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Hers

By: FrenchDoll



The sight of her body, comfortable and tucked into her many warm blankets. She sleeps like an angel, no worries and without any thought to what she might encounter during this long rainy night. I could stand there for hours, starring at her, the way she grins in her sleep making me wonder what she is dreaming about or who.

It couldn't be a better night to have the kids gone for the night, the apartment so quiet and dark, and to think she has no idea I'm standing at the foot of her bed, watching her, fantasising about the way she feels, the way her kisses taste and most of all the way her eyes stare back at me when I tell her how much I've missed her, how much I want her, I love looking her in the eyes, seeing the reaction on her lips and the glow in her eye when I speak of the two of us together.

Slowly and carefully I make my way to her, trying to make little noises as to not startle her, I want this night to be perfect and the last thing on my mind is scaring her out of the dreams she seems to be enjoying so much. My whispers finally awaken her and I ask her to please not move, she is perfect in that position and with her permission I'd like to pull back the blankets completely so that I can finally see what I had thought of so many nights in my bed alone and thinking of her.

Her skin is so perfect and her permission only makes it harder for me to move slowly and sweetly when I really want to take her there and now, but self control is something I've had to practice allot of since I've met her, a few more minutes won't do me any harm. She tries to turn and face me, kiss me but I won't let her, I want her to enjoy the feelings she's so often given me. I want to kiss every inch of her neck slowly before making my way down her back, I want to cover her entire backside with kisses and gentle licks and nibbles, paying special attention to her ass which of course makes her wiggle and move around, nothing a firm "please don't move for me" won't help. I love the way she's submitting to me like this, letting me kiss her and massage her ass cheeks while she lays perfectly still, growing more excited by the second and making little noises and moans.

The palms of my hands gently spread her legs all the while my lips kissing her thighs and easing her more and more into it, making her forget everything and everyone else in this crazy world we live in. My fingers find that familiar spot I like to call my own at times and I know by the way she feels so warm, so wet that I can continue on my kissing journey, nothing she can say would make me stop now, her body is saying yes, her moans and the way her fingers are digging into her sheets all begging for more, and more she'll receive, slowly, making it last all night, totally crazy in lust.

I can't stand it any longer, I have to kiss her, taste her and look into her eyes before I go completely crazy. She willingly turns over onto her back, I can see the glow in her beautiful eyes, her lips quivering a little from the cold and her breast, cold and exposed to me, asking to be warmed up. My lips cover her cold nipples one at a time, sucking, nibbling and gently pulling, her little cries almost make me stop but the way her fingers grasp my hair tell me to keep going with this teasing session….

God how I love the way she moves, the way she pulls my hair and pushes my face deeper into her makes me want her and crave her even more. I can't get enough of her scent, her flavour, mouth on her nipples, hands travelling from her belly to my waiting sex toy, teasing, circling my fingertips around her inner thighs and making their way closer and closer to her sex only to pull away at the last minute leaving her wanting more, making her pull harder on my hair and wiggle deeper into me.

I can't remember ever wanting someone so much, feeling so alive and in touch with my own sexual feelings. I want to make love to her for hours on end until she begs me to stop, but for now I have this moment, her body waiting for more and her inner self craving. Kissing her hard and deep, letting my fingers explore her, circling, moving slowly and deeply, teasing her clit gently at first and then harder as her body grinds to meet my fingertips and her mouth inhales me deeper and deeper.

Hers



They were still laughing as they headed into the quiet residential street where their lovely little house nestled in the corner. He dipped the headlights, careful not to brighten the windows of their neighbours, as he manoeuvred the car the last few hundred yards. 

"Oh my God!" She giggled, "Did he?"

"Yeah, I kid you not. It was a whole song's worth, not just a fleeting glance!" He grinned and flicked her his shining eyes.

"And, there's me thinking he fancied me!"

"Well, yeah he does fancy you - everyone does, gorgeous - but he couldn't take his eyes off her." He forgot the words of verse two, didn't you notice?"

"I did notice! Was that why?"

They were returning from another wonderful night at their favourite country pub that'd just started hosting fabulous bands on the last Friday of the month. They'd been three times now and every time they'd had a better night than the last. It had become their favourite evening out.

He pulled the car quietly up on the drive outside their front door. Gazing at her unfastening her seatbelt and reaching forward for her black handbag, he switched off the engine, unclipped himself and eased out of the door. Walking round to open the door for her, he breathed in the warm summer air carrying the smell of the honeysuckle into his nostrils.

She took his hand as she unfolded herself from the passenger seat. "Mmm, thanks love," she whispered as he reached behind her and softly closed the car door. He flicked the remote lock and fumbled with his keys in readiness to open the front door. "God, just smell that honeysuckle, darling."

She leant into him and breathed deeply. "It's wonderful isn't it? I love summer nights like this, makes me want to go off somewhere and take a moonlit dip in a pool, just the two of us." 

"It'd be flippin freezing though darling!" They both guffawed and then simultaneously clapped their hands over their mouths and gave each other the shhh symbol. They were nothing if not considerate to their neighbours when returning late.

He slipped through the front door and held it open for her. She idly trailed her finger across his chest as she passed through. Closing it softly he flipped the hall light on and bent to open a small chest on the floor. He looked at himself in the mirror by the front door and casually flicked at his hair. He pulled at his top shirt button, loosening the garment to rub his neck.

"I still caught the sun a bit today, look, even with all that slop on."

She looked at him and watched him unbutton the shirt. "You don't put enough on darling. I keep telling you." She ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. "God! Talking of which, did you see Anne's shoulders tonight?"

He slipped his shirt off, folded it and laid it in the chest on the floor. "Flipping heck, yeah I did, she's going to be sore! She looked like a lobster!" He reached down and wriggled his shoe off, rolled the sock off, pushed it in the shoe and placed it in the chest. He did the same with the other. "I wonder how people get like that in this day and age, don't you? I mean, it's not even a good look is it?"

She laughed and said, "I don't know, I quite like your Rudolph-the-Red-Nosed-Reindeer look!" She watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out from the loops.

"Shut up! No? Is it?"

"Only a bit, darling!"

"God! What must people think of me!"

"They think you're fabulous, my darling boy. All of them."

She admired the curve of his firm toned buttocks as he, now naked, folded his trousers and placed them in the chest. "As do I."

"Awww, you say the loveliest things darling. Thank you." He locked the box, palmed the key, straightened up and then handed it to her. "Do you think Nick and Sarah, will come again? Didn't look like they enjoyed it that much."

She took the chest key from him, her fingers lingering on his for a second, then popped it into her slim purse before dropping it back into her handbag. "Mm, I wondered that. Still, I suppose it's not everyone's cup of tea is it? I can't believe we've only been three times though, I love it." She pushed his left shoulder slightly, prompting him to turn away from her.

"I know! Me too," he replied. " I really hope they keep the standard up though, hun. It's only the quality of the bands that keeps it good. Otherwise it'd just be a night out in a pub."

"Not that there's anything wrong with 'just a night out in the pub' with you my love," she said as she lovingly traced her finger down his muscular spine, making him shiver and his buttocks twitch deliciously. She reached up to the key hooks by the door, where he'd only just hung up the car keys, and put her fingers on a long pink ribbon that was hanging there.

"Night out anywhere, just the two of us, will do me, darling," he whispered.

"Mmm, I know," she purred. "Over, sweetheart," she commanded softly, giving him another gentle push with her finger, this time in the middle of his shoulders. 

He bent immediately at her words and touched his toes. Once again, she felt the icy cold heat of excitement at his obedience and willingness to humble himself for her. His total unflinching loyalty in exposing his most private parts to her in the most intimate way. Just because she wished it to be so.

"Do you know that chap with the black hat, playing the rhythm guitar then, darling?" She asked as she squatted on her haunches behind him and took a firm hold of his cock and balls, pulling them down slightly, away from his body. "Open your legs a bit babe." She tapped his inner thigh with her free hand.

"Yeah, I went to school with him," He shifted his foot to the right, giving her much easier access to his privates, and pushed his bottom a little further out towards her. "I haven't seen him for thirty years, would you believe. We didn't particularly get on at school but he seems like age has softened him a bit."

"Not like this bad boy'" she giggled as she continued to manipulate his stiffening cock and plump, purpling balls. She loved her husband's beautiful cock and balls. She'd had bad experiences with men before they'd gotten together, men with penises they had no idea what to do with. Inconsiderate men. Not like this man. This man was not blessed with a big penis; it was modest to say the least. 

She liked that. A lot. Even more, she liked that he knew it and was so completely comfortable with it. She'd told him that she'd had bigger men and that she preferred his. She looked again at his cock. At her cock. It did belong to her. It glistened as she stroked it. Around four or five inches long in its wonderful engorged state and beautifully straight and thick as a plump pork sausage. She rubbed her finger over its dripping head covered in its shiny tight foreskin, smearing her finger in his delicious, salty precum.

"God, how did I get a wonderful man like you, darling?"

"We were meant to be, love. There was never any doubt about it." He felt her fingers on his cock and looked through his own legs, upside down, at her squatting form. There was no doubt he'd do anything for this woman. He loved her so completely. They were soulmates. He'd realised he wanted to submit to her and become her property very quickly, within weeks of meeting her and getting together with her. His submission was now something beautiful and not a dirty little secret that he kept locked in his mind too afraid to tell anyone. He embraced it. 

So completely did he now embrace his submission that they'd agreed that they'd never shy away from telling anyone that she was in charge of their relationship. Never be ashamed of admitting he served her and submitted to her. Even on their wedding day, it was such common knowledge amongst their friends and family, nobody questioned it when the vicar had asked him to repeat, "Will you love her, honour, cherish and obey her?"

So, there it was. He'd taken a solemn oath to obey her at all times. And yet, they were a loving funny couple, with no clues to anyone that they lived a slightly 'different' life to most people.

She kissed his buttock softly and savoured the groan of pleasure. Taking her hand from his cock, she placed a hand on both of his bottom cheeks. She pushed them apart and was rewarded with the sight of his anus, puckering and unpuckering at the sudden exposure. She gazed at the slightly protruding hilt of the glass butt plug she'd placed up his back passage after his shower before they left for the evening. Tapping it with her fingernail, she breathed gently on this his most intimate of areas. She almost squeaked in delight as, again, he shivered uncontrollably.

She shook herself out of her reverie, gathered the pink ribbon in her left hand and offered it up to his cock and balls. With her right hand, she gave them another stretch away from his body. Then she passed the pink ribbon around the base of his balls, making sure to catch his hard cock in its loop too.

"Sharon's coming round for coffee tomorrow, honey." She said as she worked.

"Oh cool. I haven't seen her for ages. How's she getting on with her Mac after I had a look at it?"

"Oh, really brilliantly, thank you. You're so clever," she beamed.

