. She no longer went out with boyfriends, seeming to prefer to stay at home with me. Secretly, I was glad – I'd always resented her having boyfriends, imagining them kissing her and pawing her young body, perhaps even fucking her … Also, as summer approached, Wendy began to wear fewer and more revealing clothes – very short skirts that showed off her bare legs, skimpy tops and half-unbuttoned blouses, and she rarely wore a bra around the house, apparently unmindful of the fact that her nipples were often clearly defined through whatever she was wearing. When she was younger, I'd often guiltily enjoyed seeing her in her school uniform, with its very short skirts showing off her long, bare legs, and occasionally being rewarded by a glimpse of her knickers, and watching her budding breasts starting to strain against her blouses and sweaters. She'd always been very affectionate, sitting on my lap and cuddling me, often pressing her breasts against me, with her skirt sliding up as she wriggled into a more comfortable position. This often resulted in her bottom pressing against my involuntary erection, and sometimes I couldn't resist resting my hand on her bare thigh. Now, her innocent affection and careless display of her body had an even greater effect on me, but Wendy seemed completely unaware of my frequent arousal. On her eighteenth birthday I took her out to dinner to celebrate. She wore a short, low-cut black dress and high heels, she'd had her hair done, made her face up and put on some of her mother's jewellery, and she looked very grown-up and sophisticated. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and when we danced she moulded her soft body against me and I tried to prevent her feeling my growing erection. I don't know if I succeeded completely, because she squeezed my hand and gave me a sly smile. When we got home she threw her arms round my neck and thanked me for a lovely evening, and for the first time gave me a long kiss on the mouth. Her tender lips felt tantalizingly inviting, and it was all I could do to gently free myself and say goodnight. After that, it seemed natural for us to regularly kiss each other on the lips, usually briefly, but sometimes a little longer than necessary, and our hands would touch and we seemed to brush against each other more and more frequently. We often ate at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, sitting side by side on stools, which gave me repeated glimpses of her cleavage, and our legs would touch or her breast might sometimes brush against my arm. One morning Wendy accidentally spilled orange juice on her tight-fitting white tee-shirt. I'd already noticed that for once she was wearing a bra – it was black, and fully discernible through the thin material. 'Shit!' she cried, and peeled off her tee-shirt, and I saw that the bra in fact consisted of nothing more than scraps of open-mesh almost transparent black lace, and I felt myself stirring as I gazed at her fully visible nipples. I'm a writer, and I spent most of my time in my study-cum-office working and earning our living. One morning Wendy came in bearing a mug of coffee. She was wearing a pair of abbreviated and very tight shorts, and a white sleeveless blouse, mostly unbuttoned and tied beneath her breasts to expose a large expanse of bare midriff. 'Still working on the novel, Daddy?' she smiled, and stood beside me, riffling through what I'd written. Then she pulled back my chair slightly and sat on my lap, thumbing through the pages. I was acutely aware of her bare thighs and midriff, and when I glanced down I saw that most of her left breast was visible. I rested my hand on her waist as I reached past her to pick up the coffee, and Wendy whistled softly. 'I like this bit, Daddy!' She wriggled her bottom on my lap, and I left my hand where it was on her waist, enjoying the feel of her warm bare skin. '"Paul rolled her swollen nipple between his forefinger and thumb, squeezing it and then tugging it lightly,"' she read. '"Darling – that feels wonderful! – but – but don't be so gentle! Be rough with me! Yes! Like that!"' Wendy smiled at me roguishly. 'Can I read some more juicy stuff, Daddy?' 'No!' I said with pretended sternness. 'Go away and let me do some work!' She pouted, and slid off my lap. 'You're a meanie, Daddy! I was just starting to enjoy myself!' So was I, I thought, but I just growled: 'And you're a naughty girl!' Her shorts were strained across her beautifully rounded bottom, and I slapped her playfully. Wendy caught her breath, and then she giggled. '"Darling – that feels wonderful! – but – but don't be so gentle! Be rough with me!"' she quoted. I grinned, and smacked her again, much harder this time. She hesitated, then leaned forward to kiss me swiftly, but not before I looked down her blouse. Not only were her breasts completely visible, but I saw that her nipples were jutting rigidly. 'I – I think I could get to like you doing that to me, Daddy,' she whispered, and then she straightened and walked to the door, while I stared at her gently swaying bottom, imagining spanking it properly, minus shorts and panties … I tried to concentrate on what I was doing, but all I could think of was my daughter squirming delightfully against my erection, and my hand feeling her soft smooth skin, while we joked about sexual dialogue, and I found myself dreaming of spanking her bare bottom … It was a Saturday, and at lunchtime I suggested going out to a pub for a glass of beer and a sandwich. I was disappointed to see that Wendy had put on a bra, but I could still stare at her gleaming bare thighs and take pleasure in admiring her cleavage. We went to the bar together to order our drinks and food – it was very crowded, and we found ourselves pressed together, and again I put my hand on her bare waist, managing to hold her close. Wendy was obviously enjoying herself, and we went out into the beer garden. We were lucky enough to be able to find space at the end of a picnic table facing each other, and she chattered constantly, her cheeks flushed and her eye sparkling, apparently unaware that our legs frequently touched beneath the table. 'Those things you write about, Daddy – did you do them with Mummy?' she suddenly asked, staring at me boldly. 'I – I don't think we should talk about that,' I stammered weakly, and Wendy giggled. 'Mummy and I used to talk about the things you did to her – I loved hearing about them, it was exciting, but sometimes I felt jealous …' Her eyes dropped, and I saw that she was blushing, and then she hurriedly changed the subject. We walked back slowly after lunch, and once again I slipped my arm round her bare middle, and she briefly rested her head on my shoulder. Then she took my hand, holding it tightly as we walked, and I found it was constantly brushing against her bare thigh. When we got home, writing was out of the question - I would never have been able to think of anything but my daughter's body, so I announced that I was going to mow the lawn. Wendy decided that she felt lazy, and would sunbathe and watch me working. She went up to her room to change into a swimsuit, and I busied myself getting the mower from the shed. Just as I was ready to start, I happened to glance up at Wendy's bedroom window, and there she was, looking at me, completely naked. I stopped in my tracks, unable to take my eyes from her body, and then she blew me a kiss and disappeared from sight. She came down a few minutes later wearing a lime green bikini and carrying a book. She deposited the book on the patio table and crossed the lawn to me. 'Do you like it, Daddy?' she asked, pirouetting slowly so that I could take in every detail of her bikini. In fact, there was very of it – it was just a few scraps of material that just about covered her breasts and the base of her belly, and from the rear it vanished completely between the cheeks of her bottom. I told her I liked what I could see very much, which was true …She giggled. 'Are you sure you're talking about the bikini, Daddy?' Then her expression changed. 'I'm sorry if I embarrassed you just now, Daddy,' she said, smiling shyly, 'letting you see me with nothing on …' 'It's me who should say sorry, for staring at you, darling,' I got out, aware that I was still gazing at her barely-concealed breasts. 'I didn't mind you seeing me naked, Daddy,' she almost whispered. 'In fact, I – I liked it …' I almost grabbed her and tore off her bikini there and then, but she turned away and settled herself on a sun-bed on the patio, and the moment had passed. Wendy prepared a simple salad for dinner that evening, and I opened a bottle of wine. She'd put on a short, thin summer dress that made it evident that she wasn't wearing a bra, and it seemed that she smiled at me almost sadly. We picked at our food and drank more wine than usual, trying to make conversation, until suddenly she burst into tears, dropped her knife and fork and rushed from the room. I hurried after her, following her upstairs to her room, to find her sobbing on her bed. Her face was buried in her arms, and her skirt was rucked up to the tops of her thighs. I sat on the bed beside her and put my hand on her bare shoulder. 'Darling, what's the matter?' I asked, stroking her, hating to see her like this. She rolled onto her back and stared up at me, her cheeks streaked with tears and her breasts heaving. 'Daddy – I – we – it's driving me mad, knowing that you want me, and I want you. I want you so badly, darling! Why won't you fuck me?' 'You're my daughter, sweetheart! Yes, of course I want you, but …' Wendy slid one foot up the bed, raising her knee, and the hem of her dress moved even higher. I couldn't resist any longer, and I transferred my hand from her shoulder to her bare thigh, slowly sliding it up her soft, silky-smooth skin. Our eyes locked, and she parted her legs and arched her back, thrusting her breasts up and offering herself to me. I slipped my arm under her and pulled her against me, and then my mouth covered hers and I was kissing her frantically. Her soft lips parted, and my tongue searched for hers, finding it, feeling it welcoming mine as we kissed wetly. Wendy squirmed against me, and my hand moved between her legs. I discovered that she was wearing minuscule panties, and the delicate material was already soaked. She helped me pull her dress up, our mouths still working on each other, breaking off only when she raised her arms so that I could tug the dress over her head, and then we were kissing again as I fondled her naked breast. I moved my mouth down over her neck and throat, letting my hands roam over her body as I kissed her slender shoulders. I kissed her arms and her hands, sucking her fingers, turning her over so that I could kiss her back, tracing her vertebrae with my tongue, rolling her onto her back again to kiss her breasts. I sucked her stiff nipples, biting them gently and hearing her moan softly. My mouth travelled down, nibbling her fluttering belly, and then I was kissing her left leg. I started at the top, slowly working my way down to finally reach her foot, biting each toe in turn, and then I switched to the toes of her other foot, before kissing my way up her calf and thigh. Wendy lifted her hips to let me pull off her panties, and then she cried out as my mouth found the lips of her vulva. She was already trembling, and when my tongue discovered her clitoris her body jerked spasmodically. She tangled her fingers in my hair, grinding my face between her legs as I used my lips, tongue and teeth on her. I could feel that she was soaked in perspiration, and she was gasping for breath, panting and moaning in the throes of her orgasm. She writhed on the bed, twisting and turning, and when she rolled over I slapped her bottom, hard, and then I spanked her a few more times. She fumbled with my clothes, her fingers shaking uncontrollably, and at last I, too, was naked. She reached for my throbbing penis, and I let her kiss it for a moment. She tried to pull me down on top of her, but I hadn't finished kissing her. My mouth and hands must have covered every inch of her body – it lasted a long time, it must have taken me half an hour, teasing her, kissing her, caressing her, sometimes being rough with her. Finally, she could bear it no longer. 'Do it to me Daddy, please! I'm not a virgin, and I won't get pregnant – fuck me, darling, fuck me!' She may not have been a virgin, but she was still very tight, and I eased into her gently. Wendy stared up at me wide-eyed. 'Oh, God, Daddy, yes!' she breathed. I began to slowly move in and out of her, my mouth on hers and my hand kneading her breast. My daughter's soft young body, her yielding flesh and her hot, stretched vagina were almost unbearably exciting. I don't know if she had a fresh orgasm or if it was still the same one, but as I fucked her she writhed against me, panting, grinding her breasts against my chest and digging her nails into my back. I tried to make it last as long as possible, but the stimulation was agonizing, and I felt myself starting to lose control. Wendy felt it too, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream as I speeded up. She started to buck wildly beneath me, our perspiring bodies squelching together as she wrapped her legs round my waist, forcing me deeper into her. She sank her teeth into my shoulder, clinging to me as I pounded into her, and then her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow, twisting like an eel, her body slippery in my grasp. I heard my grunts mingling with her gasping moans as I fucked her harder and harder, and then she screamed loudly as I erupted into her. My semen spurted endlessly, and she kissed me feverishly, her teeth drawing blood from my bottom lip as her body jerked uncontrollably. My penis refused to soften, and I kept fucking her, even after the flood of my semen dwindled away, and Wendy fell back limply, her body responding lifelessly as I rammed my penis into her again and again. She stared at me unseeingly, her eyes glazed, reaching up to pull my head down so that she could kiss me, making little unintelligible sounds as she clutched at me. Again I was gripping her soft breasts, squeezing her nipples as I continued to fuck her, and then her hand cupped my balls, fondling me as her hips lifted to match my movements. I felt myself stirring once more, and my daughter cried out as I exploded into her for the second time. She clung to me, kissing me and telling me how much she loved me, until at last I emptied the last of my semen into her overflowing vagina. Eventually my penis softened, and I eased myself off her as it slipped out of her. I collapsed onto my back, exhausted, and Wendy sprawled half on top of me, kissing me repeatedly. 