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No Turning Back

By: swigby



It's a dangerous thing to underestimate the power of sexual fantasy. Some people know this by instinct and treat them carefully. Others, like my wife Carol and I, had to find out the hard way. We made the fantasy a reality. And now there's no going back.

Carol is in her mid-40s. Physically, she's a cute, girl-next-door type. No supermodel, but attractive. She has a great figure packed onto her short frame – full, round breasts and a bum that nicely stretches her jeans, but with a suitably slim waist. Her legs are strong, with solid thighs and round calves. 

Firm is a good word to describe her... no sagging, no stretch marks, no cellulite. Her skin is smooth and pink. Her full breasts and bum wobble just the right amount when she moves, which she does with a natural, if unintended, swagger.

She doesn't dress in a provocative way, because like many women with her build, she feels she's overweight. She doesn't have enough self-confidence to really strut. But when you see her in a snug fitting dress, high heels accenting her shapely legs... well, you want to see more.

My name's Frank. Maybe I'm the villain in this story. That's because I'm a rabid voyeur. And an exhibitionist. It's not an unusual combination, it turns out. For me, watching and being watched is like a powerful drug. Peeking into a bedroom, watching a sunbather, stealing glances at the gym... I get so excited it feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I suffer shortness of breath. My cock becomes a throbbing and insistent pressure between my legs that demands attention.

When it comes to being watched... that started even before puberty. When I came home from grade school, I'd run upstairs and take off all of my clothes, then dart past windows or go naked into the basement, leaving my clothes behind in my bedroom.... all the time with my little cock as hard as a rock. I didn't know what to do with it then. That came later, when I sometimes got up late at night and sneaked into the living room. I would slowly strip, imagining that I had a small audience. I would throw my pajamas out of reach. If anyone woke up, I would be caught. The idea of being seen was very exciting. Again, my cock would be so stiff that it would only take two or three strokes before a jet of cum was arcing across the living room. My lust-induced courage would evaporate immediately, though, and I would quickly clean up my mess and race back into bed, appalled at the idea of being caught in such a humiliating act.

When I got married, not a lot changed. My wife and I had a perfectly good sex life. I enjoyed making love to her. We were a bit old fashioned, I guess. We used condoms because that's the way we were brought up. We told ourselves it was because we weren't sure about the medical effects of the pill. And we stuck to the basics when it came to technique. No weird positions, no oral sex. Instead, I got my thrills by looking for ways to peek at her. If she was getting into her bathing suit, I would lurk outside the bedroom door and peek in. I would pretend I was the next-door neighbor who had snuck through the patio door to watch. If she was in the yard sunbathing, I would stand in the shadows behind a curtain and watch her. I would slowly take off my clothes, imagining that she was watching me, or that two or three other people were my audience. I would sometimes toss my clothes into the living room so that I had no quick escape. Standing there watching her, with my hard-on throbbing, I would gyrate my hips and do a little erotic dance for my imaginary audience before quietly moaning from the power of my orgasm, semen pulsing out of my twitching cock and splashing onto the floor.

Other times I would imagine taking pictures of her in lingerie and showing them to other men, or inviting men over to watch her in the shower. Before long, I was taking these fantasies farther, imagining her willingly putting on a show for a group of men, imagining them aroused, and finally, my wife yielding to her private desires to be used by many men at once.

But we'd been married for almost 10 years before we ever talked about our sex fantasies. It was a New Year's Eve and we'd been drinking at home, just the two of us. We decided it could be fun to tell each other one of our sex fantasies. But when I had to start, I was afraid she'd be disappointed that instead of putting her on a pedestal in my dreams, I wanted to peddle her like a tramp. At first I decided to keep it tame, that I fantasized about making love to her without a condom, or that I she would take my cock in her mouth. But I decided to risk being a bit more daring. After all, this was just a little fun, and I could always say later that it was the drink talking.

So I started by telling her how beautiful and sexy she was and how it was a shame that I was the only one who could enjoy that. I think I even said something nutty like, "With all of your luscious curves, God obviously created you for one reason – to bring pleasure to men." I told her the idea of showing her off to a number of men really turned me on. I recounted one of my many fantasies in which I invited anonymous men into the house. In my fantasy, after everyone had a few drinks, she would do a slow strip tease for them, while I watched from a dark corner. 