She finished her ministrations with a tight bow and gave it a tug to make sure it was secure. "Okay, up."

She held onto him by the pink ribbon as she watched his beautiful body straighten. The ribbon was now nicely tucked between his buttocks. "Ooh, you okay love!" She queried as he wobbled, "Get up too quick?" She giggled as he grinned at her and gave her the thumbs up.

"Anyway, it's a bit of a milestone tomorrow. Sharon's coming as I said, and I want you to be a good boy for her ..."

"Oh ... really? Cool."

So it seemed with that coded message that his wife meant for her friend Sharon to come round and be served and entertained by the sight of him naked with his pink ribbon.

"Yes, really." She smirked deliciously at him. "You don't mind, do you?"

He shook his head and his eyes sparkled. "I'm going to make her so jealous of you, my darling."

"I know you will babe. I know." She started walking off, twiddling the ribbon round her fist as she did. He, bound to follow, walked backwards after her.

She stopped, allowing him to bump softly into her. She reached up on tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I'm going to talk to her about her new boyfriend and how we might get him round to fuck your pretty arse and let her watch as I make you suck him off ..." 

His legs buckled and he groaned.

"Right," she let out suddenly. "To bed I think. Shall we have a cocoa, or head straight up ...?"

*****



Hers Again



Sometimes guys are sooo stupid! Her sweet John was going on about how "his" football team was going to kick butt in the game next weekend. So she went on line and checked out the odds of their winning and found that the opposing team was favored by 2 touchdowns. 

Not too good for USC in her opinion. Armed with this information, she teased the hell out of him, calling his alma mater's team losers and little boys. This wound him up like a little mechanical toy dog, barking, and yapping. 

While he was sputtering and carrying on about how good they were, she threw down the gauntlet -- the same bet as before, his team wins and she is his captive for a day, if USC loses, he is her toy for the day. 

He immediately agreed and the bet was on. 

Well, as luck would have it, USC lost by 2 points and he was all hers.

This time she was going to do a little advance planning. A few weeks after the last time she won the bet, she let a comment slip to her to her oldest girlfriend, Margaret, who immediately picked up on it and grilled her until she told the whole story about her teasing John for an entire day, making him service her any way she wanted. 

Margaret thought it was a great idea and started thinking about how she could do the same to her hubby, Gary.

By way of background, Ann and Margaret were sorority sisters in college and used to double date (and double team the guys they were dating). 

Besides sharing the bed with their boyfriends, once, on a dare, they even shared each other. The boys agreed to do anything that they would do, so they went down on each other, bringing each other to a climax in front of the boys. 

Watching the guys struggling with sucking each others cocks and swallowing their loads was a a great turn-on for the girls, who felt that they got off easy in the bargain.

Ann decided to enlist Margaret's help in working over John and the two of them spent a lot of time on the phone planning.

She waited over 6 weeks before informing John that she was going to claim her "prize" the following Saturday. As before, she wanted him clean, inside and out, to take a Viagra (she loved it when he was sooo hard that she could use his cock as a baseball bat), and to present himself for her inspection exactly at 9:00 AM next Saturday morning. 

Just to get him in the mood, she teased him and played with him for the 4 days before the weekend, not letting him come but keeping him "on the boil". 

In fact, she told him that he was forbidden to have a climax as she wanted him to save his cum for her and not waste it by jacking off. 

This did indeed "put him in the mood"; he prowled around the house like a frustrated, horny dog, looking for a bitch in heat.

On Friday night, just before going to bed, she moved the kitchen clock ahead by 5 minutes -- as part of her plan for John.

On Saturday morning, John was up at 6:30 and fixed coffee, bacon and scrambled eggs for breakfast. (It is amazing how attentive he was after being teased and denied for 4 days). 

While she was enjoying her breakfast, John was showering and cleaning himself up for her inspection.

At exactly 9 AM, he walked into the kitchen, wrist and ankle straps on with the blindfold around his neck -- well, he thought it was 9 AM. When he looked at the clock he gulped and started to speak. 

She shushed him up and proceeded to lecture him on the importance of punctuality. She brought up the fact that he was late the last time he was hers for the day and felt that he needed to be taught a lesson.

With that, she went over to where she had set out a skein of a thick, soft acrylic yarn and took the end of it, which she showed him before putting the blindfold over his eyes and instructing him to lock his hands behind his back. 

She then took the yarn and wrapped it around his hard cock and balls, tying it just tight enough to hold firmly but not hurt him. She then took several half-hitches around his cock, working up to the head making a leash. 

When this was done, she led him by his cock into the bedroom where she had him stand with his hands behind his back while she spread a towel over the foot of the bed. 

She then had him bend over the edge of the bed, face down with his arms straight out towards the headboard. Next, she bent down and looped the end of her "leash" around the little post for the caster in the middle of the bed underneath the foot of the bed. 

She then went to the headboard and pulled up the ropes that were fastened to the corners. After snapping each one to his wrist bands, she tightened them until they were even and nice and snug. 

Going back to the foot of the bed, she tightened John's "leash" until his cock was stretched behind him and he was completely immobile.

His cock was pointing at the floor, holding him in place; while his arms, which were tied to the headboard, prevented him from moving down to relieve the pressure on his cock and balls. 

During this entire process, he kept asking "what are you doing" until she told him to shut up and lie still. 

He mumbled "Yes Mistress" and complied, knowing that she would gag him if he said anything more. 

Once he was nice and secure, she played with the head of his cock, and ran her fingertips lightly over his exposed balls and ass - he was now rock hard and dripping precum. 

She said "behave yourself and don't you go away, I'll be right back and I want your cock HARD when I return, do you hear me?" as she walked out of the bedroom. He just groaned.

Going to the phone in the living room, she called Margaret and told her "he's ready, come on over".

About 20 minutes later, she quietly let Margaret in the back door. Going to the living room cabinet where she had put her toys, she and Margaret looked them over and decided on what they were going to do first. 

She put on a vinyl examination glove and after selecting a black leather riding crop and a couple of other things, walked quietly into the bedroom with Margaret. 

As she had expected, even with the Viagra, his cock had softened. 

She exclaimed in a loud stern voice "What is this? You are not keeping MY COCK hard for me! Can't you do ANYTHING right"? 

She grabbed it and tugged on it, giving him enough stimulation to have it start to harden. She went on, "first, you are late and now you can't even keep it up for me! 

You are going to be punished for this"! With that, she gave him a smack on his left cheek with the crop. He went "Owww" and jumped, trying to move away but unable to do so because he was stretched and tied. 

She went on, telling him that she TOLD him to be on time, punctuating her scolding with smacks on his ass, and that since he couldn't even keep her cock hard he was going to have to perform PERFECTLY if he didn't want an even more severe punishment than this.

With that, she got some of the lube from the nightstand and started working her fingers into his ass. He resisted at first, but a fresh smack from the crop convinced him that relaxing was wiser and he let her work 3 fingers into his ass (as if he had a choice), twisting and stretching him to loosen him up before sliding in a well lubricated butt plug that she had just covered with a condom. 

By this time Margaret had taken her clothes off and was ready to get onto the bed. 

Ann continued with "now I am going to get on the bed in front of you and I want you to service me. If you do not perform properly, you will get more of this"! She smacked his now red butt several more times and motioned Margaret onto the bed. 

Margaret slid down until her crotch was at John's head and Ann pulled his head up by his hair and said "EAT" as Margaret pushed her crotch into his face. He immediately went to work, licking and sucking her while trying to breathe.

When he slowed down a bit, Ann smacked his ass again and said, "I told you to service me, now"! Margaret pulled a couple of pillows up behind her and used her hands in his hair to guide him as he worked on getting her off. 

By now he realized that it wasn't Ann but if he stopped or even slowed down, he was "prompted' with another smack on his ass. It wasn't long before he had figured out what worked and had Margaret's sex singing. 

He alternated between long flat licks up her vulva and gently sucking on her clit while fluttering his tongue over the tip. 

As she came up, she pulled his head harder into her crotch, holding on with both hands and arching into him. 

Ann started smacking his butt, telling him "more, more, faster, faster" until Margaret convulsed in a long shuddering orgasm, practically pulling out some of his hair in the process. 

A few moments later, Margaret relaxed and said "thanks I needed that". John thought the voice sounded familiar but could not quite place it. 

Ann, gave him a couple more smacks and said "that's better, If you continue to perform like that you MIGHT get to cum! Now, I think it is MY turn" as she slipped out of her robe and lubricated the Feeldoe that had purchased for their first "session". 

She had realized that she did not have to use the strap to hold it in place and it seemed more of a part of her by slipping the dildo in without it. 

She was very wet from watching John get Margaret off and wanted to just drive "her cock" into his ass with a vengeance. 

She rolled a condom on to her "girlcock" and after gently pulling out the butt plug; she instructed John to be a good little boy and slowly slid her slick "cock" into his now stretched and lubricated ass. 

Motioning for Margaret to have him suck her again, she slowly started to work the dildo in and out of his ass. 

As Margaret ground into his face, holding his head with a double handful of his hair, Ann started to pick up the pace. 

The vibrator in the dildo was doing its thing and she began to fuck him harder and harder. There was something about driving her cock into his ass that made her feel savage. 

She wanted to just pound him and feel the ridges push into her now aroused clitoris. As she pulled back, the bulb inside her would press on her g-spot and bring her up with each thrust. 

The alternating pressure on her clitoris and on her g-spot drove her to move harder and faster. Soon she was on a roll, fucking him for her pleasure and getting hotter and hotter as she approached her climax. 

Meanwhile, Margaret was also coming up as Ann's thrusts drove John into her crotch. 

It was hot watching him being fucked in the ass while he was licking and sucking her and it didn't take long before she was convulsing again, pulling his head into her as she rolled into another intense orgasm. 

Seeing Margaret climax, Ann began to fuck John savagely, pounding her clit with each thrust until she blasted into a violent orgasm that left her barely able to stand, she was shaking so. 

She rested on his back until she could control her movements and slowly slid out of him. During all of this all he did was moan and grunt as she fucked him. 

And when she slid her "cock" out of him, it brought a long unnngh from him as his ass tried to hold the dildo inside and keep it from slipping away.

When she could move again, she smacked him with the crop saying "what's this, you are soft AGAIN! I told you to keep MY COCK hard"! All he said was "yes Mistress". 

She had Margaret untie his hands and she untied the yarn from the center leg of the bed. She held John's arm as he shakily got up. 

Once he was standing, she reached out and pinched his nipple saying, "WHAT is the matter with you, I told you that I want that cock hard at all times". 

She lifted it up with the tip of her crop and told him to stand still. Carefully she untied the yarn from his cock. 

When it was free, she leaned forward and slowly drew it deep into her mouth, making him groan as she did it. She sucked hard on him for just a moment and then pulled off, leaving his cock wet and hard.