'Daddy – I never, never dreamed it could be like that!' she whispered. 'The other times, they were just boys, and they just fucked me quickly, and then it was all over. Oh, Daddy, I love you!' I saw that she was crying, and I kissed her tears, and told her how wonderful it had been for me, too. I got off the bed and went downstairs to collect the bottle of wine and our glasses. I glanced at the clock, and was amazed to see that we'd been making love for nearly two hours, two of the most marvellous hours of my life. Back in the bedroom, Wendy was sitting up waiting for me. I saw the marks I'd made on her soft tender body, and a trickle of my semen on her thigh. She smiled and kissed me eagerly, then she took the wine and poured some in a glass. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling mischievously, then dipped her breast into the glass and offered it to me. I sucked the wine from her warm, yielding flesh, feeling her nipple hardening between my lips, then she poured more wine on her belly and made me lick it off. Then she poured us both a glass, and settled back with my arm around her, sighing contentedly. 'Daddy – I want you to teach me everything, to do everything to me. I don't care if you hurt me – I – I want you to hurt me, and fuck me over and over, and do all the things you did with Mummy …' It was the start of thirty-six hours of almost constant sex. We paused only to sleep for a few hours, shower, and grab something to eat, still naked and kissing and fondling each other, never out of each other's sight. We stood naked at the bedroom window admiring the moonlight, and Wendy turned to me and rubbed my cock against her soft belly. I kissed her, and she kept massaging me against her yielding flesh until I spurted over her body, and she smeared my semen over her skin with her hand, smiling at me. Wendy wanted to suck my dick, and she couldn't get enough of my semen. She swallowed it, made me come in her hand, and spurt over her face and body, and soon she could take the entire length of my cock down her throat. She begged me to fuck her bottom: even with a generous application of Vaseline, she was very tight, but she made me continue, and then I fucked her hard, reaching under her to manipulate her clitoris and fondle her hanging breasts, until she orgasmed and I spurted wildly up her back passage. Sometimes I made love to her gently, sometimes I held her down and practically raped her, and all the while she pleaded for more. I spanked her until her bottom glowed a fiery red and then fucked her, and we fucked in the shower, in the kitchen, on the stairs and on the patio. She rubbed oil on her breasts, then kneaded my cock with them until my semen jetted up under her chin and over her face, and I'd wake up in the night to find she had my cock in her mouth. We talked about how much we'd wanted each other in the past, and told each other that we'd both masturbated thinking of each other's bodies, and then we watched each other masturbate. I told her that I'd felt guilty about being aroused by seeing her in her school uniform when she was younger, and she dug out her school blouse and skirt and put them on with nothing underneath, and I fucked her while she was wearing them. Then I told her how much she'd excited me sitting on my lap, so she did it again, this time with no knickers on, hoisting her skirt and grinding her bare bottom against my penis until I pulled her down onto the carpet and fucked her. She told me that she'd had fantasies, too: one was being in the bath when I walked in and sat on the side of the bath, looking at her naked body. Then she'd take my cock out and suck it, until I came and spurted my semen over her face. Another was being naughty, and I'd spank her and send her to bed early. She'd wait in bed, naked, for me to come and kiss her goodnight, and then I'd slip my hand beneath the sheet and feel her. We re-lived these fantasies again and again, and more besides … Wendy was insatiable – over the next few months, she constantly wanted me to fuck her. If we were in the car, she'd ask me to find somewhere to park and then fuck her, if we were out together she'd find a deserted alleyway and drag me up it to fuck her, we fucked behind some bushes in the park, sometimes if we had friends round she pull me out into the garden and make me fuck her, or if we were out somewhere she'd tell me to take her home and fuck her. Even if we were out together in public she'd whisper hat she wanted me to feel her; she'd turn towards me, and I'd surreptitiously slip my hand in her sweater or up under her skirt. Wendy I took her to dinner at a small country restaurant. Wendy wore an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse and a full, flowered skirt. During the drive I slid my hand up her bare leg under the skirt and discovered that she hadn't put on any panties, and the way her breasts moved under the blouse it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, either. In the restaurant, we sat at a small table, facing each other with our knees touching. She pulled her skirt up so that I could reach under the table to stroke her thighs, and she tugged her blouse well down over her shoulders to expose her cleavage. Wendy glanced round frequently, and if no-one was looking she'd reach into her blouse to show me a naked breast, and she'd fondle it, staring at me to watch my reaction. When we left, instead of going straight to the car we went behind a tree, and she hoisted her skirt up round her waist and I fucked her passionately, and again when we got home. We were deliriously happy – my writing reached new heights, and it was a rare occasion if we didn't fuck at least two or three times a day. We went on holiday as man and wife to a Greek island in the Mediterranean – we swam naked together, and fucked on the beach, often with the surf splashing over us, and I was often complimented on my 'beautiful young wife.' Once we got caught – there was a plump, middle -aged German staying at our hotel, and one morning he came across us on the beach, when Wendy was sprawled naked in front of me, my cock down her throat. She saw him immediately, but she just kept sucking me, her head bobbing up and down, watching his reaction. He took his cock out and started masturbating, his eyes bulging as he stared at us. He ejaculated when I exploded in Wendy's mouth, and when she'd finished swallowing my semen she got to her feet, letting him see her naked body, and smiled at him sweetly as he pumped his cock frantically, his semen spurting wildly. Almost unnoticed, a couple of years passed while we made love constantly, never tiring of each other. It seemed that my dick was forever in my daughter's vagina, her mouth, or up her bottom – her only complaint was that I couldn't fuck her in all three places at once – and when I wasn't fucking her my cock was in her hand or between her breasts. Then one day I got a call to go to Hollywood for two weeks to work on a script. Hollywood being Hollywood, the two weeks stretched out to almost six months – I missed Wendy desperately, but the money was fantastic, and I planned to take her on holiday to the Bahamas or somewhere to celebrate. Wendy met me at the airport when I arrived home. She flew into my arms, and I went to kiss her, but she just hugged me and then stepped back, her eyes sparkling. 'Daddy! I've got a surprise for you! Meet your new son! This is my new husband, Nigel!' I became aware of a man standing beside her. He was in his late twenties, rather flashily dressed, with the sort of smile you see on a used-car salesman. He stuck out his hand, and said something about being glad to meet me, and that Wendy had told him all about me. I was in a daze – I must have mumbled something, and then Wendy started chattering, telling me that it had been a whirlwind romance, and that it had been love at first sight, and how happy she was. Nigel was a business consultant and entrepreneur, and they didn't have much time because they had to leave as he was working on a project, but she'd wanted us to meet and they'd drop me off at home. She kept talking for the entire journey, but nothing she said registered, all I could think of was that I was losing – had lost – my daughter, my lover … When we arrived at the house, Wendy came in with me for a minute while Nigel waited in the car. Once inside the door, Wendy threw her arms round me and kissed me properly, the sort of passionate kiss we'd exchanged millions of times before. 'Daddy - I know this must be a bit of a shock at first, but … I love him so much, but – I don't know how to say this. I think it would be better if we didn't see each other for a while. You know, the way we just kissed, it wouldn't be fair on Nigel … I love him, but the way we feel – felt – about each other, Daddy, it might come between me and Nigel … What I'm trying to say is, we're moving away, to where Nigel is working on his project, but we'll keep in touch, and you know I love you, Daddy …' She kissed me again, briefly this time, and then she was gone. I was in a stupor, unable to understand what had happened. I started to drink a bottle of Scotch, sometimes more, a day, I couldn't work, sometimes I didn't bother to shower or shave, and just wandered around the house. Everywhere I looked I saw Wendy, often naked, laughing and talking, smiling and making love … Eventually I came out of it, and managed to live some sort of life. I started working again, writing fairly competent stuff, but without my old sparkle, unconsciously listening for Wendy and expecting her to come in at any moment to take my dick out and start sucking me, as she so often did while I was working. She phoned me a few times, but the conversations were strained, neither of us knowing what to say. It was a year later that she phoned to say that she was going to have a baby, and six months after that to tell me that it was a boy, and that she'd insisted on naming him after me. But then, just a couple of months after that she'd phoned again. I could hardly make out what she was saying, except that she pleaded with me to go and see her, that she needed me. That was yesterday, and now I was on the train, wondering what I would find when I arrived. I wanted to see her desperately, but I was afraid it would open old wounds, although of course I would give her whatever help she needed. I made my way to the address she'd given me – it was a flat, in a rather shabby block, and I had to climb three flights of stairs to find the number I was looking for. I rang the bell, and the door was flung open and Wendy stood before me. I stepped inside and took her in my arms, once again feeling the soft body I loved pressed against me as I kissed her. She responded passionately, and it was almost as if nothing had happened as our tongues fought each other as we clung together. Wendy smiled as she felt my erection jammed against her, and she squeezed me through my trousers. 'It seems you haven't forgotten me altogether, Daddy! Come through and meet your grandson – it's past the time for his feed, but I wanted to wait until you arrived …' She took my hand and led me into a shabbily furnished living room, and picked a baby up from his cot, cuddling him fondly. She had on a housecoat, and as she sat down she unbuttoned it. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she produced a bare breast and offered it to the baby, who sucked it eagerly, but not before I'd seen that her nipple was already leaking. 'Are you going to tell me why you wanted me to come, darling?' I asked, and she smiled at me nervously. 'Yes, Daddy – but later …' I sat opposite them and watched as the baby worked on her nipple, gulping her milk, and Wendy shivered and bit her lip. 'I love feeding him – I always get aroused when he sucks me. Sometimes I take my clothes off and feed him naked. And sometimes he's naked too, and it's even more exciting if he pees on me …' I studied her carefully. She looked tired, but just as attractive, at least to my eyes, and my penis hardened even more as I looked at her naked breast, and feasted my eyes on her bare thighs exposed by her short, partially unbuttoned housecoat. Wendy saw me looking at her, and smiled. 'You still want me, don't you, Daddy? My body, I mean …' Then she hefted the baby, and got up and moved over to me. 'You can spare a little for your granddad, can't you, darling?' she said huskily, and pushed her breast against my lips. I sucked, and her warm, sweet milk flooded into my mouth, while I slid my hand up her bare thigh under her housecoat to find that she wasn't wearing any panties. Wendy gasped. 'God, that feels wonderful, Daddy! You feeling me, and sucking me! I'm tempted to give you all of it, and make your grandson some feed, but maybe next time – I'm in too much of a hurry. I need you to fuck me, Daddy!' She finished feeding the baby, and cleaned up and changed him while I stared out of the window, looking at an equally drab apartment building across the narrow street. She settled him in his cot, and took my hand. 