Carol seemed to be paying close attention to my story, but her expression was strangely neutral. There was no sign of anger, or that she thought my little story was ridiculous. Encouraged, and with the booze reducing my inhibitions, I said "I'm getting a hard-on right now just thinking about those guys watching you teasingly uncover your big breasts, slide down your panties and then stretch your arms to the ceiling, turning slowly so they can feast their eyes on your luscious naked body." I was really starting to get into it, but Carol was now looking down at her hands in her lap and I stopped short. I'd gone as far as I dared. 

Carol continued to looked at her lap for a few more moments. I went too far after all, I thought. Then she took a deep breath and looked up at me. "You'd like other men to watch me undress for them." It was a statement, not a question. I nodded. I was about to apologize. But her expression changed. Her eyes seemed suddenly to be pleading with me. "Would you like them to touch me, too, Frank?"

The blood pounded into my head, and into my throbbing cock. Her faced was flushed, and not just from the wine we were drinking. She was clearly excited. I answered slowly, in almost a whisper. "Yes, I'd like them to touch you, too."

"And you would just watch."

"Yes," I said. 

She turned her head and stared for a few moments out of the patio door into the night. She had a strange, faraway look in her eyes that I would come to recognize later. She was living some private fantasy at that moment. I asked her to tell me what she was thinking, but when she turned back to me, she kissed me with wet lips, then deeply with her tongue. It didn't take long before she was on my lap, lowering her very wet pussy onto my bone-hard erection. I somehow managed to grab a condom and roll it on with shaking fingers. With my next thrust, she came, arching her back, digging her fingers into the back of the sofa, then crying out like I'd never heard her before, her whole body rigid as the wave of pleasure broke over her. 

Carol had never had an orgasm like that before. Never that fast, never that powerful. And after that night, nothing was the same in our lives again.

***

I was distracted for weeks. It was clear that my wife was very much aroused by the idea that she would strip for a group of men, even let them touch her in some way, while I watched. I couldn't think at the office and my work started to suffer. My head was filled with erotic images – my wife reaching back to undo her bra as a group of men, breathing hard, watches intently; her full breasts wobbling back and forth as they are caressed by several hands; another man's lips closing around her nipple, sucking it into his mouth; her thickening nipples springing erect, being pulled hard by strong hands—not mine – lifting her breasts up and then letting them fall back, swaying and jiggling; Carol moaning quietly. Then, an erect cock brushing her face, straining towards her. She turns and opens her mouth to take it in...

I wanted to talk to her about it, but whenever I tried, she would shush me and change the subject. When we made love, she sometimes asked me to tell her one of my fantasies. I went eagerly into every detail. She never said anything. But when I would enter her, hot and always very wet, telling her that at this point in my fantasy one of the men penetrates her – then she would seize up and cry out with a powerful, body-racking orgasm. Of course, at this point I also would erupt and thrust as deeply as I could into her. My orgasms were also stronger and lasted longer. It felt like I was pumping large amounts of semen into her. 

I was tormented day and night by the intensity of her response to my fantasies, which just fuelled my fantasies further. This wasn't just an innocent game to spruce up our sex lives. After we made love, we didn't giggle about what a crazy fantasy that was, or how much fun it was. She would become very quiet, almost embarassed it seemed. 

She had changed. We were talking less and less. She was hiding something deep down, and I started to have the feeling that we needed to bring it out, whatever it was, or else our marriage would be in danger. I thought it might help if she told me what she was feeling or thinking when we made love. But when I asked, she would just look away. Anyway, I knew what she was thinking and feeling. Like me, she was obsessed with the idea of being taken by many men at once, and also somehow with the idea that I would be a passive observer.

By February, I had decided that we no longer had a choice. I booked flights and hotel reservations for Carol and me in a large city in another state. I placed an ad in a swinger's magazine seeking men from that area interested in helping a husband bring pleasure to his wife. I asked them to submit a brief resume along with a photograph and phone number to a post office box, which I then had forwarded to my business address.

On a Friday evening two weeks later, Carol and I checked into the hotel. I think she knew what this unexpected trip was about but, as with everything related to our mutual obsession, she remained quiet and passive. Perhaps she was even grateful that I had finally taken the decision. It seemed clear that she was not prepared to take responsibility for what might happen.

After she went into the bathroom and started the shower, I made a few phone calls to finalize the arrangements. My hands were shaking and my voice trembled a couple of times. I was both scared and aroused. My erection threatened to burst through my pants. Then I called room service and ordered three bottles of champagne.