She pulled the towel up higher onto the bead and told him to lie down on his back in the middle of the bed. He climbed up onto the bed and lay down on the towel. 

After straightening him out, she snapped his wrists together and tied them to the headboard. 

Then she snapped ropes onto his ankle cuffs and tied them to the lower corners of the bed, stretching him out nicely.

When this was done, she got her favorite little vibrator and went to work on his nipples, 

Margaret, seeing what Ann was doing, went into the kitchen and came back with a small bowl containing some ice cubes. 

Motioning for Ann to give her the vibrator, she took off the clear plastic cap and pressed the little brass balls onto an ice cube and held it there. 

In the meantime Ann was licking, blowing and sucking on John's nipples, causing him to squirm and moan as his cock jumped with each fresh attack. 

Occasionally she would lightly lick up the length of his cock, just to hear him moan. After a couple of minutes of the ice cube treatment, Margaret handed the vibrator back to Ann, who promptly switched it on and ran it over one of John's nipples. 

He gasped so loud that is was almost a scream, bringing a big grin to Margaret's face and prompting Ann to say, "I told you to be quiet! Why can't you obey me? Now you have forced me to make sure you will be quiet"! 

With this, she picked up the dildo gag and slipped the shorter end into John's mouth. While Margaret held his head up, she fastened the strap holding it in place.

Next, Ann reached over to the nightstand and picked up a pair of foam earplugs which she rolled and put in John's ears. This would create more sensory depravation and keep him from being distracted by sounds, as well as not being able to hear her and Margaret.

Quietly talking to Margaret, Ann explained that she saw this penis gag online about 6 months ago and has been dying to try it out on John. Margaret giggled and said "well now's your chance". 

Ann said "why don't you ride his cock while I ride the dildo. Be sure that he does not come". Bending down, Ann told John that it was now his job to service both of them and that he was not to come. If he did cum, his ass would be whipped until it was bloody. 

When she asked if he understood, he nodded his head yes. With that, she faced his cock, straddled his face and slid down onto the rubber cock protruding from his mouth. 

Picking up the crop, she lightly flicked his cock saying "you are to make me come, NOW"! As she slid up and down on the dildo, he did his best to meet her thrusts, even though doing so forced the smaller rubber cock deeper into his mouth. 

After they settled into a rhythm, Margaret straddled him, facing Ann as she slid down onto his cock. Mmmm, did that feel good! 

Gradually the two began to work in unison, first Ann would slide down, forcing John to focus on meeting her thrust and then Margaret would slide down on his cock, which had the effect of causing him to lose concentration as Ann lifted off of him. 

Then Margaret would lift off and they would repeat the process. The kept this up until John's frantic grunts told them that he was close to cumming. 

Margaret slipped off of his cock and Ann continued to fuck his face, going faster and faster until she exploded in another orgasm. 

Just as she started to cum, Margaret reached over and firmly pinched both of her nipples, which was enough to send her violently over the edge in a mind blowing orgasm. 

Poor John could only try and meet her movements while his achingly hard cock bobbed as if searching for contact. 

After Ann collapsed and just sat there on his face for a minute or so, enjoying the fullness of the rubber cock and the convulsions of her sex, she lifted off and motioned for Margaret to take her place.

As Margaret slid onto the dildo, Ann started to lightly stroke John's cock. Because of her extensive practice the last time she had him captive, she knew exactly how far she could take him without letting him climax. 

She also got out the vibrator and used it on his nipples, trying to distract him from meeting Margaret's thrusts. 

It had a devastating effect on him, he didn't know if he was coming or going. He was totally disoriented and his mind flopped back and forth between the cock in his mouth and the torment of his cock and nipples. 

It didn't take Margaret long to come up. As she did so, Ann stopped teasing John's cock and nipples and picked up the crop. 

As Margaret would drop down on the rubber cock, Ann would slap John's cock with the leather tip of the riding crop, causing him to jump and thrust harder into Margaret. 

It only took a few of these to take Margaret over the edge. Being the considerate soul that she was, Ann reached over and returned the favor on Margaret's nipples, pinching them firmly as she climaxed. 

This one was a good one -- Margaret let out something between a gasp and a scream as she came -- hard -- collapsing on top of John, who could only moan and smell the hot crotch in his face, but not taste it.

Now that both girls were temporarily satisfied, they decided that it was time to tease John. Lifting up his head, Ann undid the penis gag and pulled it out of his mouth. 

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. His jaw was sore from the pounding that he had just received and it felt good to be able to close his mouth. 

She bent down and asked him if he wanted a drink or water. He shook his head no.

Smiling, she looked at Margaret and said, "Now we will have some fun". 

She rested on his legs and started sucking John's cock, slowly and steadily. When she felt he was hot enough, she stopped and blew on his wet cock, causing it to jump and John to moan. 

She immediately picked up the crop and smacked his hard cock saying, "Quiet, I don't want to hear a peep out of you". 

This had the effect of bringing him quickly away from the edge of an orgasm, not quite deflating his hard-on but definitely diminishing it. 

She motioned for Margaret to sit on the bed and work on his nipples while she poured a generous glob of the lube into her hands and started to stroke his cock. 

Using one hand after the other, she sloooowly slid them down his cock, taking at least 30 seconds to complete one two-handed stroke. 

She soon had him arching and moaning as he tried to speed up the strokes in order to cum. 

Margaret had not seen this slow technique used before and asked Ann how she knew when to stop. Ann said "watch" and gave John's cock 5 fast strokes. It was as if she had lit a fire under his back. 

He arched up as far as he could and held himself there, waiting for the 6th stroke which would take him over the edge. 

Naturally, Ann stopped after the 5th one and called Margaret's attention to the fact that John's balls had contracted and his cock was pulsing and jumping with the blood flow in his body. 

She told Margaret that with enough practice, she could keep Gary on edge like this as well. 

All she had to do was really observe his reactions as he came close. The trick was to bring him up and stop while watching his balls, breathing and muscle tension. 

She would have to repeat the teasing a number of times, going a little further each time until it became obvious that he was really ready to shoot. 

At that point she should stop and even squeeze his cock hard at the base to back him off. Once he had at least 30-60 seconds to cool down, the whole process could be started again. 

After explaining this to Margaret, she transferred some of the lube to her hands and motioned for her to start in on John. 

Margaret used several long slow strokes and then one quick hard up and down stroke. The effect on John was devastating. 

The quick up and down stroke caused him to gasp and arch up off the bed. Of course, when he arched, she stopped, taking her hand away completely. 

It was such fun watching his cock pulsing on the edge of an orgasm and unable to get that little bit more stimulus that would let him get off. Oh yes, this was great fun.




Hers Again



While Ann went to work on his nipples, Margaret spent the next 2 hours practicing on John whose whole world was reduced to the stroking that his cock was receiving. 

He was like a puppet, Ann would pinch or pull or stroke his nipples, which caused his cock to jump. 

When it bounced up, Margaret would grab it and hold it, slooowly sliding her hand down its length while Ann continued to work his nipples. 

When he started coming up, Ann would stop, which shifted John's focus to his cock and the excruciatingly slow stroking he was getting at Margaret's hand. 

When he got to that point where the next stroke would cause him to explode, Margaret would stop, wait and the process would start all over again. 

Poor John was thrashing moaning and arching convulsively for what seemed like an eternity.

All of this teasing was getting Ann hot again so she climbed up on John and sat on his chest. 

Pulling up a pillow, she grabbed his hair and lifted his head towards her crotch, stuffing the pillow in behind it to hold him there.

Then she commanded "eat me" and slid her wet crotch into his face. He was in heaven, getting fed her delicious crotch and being stroked at the same time. 

He wished it could go on forever. (Little did he realize that he would soon regret that wish). 

It didn't take him long to bring her to a climax, even with the distraction of Margaret's devilishly slow stroking. 

God his cock was so hard he could use it as a hammer. As Ann came, she pulled his head into her crotch as her sex convulsed under his tonguing. 

After relaxing and floating for a minute, she grabbed his hair and pulled him back into her now very wet sex, saying, "I didn't tell you to stop! 

Keep going or I will have to punish you". As if on cue, Margaret picked up the crop and flipped the tip of it across the side of his cock. 

He jumped and feverishly went to work on her, giving her all of his attention. 

This one did not take as long as Ann's last climax. In no time at all John brought her over the edge. 

She jammed her now very wet sex into his face, while he feverishly worked on cleaning her up. Of course, this brought her up again and she rolled into yet another orgasm and then a few minutes later still another. 

Poor John's jaw was sore and the muscles in his mouth hurt but he didn't dare slow down or stop because Margaret was spurring him on with the crop every time Ann got close to her release. 

His cock was so hard that it hurt and the slaps backed him away from a climax but seemed to make his cock still harder every time she hit it. 

Finally, Ann could not come another time, she felt as if there wasn't a single orgasm left in her and had trouble moving off of John since her legs were so shaky.

She looked at Margaret and asked her if she wanted some. 

Margaret grinned and said, "Sure, I never pass up a chance to get eaten, especially since Gary is not too thrilled with going down on me. 

All he wants to do is come and go, leaving me warmed up and frustrated".

Ann looked at her and said, "Hmmmm . . it sounds like he needs some training" Can you get him over here so we can work on him a bit"?

Margaret replied, "I think so but first I want some of John's mouth work. 

Watching you get off sure makes me horny". Ann said, "OK, hop on and I will take care of things at this end". 

With that, Margaret climbed onto John's chest and slid her sex into his face. 

Ann called out; "EAT, NOW" and John went to work on Margaret's crotch. She leaned forward and held onto the headboard with both hands while John used his flutter technique on her now hard clit. 

God it felt good! She blasted into an intense climax, involuntarily squeezing John's head with her legs as she came. 

While this was going on, Ann was busy with John's painfully hard cock. She had lubed it up generously and was aggressively stroking it. 

The moment he started to respond to a particular stroke, she would stop and do something else. It was maddening and if he didn't have his mouth full of hot crotch, he would have been begging for release. 

After Margaret's 3rd or 4th orgasm, Ann started using the crop on his cock to spur him on. Again, as before, she would smack him with the crop to get him to go faster as Margaret approached her orgasm. 

After the 5th or 6th climax, Margaret felt she could not come any more . . . well maybe just ONE more, which poor John dutifully gave her.

As Margaret climbed off of John, Ann reached over, unsnapped his ankle restraints and motioned for Margaret to do the same with his wrists. 

When he was finally sitting up, Ann told him that he would have a 30 minute break to get a little snack and go to the bathroom (if he could with that painfully hard cock).

Besides all of those orgasms had made her hungry and she needed the break as well.

John immediately went into the bathroom and the 2 girls talked about Gary and what it would take to get him over there.

They decided that if he got a chance to realize his favorite fantasy of 2 girls playing with him and with each other, he would not be able to resist and would do anything to make it happen. 