'Now he'll have his nap, and I've got you all to myself!' She drew my hand to her bare breast – her housecoat was still partially unbuttoned, and as I caressed her, fondling her nipple, she undid the remaining few buttons and shrugged the housecoat off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor to stand beside me, completely naked. 'Do you still think I'm beautiful, Daddy?' 'Oh, my darling …' I said brokenly. She slid her arm round my neck and kissed me. 'Come into the bedroom, Daddy!' My daughter stretched out on the bed, staring at me eagerly as I undressed, and then leaned forward to kiss my rigid penis. 'Oh, God, I've missed this! I want it in me so badly!' I pushed her back and parted her legs. Neither of us could wait, and I plunged my cock into her and started fucking her. It was like heaven to be inside her, but at the same time I was angry with her for leaving me and getting married, and I rammed into her violently while I roughly kneaded her breast and ground my mouth on hers. Wendy reacted immediately, twisting and writhing, forcing herself against me and clinging to me. She started moaning, as she had done so often in the past, and then her body started to jerk, and my semen gushed into her, spurting forcefully as I continued to slam into her. We kissed with an intensity of passion that left us both trembling, and then I took her in my arms and stroked her hair. 'Are you going to tell me what the problem is now, darling?' My daughter fondled my soft wet cock with gentle fingers. 'It's Nigel, Daddy – he's left me. I should have known it wouldn't last … He's gone off with a woman with a face like a horse, but lots of money to finance his schemes that never work out. And he says she's never asking him to fuck her all the time like me …' She sighed. 'She's welcome to him. He's not much good in bed anyway, and he was shocked when I told him what I wanted him to do to me.' She turned her head and kissed me wetly, her lips lingering on my mouth. 'Daddy I - needed to see if you still loved me, wanted my body, and you do, don't you, darling? Could you forgive me, and take me home? I'd look after you, and you could help bring up your grandson, and I'd make you happy, and - the sex would be wonderful!' She looked at me anxiously – I didn't need to answer, and relief flooded over her face when she saw the look in my eyes. 'Oh Daddy! I love you so much! I'll make you happy, I promise! Now, fuck me again, darling!' ***** Author's note: Wendy herself told me this story twenty years later, giving me details between wild, passionate, tumultuous bouts of sex fuelled by her recollections when I became her lover after her father died. I've tried to recount it from his perspective, because, you see, he was my grandfather – I was that baby, and Wendy is my mother … Wendy I know she's older than I am, but that's okay. It's a purely sexual relationship, for both of us. It started by accident, since neither of us had even considered the other in a sexual way, but once we did, the sparks flew right away. She's the senior secretary at my best friend's company. She works directly under the president of the company, and since my best friend is the president, I see her all the time. It's not a huge company, and there are really only a few employees, but it's his company, and he can call himself anything he wants. I spend a lot of time in his office, since I'm the "senior vice president", as he calls me. I prefer to think of myself as the co-owner, but I let him have his little fantasy. After all, I get to bang his secretary. A fair trade, if I say so myself. Of course, if he knew I was banging his secretary, I'd most likely be out on my ass, after he beat the shit out of me. I guess it's something to do with the idea of his best friend and his mother having sex. Yes, his secretary is also his mother, and we've been knocking boots for almost a year. It wasn't something either of us planned, but once it happened, and once we realized how good we were together, neither of us saw any reason to stop. She's married to a nice guy with almost no sexual drive whatsoever, and I'm young, single, with a massive sex drive that won't leave me alone for a minute. When we started having sex, I was in the process of putting together a video proposal for a potential client, and was spending a lot of late nights at the office. Wendy had stopped by to see how things were going on her way home from a girl's night out, and caught me in an embarrassing situation. She had managed to come in pretty quietly, and caught me looking at internet porn. I was pretty well engrossed in checking out the pictures of an older woman with big tits when she walked up behind me. "Obviously, you're busy editing the proposal." I jumped about five feet, scrambled to put something different on the screen, and generally panicked like a complete idiot. Once she stopped laughing at the look on my face, Wendy put her hand on my shoulder. "Relax, Mickey. You weren't looking at anything I've never seen before. Although, I've seen better tits than those." "Excuse me?" "I've seen my share of porn, Mick. My first husband was quite the perverted soul, and had a huge collection of magazines and movies. He liked women with big tits and bigger asses, which is why we got along so well, I suppose. He always said my ass was my best feature, then my tits." "Umm, I have no clue what to say right now." She grinned, and leaned closer to me, giving me a peek into her blouse. She did have great tits, and I was actually surprised I'd never noticed before. I looked up to make eye contact, not wanting her to realize I could see so much, and saw the grin on her face. Belatedly, I figured out she wanted me to see what I was seeing. I could smell alcohol on her breath, and realized she was a bit drunk. "I've always thought that my tits were my best feature. For a woman pushing 50, they're still pretty damn firm and shapely. Of course, I work hard to keep my figure, not that anyone has really noticed recently." "I've…noticed, Wendy. You are in great shape." "You're only saying that because I dropped a big hint. Can I ask you a question, Mick?" "Sure, Wendy. Ask away." She sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs, letting her skirt slip up to the top of her stockings. I could see the clips that held them up, and a vision of her in a garter belt flashed in my head. My cock stirred in my sweat pants, and I shifted slightly, suddenly uncomfortable with where this was going, but not about to change the subject. "As a young guy, I'm sure you have women throwing themselves at you. Can you ever envision a day when you stop being interested?" "In women? Uh…no, I don't think I can. Or want to." "Well, imagine being with someone with zero interest in sex. Someone who is an incredible man, a wonderful partner and friend, but has no sex drive whatsoever. Someone oblivious to the most obvious pass in the world." "Have you tried just asking for it straight out? Maybe he's just really, really bad with subtlety." "I've jumped in the shower with him, grabbed his cock and begged. He said he had to get to work, and didn't have time. His cock didn't even twitch." I sat back, imagining Wendy naked with a cock in her hand. I know my cock did more than twitch, it sat up and demanded attention. Wendy must have noticed the growing bulge in my pants, because she leaned closer, giving me another glimpse of the pale skin hidden underneath that blouse. "I have to admit, Mickey, you don't seem like the type to let a lady suffer if there was anything you could do to help her. Are you that type?" All I could do was shake my head, and she grinned. "I didn't think so. Why don't we get out of here, and go back to your place, and let nature take its course. If that's okay with you, of course." "Are you sure you want to do this, Wendy? I mean, aside from the fact that we work together, you're also my best friend's mother. This could turn into something pretty dangerous…" "As long as you can keep your mouth shut, and avoid falling in love, I don't see a problem. To be brutally honest, I'm looking for a young stud that can fuck my brains out, not someone to grow old with. I think you are one of the sexiest young men I've seen in a long time, you're single, and most important, you can keep a secret. I know you slept with Joey's ex-girlfriend, but you've never even hinted." "How do you know?" "She told me, hoping I'd run to Joey and tell him, thereby destroying your friendship, and our business. I told her that if she ever breathed a word to Joey, I'd cut her tits off and mail them to her in pieces. She believed me." I looked at Wendy with a new respect, and with more than a little lust. "I think we should head out of here, then, don't you?" She stood, and slipped her arm in mine. "I thought you'd never ask. Lead on, my young stud." I jumped in my car, and she followed me to my house. I told her to park her car in the garage next to mine, and closed the door behind us. I led Wendy into the house, hoping I'd changed the sheets lately. As it turns out, that wasn't an issue. We never made it past the couch. As we entered the living room, Wendy pulled on my hand, stopping me. When I turned, she was already half naked. She had shed her skirt during the walk through the kitchen, and her blouse was wide open. I pulled her to me, and planted a deep kiss on her. She met it hungrily, pushing her tongue against mine. Her hands ran my body, lifting my t-shirt over my head. We broke the kiss briefly, and she took the opportunity to unhook her bra and let it fall. Her breasts were still firm, and showed little sag for a woman approaching fifty. Her nipples were huge, and begging for attention. I bent to suck first one, then the other as her hands untied my sweats and shoved them down. My cock was bulging in my shorts, and she wasted no time in setting it free. I felt her hand wrap around my cock, and give me a good firm stroke. "My god, you're so fucking hard. I love the way your cock feels in my hand. I wonder how it tastes? Shall I find out? Do you want me to suck on your cock, Mickey? Should I suck that tool for you, hmm?" I responded by pushing her down on the couch, so that her face was in my crotch. She wasted no time in engulfing my cock in her hot mouth. For a woman who claimed to not get much in the way of sex, she was a damn good cocksucker. It took all of my willpower not to blow my load right away, and she knew it. Wendy ran her fingers along the crack of my ass, and fondled my balls. I moaned, and ran my fingers through her hair. She licked and sucked me to the very edge, and before I knew it, I was filling her mouth with my seed. She never hesitated, but swallowed every drop of come like it was water, and milked my cock dry. I collapsed next to her on the couch, spent. She kissed me once, letting me taste myself on her tongue, then fed her large tits to me to suck on again. I reached down to fondle her crotch, and felt the heat and wetness through her panties. I slipped my hand inside, and she moaned instantly. I was quickly able to slip my fingers inside of her, and she clenched her pussy muscles in the first of what I planned to be many orgasms. I peeled her panties down, and she climbed up to straddle my face, so that I could get to that wet pussy the right way. I spread her lips and wiggled my tongue inside of her, causing her to shudder and shiver in delight. I felt her juices running down my chin, and I buried my face in even deeper. Wendy moaned and groaned her way through several more orgasms, until she couldn't take it anymore. She lowered herself off of my face, and we kissed again. She ground herself on my now-erect cock, and broke our kiss with a smile. "I think someone is ready to fuck me the way I need it. Can you do that for me? Can you fuck me the way I've needed to be fucked for so long?" In response, I stood behind her, and bent her over the arm of the couch. Without a word, I slipped my cock deep inside of her, and quickly built up a strong, steady rhythm. She rocked back to every stroke, and I felt her juices now running down my balls. She leaned up to give me access to fondle those big tits, and I kissed the back of her neck, earning more moans for my efforts. Wendy worked the muscles of her pussy to maximum effect, and helped me build my own explosion. With a huge groan, I shot my load deep inside of her, and she came in response. We collapsed together on the couch, both of us spent. Eventually, she got up and got dressed. Neither of us said much, until she was ready to leave. "Mickey, I know you're a little conflicted right now, and that's okay. So am I. I'm also sure that if we keep our mouths shut, and pretend by day that this never happened, this can happen pretty much every night, if you want. Richard never wonders if I'm going to be home late, and never questions my whereabouts. Joey is so focused on the company, he'll never realize anything is different. I know I just had the best sex I've had in a long time, and I want a lot more of it." "You are the best lover I've ever had, Wendy. I think we can keep the secret as long as we need to. I really want to explore your body in every way possible, and if we need to pretend, that's fine by me." "Good. I'll see you in the morning." I walked her to the car, and she kissed me once at the door before she left. "Get some rest, lover. You'll need it. I have a lot of pent-up sexual energy I need to burn, and you're going to be the one helping me do it. I want you in good shape to keep up with me." I smiled, and went to bed. Over the next several weeks and