After I hung up, I glanced toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar and the water was still running. Already with a hard-on, I walked slowly to the door and looked in. The glass shower door was slightly fogged, but I could see my wife's pink skin and the curve of her ample breasts. She had her hands in her hair and shampoo was running down the side of her body and along one thigh. I unbuckled my pants and tugged them down past my swollen erection. I lifted my arms too and started to sway my hips, thrusting my aching cock towards the open door. Soon there would be other eyes roving over Carol's body, admiring her round bum and yearning to touch her silky skin. My arousal was so great, I could sense that with a couple of more thrusts of my hips I could bring myself to orgasm without touching myself. Reluctantly, I pulled my pants back up, struggled to arrange my still throbbing hard-on in my pants, and returned to the sofa. Coming now was out of the question. I needed the intoxication of lust to go through with all that I had planned. 

***

We met the two men in the hotel bar. It was crowded and smoky and the music was loud. They were sitting at a corner table, each with a drink in front of him. I had received more than 30 responses to my ad and had reviewed their credentials and photos carefully. I then called five of them to hear their voices, ask them some questions, and satisfy myself that they were right for this important event. I couldn't eliminate the risk that we might attract some weirdo, but I was pretty sure that I had chosen two more or less normal men who would treat my wife appropriately. 

I had suggested to my wife what she should wear, and after her shower she followed my advice without comment. She had on a blue cocktail dress made from some shiny material. It was not particularly revealing. It was cut just above her knees but clung nicely to her many curves. She'd put on matching blue heels that accentuated her round calves. She had blue thigh-highs on underneath the dress, along with blue lace panties and matching sheer bra. For some reason she wouldn't let me watch her getting dressed so I hadn't yet seen her lingerie, but my imagination assured me it would look great when we got that far. A pearl necklace and earrings topped it all off. It was elegant and sexy, not at all trashy.

As I said before, she walked with a natural and very sexy wiggle, and with the clingy and shiny material of her dress, she made an instant impact on the two men. They both stood as we approached the table and smiled as I introduced my wife. The first guy was in his mid-thirties, tall and slim, physically graceful. The second guy was older than the first, and older than Carol or me. But he looked to be in good shape. He was charming in an old-school kind of way.

We shook hands all around and I was gratified to see them look her over discreetly as the introductions were made. I particularly noticed a little spark between Number Two and my wife. Carol was gracious and smiled politely. I could see that she was nervous and, judging by the flush of color in her face, also aroused. My knees got weak for a moment as I again imagined what lay ahead. I tried to distract myself by ordering drinks for Carol and myself.

We made small talk for a few minutes, remarking on the hotel, the weather. When the drinks came, we raised our glasses. Without thinking about it, I said, "Here's to passion." The two men smiled. Carol looked down for a moment as though embarassed, and then glanced quickly at Number Two, who bowed slightly in her direction. She blushed. I felt the first pangs of jealousy as we clinked our glasses.

Number One whispered something into Carol's ear and then led her off to the dance floor. I took a long pull on my beer. Number Two leaned over and said, "You're wife is really great looking. You're a lucky man." I smiled awkwardly and mumbled a thanks. I took another long drink. I needed to calm my nerves. 

I looked over to the dance floor. Number One and Carol were near the edge. I had the feeling my wife was trying to make sure that I had a good view, although that hadn't been part of our plan. The music was fast, so there wasn't much contact between them. But she looked sexy swaying to the beat in her snug dress. It was like watching a slow wave work its way up and down her body. I enjoyed watching her curves. 

Number One returned to the table with Carol and was promptly replaced by Number Two. He steered her to the dance floor with a hand placed casually on her hip. It seemed like she wiggled her rear end up slightly to meet his hand. I winced at the intimacy of the moment, and realized that I had a raging erection.

Of course, it was a slow song. At first, he held her casually, at arm's length. But slowly, they moved closer together. His hand moved lower, from her hip to her bum. My heart jumped. She seemed to move slightly closer but it was dark and hard to see. They swayed together slowly in time with the music, their hips touching. She was looking down, avoiding eye contact with him. The dress clung to her firm behind, which Number Two now gently caressed, moving his fingertips lightly down the middle. My wife responded immediately, pressing her hips closer to his. She glanced quickly in the direction of our table, but looked down immediately, as if afraid to meet my eye. 