While John was in the kitchen eating some fruit and cheese & crackers, Margaret called Gary. She explained that she was over at Ann's and they both were extremely horny and wanted him to come over and take care of them. 

He said, "You're kidding, right"? And she said that no she wasn't, she and Ann were serious. He did have to take a shower and put on his warm-up suit before coming over though. 

It was interesting to hear his voice and breathing change as he realized that his fantasy was going to come true. 

It was like dangling a treat just out of reach in front of a puppy dog and watching him eagerly jumping to try and get it.

Ok, so what do they do about John? They decided to keep him in the bathroom until they could get Gary under control and sat there quietly planning their next moves while John finished his snack in the kitchen. 

Ann checked her "toy box" and found a set of nylon and Velcro wrist and ankle restraints. They weren't fleece lined like the ones that John was wearing but had the advantage of going on very quickly. 

She also came up with another blindfold. This was getting better by the minute.

Once John's half hour was up, the girls put his blindfold back on, put the penis gag back in his mouth, snapped his wrists behind his back and sat him down on the closed toilet in the bathroom. 

Ann instructed him not to move from there. If he did move, things would be VERY bad for him.

Then the girls went about cleaning up a little. A fresh dry towel was put on the bed and the ropes were dropped back down on the floor at the corners of the bed. 

Ann dug in her closet and got out a couple of Victoria's Secret baby dolls which they both put on. 

It wasn't long before Gary showed up. He was excited and a little bit unsure because he couldn't believe his fantasy was actually going to be realized.

He came in like an eager puppy, ready to do anything in order to get that treat. As it was, he could hardly take his eyes off of Ann's perfect breasts. Obviously her firm C cups and large nipples had him going.

Ann and Margaret explained the rules: since they were going to be naked he had to be too; he could not touch them or himself until given permission to do so and if he disobeyed, he would be severely punished. 

He quickly agreed eager to see the two girls in action. One more thing, said Ann, "we are going to put these wrist straps on you and snap your wrists together so you will not be able to touch us until we are ready. 

He thought for a moment (with his "little head" and agreed, holding out his arms). 

Ann looked at the tent in his pants and said to Margaret, "maybe we should put one on there too"! They both giggled.

Margaret picked up the riding crop and smacked it on the coffee table and said, "Get those clothes off NOW". 

Gary, startled by the noise, quickly pulled his top off and sat down to untie his shoes. Ann smacked the table again and said "I said now, get with it"! 

He scrambled to get the knots untied and quickly pulled off his shoes and pants, taking his shorts off at the same time. Boy was his cock hard. It bounced up and stuck straight out once it was freed from his shorts. 

Margaret took his hands and pulled them behind him where she snapped his wrists together. She reached up and patted his cheek saying, "See; now we are sure you will be a good little boy". 

He didn't know what to say so he said nothing. This was a completely new experience for him and he didn't quite know what to make of his wife's and Ann's behavior. 

They marched him into the bedroom and had him sit up on the bed, leaning against a couple of pillows at the headboard. 

Margaret looked at Ann and said, "You know, I think we need a little insurance just to keep things under control". With that she reached down and retrieved the ropes from the corners of the headboard and tied them to his wrist restraints. "There", she said, "That will keep you safe while we put on our show. 

There he was, arms tied behind him, sitting at the head of the bed with all three of his legs straight out. 

Margaret bent down and took the entire length of his cock into her mouth, causing him to moan and squirm because he couldn't move into her. 

Sliding off of him, she said to Ann, "This is pretty nice, do you want some"? 

Ann immediately bent down and did the same causing Gary to tighten and try to thrust into her mouth (which he couldn't do because of the way he was tied). 

Ooooh, he groaned, causing the girls to look at each other and grin. Then Ann reached out and began to caress Margaret's breast and now hardening nipple. 

Gary was frozen in place; the sharp gasp of his taking a breath as Ann pulled on Margaret's nipple through the baby doll told them that they had his "full" attention. 

Margaret said, "wait a minute" and slipped off the top of the outfit so Ann would have better access to her nipples. 

Ann quickly did the same and started back in on Margaret, Twisting and pulling on her nipples until she bent over and started sucking one. 

Gary could hardly believe his eyes and was his cock hard! He wanted to stroke it as he watched, but the restraints prevented all but minimal movement. Was he getting frustrated!

Now the girls were getting into it, getting each other hotter and hotter with the nipple play and now wonderful strokes on their vulvas and hardening clits. 

Soon the bottoms came off and they started to 69 each other. Gary almost cried with frustration, completely unable to touch himself and unable to take his eyes off of the two girls. 

This went on for about half an hour until both girls had climaxed. Gary was, at this point, begging to be released, telling them that he was so hot that he was going to burn up if he didn't cum right away. 

Margaret leaned over and sucked in his cock, teasing the underside with her tongue before pulling off with a loud smack from her intense suction. 

"Do you mean like this"? She said after she pulled off. Gary's response was "Ogogohgogohgod, please, more please please, please. Ooh, I'm so hard it hurts. 

Ann walked over to him and pressed her breast into his mouth, saying, "Does this make the wittle boy feel better? 

As he started to suck on her hard nipple, she pulled out and said "there, there, it will be all right" as she patted him on the head. Now he was REALLY frustrated.

Ann told him that they would give him the best orgasm of his life, but they would give it to him only when they were good and ready, and that he had to behave if he wanted to cum. 

His response was "Oh yes, yes, anything, anything please let me cum".

They decided that it was time for the next step. Putting the blindfold over Gary's eyes, Ann said that they were going to have a little contest and that he had to identify which of them was sucking on his cock. 

When he correctly named the one who was sucking him, he would get to cum. His sharp intake of breath was all the answer they needed. 

First one and then the other went down on him; licking, sucking and teasing him in rapid succession. 

There was no way to tell who was on him at a given moment, which just increased his need until he was ready to scream. 

Then Ann got the vibrator and started in on his nipples. "My, my! What is this? The little nipplies want some attention too"! While Anne worked over his nipples, Margaret went to town on his cock, eager to try out what she had learned earlier in the day.  

After sucking Gary until she was sure he was somewhat close, she stopped and blew on his wet cock. 

"Oooooh" was his response, please don't stop". Her reply was, "Now don't you worry, if you behave yourself you will get to cum soon enough". 

Sitting next to him, she lubed her hands and started stroking his cock, using the same slooow technique that she had learned from Ann. 

He started to gasp, whine and plead to be allowed to come. When Ann thought he was getting close, she stopped working on his nipples so it wouldn't affect Margaret's work on his cock. 

His reactions were quite similar to John's -- the same tightening and increase in muscle tension as his body became more rigid. 

When she thought he couldn't take another stroke, she stopped. He just hung there, hardly able to breathe, his body rigid and his cock pulsing and bobbing, searching for that elusive contact that would bring him over the edge. 

Of course, he wasn't going to get it this round. When she thought he had cooled off just the slightest little bit, she slid her hand quickly down his cock, holding it hard as she did so. 

He gasped and started to shake. She looked at Ann and grinned, mouthing "thanks". 

They let him cool down for a couple of minutes and then took him up to the edge again. 

After repeating this cycle a couple more times, Ann went and got John out of the bathroom. 

She had him crawl up onto the bed between Gary's legs while Margaret used a hand towel to wipe off Gary's cock. 

Positioning John's head over his cock, she said "I have a surprise for you. You have 30 seconds to tell which one of us is doing you". 

With that she pushed John's head down, forcing Gary's very hard cock into his mouth, and holding him there while Margaret gave him several sharp smacks on his ass with the crop. 

He got the message and started sucking, hoping to get Gary off quickly. 

Interesting thought Ann, I would have expected more of a fight from him on this, but here he is sucking Gary like he has been doing it for years.

I'm going to have to explore this further. 

Meanwhile John was sucking Gary's cock like there was no tomorrow. Ann thought it might be because he wanted to get it over with but now she was not so sure. . . 

Getting Gary off quickly was not to be, however, for when Ann sensed that he was starting to get close, she pulled John's head off his cock, leaving it bobbing there looking for that warm mouth. 

John started to say something, but a sharp slap with the crop quieted him right down. 

Gary couldn't figure out what was going on and started to say something also but Margaret put her hand over his mouth and said, "Shhhh . . not now", letting Gary cool down a little.

Ann motioned for Margaret to take over with John as she got off the bed and walked over to the nightstand where the Feeldoe was sitting on a hand towel. 

Putting some lube on the bulb end, she slipped it inside her. She then lubed "her" cock generously and climbed on the bed behind John. 

Nodding to Margaret to push his head down onto Gary's cock, she started to apply steady pressure on his little rosebud with the tip of "her" cock.

Slowly he relaxed and allowed her to slip into him. He held still and did not suck until the dildo was inside him. 

After he had adjusted to it, she began to move slowly in and out of his ass. 

Margaret guided his head onto Gary's cock in time with the thrusts in his ass, so as the dildo went in, so did the cock. He was now getting it from both ends. 

Margaret was getting so hot that she let go of John's head and started working on her clit.

John continued sucking, letting the driving force of Ann's "girlcock" push him onto Gary's cock while Margaret quickly got herself off.

Ann was having trouble holding back as well and started to pick up the pace of her thrusts into John's now hungry ass. 

Nodding to Margaret to let Gary come, she let herself go and fucked John as hard and as fast as she could. 

Suddenly Gary started to moan and take short breaths as his body tightened and arched. 

Ann nodded to Margaret to hold John's head down when Gary came to be sure that he took the entire load. She could not hold back any longer and crashed over the edge into a wrenching orgasm, which forced John hard onto Gary's cock and triggered his climax. 

He convulsed and howled as he shot into John's mouth and throat. All John could do was stay still as there was a cock buried in each end, immobilizing him. 

He could feel Gary's cock pulse as he shot into his throat and didn't really taste his cum until his cock had softened enough for some of it to reach the back of his tongue, it did not taste as bad as he thought it would. 

He still didn't know who was on the other end of that cock but was in no position to ask. 

Ann slowly pulled out of his ass, even though his body wanted it in there, it wasn't to be. 

Margaret then asked Gary "which one of us do you think that was"? Gary said, I don't know, It was different from you so it must have been Ann.

"Wrong" was the reply, "but don't worry, you will have another chance to figure it out".

Ann pulled John back and had him stand up and stay put. Then both girls unsnapped Gary's wrists and helped him slide down and over to one side of the bead. 

Margaret tucked a pillow under his head and said, "Comfy honey"? He responded "MmmHmmm". 

She replied, "Well, you just relax because we have more surprises for you". 

With that, both girls took his left arm and fastened it to the corner of the headboard and then his right arm to the center. Then Margaret lightly played with his cock and balls to get him started up again. 

After a minute or so of the tickling, she leaned down and sucked him into her mouth rapidly 3 times in succession, each time harder than the last, letting him slip out of her mouth with a pop. 