months, Wendy proved to be good to her word. We explored every possible sexual situation, including a threesome while on a business trip back east. I've never known a woman to be so totally sexually driven, and I have a feeling I'll never know another one… Wendy He unzipped the fly of his pants, took his fat, dark cock out and presented it to her face. She was on her knees, her hands behind her, trapped together with a pair of silver handcuffs. She had long, dark blonde hair, pinned into a conservative, business-like ponytail. She wore glasses, white shirt, short grey skirt (only now it was lying on the floor behind her), black high-heels and white thong. She was slim, well preserved (yes, that word applies to someone in their mid-forties) and had a pretty face, the kind of pretty face you normally see on the cover of Good Housewife magazine - middle class devoted wife and mother of catholic upbringing. His cock wasn't dark in a metaphorical sense, it had dark skin tone, which wasn't really shocking considering his visible latino origin. He was short and kind of fleshy. Not fat or obese, but visibly enlarged in the belly area. He was fully clothed: cheap suit, no tie, a pair of black salesman shoes. Bristle. Black, greasy hair. Forty-something. She was breathing heavily. Watching his protruding rod. Her face expressed a mixture of fear and excitement. Or concern and excitement. Almost as if she fought herself not to be aroused. But she could not look away, her eyes glued to that sinful piece of what was essentially meat and tissue. "Go on, suck it. Stop looking at it and suck it. Want me to stuff it in your mouth for you?" His voice growing impatient. She looked up at his face. "Suck it, honey." As she opened her mouth, her lips smacked. She didn't hesitate, went all the way. She felt the shape, the wrinkles. Closing her eyes she started doing what he asked her to do. Silently, you could almost say: passionately. Her head moving faster and faster. "Fuck, you're so good at it, Wendy. Oh, fuck... Yeah." He grabbed her head with both hands, stopped her. She looked at him again, surprised. "How would you like me to fuck your face, huh? Would you like that? I bet you would. I bet you're dreaming to have your face fucked right now, you bitch." He started pushing his penis into her mouth. Her head was now static, immobilized by his hands. He was fucking her mouth with increasing speed, oblivious to everything. They were in a large bedroom, furnished in a modern-art style, with dark grey curtains covering the window through which the orange light of the setting sun could still find its way. You could see it was a bedroom of someone wealthy. Or well off, at least. On the small bedside table there was a gun, a LAPD badge and a golden ring. He stopped. Almost in split second, he lifted Wendy from her knees, turned her around so that her round ass was now pressed to his cock, wet and shiny from her saliva, and unbuttoned her shirt halfway down. He then forced his hand inside and started probing her large breasts. Wendy was silent all the time. She only moaned once in a while, her breath constituting most of her verbal expressions. She was completely submissive, handcuffs keeping her tamed. "You are a very sexy mommy, you know that?" He said, exploring every inch of her round bosom. "A very sexy mommy." He echoed his words. "It would be a crime not to fuck a sexy mommy like you." He now grabbed her firmly and forced his fingers into her mouth, his other hand still surveying Wendy's breasts under the shirt. Again, she did not fight or try to protest. She closed her eyes and sucked on the fingers, like she did on that latino cock a few moments earlier. He then took the fingers out and moved his hand down, to the area of her white thong. "And you know, I'm usually fighting crime after it happens," he said as he slipped his fingers behind the thong and felt the already wet lips of her shaven pussy, "so anytime I get a chance to prevent it, I always do." He finished and pushed both fingers inside her. He fingered her for just a while, enjoying a series of moans she produced in the process. He shoved her on the bed. Pulled her cheeks up and moved her a bit closer to the edge. His penis was all hard. All ready for action. He placed himself directly behind Wendy, kneeled on one leg, leaned forward. Then he pushed his dick inside her and started fucking her without restraint. Wendy was loud. She felt his thick member squeezing past her tight cunt. That's how she thought about that organ now: not "vagina", not "pussy" - cunt. It was vulgar, like this whole situation. Like this Mexican or Cuban, or wherever the fuck he was from, L.A. cop, fucking her. She heard the clapping sound his body produced when colliding with her ass - another vulgar word she could think of. He didn't stop squeezing her breasts, in fact he stopped controlling his force and Wendy could feel pain at times. But she knew it couldn't be any other way. It had to be rough, it was how he was: rough and vulgar. And right now, like Wendy - loud. Fucking and fucking, and fucking... They both moaned, consuming every bit of their act. Finally he felt he could not last any longer. He felt her breasts, he heard her loud howls, he felt her wet cunt (he could feel a strange appropriateness of the word) caressing his cock. It was as if he was about to have the perfect climax. As his movements were now extremely dynamic, he groaned loudly and started exploding sperm inside Wendy. She felt his hot juice and that triggered her too; "Oh, yes!" she finally dressed her voice in words as she felt the sensation that provoked nearly every nerve of her body. He fell flat on her and they both lied on the bed for a couple of moments, their breaths synchronized in one quick inhale - exhale contest. After he took the handcuffs off her, she reached for a pack of Marlboros. She lit one, sitting on the bed still undressed and she threw him the pack. "I'm quitting smoking." He said. He got out of bed and stood next to the table. He started collecting his things: the gun, which went behind his belt in the back, the badge - inside his jacket and the ring, on his finger. Wendy was observing him and shook her head at the sight of the ring being placed gently back where it was prior to their encounter. "What?" He asked, noticing her reaction. "I'm preventing crimes? Really, Mendoza? What the fuck was that?" Wendy said as she took a puff and exhaled. "Well, you asked me for spicing it up, did you not?" "Yeah, but the handcuffs were just fine, you could've kept the bad porn lines for yourself." "Right. How's the husband?" "Good." Wendy replied. "Back in a month. He's in Asia or something." "You think he's fucking some chinks over there?" Mendoza asked. "Possibly." "I'd fuck a chink." "What's stopping you?" Wendy asked and took another puff. "I'm married." Mendoza replied showing her the ring. Wendy giggled. "So how is the wife?" "She's ok." "You love her, Mendoza?" Wendy was looking straight in his eyes. "You love your husband?" Mendoza replied. "My ass loves him. I let him fuck me in the ass sometimes." Wendy took another puff. "Have you ever fucked your wife in her tight little asshole, Mendoza?" Mendoza did not reply. He was looking at Wendy. "Well, you should try." "I might try with you." "If you're a good boy..." Wendy smiled and put the cigarette out. "Ok, you should leave now. Make sure you use the back door." Mendoza didn't move for a moment. "Why you looked at me like that when I put the ring on my finger?" Wendy looked at him. "I was just wondering how soon you'll stop caring and just leave the ring on your finger while you're fucking me." "I'm catholic. I took vows." Mendoza said. "I'm catholic too." Wendy closed the conversation and started toward the door. Mendoza followed her into the hall, then slipped through the back door, making sure there was nobody around. *** "Open your books on page 150." Wendy gave the order. She was wearing a very conservative black suit, her hair pinned, perfect make-up. Children were obedient. Wendy and Andrew This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. ***** Chapter 1 - Introduction My name is Wendy Banks and I am 34 years of age and have been married for over 11 years to my husband Andrew Banks. We have always been reasonably happy, but over the last 3 years our marriage has altered dramatically. I think it started with some playful girly dressing up and then slowly graduated to some equally playful disciplinary corporal punishment involving our elderly neighbours. I am however moving ahead of myself and should really start at the beginning. When I was in my very late teens it was clear that Andrew and I were made for each other. Our parents were delighted. Andrew had always been such a polite boy and was exceptionally good looking with very fine delicate facial features and his skin was perfect, almost porcelain. My friends were insanely jealous although they were so happy for me. His manner were so gentle and he was so shy my mother loved him to bits and was always telling me how attractive he was. My Auntie Rita used to go overboard with the praise and tell my mother "He is not just attractive Ellen, he is positively pretty. I feel I want to wrap him up in lovely gift paper and take him home with me". We all used to laugh at her expressions but my mother used to tell me afterwards "Your Aunty Rita is quite right Wendy. Andrew is so lovely and nice you really will have to take special care of him." I nodded, although I wasn't sure what she meant by 'special care'. The first time I visited Andrew's home I was about 18 and found his family so loving and welcoming. His mother was pleasantly plump and immediately kissed me on both cheeks and made me feel at home. His sister Michelle was about a year older than Andrew and I was surprised, as I remembered her from school. Due to our age difference we were not close friends but she was always very nice to me and was very popular. She was full of fun. His father Herbert was a very quiet introvert man. He didn't have a very strong personality. Quite nice but with very little to say. I smiled as the women seemed to be giving all the instructions. During Andrew and my courtship, Michelle and I developed a strong friendship and we did start to go out together to concerts on a few occasions. We talked a lot and found out we had both been in the Girl Guides. I had always enjoyed the very close companionship of the Girl Guides and wished I had never left. She was fascinated that I told her this and explained that she had felt exactly the same and in fact she was now a Senior Guide in the local organisation. She told me a little about her duties and the close companionship with the girls. One evening Michelle told me that she and her mother were more than pleased that Andrew and I intended to get married and said that Andrew was a very special person and needed a woman like me who would 'take special care' of him. It really was strange that she should use the very same expression that my mother and Aunty Rita had used. It was very clear that both Michelle and her mother wanted the very best for Andrew and it was nice to feel that they thought I was ideal. One evening I was over their house and Michelle wanted to show me a dress she had bought that day. As I followed her into her bedroom I was impressed how nice and neat everything was with lovely windows and curtains and pretty wallpaper. Then I gasped as I saw a drawing pinned up on the wall near her bedside. It showed a young man with his trousers down and it was clear he was wearing girl's panties. They were pretty mauve panties but what was much more shocking was that there was a young woman sitting at his side and she had his penis poking out of his panties and she was masturbating him. I muttered "God, Michelle, that looks a bit much." She laughed "Its only a bit of fun and it is a good drawing isn't it Wendy?" I knew that both she and Andrew were good at drawing and he intended to be an architect. I nodded. It was good but I did ask "But what if your mother sees it?" Michelle tinkled with a laugh "Of course she sees it every day. She thinks it is a great drawing and its only a bit of fun and the boy looks as if he is enjoying it doesn't he?. He looks as if he is about to cum." She was so matter of fact that I looked at the drawing again and could see what she meant. She was right. I giggled "He doesn't look as if he can last much longer." She laughed again "You are right Wendy. These boys are all the same. No stamina." We were both enjoying each others company but I had to ask "But what about your father Michelle. Surely he would object to drawings like that?" She smiled and I felt she was treating me like a younger sister as she explained "Daddy isn't allowed in any of our bedrooms but even if he saw the drawing it doesn't really matter. He is easily sorted out." I had already had the impression that Mr Banks was a very nice man but wasn't all that important in the household. Michelle looked thoughtful and then took me by the hand and led me out of the room and into Andrews bedroom. Again I was shocked. The bedroom could only be described as exceptionally pretty. It was all decorated in pinks and yellows and had a lovely big pink teddy bear on the chair at the side of Andrews bed. I must confess that once I got over the prettiness of it all I loved it. It was the sort of bedroom I would love to have especially when I was younger. I told Michelle this and it clearly delighted her and she gave me a nice kiss. It wasn't a passionate kiss or anything like that but it was full on my lips and I liked it. There were no more incidents like that and I tended to put them out of my mind as Andrew and I planned out marriage. The wedding was really lovely and we also