The conversation at our table had pretty much died. The music was too loud, and I didn't have anything to say anyway. Number Two came back, my wife in tow. Again, she was looking down, but her face was flushed. I thought I could see the outline of erect nipples beneath her dress. I nodded to the two men, got up and headed for the lobby elevators. 

When we got to the room, I poured everyone some champagne. It was a large room, with a queen-sized bed near a large window overlooking the city. There was a small sofa and a couple of arm chairs at the foot of the bed, with a television between them. The two men sat on the sofa, my wife and I on the shairs. There was also an upholstered bench near the door, almost completely hidden in shadow. We'd all had a fair bit to drink by then, and the initial nervousness had passed. Our guests were able to keep up a casual and friendly banter with us without really saying anything. But there was still plenty of sexual tension in the air. We were all waiting for something to happen. It was the point of no return... either we did it now or we called it off. 

"Gentlemen," I said, "I think it's.... we'd like to... " And then I couldn't find any more words. I stood and moved behind Carol's chair. I touched her shoulder and she stood up. I reached out for the zipper on her dress, but she suddenly turned around to me and shook her head slightly. No. She pushed me gently towards the door. I thought that she had gotten cold feet and had decided to call it off. But then she walked to a stereo beside the television, flipped on some soft music, and began to slowly sway her body.

She closed her eyes, then lifted her hands up into her hair, swaying back and forth. I sat down on the bench by the door, retreating into the shadow. My heart was beating wildly. The two men were silently watching her. She reached behind her neck and undid the top of her zipper, slowly pulled it down her back to her waist. Her hands trembled slightly. My hard-on was threatening to burst. I began to rub myself slowly through my pants. 

She slid the dress off her shoulders, down to her waist and then wiggled her hips slightly, the dress falling to the floor. She kicked it away and faced the two men. Her large breasts wobbled slightly, the erect nipples pushing against the sheer fabric of her bra. She continued to gently move her hips. She moved slowly towards the sofa. Number One reached out and gently caressed the soft pink skin above her thigh-highs. She turned her bottom to him. He slid his hands under the fabric of her panties. My wife put her head down, eyes still closed, and gently gyrated her bum against Number One's hands. Sitting in the shadow by the door, I undid my belt buckle and slid my pants and underwear to the floor. My erection throbbed in time with my racing heart. I held myself gently. I was so aroused that even a slight movement would be enough to produce an eruption of sperm.

Then Carol turned around and stood before Number Two. She looked him directly in the face as she reached behind her back and undid her bra. She dropped her arms and the bra fell quietly to the floor. She was shaking a little, which made her large breasts tremble. I was watching her breasts in profile and her nipples stood out like I hade never seen them before. Her breath seemed short. She shivered and her breasts jiggled lightly again, just inches from his face.

He stood up and smiled, lifting her heavy breasts in both hands, then kissed her on the mouth. My wife seemed jolted for a moment by the intimacy, and pulled her head back slightly. But then to my astonishment – and arousal – she lifted her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, taking in his probing tongue. She moaned and pulled his head down to her in an even tighter embrace, runing her hands through his hair. I couldn't recall that she had ever kissed me with such passion and arousal. At that point I lost control. I let out an audible gasp as I sucked in air, leaned back against the wall and thrust my straining cock upwards. As I watched Number Two's tongue slide deep into my wife's willing mouth, his hands squeezing her swelling breasts... my legs tensed and my cock jumped. I just let go.


No Turning Back



With her heart beating loudly in her ears, all other sounds seem like a muted echo resounding from some far off distance. Gazing out the window, looking, but not really seeing, she focuses on the small insect pillowed against the glass. Hearing the creaking of the taps as her husband finishes his shower, Kim glances over at the clock; the second hand seeming to move in an endless slow motion. 'I have to stay calm,' she tells herself as she closes her eyes. Taking deep, soothing breaths, a bead of sweat slowly makes its way down her temple. 

Trying to distract herself from her thoughts she fills the kettle, her hand shaking uncontrollably as she reaches for the tap. Kim grips the edge of the bench tight. Feeling the queasy stirrings in her stomach, she swallows hard, fighting back the urge to be sick. She can't be sick, not today. Oh God, if she vomits now he's sure to get suspicious. Kim is never sick, not unless she's nervous; or pregnant. At least she knows she's not pregnant. Having shied away from Richard's drunken advances for so long, she hasn't felt the sensuous caresses of a man's touch in years. 'Hurry up and leave,' she silently prays, closing her eyes as she cups her hands to her face. 