She then asked "Did you like that honey"? He moaned and said "Oh yesss". 

She replied, "Well, if you want any more of that you are going to have to do EXACTLY what you are told and you must be absolutely quiet, if you make a single sound, you will be punished.

Is that clear"? "Yes, I understand" he responded.

"QUIET", she said, "I did not give you permission to speak" and flicked his hard cock with a snap of her finger, startling him and deflating his hard-on a little. 

Ann then moved John to the other side of the bed where she and Margaret fastened his arms to the headboard like Gary. 

As she climbed over Gary to tie John's arm, Ann dragged her breast across Gary's mouth, causing him to move up to get more of it. 

"Later" she said, "I just want to make sure that you are interested" and grinned at Margaret. 

Then they fastened John's legs, one to the corner of the bed and one to the center post. Margaret picked up the ankle straps and handed one to Ann.

They mouthed a count "One, two, three" and simultaneously fastened them around Gary's ankles. 

Ann got the rope from the bottom corner of the bed and fastened it to Gary's left ankle. He started to protest but Margaret said "Ah Ah" and he lay still. 

Hmmmm . . so he IS trainable, thought Margaret. Ann got another rope and completed the job by fastening his other ankle to the center post as well. 




Hers Again



The two girls looked at each other and grinned. This was going to be fun! 

Ann went over and got a towel, the lube and several toys, which she set out on the bed between the boys. Then they each knelt on a leg, just above the knee and started in on the cocks. Margaret bent down and sucked Gary for a while until he was moaning and squirming. 

Ann decided to go with the lube and slow strokes instead. Straddling the boys legs soon had both girls grinding their crotches on their legs while working on their cocks. 

Looking at each other, they both got up, straddled the hard cocks they had been playing with and lowered themselves onto them. 

In a loud voice Ann said "you are not to cum, if you feel that you are too close you may speak, but that is it". 

With that, they went to work on getting themselves off. It didn't take Gary long before he said "Please stop, I can't hold it". 

Margaret immediately slid off and patted his cheek telling him that he was a good boy. She then slid up and pressed her crotch into his face, commanding him to "eat me"! 

He struggled and turned his head until Ann picked up the crop and smacked his hard cock with it. "Ooooww" he cried. 

Margaret then asked him, "Do you want more"? To which he replied, "No, that hurts". 

Her response was, "Well then, get busy" as she pulled his head into her crotch. She could tell that he was having a difficult time giving her what she wanted, so she nodded to Ann who promptly gave his cock a double slap.

Even with Margaret on his chest, Gary jumped and began to feverishly lick and suck her crotch, working his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Gently she guided him to her clit and told him "Suck -- nicely, or you will get more".

Now he really applied himself. He wasn't as good as John had been but he was getting the hang of it. In the meantime, Ann was rapidly approaching her own orgasm; John was holding out and staying away from his release quite successfully. 

Finally Ann arched, came and collapsed on top of him. After a moment, she slid her crotch into his face and musically said "Cleanup time"! 

John immediately went to work getting as much of her sweet nectar out of her as he could. His efforts were shortly rewarded by a juddering climax as she pulled him into her crotch by his hair and came again.

It took Gary another ten minutes to get Margaret off and when she came she used his ears to hold him in place, which caused him to squirm until Ann reached over and smacked his hard cock yet again. 

When Margaret came back from her little trip to heaven, she realized that she had Gary's head squeezed between her legs quite tightly. She let him breathe and told him to get busy and lick her clean. This time there was no hesitation.

The two girls got up and walked into the other room to get some water and talk a bit about their next "adventure" with the boys. 

Margaret walked back into the bedroom to get her glass and saw Gary turn his head to the side and whisper "Is that you John"? 

She immediately cried out "WHAT do you think you are doing? I told you to be QUIET! How DARE you disobey me"! 

Ann, hearing the commotion, came rushing into the bedroom asking what had happened. Margaret explained what she had seen and heard and asked what we should do about it. 

Ann went over and untied the ropes holding Gary's feet from the bottom of the bed and handing one of the ropes to Margaret, told her to tie it to the top of the headboard. 

She took the other one and the two of them pulled his legs up over his head and tied them there, leaving his ass exposed. 

Next, Ann took the butt plug and slipped a fresh condom on it while motioning for Margaret to lube Gary's ass. When Margaret hit Gary's rosebud with the cold lubricant, he jumped and tried to move away. Ann promptly smacked his ass with the riding crop. 

It only took 2 whacks to get him to lie still. While Ann stroked his stiffening cock, Margaret worked the lube and her fingers into his ass, twisting and turning her hand to stretch him. 

When he was fully hard and stretched somewhat, she reached over, lubed the butt plug and began to slowly work it into Gary's ass. 

Finally, it slipped in with a quick "squitch", and she got up to wash her hands. 

Meanwhile, Ann had picked up the yarn and, after tying it around Gary's cock and balls, pulled it up and tied the end to the headboard as well.

Both his legs and cock were now holding his ass up for the girls to work on. And work on it they did. With Margaret scolding Gary for disobedience, Ann went to work on his butt with the riding crop, smacking the base of the butt plug as well as his now very red bottom. 

Margaret delighted in watching Gary's cock jump whenever Ann hit the butt plug with her crop. It wasn't long before Gary was begging for them to stop, promising to be good and not disobey any more. 

Meanwhile, John was listening to the goings on and feeling very good that he was not on the receiving end of the harsh treatment. He still did not know who Ann had brought over to join them in this exercise, but he wasn't about to say anything. 

When the girls had decided that Gary had enough, they started stroking his cock and cooing to him, "There, there, does the wittle boy feel all better now? You know you mustn't be naughty". 

Margaret very quickly had him squirming and breathing hard as she slowed her strokes and kept him just short of a climax. She would slow down and stop just before he exploded and let him cool down for a minute or two. 

Then she would work on his nipples and start moving the butt plug in his ass, which would cause his cock to straighten up and get achingly hard all over again. 

Then she would stroke, pull and tickle his balls until he was squirming and moaning. Once he was hard and dripping, she would start in again with the stroking, repeating the process all over again. 

Ann, who was quite turned on by the whipping she had just given Gary, decided to mount John and have him eat her. 

Straddling his head and sitting on his chest, she used his hair to pull his face into her crotch, telling him to "get to work, now"! 

Watching Gary squirm, moan and beg for release turned her on all the more and it didn't take long for John to bring her to a juddering orgasm.

He continued to lick and suck her sex as she gradually relaxed and then cycled back into another climax. 

Oooh, this was heaven, watching Gary arch and squirm while John brought her off was just incredible. 

She continued to float in and out of her climaxes for almost an hour, delighting in Gary's, moaning and begging as he was kept just short of release by Margaret for the same period.

Since Gary had been tied for over an hour now, the girls untied his legs from the headboard and loosened the yarn holding his cock and balls, allowing him to slowly return his legs to the bed. 

They decided that it was better to leave the butt plug in, because he had not cleaned himself before the session. 

Once he had returned to a more comfortable position, Margaret tightened up the yarn holding his "package" and tied it off to the bottom of the bed frame, forcing his cock to point slightly downward towards the foot of the bed, even though it was still rock hard. 

After doing this, she went into the kitchen and got a water bottle. Gary was so thirsty that he finished half of it. 

John said, "No thank you, Mistress", when asked if he wanted some water as well. 

By now it was dark and almost time to end the play, so the girls each sat by their respective guys and started back in on the teasing and stroking. 

They traded back and forth as each of them tried to see how close they could get the boys to a climax. This went on through 8 or 9 cycles until both were squirming, gasping and moaning, as well as pleading for release. 

Deciding that it was time, they stroked "their" cocks rapidly and then slowed down, way down, stroking slower and slower as they tried to delay the orgasms as much as they could. 

Finally, nodding to each other, they gave each cock 3-4 rapid downward strokes, which was enough to send both boys over the edge. 

They simultaneously gasped and shot -- Gary hitting his chest and face as Margaret directed the stream upwards, and John shooting straight up into the air, depositing his load onto his stomach and chest. 

Both boys were completely drained by their orgasms and lay there like limp dishrags, so wiped out that they were unable to even move.

Both girls had big grins on their faces -- "Cheshire Cat" grins -- as they sat there enjoying their handiwork. 

After a bit, they started untying the boys, who were feeling pretty stiff by this time. Ann decided to leave John blindfolded and told him to stay on the bed while Margaret got Gary up and into the bathroom to shower and clean up.

Once he was done, Margaret got him, and herself, dressed and they quickly left. 

After they had gone, Ann told John that it was OK to remove the blindfold and helped him walk shakily into the bathroom. 

When they both had showered and washed each other, they got dressed and finished cleaning up the bedroom. When John asked Ann "Who was here with us, was it your girlfriend Margaret"? 

Ann responded with, "It is better if who they are stays a secret. After all, we might do this again and I don't want you making any plans".

John had mixed feelings about her comment -- not about who was there with them, but about the thought of doing this again. . . 



Hers and His



Trying to recount this story really messes with the grammar of the English language.

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Wow, what a ride. It all started about six months ago, and it is only now that I am able to spend the time to recount the story. My wife, Julie, and I were on a mum & dad only holiday for two weeks. We had the most amazing time in Vietnam & Laos. The children stayed home, attending school and staying nights with both sets of grandparents. It had been several years since we'd done a holiday together, and as the children are both in high school this was by far the longest time Julie had been away from the children since they were born.

We essentially did a big clockwise circuit from Hanoi, down through Vietnam to Ho Chi Minh City, across the border to Laos then north and back Hanoi. We travelled as much to the out of the way places as possible to really experience this absolutely breathtaking part of the world. We really got into the people and culture as much as possible. At times we were way out of our depth with the language, and experienced some really bizarre things - especially in the food department. Fortunately we are both quite open to trying new & different things. During the trip we stayed in all sorts of accommodation from 5 star opulent luxury, to very basic "guest houses" which were little more than grass huts way up in the mountains in areas not frequented by tourists. 

Late on the second last day of the trip, we were on the last leg back into Hanoi to catch the flight home to Australia, the following afternoon. We were way off the beaten track well up in the mountains staying in a very small town not frequented by tourists. We'd visited many markets throughout the trip, and have many tails to tell of those experiences alone. This particular market caught us by complete surprise. To look at it was just like all the others, yet had a completely different atmosphere. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time, and even now I struggle to make any sense of it. For a start the wares all seemed much older, and strikingly more authentic. I'd collected some really beautiful pieces already on the trip, and was starting to wonder how we were going to get it all home.

Julie has a real jewellery fetish, especially for something really different. Anyway the booths at this market were ancient, with oil lamps. Electric lighting was almost non-existent, as were all electrical appliances come to think of it. There were practically no other Europeans at all in this part of the world. The air was thick with a menagerie of aromas produced from the many stalls selling cooked food for the evening meal. Here in the tropics there isn't much twilight, and it had gotten dark pretty quickly. We were just wondering around the area eating anything that looked interesting, it all smelt great. We were wondering how we were going to survive on the Western cuisine once we got home.