managed a modest honeymoon. Neither of us were very experienced and I suppose it was reasonably successful although didn't know what to expect. We then put down a deposit on a small terraced house and for a few years saved very as much as we could to improve things. Although Andrew was quite shy, he was also quite a clever architect and was slowly making a reputation for himself. I worked in an accounts office. After about 5 years, as our finances improved we were to mortgage a charming cottage at the end of the village. It was very private although there was another beautiful cottage nearby with our gardens adjoining. There was even a small stream passing at the bottom of our gardens making it all the more idyllic. The mortgage was however quite a strain. Our neighbours Mr and Mrs Rose were a lovely couple in their very late fifties. Ann was retired and worked a lot in the garden and would also type a few letters for her husband. Mr Henry Rose was semi retired but still held an important position in the property industry. Mr Rose was also very highly regarded in the nearby village community and they had asked him to be chairman of local Community Committee. He would organise charity events and send people to collect monies outside the big stores in the main town. At Xmas times his committee would send a Float around with someone dressed up as Santa to give presents to the Village children. He was such a respected man. Although they were a very private home loving couple they took an immediate liking to Andrew and myself and we all got on so well. Andrew being an architect found Mr Rose's advice on various buildings invaluable and Mrs Rose was so helpful with her guidance in the garden. We had indeed been so fortunate. Andrew was not a very dominant macho man and tended to do whatever I told him. He was such an easy comfortable man to live with and over the years I began to understand what my mother had meant when she told me that I would have to take special care of him. He wasn't a big man and with his lovely delicate face he was very easy to please. He wasn't a demanding man sexually and I found that I always made the opening moves but to be fair he always responded well enough and did whatever I told him. His physical equipment was not very big and powerful but it was sufficient for my needs although I did wonder what it would be like to do it with a really powerful man. We used to stay in most nights and after we had tea we would tend to settle down to watch the television in our living room. On one occasion I had left my silk blouse at the side of the settee and I noticed that as we were watching the television that Andrew constantly played with my blouse running his fingers through the material and almost unconsciously rubbing the material against his face. With his gentle smile, he seemed almost dreamlike. It did fascinate me and although I could have easily asked him, I decided not to embarrass him. Instead I decided to experiment and a few days later I 'accidentally on purpose' left one of my short petticoats out on a chair which was close to where he would be sitting. As he settled down to watch the TV, I saw his startled look as he spotted the nylon petticoat. I deliberately ignored him and pretended to be concentrating on the TV. I could see him tentatively reach out for the petti and over the next couple of hours stroked the material in his hands in much the same ways as my silk blouse. I didn't feel annoyed or upset. In fact there was a degree of curious excitement. He clearly liked pretty things and I remembered how pretty his bedroom was in younger days. It made me think more about his delicate porcelain face and my Aunty Rita's words that he was 'positively pretty' and should be 'wrapped up'. I even wondered about buying him a teddy bear. Over the next few weeks we became much more overt. We didn't talk directly about it but I would now always leave something out for him to play with. I would even leave out some underwear I had been wearing and he always reacted gratefully. On a few occasions I forgot to leave anything out and when I noticed his disappointment I would slip into the bedroom and bring him something. I noticed he was especially grateful when I gave him my tights or a suspender belt. We hardly talked about it but it was clearly a fetish with him and although he wasn't a big man his excitement did show in the swelling in his trousers. It had got to the stage where he looked as if he may embarrass himself. I quietly suggested "Perhaps it would be better if you went into the bathroom now Andrew to be on your own" He nodded gratefully "Thank you Wendy". As he left I noticed he always took my tights or silk blouse with him. I could see his little swelling. I was now enjoying myself as much as I was making him enjoy himself. Helping Andrew with his fetishes made me think more freely about my own secret enjoyments. Like most girls when I was younger I had fantasised a lot about older men in authority and especially along the lines of being disciplined in a friendly way. When in school the girls all liked the Head Master spanking fantasy and talked about different variations amongst ourselves. There are so many ways of describing these fantasies but it all came back to the deep seated desire that I wanted to be spanked and preferably by an older man in charge of me. It made me feel vulnerable and it excited me, especially when I thought about being alone with him in the library. In that fantasy he would be lecturing me as I had my skirt up and my panties down. I had always been quite a big girl but he would talk to me calling me his little girl. Secretly I wanted to be his little girl. Actually when I was alone in the bedroom or the bathroom having these secret exciting thoughts, one of my weirder secret fantasies was being spanked by a woman. My main excitement was the thought of being disciplined. It was essential that the person was older than me but it could be either a man or woman as long as I was vulnerable. Some evenings after I had given Andrew some of my silky things to play with and he was especially grateful, I started to tell him about my own secret spanking fantasies. As he would be rubbing my underwear into his face, he wasn't really in a position to object and gradually I could see my fantasies were exciting him as much as they did me. It was exciting to fantasize on my own in the bathroom but it was a million times nicer to tell my husband my fantasies in great detail. Although he was embarrassed, I found out that I liked saying rude things and he would listen avidly. I loved telling him secret family fantasies with me being spanked by his father or brother or even his mother. Whoever it was supposed to be with it would end with my panties down and my legs open. It was total fantasy but so exciting. When it came to fruition and bubbling time I would send him to the bathroom and I would retire to our bedroom. We usually took about 30 minutes each before we reappeared in the lounge and by then we were both recovered and settle down with the TV and he would make us a nice cup of tea. Although my fantasies excited me, I found it an even bigger excitement to tell my husband dirty things and see his excitement become almost uncontrollable. His biggest excitement was when I told him I wanted the Head Master to fuck me. He looked so humiliated when I told him the Head had a much bigger cock than he had. I had to be careful sometimes as Andrew would actually cum in front of me. He was so embarrassed and humiliated but it became clear to me that the more I told him what I would like the Head to do to me, the more excited he would get. It was even better when I gave him my panties to play with. I could see he wanted to bring them to his face and I told him a few more naughty things and watched him slowly sniff the silky material before sobbing and them making a mad dash for the bathroom. This was of course very separate from our day to day lives. It would never be mentioned and as I said earlier he was an ideal husband and we had great respect for one another. I remembered my mothers advice and I took great care of him. He was precious. Andrew was doing better in his business now and I used to work from home and do all his invoicing. This gave me plenty of time to myself and I really started to enjoy gardening. As Mrs Rose was in her garden quite a lot it was only natural that we chatted over the fence. Her gardening advice was invaluable and she sort of took me under her wing. On some afternoons she would invite me into her lounge for a cup of tea and we would chat for ages about work and hobbies and just about everything. I told her that it was Andrew's ambition to combine his architect skills with business and hopefully move into the property market. Ann was so kind and told me "I am sure that Henry will be able to help Andrew with that move whenever he is ready." I thanked her very much. Actually Andrew had voiced the same hope to me a few nights earlier. He thought that Mr Rose was such a knowledgeable man and any advice would be appreciated. We would sit in her lovely room as she told me that before she had retired she had been been Personnel Manageress at large company and that it had been so interesting and rewarding to help younger people with their problems. She had almost been a mother figure to some of the younger employees. In work she had been called Ann or Nan and she had smiled when she told me that some of the younger women used to call her Nanny. I found myself confessing little things to her and was so grateful that she didn't laugh at my little foibles and it made me feel better in myself. I even told her about my Head Master fantasy. She seemed like a loveable Nanny. After a few weeks of these occasional visits I found myself looking forward to our afternoon chats so much. I gradually I told her all about Andrew and his apparent liking for my prettier clothes and about his pretty bedroom when he was younger and about the drawing in his sisters bedroom. I had half expected her to laugh at me or be disgusted but instead she smiled gently saying "That is nothing to worry about Wendy. Anyone can see that your husband is a very attractive man and that it is quite natural for him to like your beautiful clothes". I was so relieved at her reaction but did say "I suppose you are right Mrs Rose, although it did worry me when my Aunty Rita said that Andrew was so pretty he ought to have been a girl." Again Ann took away any of my doubts by saying "And what's wrong with that Wendy. There is nothing wrong in being pretty. I can tell you that if Andy was a girl he would be a very pretty girl and I am sure he would wear pretty girly clothes. He would be a gorgeous girl." I felt so confident now about things that I went on to explain how he would cum as I was talking to him especially when I talked about my Head Master and his big penis. Again she seemed so knowledgeable and explained to me "As we said Wendy, your husband is small and quite attractive and he probably feels so inadequate when you tell him that you think of men with big penises and his own humiliation excites him." This concerned me a little and I asked her "Would it be better if I stopped showing him my underclothes and didn't embarrass him by talking dirty?" She chuckled "I can see you love him so much Wendy but that would be the worse thing you could do to him. He cannot perform normally and you treating him the way you do at the moment is a wonderful relief for him although he gets embarrassed. You could take it a lot further if you want to." I did want to and I was feeling nicer and nicer as she was so reassuring and asked nervously "I have been thinking about it recently Nan and I did wonder if I should let him wear my clothes" She nodded "I am surprised you haven't let him wear your clothes before now. He is not big man and your clothes would fit him ideally." I knew this was true and said "Actually, Nan, I have let him try my blouse on and taken a photograph" I thought that I may be boring her with this trivial detain but she seemed genuinely interested and said "That's lovely, Wendy. He really is attractive. I would like to see his picture like that." I felt wonderful. I had the picture in my bag and I could see the pleasure in her face as she looked at Andrew. She smiled at me saying "He really is so beautiful, Wendy. You are so lucky to be married to such a pretty little boy." The way she spoke about my husband was a little unusual but it was so intimate that it made me feel really flushed. It was exciting. I almost wanted to hug her but I knew that it wouldn't be appreciated. As she looked at Andrew's picture she asked "What about your skirt Wendy." I blushed "I hadn't thought of going that far" She smiled sympathetically "Why ever not Wendy. And your underclothes as well. I am sure Andy would love them." We were moving on now and my mind was racing and it was quite pleasurable as I told her "I let him play with my tights when we watch the television." She laughed "I am sure Andy Pandy would love to wear them." She added "And your panties." I loved how she was referring to Andrew in that familiar way but gasped "My panties?" She smiled at my surprise "Of course Wendy. Not only your panties but your brassiere as well." The exciting thoughts were racing through my mind and I murmured "But my bra wouldn't fit him very well." She smiled "That is only cosmetic Wendy. With a little padding we could make him appear to have really nice big breasts. Later on we could make it even more real. He could be a really pretty girly boy. Nice and juicy." She added with a tinkling laugh "A lovely Andy Pansy. A Pretty Pansy." The conversation with all the girly words was now really exciting me and I was wriggling a little as we