Kim shivers involuntarily as she thinks of what Richard would do if he knew what she had planned. He hadn't noticed the clothes missing, slowly disappearing from the wardrobe, or the money mysteriously vanishing from their bank account. She'd taken precautions so she couldn't be traced. The unit was leased in her sister's name, as was the phone, which she had insisted on having a silent number. She'd had weeks to plan this. Today was the moment of truth. 

"I'll see you later," Richard calls out as he closes the door behind him.

"Oh no you won't!" Kim whispers under her breath, listening intently for the sound of his car pulling out of their driveway. She lets out a relieved sigh hearing him driving down toward the end of the street. Knowing what she has to do, and knowing she has to move fast, she picks up the phone and dials.

"Hi, it's me. He's gone."

'Okay. Dad's on his way here, we'll be there soon.' 

"Thanks." Kim says, grateful as she hangs up the phone.

Knowing she only has a few hours before Richard gets back, she grabs the roll of garbage bags from the cupboard and moves quickly to the bedroom. Opening the wardrobe door, she begins to pull clothes down, hangers and all she shoves them into the bags. Pulling drawers from the dressers, she piles them on the bed ready to be moved. Packing what she can, putting the rest loosely on the mattress, moving with a determination knowing she doesn't have much time. 

'There's no turning back now,' Kim thinks to herself hearing the sound of the truck pulling up out front. Opening the door, she smiles gratefully at her father and sister. 

"Hi, guys." 

Kissing her lightly on the cheek, Robyn gives Kim a reassuring hug. Pulling away slightly, holding her at arms length, a concerned look crosses Robyn's face. 

"Are you okay? You're looking a bit pale."

"I'm fine," Kim lies, a tight knot forming in her stomach. "I was just worried, I thought he'd never leave." 

"Well he's gone now;" Robyn says sympathetically. Seeing the pile of bags and stacked boxes, she turns to Kim. "How long till he gets home?"

"We have about four hours. No doubt he'll hit the pub after the game."

"Oh shit, not much time; we'd better get started. I'll help Dad move some of the furniture into the truck, Kim. I'll give you a hand packing when we've done that." Robyn says, taking control. Turning her attention to their father, Robyn moves to help him lift a corner of the lounge.

Despite the fifteen years difference in their ages, Robyn had always been Kim's favorite sister. She'd always been the first to offer solace or a helping hand when needed. Coming from a large family it's easy to form alliances, but to Kim, she didn't need an alliance when Robyn was around. The two of them had always been close. Closer lately as Robyn had become Kim's confidante, a savior in her time of need. It had been Robyn that had given Kim the courage to finally leave.

The next two hours pass in a blur of activity as they busy themselves loading the truck. The endless trips lugging boxes in and out leaving them all feeling lethargic. Wiping his brow, Kim's father turns to her,

"Is that all of it?" 

"Yep. That's the lot," Kim says, "Thanks for all your help Dad." Even though still fit for his young seventy-three years, she can't help but notice how tired he's looking. The dark circles under his eyes and the white of his hair contrasting against his tanned complexion, making him appear years older.

"You're worth it." He smiles, touching her arm lightly. "Well, we'd better get this lot unloaded," he says as he heads for the truck. As he climbs into the cabin he turns back to Kim. "See you there, Ratbag." He hadn't called her that since she was a kid. 

"Okay, Grumpy," Kim laughs. "I'll meet you there in a few minutes. I'm just going to lock up."

Recollecting the many relentless drunken beatings Richard had unleashed upon her, Kim finds a new energy as she packs the remainder of the bags into her car. 'Yes,' she thinks as she gazes at what was once her dream home, 'There's no turning back.' As she drives down the street she glances into the rear view mirror, watching as her house disappears into the distance. 

Robyn and her father are already unloading the truck as she pulls up at the apartment. Through the open door of her new home, she can see the already huge pile of boxes accumulating. Taking a deep breath, Kim grabs a box and carries it inside. A rush of excitement charges through her, as the realization of finally being free from the years of torment suddenly sinks in. Looking around she sighs contently. A new home, a new beginning. 

"Where do you want this?" Robyn asks, interrupting Kim's train of thought. Looking to see the hand carved figurine in Robyn's hand, Kim laughs. 