Julie wondered into this booth and that, each time greeted enthusiastically by the merchant. They couldn't speak much English, and as through most of the out of the way places on this trip, the bartering was performed with chalk and blackboards (or a calculator at times) with the vendor and purchaser taking turns to write down a price until an agreement was reached. The Aussie dollar was very strong compared to the Dong, and we were able to pick up any manner of trinket for just a few dollars. These markets seemed a little more expensive than all the others, but we simply put it down to the possible authenticity of the items for sale. Still they were quite reasonably priced when using western currency.

It was one particular booth, right at the edge on the maze of streets that really caught Julie's interest. I would get to the point where I would just wait outside with our back packs while Julie would briefly wonder inside. I stood outside this booth for a while then wondered a couple of booths down to check out the food on offer. I bought some "meat on a stick" and stood by waiting for Julie. There was still no sign of her, so I wondered inside to see what the holdup was. Through the front entrance, which was just a tent like all the others, there was a left hand turn that went through the door to a building. I kept going, smiling keenly to the old lady who sat at the door greeting me warmly. The place was full of tables completely covered with all manner of artefacts. Some small, some large, wooden, stone, porcelain, but mostly metal -- bronze.

I was immediately captured by the items on display, and examined many items very closely under the glow of the few oil lamps operating in the room. I went up a flight of dimly lit stairs where I found Julie completely engrossed in a table of rings. They were absolutely beautiful hand crafted bronze, gold, silver, etc. She would reach right up to the back of the table, pick up various pieces look at them for a while, then place them back exactly how she had found them. There was a very old gentleman sitting on a stool behind the table, and each time Julie examined an item he would say a barely understandable "welly nic, yu by, yu by". Apart from Julie, the old man and I there was no one else in the upstairs room and a few tables of wares with an empty stool behind each one.

When Julie moved onto the next table the old man simply stood and walked around the back to sit on the stool at that one -- all very amusing. This table was right in the very dimly lit corner of the room. At first glance it looked just like any other table in the building. There were some small hand carved wooden boxes at the back of the table, some were very intricate while others were simple, but most of them quite dark with age. Some boxes had the lid open or removed and others were shut with boxes stacked up on top of them. The reaction from the old man changed when Julie started reaching to the boxes at the very back, amongst the old Buddas, carvings and things. A strange look came over his face, not quite of fear - more of apprehension. He would make a strange, guttural sound as each box was opened and the contents examined by Julie.

Julie called me over, and inside the boxes were different pieces of jewellery, necklaces, bracelets and rings. She found the reaction from the old man to be somewhat intriguing, bordering on disturbing. But Julie's reaction was nothing but desire and admiration. The jewellery was exquisite. She was getting that look in her eye, the one I knew all too well. She reached over the table moved a few items out of the way and picked up a small, very dark simple looking box that had some ancient symbols carved on it. The old man just sat there with a stone look on his face, not making a sound and not moving. Julie carefully opened the lid and inside was a silk pouch. She placed the box gently on the table in front of her, and untied the simple knot on the string of the pouch. She delicately reached into the pouch with slender fingers and pulled out a gorgeous little ring. She moved to the side to get a closer look at it under the oil lamp suspended from the ceiling, and let out a barely audible gasp.

She handled the ring as expertly as any professional aficionado. She still had the pouch in her hand and reached inside again and pulled out a similar yet larger ring, took one look at it, let out another gasp and handed it to me. Now I am an admirer of all things of beauty, and this ring even impressed me. It was clearly larger than the first, and it didn't take me long to work out that the rings were a matching pair -- one for him and one for her. I kept glancing at the old man who was now shifting nervously on the stool, no longer making any eye contact with us. Julie asked him how much and he just ignored her. She moved a bit to be in the direction he was looking and asked again very quietly one of the few simple phrases of Lao that we had learnt -- "thao dai". He whispered something we could barely hear, let alone understand. Julie looked around the room and walked across the room and grabbed a small blackboard and rag that was on one of the other tables.

She returned and handed it to the old man, who reluctantly took it from her. He rubbed out the numbers that were on there from a previous sale, and slowly wrote 3M, which we had learnt meant 3million Kip -- or about 400 Australian Dollars. I raised my eyebrows and Julie just smiled, took the board and rag, and wrote 1M. He waved his hands and shook his head saying "Baw, Baw" -- no no. This was not the reaction either of us expected, Julie pushed the board towards him, and he wrote 2.8 - $380AUD. Julie was now handling both the rings with that look in her eye. I knew this was going to end with us having a beautiful pair of matching rings, and the single largest transaction of the whole trip. Even a night in the 5 star hotel hadn't cost this much.

I just said "It's completely up to you Julie, they are really beautiful." She put the smaller one on one of her fingers and placed the larger on one of mine, they fitted perfectly. So a few moments later she nodded at a negotiated price of a little over $350. The old man yelled out over his shoulder and a young girl in her late teens suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She came over and had a brief exchange with the old merchant, while looking us up and down. She grunted a few times and said in very hard to understand broken English and pointing at both of us, "yu bi carlful, welly welly carlful. Yu ray down to kiss, yu ray down to kiss with ling on and off". Julie and I just looked at each other, not understanding what she meant. We persevered, but she just kept repeating herself. We took a while but worked out what we thought she was saying and repeated it to her, even though it made no sense to us. "We lie down and kiss with these?"

"Yes, Yes, Yes -- on off on off" she kept nodding. Julie put the rings back into the pouch and then the box and closed the lid. The old man placed the box on a pile of brown paper and wrapped the box in front of us as Julie held out the cash. He said nothing as the transaction completed. Julie said "Khawp Jai -- Sohk Dee Der" -- thankyou and goodbye, and we walked slowly down the stairs and out onto the street. I was in a bit of a daze. We wondered around aimlessly for about an hour longer without significant incident, and eventually got our bearings and headed back to our simple accommodation. We were absolutely worn out as we were at the end of every day on this trip. While I was in the bathroom, Julie had packed our few purchases of the day into one of her bags in preparation of the trip out in the morning. 

We showered and fell into bed and sleep without much conversation. The next morning we started the journey out of the mountains back to Hanoi. We got there with plenty of time to catch our flights home. We had a few hours at the airport in Singapore, where we just relaxed in the familiar western surroundings. As much as we both love travelling, it is always such a relief to read signs and speak in English. We arrived home the next morning - Sunday, on the red eye, greeted eagerly at the airport by our two wonderful children. Julie's Father dropped us all home, and we unpacked in front of the children who kept asking all sorts of questions while we handed them trinket after trinket. They looked at everything with abandoned curiosity. 

Monday morning we both reluctantly went back to work. A few nights later after the children had gone to bed, Julie was sitting with me in the lounge with a couple of bags going through the souvenirs we had returned with. I asked about the rings, and she said they were safely in her jewellery box -- which is more like a whole room in itself. I said that we should put them on, and with that she untangled herself from the items we had been looking at and walked off to the bedroom. I had had the thought of these rings constantly in my head for the days since we had bought them. I had also gotten a very strange feeling when we showed them to the children -- nothing concerning, just different. I could not describe (even now) the feelings that came over me when I thought about them. 

Julie returned a couple of moments later with the box, and sat down close to me on the couch. I hadn't seen the rings since we showed the children on our return the other day. As Julie handed me the box, I made a comment about feeling weird and opened the box. Julie just looked deep into me with her eyes wide open, and said "Yeah, I got a weird feeling the moment I touched the box back where we bought them. In fact I wasn't really interested in this box I was just moving it aside to get at something else and as soon as I touched it, I can't tell you why I just had to open it."

I had simply attributed my feelings to the bizarre experience of buying the rings. I untied the string, and upended the pouch, dropping the rings into the palm of my hand. I took the small one, and pushed it onto Julie's finger and then the large one onto one of mine. They really were wonderful -- and I could appreciate them even more in the light. "I really like these, and am so glad we bought them. I think we would have regretted not buying them every time we thought of them", I said. 

"Me too", Julie said in a sultry voice, still gazing deeply into my eyes. I deeply loved this woman for everything she had done for me, and everything we had experienced together over the years. We were both in our early forties, and both regularly attended the gym. To say we were in excellent shape would be an exaggeration, but we did look pretty good.

"I think we should wear these rings together and often", I said and leaned over and kissed Julie. There was instantly a spark, and Julie suggested we head to bed. I stood up, offered her my hand and helped her up. We walked around the house, turned off a few lights and met up in our bedroom. As Julie came in, she closed the door -- which only happed when we did not want to have one of the children walk in on us. I undressed and fell onto the bed, Julie followed and we were soon embraced. We started rubbing and kissing each other and the passion rose. Julie opened her mouth and our tongues met, I started to go all numb as we continued our foreplay.

Suddenly there were no sounds and I had no sensations at all. Even the dim bedside lamp had disappeared. I had no idea what was happening, all I could think of was the nothingness as consciousness faded. We don't know how much time passed, but I woke up to Julie's stirring. I opened my eyes with a foggy head, as you have when you wake from a deep sleep. I was completely disoriented and waited for my eyes to come into focus. Hearing returned and I was tingling all over as Julies face slowly came into view. I felt her breath on my cheek as she was starting to move and just as I made sense of what I was seeing, I heard a deep groan. I was looking at myself, as my face was pulling away from me and started sitting up. I heard my voice say what the hell is happening -- only it wasn't me saying it. There was a look of terror on the face I was staring at, my face. I instinctively reached forward and grabbed the hand coming towards me and that is when I saw my hand, it was smaller and more slender. I was struggling to sit up now and with my head still spinning my panicked voice was repeating, "What is happening, what the hell is happening to me?" I looked around, and as I looked down I immediately saw two lumps and froze. I pulled my hands to my chest and cupped a breast in each hand. My jaw dropped and I looked straight into my eyes, just as I do when I look in the mirror. Only this time it was different. There was a look of terror on my face, and there was no mirror!

I stood up and took a step towards the bedroom light. As I did I fell against the wall hitting hard with my shoulder, I was really panicking now, and reached up for the light switch. I struggled to my feet, only to fall through the door into the ensuite landing hard on the counter. I paused and reached out to flick the light on over the sink. All the while my voice kept whaling, only I wasn't saying anything. I lifted my head to the mirror and looked right into Julie's eyes. Now I had joined in the chorus of "what the hell if going on?" I took some deep breaths as the breasts in the mirror before me rose and fell. I looked through the doorway at myself still sitting on the bed. "Calm down" I said, almost yelling, only this time I heard it was Julie saying it.