chatted. I noticed that she referred to 'we' a lot and I loved this. I felt I wanted her to help me as much as possible. I loved being in her company. Wendy and Andrew I started to talk to her in the same way and asked "How can we make it more real, Nan?" She told me "There are lots of ways of dealing with girly boys. The most obvious way for Andy Pansy is to put him on a special diet to grow his breasts so that they will look even nicer in your pretty bra." I loved it even more and asked "Do you think he will like to have proper breasts?" She laughed "I have dealt with many young men like your husband. I have also observed him over the last few months and I am sure that Andrew would love to have nice big girly Tits with one important proviso." I laughed out loud. I also felt excited between my legs and I almost surged. I didn't want to miss anything out and murmured "What is the important proviso, Nan?" I could see she was pleased that I was paying attention and she nodded and told me "It is very important that you want these things to happen for us, Wendy." I panted. I noticed she had referred to 'us'. I didn't want her to have any doubts about me and said "I want to make him a girly boy for us Nan and I would be so grateful for your help in making him have big Tits and wearing my pretty knickers." She nodded and said "That is important. What you are saying Wendy, is that you want him to be a Pretty Pansy for us." I felt so squishy now and wanted to reassure her "Yes Nan, I want him to be a Pansy." She smiled. I was so relieved she looked pleased with me and she said "When we have him the way we want him we will be able to play with his big Tits and pull his skirt up to see all his pretty underwear." I was rocking back and fore. I was surging and she smiled when I repeated dreamily "Pull his skirt up!" She leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead and whispered "We can make him take his skirt off and pull his pretty panties down and make him play with himself as we watch." I wanted to explain "He is only small down there Nanny." She could see my concern and told me "All girly boys have little cocks, Wendy. That is part of their attraction. We can still make Pansy cum." She had lovely answers for all by worries but I did say "He can't cum very much. Just a little bit." Again she soothed me "That's typical Wendy. Pansies all just have small dribbles. The beauty of it is that we can make him cum whenever we want to. We can make our girly boy dribble at any time we choose." I understood what she was saying but she then said it more everyday words "We can make Andrew wank for us whenever we wish." It was wonderful. I threw my arms around her and hugged her. She kissed me full on the lips and I felt her warm juicy tongue explore my mouth in a wondrously exciting manner. She was a bigger and stronger woman than me and I felt her powerful arms encircle me and then her hands held my bum cheeks and partly pulled and lifted me into her warm full body. Almost automatically I opened my legs permitting her knee to push into my crotch. I felt delicious and tried to open my thighs further. As she rocked me in that exciting position I felt myself surging and cumming and gushing again and again. I hoped she was getting as much excitement as I was. She was humping me. I felt that I had never been as excited as this in all my life. It was impossible to get any better. I wanted it to last forever. Then it did get even nicer. As she kissed me full on I felt her hand releasing its grip on my buttocks and then a sharp slap as left hand descended onto me bottom. It was a little stingy but it was exactly as I had dreamt about in my spanking fantasies. She smacked my bottom again and heard my sigh of satisfaction and knew my secret thoughts. She half chuckled "Whose been a naughty little girl, then?" This was my Head Mistress fantasy. I am 34 years of age but my heart was in my mouth as I whispered my confession "I am a naughty little girl Nanny." She chuckled as she squeezed my bottom. I had already told her my secret fantasies and she took me along with her "You are such a naughty little girl, Wendy, but I think you will like to be and obedient little girl for Nanny." I was panting now as she held my hand and turned me around and gently bent me over her lap. This was my life long fantasy happening for real. My heart was pounding as I felt her reaching down to lift the back of my dress up. I muttered "I want you to make me obedient, Nanny." She chuckled as she raised my skirt up at the back and told me "I like your little black knickers, Wendy." I mumbled something as she squeezed my cheeks through my panties and told me "Mr Rose will like your panties Wendy." I gasped. My fantasy was really moving forward. I gasped as it dawned on me. This wasn't fantasy it was for real. As if to confirm things she whispered "Mr Rose is like your Head Master, Wendy." I gasped "Like my Head Master." She fondled my bottom again and whispered "He has a nice big prick for you." I gasped. My fantasy was coming true. I knew I was going to be spanked by Mrs Rose and as she actually did it she told me what would happen to me when her husband spanked me. It was all about his big prick. It was very rude but it seemed so matter of fact and I accepted it in a dream. I wanted him to do it when he was ready but for now she would take on the task. She then gave me a lovely spanking which although being stingy wasn't hurtful. She told me she enjoyed smacking my bottom and she knew that she could make me cum whenever she wished. I gushed at least 4 times before she pulled my dress down. I had been in her house for about 3 hours and to be honest I wanted to stay longer. It wasn't to be. She was so tactful as she led me to the door commenting that I should go back and sort my husbands tea out and that she was going out with Henry later to some business function in the Village which involved the Women's Institute. She had already told me she was the Chairperson. I had earlier asked her what were the chances of me joining and she had explained that there was a waiting list but she would see if she could help. She left me with one very clear instruction. "The happiness of a good marriage Wendy is totally dependant on there being no secrets". I knew she was instructing me to tell Andrew everything that had happened this afternoon. I knew that by midnight tonight that Mr Rose would know all about my secret fantasies. I certainly intended to tell my husband everything. That evening after tea I told him some of the events and could see that Andrew was looking very pensive. I knew he was needful. I intended to give him help. As we chatted I opened my legs a little which took him even further into the special wanting mood. He was so needful. Without commenting I handed him one of my elasticated suspender belts. He gasped his thanks. As he fondled them I stood up in front of him and slipped my panties down from under my dress. I could see his excitement as I handed him my knickers. He couldn't stop himself bringing them up to his face and I whispered "That's right Andy Pandy, smell my panties." He understood the Andy Pandy expression and sobbed with desire with my underwear in his face. I had been wearing my panties most of the day and as he sniffed I realised that everything that Mrs Rose had told me was true. We could do anything we wished with him. It was so exhilarating and exciting. I then went on to tell him everything that I had discussed with Mrs Rose, even the fact that Mr Rose had a big prick and may be doing it to me. I could see his humiliation and excitement. He was embarrassed but wanted to know all. He knew that I was helping him and didn't try to cover his actions. I think he was relieved that I knew everything. I handed him one of my silk blouses gesturing him to put it on. It had lots of tiny sparkly buttons and obviously it would be too fiddly for him so I was ready to help. He surprised me. Although he was still holding my panties in one hand he very easily sorted out the small buttons with his free hand and slipped my blouse on by himself. I smiled. He must have done this on his own many times. I realised he had probably put my other clothes as well and possibly my underwear. In his pretty blouse and fondling my knickers I could see his small erection quivering in the little swelling in his trousers. Again I thought that Mrs Rose had been so right. We could make Pretty Pansy cum whenever we wanted to. Andrew was sitting opposite me in his dreamlike state. I was fully dressed but we both knew that I didn't have my underwear on. My skirt had worked itself well up to the top of my thighs quite naturally. So he could see quite a lot of me already. I wasn't too blatant but I did let my thighs part a bit more which added to his general excitement. Quite simply, I was showing him my cunt. He was gasping, and asked me to tell him again about our neighbours. I quietly repeated everything and even exaggerated some of the dirty bits and all the happenings earlier on in the afternoon. With my legs still open, I didn't leave anything out about my spanking or the conversation I had had about Andy Pandy and Pansy. I even told him what she had told me about what Mr Rose would do to me when he was ready. I would be fucked. He blushed a lot but there was no objection and suddenly he stood up looking startled saying "Oh God, Wendy I have to go to the bathroom on my own" I smiled "All right this time Andrew, but when I take Pansy to see Nanny she may not be allowed to leave the room" The words made it worse for him and as I saw him limping hurriedly to the doorway I could see a darkening patch in the crotch of his trousers. I smiled thinking that Mrs Rose would help me teach Pansy more self control. When Andrew returned he looked very shamefaced but was still clutching my underwear possessively. I picked my phone up and dialled Mrs Rose. She was so nice and listened quietly as I told her that Andrew had been to the bathroom with my underwear. I told her everything about our conversation and how excited Pansy had been. Andrew was embarrassed as he listened but was in no position to object. She sounded pleased and told me "You have done very well Wendy. Mr Rose is smiling. He is very pleased with you". It was only then I realised that Mr Rose had heard everything. I was as embarrassed as my husband but it made me even more flushed. I was really flushing. I had hoped she would say special things to me but she simply told me "Henry and I have had a lovely day in the Garden Centre and we have bought some really nice border plants. We are quite tired now and are having a glass of wine before going to bed" My hopes of seeing her were dashed. I couldn't do anything about it but I felt disappointed and dejected. She must have realised and relented as she told me "I think you are a lovely pretty girl and Henry said that you would look especially nice if you wore a really short skirt". I remembered what she had told me about Mr Rose and realised I was going to get more instructions. I was conscious that I was 34 and it was a long time since I had worn short clothes. Andrew could hear everything but I couldn't help that. It was more important that I didn't displease them. So I asked very politely "How short should it be Mrs Rose?" I heard a slight mumbling the other end as obviously they were talking about me. Then her voice tinkled with laughter and she told me "Your skirt should be above your stocking tops and have some nice pleats, Wendy and he wants a few other things as well" It was almost a surreal conversation, especially in front of my husband as I muttered "What other things Nanny?" She tinkled again "He would like you in a crisp white blouse and firm bra to hold your breasts up" It was impossible but I half repeated "My breasts?" I heard more mumblings and then Mrs Rose chuckled "He told me not to talk about your breasts. You should wear a thin bra which will show your Tits up." I was just agreeing now even as I was looking at my husband fondling my underwear. There was some more mumbling and then she told me "Henry said you must wear little cotton knickers under your short skirt and open your legs." She had described the scene to me very clearly. She had already told me that Mr Rose would be feeling me a lot so it wasn't really a surprise. I murmured "Yes Mrs Rose." although my husband could see and hear everything. She knew that Andrew was listening but held nothing back "If you are a good girl for us you can sit on his lap. You will like that wont you Wendy?" I looked at the floor and murmured "Yes Nanny" I was embarrassed and my husband was humiliated but the excitement for both of us was intolerable. Mrs Rose carried on as if she was completely unaware of what she was doing to us. She simply said "Good Night Wendy. I hope you and Pansy have a nice sleep." I looked at Andrew as I replied "Good Night Mrs Rose". The next day, I think both Andrew and I hoped for some sort of summons to next door but nothing happened. We did see their car pull out of their driveway but just had to watch from the window. Then in the afternoon I received an official looking letter in the post. When I read it I realised that it said I had been officially accepted into the Village Women's Institute and my sponsor was the Chair Lady, Mrs Ann Rose. I was elated and realised that with a waiting list for membership, that Mrs Rose was indeed a very influential lady. When we had talked about it earlier Mrs Rose had intimated that she held small select meetings every fortnight which were attended by just 3 of the WI ladies who were her special friends. She called it their special Uniform Evening. It had all sounded very secretive as she had said that none of the husbands knew. I was not sure