"Here, I'll take him." Kim says, taking the statue from Robyn. "Thanks for all your help today. I don't know what I would have done without you and Dad helping," 

"Anytime. We're just glad you finally came to your senses and left the bastard." Robyn says, rubbing Kim's arm affectionately. 

Smiling gratefully, Kim averts her attention to the figurine in her hands. It was a momento she'd once picked up whilst on holiday in Bali. Skimming her finger lightly over the statue, she smiles softly remembering all the fun she'd had that year. It was their escape, just her and 'the girls'. Every year since they were teenagers they'd all skimp and save for their annual trip abroad. That had all stopped the year she'd met Richard; these days she hardly ever saw her friends, Richard had made sure of that. With a heavy sigh she places the statue down on a box.

With the truck now empty, Kim's father walks over to her and takes her in his arms. Kissing her hair softly he hands her an envelope. 

"This is from your mother and I," he says. With tears welling in her eyes, she hugs her father tight.

"Thanks Dad." Kim smiles. Watching as he climbs into the truck beside Robyn, she tucks her hands into her pockets. 

'Well, it's just you now kiddo,' she says to herself as she watches until the truck disappears out of sight. Turning on her heel, she goes back inside. Overcome by the daunting sight before her, Kim sets to work. Finding her stereo, she plugs it in and turns the volume up high. Shania Twain's 'Black Eyes, Blue Tears' belts out through the speakers. 'How appropriate,' Kim laughs as she tears open the first box, beginning the thankless task of unpacking. 

It's nightfall before she remembers that she hasn't eaten all day. Grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl she takes a bite; resting it on the bench, she tears the tape from the box of glassware in front of her. It had been a long day, the exhaustion seeping through her, dulling her senses as she slides the last glass into the cabinet. Raising her hands high above her head she stretches, exhaling as she releases some of the day's tensions. 'At least the kitchen's done.' she thinks to herself. Yawning, she makes her way wearily to the bedroom. Moving a few scattered boxes from her mattress she pulls the covers over herself and lays down, feeling herself relax as her head sinks gradually, deeper into the pillow.

James, Kim's neighbor, knocks on her door the next afternoon. She'd met him on several occasions during her numerous visits to the apartment, secretly dropping off bags of her clothing and a few groceries. He seems nice, she'd thought that first time he introduced himself. He'd been sitting on his balcony, radio tuned to a baseball game, she'd smiled and waved as she unloaded a few bags from her car. She was naturally surprised when he'd come over, offering to take the bags inside for her. Since that first meeting they had become well acquainted. The conversations normally not lasting more than ten minutes, yet enough for them to form the basis of a promising friendship. She hadn't noticed how tall he was; opening the door to him now, his six foot frame towers above her. 

"Oh, hi James," Kim smiles up at him.

"Hi. I hadn't realized you'd already moved in until I saw your car. I was just wondering if you need help moving anything."

"Thanks for the offer, but I only have a few boxes left to unpack," she smiles gratefully.

"Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me," he laughs. Turning to leave, he suddenly stops. "Do you have any plans for tonight? I mean, if you're not still busy with the unpacking... " Blushing at his own awkwardness, he shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I should have it done by then. Thanks, James, I honestly wasn't looking forward to spending the night alone." 

"We don't have to do much. How does pizza and a couple of videos sound?"

"Perfect." Kim smiles gratefully. "I'll bring the popcorn," she teases.

"See you then," James laughs, as he heads back to his apartment. Noting the time as she glances at the clock, Kim unbuttons her blouse as she heads for the shower.

Dressing for her evening with James was easy for Kim. Although it had been a wet day, the drizzle seeming endless throughout the afternoon, it was still humid. In her jeans and long sleeved t -shirt, she grabs her jacket just in case, not sure how late of an evening she was in for. Pizza and videos was just what she needed to take her mind off the grueling past thirty-six hours.

"Hi, Kim." he beams. "Come in."

"Thanks," she says, returning his smile. Gazing around as she enters, Kim eyes his tastefully adorned apartment as she tosses her jacket over the back of one of the lounge chairs. "Wow, you have great taste!"

"Thanks," James says as he closes the door and moves in to the lounge room. "Want a drink? I have beer, there's half a cask of wine, or soft drink. Sorry, I forgot you only drink the diet stuff." 