Propped with two hands on the counter the dizziness was fading. I dropped my head and looked further down, and I was looking down Julie's waist and legs. "Seriously, what the hell is going on?" I heard my voice say as I looked at me starting to stand up. I watched as I came towards me, only I wasn't moving. I saw my arms reaching out as I overbalanced and was struck around the shoulders by a huge weight that threatened to drive me through the glass shower door. Somehow I managed to stay on me feet and keep that body, my body, from pushing me over.

"Calm down" I said, "Calm down. We had better lay down again". We managed to stagger the few steps back to the bed, and we just both fell onto it.

I rolled over and staring up at the ceiling dazzled by the light, I heard my terrified voice say, "I'm you, and you're me!"

"Ahhhhhh", I said as things started to become clear.

"The rings", my voice, Julie said.

"Quick, take them off I said". We pulled the rings off and dropped them on the bedside tables and just laid there panting.

After a while "Lay down and kiss, on and off" suddenly came out of my mouth in Julies voice. We rolled together and kissed, which really felt strange as the sharp stubble rubbed against the outside of my mouth. Everything went blank again. Nothing. 

Consciousness returned to the sound of chirping birds. I opened my eyes and sat up. Julie was still asleep beside me as I stood and turned off the bedroom light as daylight was streaming in the window. That's strange I thought as I walked to the toilet, why would the light be on? I sat down and that is when it hit me. I remembered the strangest dream I had. It seemed so vivid. Just then Julie appeared at the door and asked "What the hell happened last night? My shoulder is so sore". That is the moment I realised it was no dream. It was somehow real.

Over the next few weeks, while alone, all we could talk about was trying to make sense of what had happened. Right at the beginning, we agreed to work it out together, and not mention a word of it to anyone. Apart from the one track conversations between us, life had returned to our normal routine of a working couple with teenage children at school. We had discussed at length, argued and even yelled at each other while trying to explain our unimaginable experience. We were able to agree that it was caused by the rings, but how it occurred we were at a loss. The rings were now safely locked in the safe downstairs in the study, and Julies shoulder was feeling all better.

It was a Saturday evening some time weeks later that I suggested we go and look at the rings. Maybe there was some clue inscribed in the intricate pattern on them. Julie agreed that after the children were asleep we would check it out. Dinner followed by a bit of TV, and then Julie went to check on the children and returned saying they were both fast asleep. She reached out to my hand and asked me to accompany her downstairs. As we went down the stairs, she said she had not been near the safe since we locked the rings in there. I agreed that I had also not opened it. We went into the study together and Julie watched with some in trepidation as I dialled the combination lock. I looked at her, swallowed, took a deep breath and twisted the handle to open the door. As I reached in and pulled out the box, I was overcome with that feeling again. Only this time it was more pleasant than weird. I handed it to Julie and she reluctantly took it from me.




Hers and His



I flicked on the computer as Julie placed the rings on the desk in front of me under the lamp. I pulled on my pair of reading glasses and examined each ring for any sign of letters I might recognise. Nothing. We had both exhaustively googled to try and find the meaning of the ancient symbols inscribed on the box, and make sense of our experience with nothing worth mentioning found. Then Julie shocked me somewhat by saying, "We could always just try it again".

If that wasn't a big enough shock, what I said completely floored me and a knot tied itself tightly in my stomach. "We better do it upstairs in our bedroom again though".

For some reason Julie put the rings back into the pouch and closed the lid of the box before starting to carry it upstairs. "It just seems safer this way" she quipped as I closely followed her up the stairs. We both had a nervous pit stop at the toilet and then lay down on the bed. Julie handed me the large ring and I slipped it on. We were both still fully clothed as we rolled together looking into each other's eyes. We confirmed again with each other that we were sure we wanted to try this, and our lips met. Slowly we started to kiss, and it took a few minutes to start to get really passionate. 

Then it happened, the numbness started, the lights went dimmer and the little background noise there was faded to nothing. With some dizziness, I rolled over and looked over at the clock and about three minutes had passed since I last looked at it. The clock I realised was on Julie's bedside table, so I lifted my head and looked over at the clock on my bedside table, and they were both saying the same time. "Three minutes" I said, with Julie's voice ringing in my ears.

"Yeah, how do you feel?" I heard my voice say.

"A little dizzy" I replied.

"Me too, but nothing as bad as last time"

"Yeah" I said.

We just lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling holding hands waiting for the disorientation to fade. It took a while but Julie was the first to sit up, in my body. I watched as she slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

"Careful" I said.

She stood and turned slowly around. This was all too strange, but the curiosity was over powering. She held her hands (my hands) out as she walked around the bed to me. I took one and sat up. I swung the legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up into the outstretched arms. We embraced, but for some reason avoided kissing. We just felt each other's back, shoulders, etc. It felt so weird being in such a close embrace with someone taller than me. "Let's try walking around" I said.

"Ok", Julie agreed quietly.

I was no longer dizzy, and started to take my first few steps, very gingerly with my arms held out for support. Crikey this was strange. We walked around the house a few times, before starting to feel comfortable with the different body shape and performance. I suggested we head back to the bedroom. As we did, I felt a strong hand grab my arse cheek and a voice giggle. We went through the bedroom door and I closed it behind us. I sat back down on the bed and we talked about our feelings. We had both agreed weeks ago, that we had probably changed back because we kissed after taking the rings off. I started to pull the ring off when Julie said, leave it on a few minutes. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, as she placed her hand on my thigh. I put my arms around the broad shoulders and offered my mouth saying we should lie down.

We both fell back onto the bed and our hands were exploring each other's body. Naturally I soon felt a hand on my chest. I was feeling the muscles of the legs under my hand. We continued to kiss for quite some time, but nothing happened. Julie had sometimes fantasised with me during sex about wanting to fondle and suck on a pair of breasts, and more! I would describe it as a very mild case of "bi curious". It was only ever mentioned in the heat of the moment during our lovemaking. The buttons on Julie's shirt that I was wearing started to be undone by two large strong hands. 

I rolled onto my back as the hands continued to explore. I watched the shirt being slowly opened and the lacy bra exposed. My head leaned in and started kissing all around the bra, avoiding the breasts. A hand went inside the bra and I was startled when I felt the contact on the nipple. I was starting to get quite aroused, and I was rubbing Julie's thighs. I reached a hand inside the pants and carefully wrapped my slender fingers around a hard shaft. Julie jumped and let out a loud sigh. My thoughts were in overdrive as I had my hand on another penis, but it was my penis! We both stopped and just stared into each other's eyes. "Let's take the rings off now" I said.

Julie and I untangled and removed the rings. I looked at the clock, and we embraced and kissed. My eyes came into focus and I looked at the clock -- three minutes had passed. This time there was only a slight dizziness with almost no disorientation. But what happened during those three minutes? Julie stirred and sat up. She said she felt fine. I reached for her, as the shirt was still open and the lacy bra in full view. We again fell into each other's arms, only this time it all felt completely normal. I unhooked the bra, and we started to undress each other, just as we had done countless times before.

We were soon naked and fondling each other. Tongues met and hands wondered. When I reached between her wonderfully toned legs, and up into her crotch, she was hot. She was extremely wet. I gently rubbed my finger from side to side on her clit. She asked me to stop as it would make her cum too soon. Julie pushed me onto my back and swung her leg over me. We kissed as the head of my cock aligned itself with her opening and she applied a strong pressure to impale herself ever so slowly onto me. This is one of my most favourite ways to enter Julie.

As she descended on me, she would pulse her vaginal muscles, causing me to twitch each time. I love it when she does that. She hit bottom and slowly rose up again. I couldn't control myself, and reflex action took over and I started to jerk my hips upwards thrusting back into her with force. My arms were around her shoulders and her tongue was down my throat. This was the first sex we had had since the first experience we had with the rings weeks ago. After only a few moments, I asked Jules to grind her clit into my pelvic bone as I was getting close, to which she complied, and shortly after was riding herself to climax. I soon followed, pumping her full of my cum. She collapsed on top of me, and we just lay there as I kept thinking about the events of the past couple of hours.

The next morning we discussed our latest adventure with the rings, which were now securely locked in the safe. Neither of us were so afraid any more, as we realised we had worked them out. We still had no idea how they worked, just how to work them. Again we agreed that this was something far too wild to tell anyone else. We ended the afternoon with a Sunday BBQ at friend's place, and went home at a respectable hour as it was a "school night". As we fell into bed that night we held hands and agreed that we looked forward to the next experiment with the rings.

Mid week, a couple of weeks later, Julie informed me that both our children were invited to sleepovers the following Saturday night. We normally took these opportunities to go out and have dinner or a movie or something, but Julie had a glint in her eye, and we both said "the rings!" at the same time. The next two days just dragged on, and I found it really difficult to concentrate at work. At two on Saturday afternoon, I dropped our youngest at their friend's house. We had agreed with both sets of parents that we would pick up our children at lunch time the following day. I raced home as we had nearly 24 hours alone together.

As I pulled into the garage, and walked into the house, Julie was already at the study looking impatiently at me. She walked over, opened the safe and pulled out the box. She opened it and removed the rings from the pouch. She slipped hers on and handed me mine. My cock started to rise. I said "wait a minute" as she headed for the stairs, "I want to try and find out what happens for three minutes". I opened the cupboard with the video camera and tripod and followed her to our room. Julie was wearing a skimpy camisole top and a loose pair of silk shorts she had also bought on our trip. She fell onto the bed as I put the camera on the tripod and arranged the clock so it was able to be seen by the camera. I pressed the record button, pulled off my shirt and joined Jules on the bed. This wasn't the first time we had recorded ourselves on the bed, but it had been a while. Julie pulled her mouth to mine and we kissed.

I came to, and slowly sat up. The dizziness was still there and it still took a moment for the eyes to come into focus, but it was now nowhere near the daunting experience of the first time. Julie stirred and sat up too. I still couldn't get used to the shock of seeing myself from this different angle, so to speak. I stood and walked to the camera and hit the stop and rewind buttons. Together we carefully headed to the lounge and Julie anxiously waited while I connected the camera to the TV. It still took some getting used to, being in the other body. I pressed the play button and our bedroom came up on the big screen. There was Julie waiting on the bed, and the clock said 14:36, I slid into view and we watched as the events that had just unfolded in the bedroom were played out in front of us. 14:37 we were now kissing, the clock ticked over to 14:38 and we were still kissing. Then suddenly we both went completely limp and just laid there. We watched in awe as the only thing that happened on the screen was the clock ticking over. 14:39, 14:40, 14:41.

There was movement and Julie was stirring -- well me. I sat up and walked towards the camera. The last image was Julie's hand reaching forwards, and with a little shake of the image the screen went black. We sat there for a moment while the tape rewound and I pressed play again. We both saw it, and we both agreed that apart from us falling limp on the bed, as if asleep -- nothing else visible happened. Julie was sitting next to me, rubbing the cock through the shorts she was wearing. It was obvious that she had a hard on. I instinctively dropped one hand to my thigh as the other grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

"So Andrew, what are we going to do for the rest of the day" I heard my voice say. Damn this takes some getting used to. Julie sat there rubbing her crotch.