if she was teasing me a little as I had told her that one of my main attractions in the Girl Guides had been the uniform. It really sounded very conspiratorial and I wondered if I would be allowed into that special group and what sort of uniform would I be allowed to wear. Andrew did say that he thought I should go round to Mrs Rose and thank her for her help with the WI. I think he was really hoping my seeing Mrs Rose may lead to other things. To be honest I didn't need much excuse and about mid afternoon I did go round and knock the door. Mrs Rose opened it and as usual was so lovely and elegant and brushed away my gratitude saying "We could do with some younger women in our organisation. It didn't take much for me to persuade them when I told them you had been a Girl Guide." She also murmured "We will have to see about you attending our Special Meetings with my 3 friends. We don't want anyone to know about those meetings." It was so mysterious but I was elated. It was almost as if I was being allowed to join a secret women's society. Wendy and Andrew Chapter 2 - The Following Months Over the next week or so very little happened. Although Andrew and I were tensed up and waiting in intense expectancy the elderly couple carried on almost like before. Mrs Rose helped me in the garden and Mr Rose continued to advise Andrew the best ways to promote his business. There were little interludes where Mrs Rose took me indoors and then told me to pull my skirt right up for a spanking I certainly didn't want to show any disobedience and did as I was told though it was a bit embarrassing as sometimes Mr Rose was sitting directly behind me and could see all my knickers. I had the feeling it had already been arranged but he didn't say anything but just smoked his pipe and carefully watched. Later on Mrs Rose told me that he liked my bum. I obviously told my husband but he didn't object. Andrew was trying to obtain some special contracts and asked Mr Rose if he could help him with the interview techniques. A few times a week Mr Rose would call over and go through the various interview procedures. Andrew kept telling me that he was beginning to feel much more confident now that he could be successful and how grateful he was to Mr Rose. Mrs Rose had already told me that when her husband called over he expected me to wear short skirts. I had no problems with this and Andrew was very encouraging. During these visits I acted as a sort of office girl, come secretary and made them cups of coffee when they told me. Andrew had already obtained a few contracts through Mr Rose's guidance and as I took my little tray in or run some copies off for them on the small desk copying machine I could see that Andrew was hanging on to every word of advice that Mr Rose was dispensing. Naturally when they were talking I kept totally quiet as I didn't want to break their concentration. They partly ignored me unless they wanted a particular menial task performed. On one of these occasions Mr Rose was explaining something quite technical to my husband and I must have distracted him as I was kneeling on the chair in my short skirt operating the copying machine. Suddenly he stopped and said "Andrew, your wife has a nice shapely bottom." It must have come as a surprise to my husband as he simply said "Thank you Sir." I realised that with my short skirt and the kneeling posture, the back of my skirt must be right up and displaying my panties. I knew that when Mr Rose was helping Andrew with his work it was my job to not interfere and almost remain anonymous. I thought that the best thing I could do was to ignore any comments and just carry on. This I did. I did hide a smile as I heard Mr Rose say "Yes Andrew she has a lovely bum, you must be very proud of her bum." Andrew was completely thrown by this and muttered something stupid like "Yes Sir. I am proud of her bum." I knew that Mr Rose liked my bottom as Mrs Rose had told me and that he was usually present when she spanked me. The old man seemed to be taking a rest from his 'teach in' to my husband and said to him "She must be a nice fuck, Andrew. How old is your wife?" I heard Andrew gulp a little in confusion "She is 34 now Sir." I could see Andrew moving into his excited humiliation mode. We both knew we would comply with anything the old man said. I remained in my pose as it went silent and then I heard Mr Rose ask "Tell me Andrew, do you fuck her very often?" Andrew had regained some of his composure. He was fully aware of my relationship with Mr and Mrs Rose. He also aware that we all knew about his secret little weaknesses and what Mrs Rose did with me. He was in no position to be difficult. What was more important was that for all his embarrassment I had realised that my husband liked to be humiliated. I could tell from the huskiness in his voice that these questions from a very distinguished older man were exciting him. Mr Rose knew this full well. Andrew confessed "Not very often Mr Rose." Mr Rose already knew this but feigned surprise "Why ever not Andrew. She should be fucked regularly. At least 3 or 4 times a week." Andrew murmured "I do have some difficulty Sir. I am very small down there and it is difficult to keep it up." He was cringing in embarrassment. Mr Rose nodded wisely "Ah yes Andrew. My wife told me. She told me that what Wendy needs is a big prick up her. Don't you agree?" It was so strange to listen to this distinguished older man talking to my husband like this. I wondered what the Village Dignitaries would say if they knew. Andrew's embarrassment was intense as he muttered "I think so Sir." All thoughts of the interview technique were gone now. Mr Rose was talking dirty to my husband about me in front of me. I looked at Andrew's face. Andrew was in excited humiliation. I was just a passive observer. I was excited with what the old man was saying but I was also excited about my husbands reaction. I could see that Andrew was afraid but he needed things to happen. Wendy and Andrew Mr Rose was so relaxed "Andrew, do you think your wife would like to see my big prick?" My husband couldn't look at me. His gaze was fixed on the floor as he muttered "I think she would like that Sir." Mr Rose seemed satisfied and said "Andrew, tell her to undo my trousers and pull my prick out." Andrew instructed me with a husky voice. I knelt down in front of the old man. As I undid his trousers I was nervous and must have hesitated. Mr Rose said nothing but my husband sounded anxious as he urged me "Go on Wendy. Pull it out." I realised that he wanted to see it as much as I did." I only had to undo another button and it was so large it sprung out of its own accord. It was magnificent. Both my husband and I gasped in amazement. Mr Rose chuckled and held his penis in his big fist and said "Do you think she likes it Andrew?" Andrew could hardly speak. He didn't even have to ask me as he muttered "She likes it very much Sir. It is really magnificent." From the tone of his voice I knew that he was feeling the same as me. We were both feeling so juicy and frothy. I could see that Andrew's little swelling was growing. He had hoped that Mr Rose would give instructions. The old man said nothing. I also kept quiet. We both just waited. Andrew couldn't help himself and muttered "Wendy?" "Yes Andrew?" He almost sobbed "I think that Mr Rose would like you to hold him." I nodded and reached out my hand and held his mighty penis in my fist and squeezed a little and pulled up and down a little. Mr Rose smiled indulgently "I like your wife doing that for me Andrew. You are a good little boy." "Thank you Mr Rose." "Do you want to watch her wanking me?" My husband was beside himself with excitement and humiliation but he managed to mutter "Yes, Mr Rose." We both heard the old man chuckle before saying "Then you had better tell her, Andrew." I still had it in my fist. There was a momentary silence before Andrew gasped "I would like you to wank Mr Rose, Wendy." As I did what he asked I felt totally and utterly excited. Not only by Mr Rose himself and my natural juicy feelings in my tummy but the complete capitulation of my husband. Just watching him, watching me do it for the old man was the most exciting thing in my life. I wanted more of it. I said "Andrew, do you want to see me put it in my mouth." "Oh God, yes Wendy. I want to see it." I smiled up at Mr Rose who simply smiled back. As I opened my mouth, I wanted to do it very much as it was so exciting. But I knew my husband wanted to watch even more. That really made me squishy. I slid it in and gently pulled it up and down from the base of his shaft. The throbbing in my mouth excited me even more and I could see my husband was panting. This made me like it even more. Mr Rose spoke "Andrew, I think she likes my knob in her mouth." The word 'knob' sent excitement through my body which increased when my husband whispered "I think she does as well Mr Rose." I wanted more and eased it from my mouth and whispered "Andrew, shall I suck his knob?" My husband almost squeaked "I would like to see that Wendy." I put the old man's penis back into my mouth and rubbed my tongue onto the knob part before starting to rhythmically suck it. I knew it could only end one way. So did Andrew and so did Mr Rose. We all knew he would cum. It went very quiet except for my slurping noises. I could feel his throbbing increase. For all his excitement Mr Rose spoke calmly "Andrew, you know I am going to spunk?" "Yes Mr Rose." "I don't want any mess. Tell her to swallow my spunk." There was no objection from my husband as he told me. I rolled my eyes at him in agreement. Then it happened. There was so much of it and I swallowed hard but couldn't contain it all and giggled as I used my hand to withdraw his penis. I must have looked a sight as some of his spunk had shot onto my face. I smiled at my husband who was moaning a little. Mr Rose gave a little sigh of satisfaction and then said "Andrew, get your wife some tissues to clean her face and my cock." "Yes Mr Rose." In a few minutes we were all back to normal especially after I slipped the old man's penis back inside his trousers and did his buttons up. Then he said "Why don't you make us a nice cup of tea Wendy and I can finish a few technical points with your husband on the interviewing technique." I nodded and went into the kitchen whilst they simply carried where they had left off. Later on after Mr Rose had left, I sat with my husband watching the TV. Neither of us spoke about the strange events that had taken place but we both knew that our thoughts were totally focussed on what had happened. We were both excited but very confused. Over the next few days both my husband and I were on tenterhooks. Although we didn't discuss the situation I am sure we both expected to be summoned next door. It didn't happen. I did see Mrs Rose in the garden 3 days later and she chatted to be over the fence about the weather and commented on the lovely marigolds in my front garden. Later that day Andrew had to ring Mr Rose as one of his contracts had got into difficulties and he had to go to a meeting with the Council. Mr Rose was very helpful and gave Andrew invaluable advice. Andrew was still nervous about the meeting and I suggested he ask Mr Rose for more help. Mr Rose explained to him "Andrew you know all the answers, all you are lacking is confidence. Would it help if I came to the meeting with you so that you can refer to me if you wish?" Andrew sighed with relief and was so grateful. When Andrew came home that evening he was so happy. The meeting had gone so well and he explained to me that when things had become difficult, Mr Rose had slipped him little notes with the answers. He said to me "Mr Rose is a wonderful man Wendy. I admire him so much." I smiled and kissed my husband on the forehead. I also felt grateful to Mr Rose for helping Andrew in this manner and I understood his feelings as I felt the same about Mrs Rose. I had attended one brief meeting of the WI and enjoyed it very much. The did seem to run the village events and when I made a few suggestions which were welcomed, that encouraged me. Mrs Carson actually spoke during the meeting complimenting me to Mr Rose who smiled. It was all very gratifying. When I thanked her later on I really emphasized how grateful Andrew was to Mr Rose for his help and I was personally over the moon with her organising my WI Membership. She looked quite pensive for moment and then said "Just a selected few of us meet for special secret evenings, Wendy although no one outside this group know about it so it is not something to discuss with Andrew or anyone else. I know that you were a member of the Girl Guides and you liked wearing their short uniforms." My heart did a flip and so did my tummy. I had told her a bit about our old uniforms and even mentioned about some of the naughty things my sister had told me. The thoughts of a woman's secret society and short uniforms did all sort of flushy things to me. She could see from my flushed face what I wanted. From the short time I had known her I knew that Mrs Rose could make just about anything happen. I murmured "I would be grateful for any help you could give Nanny and meet your friends if possible." She laughed "Fine, Wendy. I think we would like an attractive young woman like you to try some of our shorter uniforms." I had almost wanted to kiss her to show my gratitude bur restrained myself and just nodded. It sounded so sensuous. I felt greatly privileged. It seems as though my next door neigbour was opening all sorts of doors for me. I did manage to repeat a few times "I am very grateful Nanny." With all of the business with Andrew's meetings and Mrs Rose arranging my entrance into the WI Organisation there seemed no movement in our personal relationship with our elderly neigbours. My husband and I were longing to see them in that special way. At the end of the second week we were both near breaking point and finally Andrew muttered "Its no good Wendy, we have to see them. I need them so much." It was such a relief. I kissed my husband on the forehead and murmured "So do I Andrew. Shall I ring them." Andrew nodded. I picked up the telephone and dialled their number. Mrs Rose answered and when she realised it was me she sounded so friendly. I was still nervous and unsure what to say and just blurted out "Andrew and I were having a nice glass of wine Mrs Rose. You have often been so nice to us we both wondered if we could entertain you." As soon as I said it, I realised that the word 'entertain' didn't sound right. She laughed pleasantly and said "I will ask my husband now Wendy, if you could just hold on a minute." I heard them chatting and some chuckles and then Mrs Rose saying to me "Yes, Wendy we will call over in about 20 minutes. We would like to have a few glasses of wine with you and your husband. Henry thinks you are a lovely little girl and you know how attractive I find your husband. He really is sweet." I could see Andrew swallowing hard and I just managed "Thank you Nanny." Wendy & Daddy Have a Secret Now! Wendy was nineteen, she'd moved out of her parents two years before but her financial situation had made it hard to live on her own. Her parents Frank and Kathleen had agreed to let her move back, if she got worked and saved her money. She also had to buy her own groceries and pay them rent. For barely one fifty, she got what she paying three hundred for. Her weekend routine was always hard, she'd been working part time as a waitress in the mornings and moonlighting as a dancer at Fancy Franny's. She liked dancing, it made her feel sexy and sometimes she got laid after work. She hadn't been getting laid much because of her living situation. It was Friday evening, she had to work the midnight shift at Fancy's and she had a new outfit. It was a police officer's uniform but it came with a jet black wig. She liked to wear wigs, it made sex feel exotic to her. Her police badge said Officer Cumslut. She grinned thinking about what her night was going to be like. Halfway through her shift, Wendy had to do Officer Cumslut. She put the uniform on with high heeled boots and lace knee highs. She put on a pair of sunglasses and danced her way through the curtain. Her outfit was a hit! The men crowded the stage and her garter could barely hold her cash. By the looks of the horny older man who was shoving fiftys in her panties, she had some new fans too. Back in her dressing area, Wendy counted her money. She had twelve fifty dollar bills, all from that man. He'd paid her six hundred dollars just to take off her clothes for him. She'd take it any night of the week! She sat there in a thong, not bothering to dress or cover up. She looked up and saw Rascal. He was the night security to the dressing area door. "Excuse me Miss Wendy! We have a man at the door looking to talk to the sweet, young Officer Cumslut!" She grinned, the best part of her job. Men would want to meet her and hook up after she got off. She always got a few hundred dollars to get her nut off. She loved her job! "Rascal, tell him she'll be right out." She hurried back into her costume and scampered to the door just as Rascal informed the man she'd be out. She leaned against the door as an older man of about fifty approached her. "Hello sweet thing," he smiled, "How'd you like to accompany an old man to breakfast after you get off?" She smiled, "It depends, will it be worth my time?" He laughed, "I think it will, I have a friend who'd like to meet you too." She grinned, "That should really make it worth my while then. I'll meet you at the front door at three." She danced a few more dances in costume, she even wore another wig to shake things up. Her spirits were high, the man who tipped her six hundred dollars for dancing wanted to meet up. She could only imagine the payout. Showering before slipping back into her Cumslut outfit, Wendy hurried to meet her date. She strutted out and he stood and took her arm. Leading her outside, he helped her into the back of a waiting car and slipped in next to her. His hand resting on her leg, he handed her a glass of champagne. She sipped it and watched as they made their way to the next town over to the luxurious hotel suites of the Camelot. They made their way to the fifteen floor and down to a huge suite with a room overlooking the ocean. He led her into a lounge area and offered her more champagne. He slipped his jacket off and called out to the friend, "Hey Frankie, you're going to love what I found for us tonight." He left the room and reentered with another man. Wendy's jaw slipped open and she quickly shut it as she realized that Frankie was her father! She knew he'd told her mother he was away on business this weekend, he'd left this morning. Here he was in a hotel in the next town with another man, picking up strippers to fuck! His eyes trailed their way up her body, his comments loud and obnoxious. "Damn Big Al, you found a good one tonight. Her ass is nice. Those tits are fuckable!" His words stopped when his eyes met hers and he realized the woman he was ready to rip her clothes off and fuck, was none other than his own daughter. Al chose that moment to announce he was taking a steamy shower and he'd rejoin them in a moment. Frank made his way across the room and into her face. "What the hell are you doing here? Don't tell me you're a hooker?" She laughed, "A hooker dad? Really? I'm a dancer." His face red with anger, "A dancer? Then how did you end up with Albert Manchino? My boss?" She grinned, "Oh dad's out fucking hookers in hotel rooms with his boss? Does mom know this is where you are?" His anger grew, "Damn it Wendy! I asked how you ended up here?" She smiled, "I'm a stripper daddy! I'm here to fuck your boss, and apparantly you too daddy!" He growled, "You're not fucking anyone! Get the fuck out of here, he's a pervert! You don't need to be around him!" "Oh daddy, I plan to fuck your boss and if he wants me to fuck you too, you better just get hard and let me. I'm making the money this old fucker wants to pay me. With or without you! I need this! Besides, you don't want your boss to know your daughter's a slutty stripper do you?" Before he could answer, Al was back. He came over and led Wendy to the couch. They relaxed together, her teasing him with her fake baton. She ran it up and down his leg, feeling his erection grow with every touch. Soon he had her on her knees between his legs, his cock out and hard. She was licking the tip, teasing him while her own father looked on. Al pushed her down on his cock, she had her mouth full and wasn't protesting. As her head bobbed up and down, Al called over to her father, "Frankie, get over here and enjoy what I'm paying for. She's up for anything, so do what you'd like." Frank wasn't sure what to do, he didn't want his boss to know his daughter did this for a living, but he didn't want to fuck his own daughter either. He figured if he just touched her a little, he could get out of sex. So, he came over behind her on the floor. Her tiny outfit showed half her ass, a pretty nice ass at that. He began rubbing her back, his hand dipping below her skirt and touching her bare thigh. She felt her fathers hands on her ass, then her thigh. She pushed back into his hand. His fingers slid across her bare pussy. He could feel she was wet, his hand had been on his daughter's bare cunt. Soon Al was starting to moan, but he wasn't through having fun yet. He wanted to eat her pussy. He grabbed her by the nape of her neck in a handful of hair. He pulled her off his cock and led her over to the coffee table in the center of the sitting area. As she lay back on the table, her tits came together perfectly for titty fucking. Al spoke up, "Frankie, I'm about to tear her pussy apart with my tongue. Why don't you test out those perfect tits?" Frank stuttered back, "I was just thinking the same thing." His nervous grin at Al was a good cover up, but he didn't need one. Al had already buried his face in Frank's daughter's snatch. She was groaning and pushing her tits together. She'd popped open the buttons on her top and her perfect round tits were bouncing. She was playing with her nipples and her head was tipped back with her eyes closed. He took off his pants and boxers and threw them over the chair. Straddling his own flesh and blood, his cock was hard and he moved up over her face, letting her wet his dick with her mouth. She opened her eyes and they met across their naked bodies. She grinned before slurping his cock into her mouth. Watching his daughter's lips move around his cock, feeling her tongue almost made him cum right there. Before he exploded, he pulled his cock out and went back to straddling her below the chest. He grabbed her tits with his big hands and massaged the nipples, gently tugging on them. She pushed them together and he slipped his dripping cock between them. As he pumped back and forth between her perky tits, their eyes met again. She began to cum for Al's tongue and she arched her back. He couldn't believe he was titty fucking his daughter and wishing he was fucking her too! Al stopped eating her cunt and stood. He grinned and announced, "Let's get the fucking underway!" They relocated to the overstuffed couch, Al sat at an angle and allowed her to sit down on his cock. Her back against his chest, his cock pounding in and out of her. She enticed Frank over with her finger and he stood before her. She slipped his cock into her mouth. As she sucked, she looked up and saw her father watching her. Their eyes locked and he about came in her mouth. He stepped back to gain composure and she came again on Al's dick. Al begged from under her, "Let me fuck your ass? Please!" She grinned up and her father who's face said Hell No! "Of course Big Al, you can fuck me in any hole you want. As she stood and let Al tongue her asshole, Frank tried to think of something to stop this. He was too late as Al quickly slipped his cock deep into Wendy's asshole. She groaned and then pulled him over to them. As she leaned back against Al, she begged Frank, "Come on Frankie, join us! I have an empty hole that needs your cock inside it!" This was where Frank had planned to draw the line. He was about to retreat to the other room when Al chimed in, "Come on Frankie, she's a pleasure to fuck! I'd hate for you to miss this. Besides, your dick and my dick with make for a pleasurable orgasm for us all!" Frank couldn't stop himself, not only were they pressuring him, his cock was hard and needed relief. He preferred sex over jacking off. So what if it was his daughter? She was an adult and so was he. He came over to the couch and slowly entered her pussy. He knelt between their legs, pounding his daughter's pussy. She wiggled and squirmed. They could feel her around their dicks. She was hot and she knew how to use that to make men happy. Hell, he couldn't figure out where she'd learned to be so good at sex. She was better than her mother and naughtier too! As he buried himself in her, she pulled his head down and locked lips with him. As their lips met and their bodies touched, she came. They rocked back and forth, her groans escaping their locked lips. Al reached his hands down and gripped her waist, unleashing his cum inside her ass. She released her father and he pulled out of her. She slipped off Al's dick and he excused himself to freshen up. Her father stood near the couch, his erection still large and ready to explode. She took the three steps over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He stiffened, but his hard on touched against her belly. She leaned up on her tip toes and whispered into his ear, "Come on daddy, finish me off! I can see you're still hard and I'm in need of coming again!" She lay back on the couch, pulling him down with her, "This isn't right. We have to stop. I only did it because Al was here and he's my boss." She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down and let him enter her. She groaned, "Fuck me daddy! Or I'm gonna go tell Big Al our secret." He couldn't resist her sweet mouth saying such dirty things. He couldn't risk his boss finding this secret out. He had to do it. He kissed her down her neck, across her breasts and down her stomach. He found her sweet pussy lips and spread them. His tongue massaged her swollen pink clit and he teased her til he felt her juices dribble down his chin. They could here Al in the other room, but they only focused on each other. He pulled her off the couch into his lap, she spread her legs wide and his cock went deep inside her. She wiggled her hips and her tits bounced against his chest. As she came closer to exploding, he pushed her back against the couch and slipped his fingers down to tease and rub her clit. His fingers found her sweet spot and she exploded around them. He slowed down and let her absorb her orgasm. As she stopped shaking, he helped her off his lap and instructed her onto her knees. His favorite position, doggystyle. He slipped between her legs and entered her again. Reaching up he grabbed her hair and pulled tight. He pounded her harder and harder until he exploded deep inside his own daughter. When he finished, he rubbed her pussy once more, giving her another orgasm. As they lay naked on the floor beside the couch, she teased him with a french kiss. He cupped her breasts and she cradled his limp cock. Before getting up, she whispered into his ear, "Hope you enjoyed yourself daddy! I'll see you later tonight!" Al paid her two thousand dollars for the few hours she spent fucking them. She hoped to make more next time!