I said "We've got so much time, let's not rush anything. We should just take things very slowly and see what develops", I said as I brought a hand up to my chest. I felt the nipple tighten as my fingers brushed against the breast through the silky camisole. I watched as Julie explored her new body as I was doing with mine. We both knew each other's and our own bodies so well, but from this completely different perspective it was all new to us. I reached a hand up under the top I had on, and cupped one breast then the other. My other hand had worked its way up into my crotch and was lightly feeling around down there. It all felt so familiar but completely different at the same time. I just kept watching Julie. Then she stood up and walked over to shut the curtains. Our house is pretty private inside, but we are still always careful. As she came back towards me, she stopped and pulled off the shorts -- almost falling over as she bent over.

There was no mistaking a boner under the red jocks I had put on that morning. Slowly she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed the jocks down the thighs. Julie stood up tall and there stood a proud erection, she just stared at it for a moment then her hand clasped around it. The look on her face was priceless, just like a child getting a new toy! She rubbed up and down for a short while, and then started bouncing around the room repeating "I've got a dick, I've got a dick".

By this time, I had lifted the camisole over my head and had a breast in each hand. I was fascinated. Julie's reaction was not what I had expected. She walked into the dining room as I watch, and picked up one end of our heavy dining table, marvelling at her new found strength. She walked slowly towards me not taking her eyes off me still repeating "I've got a dick", knelt down in front of me and brought her mouth to my bare chest. This was such an unusual experience, and I just sat back and soaked the pleasant sensations in. She fondled, and sensually kissed all over my upper body for quite some time, while I felt a tingling sensation down there. Continuing the encounter of her mouth with my nipples, her hand eventually began to rub at my crotch with a very delicate touch that was sending waves of pleasure all through me.

I could feel the heat and wetness growing, and I sat forward and wrapped my hand once again around the iron hard shaft that betrayed her level of arousal. I rubbed up and down, just as I had rubbed that cock so many times and a large amount of pre cum was oozing out. She pushed me back again and I lifted my hips as she hooked her fingers into the waist band of the pants I was wearing, and pulled them over my hips and down my legs. Julie always kept her bush cut short and neatly groomed, and as her hands moved back up my legs I eagerly parted them to allow her fingers access to my now pussy. She sat back on her heels as she knelt on front of me, and for a time, examined her pussy from this new perspective. Her fingers were all over me, and then she gently parted the lips wide and lowered her face to my crotch. I was in a trance as I watched her waste no time in pressing her tongue to my clitoris. "WOW!!! WOW!!!" I exclaimed. The feeling was so much more intense than the stimulation I got from my cock. She flicked her tongue from side to side with only the tiniest amount of pressure, causing me to twitch and groan.

After a short while the sensations were all too much for me, and I had to push her face away to gain my composure. This was not going to be easy to get used to and I was far too tense and inexperienced with these new feelings. I was however highly aroused, and as Julies stood and poked the cock toward my face, what else could I do but start kissing and licking. I stopped just long enough to stand up and sit her down, and then it was my turn to kneel. I planted a big sloppy kiss right on her mouth and immediately recognised the familiar taste of her pussy on her lips and tongue. I focussed on that for some comfort as I worked my way down. The hair on her chest shocked me back to the bizarre here and now as I placed my mouth around her nipples and flicked my tongue briefly then clamped down and sucked. That was something I really enjoyed her doing to me, but I think the sensation was far too different for her and she let out a small "ouch!"

We were in for a lot of learning in the next twenty hours or so. I persevered and continued lower, ran my tongue the length of the still rock hard cock, opened my mouth and simply took it in. It was as simple as that, and I concentrated on the memories of how a blow job felt when I was on the receiving end. I pumped my head up and down, building in speed and pressure. I must admit that I actually quite enjoyed the sensations of familiar cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Suddenly Julie stopped me. I looked into her eyes and saw frustration and dreamy pleasure all at the same time. She was having the same trouble I was.

I stood up and sat next to her on the couch. We just started talking and describing the sensations we had just experienced. We decided that we couldn't rush this even if we wanted to and discussed changing back for a while, then I suggested we just relax and watch something on TV to take our minds off the situation.

About an hour or so later I had to go to the toilet, and got up and walked out of the room. Realising this was going to be another education, I asked Jules to come too. I sat down on the toilet and relaxed as a stream of pee gushed out of me. Julie told me exactly how to wipe to ensure a good clean job. She said she should try, but was not comfortable standing, so she sat down and let it happen. She gave a shake and stood up. It's easy being a man.

As she stepped out of the bathroom she put her arms around me in a tight embrace. Our tongues met, and we kissed deeply. We are always so in tune with each other, and this really was no exception -- despite all the challenges. Julie's hands found their way to my arse and she was gently squeezing each cheek, just as I do to her in the same situation. I had my arms around the broad shoulders and was reaching up to meet the growing passion. We soon broke the embrace to walk into our bedroom. I had another growing knot in my stomach, as I had a very strong desire to try to push things lot further this time.

Julie fell backwards onto the bed, and I lied down on top of her. Her cock was again rock hard and pressed between us. The passion was really rising as we continued to kiss each other very deeply. She raised a knee between my legs, and I instinctively started to hump her thigh. The sensation was unbelievably stimulating. After only a few minutes, I let go of her mouth an spun around and straddled her face. Her cock was now right there in easy reach, just below my head. As her tongue again found my engorged clit, my lips closed around her cock as I commenced a slow rhythm of stimulation on the familiar organ.

I was soon panting on an unexplored plateau, and a few minutes later Julie pulled me off her. She gently turned me around and rolled me onto my back. My legs were apart and she manoeuvred between them and slowly lowered her face again to mine. There was now a rock hard cock dancing all around down there as our deep kissing resumed. Looking back it was such a beautiful experience, and comfortable way to lose my virginity for the second time in my life.

After some miss starts, the tip of her cock was soon resting against my swollen opening. She could feel it, I could feel it. She raised her face away from me, and looked into my eyes seeking approval, to which I simply smiled, and she shifted her weight ever so slightly and there was the head of her cock now just inside me as we looked intently at each other. She moved back a little and paused with the head back out of me. Again she shifted her weight and the pressure built, this time just a little more. Her self-control was outstanding as she continued to tease me as I have done to her so many times. Each thrust would allow her penis to enter me a little more. When I guess she was half way inside me she paused, but did not withdraw. Julie pushed all the way inside me and let out a guttural moan that told a great deal of how much she was feeling.

As she hit bottom I was full right up, and the pleasure was fantastic. Again she paused and then slowly withdrew, all the while she was moaning in pleasure, as was I. It didn't take long for us to come to a comfortable rhythm as she thrust all the way in and out in slow deliberate actions. The pace increased, as did the pleasure until she was really going at me. I was back on the plateau, I knew something was very close but I couldn't quite get there. Suddenly there was a whale coming from deep in her throat and some violent motions as Julie had her first male orgasm with her cock thrusting into me all the while.

Her reaction really caught me by surprised. Years of masturbating when I was young, followed by many years of sex and let's face it, a bloke never stops having a play, had taught me what to expect in an orgasm, and I knew the signs of one approaching. Julie had never had that experience, and she didn't know what to expect. Talking to her afterwards she was able to describe the feelings in tremendous detail.




Hers and His



After she calmed down somewhat she withdrew all the way from me, looked down at me knowing I hadn't yet reached my climax and immediately buried her face into my sopping pussy. I knew from the moment she made contact with me, that she would not let up until something happened. I was in such a state of arousal, as her tongue probed all around me, lapping at the cum she had just deposited. My hips were involuntarily bucking up and down and my upper body was thrashing all about as her tongue worked hard on my clit. I was stuck on the plateau of ecstasy for quite some time, until I had started to rub my breasts. The feelings continued to intensify from and already strong high.

Then I pinched my nipples triggering a massive wave that crashed through me. It started with some spasms down there and my clit went electric under her expert tongue. The wave passed up my abdomen and down my legs. It hit my chest with such energy that it forced out a very loud scream of pleasure. To try to describe the orgasm here with mere words would not convey the enormity of the experience. The female orgasm isn't quite as intense in the beginning like a male orgasm, but it just grows and keeps on growing.

Julie had an extreme look of satisfaction on her face as she removed herself from my still pulsing crotch. There was cum and juices all over her mouth and chin and she had a huge grin. She climbed up beside me, and I rolled away, allowing her to spoon me.

I fell asleep with hand cupping my breasts and a warm glow all over. A couple of hours later we awoke in the late evening. We quickly showered before we had a lovely dinner and a bottle of fine Australian red wine, over which we discussed in detail the events of the afternoon. We also decided that we should play it safe and switch back before we fell asleep for the night. After dinner we curled up together on the couch in front of some TV, before switching back around 22:00 without little more than exploring ourselves.

I awoke as usual at 06:00 on the Sunday morning with a seriously raging hard on. Soon after I was eating Julia's pussy with a much greater understanding of what she was experiencing. She soon shuddered to an intense orgasm before I entered her for some slow comfortable love making. We started off in the missionary position with strong deliberate strokes satisfying the both of us. I then pulled out and entered her from behind for a few minutes until Julie pulled away, pushed me onto my back and rode me by grinding into my pubic bone. Julie reached her second orgasm in less than 30 minutes just as I came deep inside her. She collapsed on top of me, and we "lied in" for quite some time. 

Over the next few weeks, we experimented to determine exactly what the "rules" were. We worked out that in order to switch, we both had to be wearing the rings, and conversely to change back, we both had to not be. If only one of us was still wearing a ring, nothing would happen. This went along with our hypothesis of the safety of an implied level of trust between the two of us. The laying down thing was only to insure we weren't injured as we passed out for the transition, and we proved that by sitting up in the couch with a couple of mattresses on the floor in front of us in case we rolled off. 

There also appeared to be no other limitation or side effect, however, one morning we were still "switched" as we called it, when our youngest came into our room early in the morning for a cuddle. It sort of freaked him out as for him everything was normal, but the language and fine idiosyncrasies were very confusing. We had to really concentrate to behave and use the same language of the other parent in order to keep control of the situation and convince him to go and put the TV on and that we would be out of bed shortly. After he left, Jules locked the door behind him, and we put things back to normal. That was quite an eye opener, as we had actually discussed interacting with other people while switched. We agreed right there, that it was not a wise thing to do -- even on the phone -- with other people who knew us.

We decided that while it would be fun to be out in public switched, it was just far too risky that we would run into someone we know, and have a conversation that might involve discussing something that either one of us knew nothing about. This was our private game, and to interact with others while switched would have to wait until we were on another trip away together...