"That's okay," she laughs. "I'll have a beer thanks, if you're having one." Picking up the videos from the coffee table, Kim sits down on the sofa. "Oh, you like horror too?" she asks, over her shoulder.

"Which one," He looks over to see Kim holding up the video case. "Oh, American Werewolf in London? That's one of my all time favorite movies; it's a classic!" James says. Handing Kim a beer, he sits beside her on the couch. "Sorry, do you want a glass?"

"Nah, it's already in a glass," she laughs, holding up the stubbie. 

"Brat," he laughs, slapping her arm playfully. Giggling, Kim feels the low growl of her stomach as it gently rumbles. 

"Have you ordered the pizza yet? I'm famished."

"No. I wasn't sure what type you liked, so I waited. I should have asked you earlier, sorry." 

"As long as it has lots of ham, cheese and salami, I'm not fussy," she laughs. "Oh, and egg, bacon, pineapple, chicken, want me to go on? I'm not fussy, really." Grinning, she pokes him in the ribs teasingly.

"Oh, my kinda gal," he laughs. "El Supremo it is." With that, James gets up and walks into the kitchen to get the pizza restaurant's number. Kim lays languidly back against the sofa, perusing the other videos while waiting for him to return.

"Have to set the mood," James says on his return as he dims the lights. "Want the werewolf one first?"

"Sure," Kim says, handing him the cassette.

As the movie plays, James slides his arm around Kim's shoulder. Thoughts of food forgotten as her hand slides to his thigh, her finger tracing lazy circles as she mindlessly watches the images on the screen.

A sudden rap at the door awakens them, as James gets to his feet. Grabbing his wallet, he heads to the door. 

"Hungry?" Placing the pizza on the table in front of them, they both reach for a slice. Their fingers brush lightly together, sending shivers running up Kim's spine.

Looking up into his face, Kim smiles. Brushing his thumb lightly over her cheek wiping away a stray hair, James leans down and presses his lips softly against hers. The kiss so tender, so gentle as they sit there on the sofa embraced in each others arms. Their lips slowly parting as they relax into the kiss, their tongues moving shyly into each other's mouth. His fingers curling in her hair as he pulls her against him. Sliding her arms around his waist, Kim moves her hands up his back, molding her body against his as the passion in their kiss intensifies. 

Upon breaking their embrace, Kim yawns deeply; feeling the exhaustion of the past few days finally catching up with her.

"We'd better get you to bed," James suggests. "Do you want to stay here for the night?"

"I know I probably shouldn't, I really should spend at least the first few nights in my new home."

"Well, I'm off tomorrow, I'll come with you." he says. Resting his beer on the coffee table, he turns to face her. "Give me a minute to grab a few things."

"Okay," she smiles up at him as he moves toward his bedroom. Stopping the video and rewinding it Kim sits quietly, her mind racing over their intimate kiss. 

"Now don't laugh," she hears James say as he enters. Looking up to see him standing there in black sleep pants covered in small red dragons, mostly hidden by the dark robe that is tied loosely around his waist, Kim wants to do anything but laugh. Realizing for the first time how incredibly handsome he is, she feels her heart racing. 

"Wow," she jokes, hoping the flush in her face isn't obvious, "You look good enough to take to bed." Laughing, he grabs his keys.

"Ready?" he asks. Finishing the last mouthful of her beer, Kim nods as she grabs her jacket. Switching out the lights, James closes the door behind them.

"Wait till you see my pajamas," she laughs as they enter her apartment.

"Can't wait," he grins. Spotting the piano as they enter, he looks at Kim. "You play?"

"Well I try to." she laughs. Tossing her keys on the bench she looks at the clock. "God, it's after midnight. No wonder I'm so tired."

"Time flies... " he says, his voice trailing as he runs a finger lightly over the keyboard. "So, will you play something for me?" 

"Sure," Kim laughs, removing her watch and placing it by her keys. "Just don't expect me to be any good! I'll be back in a sec. I'm going to throw on a nitie." Looking up from the keyboard he smiles at her.

"Okay, Hon."

Looking up as she returns, James whistles. Blushing slightly under his watchful gaze, Kim adjusts the pencil thin strap of her nitie. The fabric slightly clinging to her body showing off her curves as it splays downward, covering her lace panties by mere inches. 

"Wow," he says. "Now who looks good enough to take to bed?" Laughing, she takes a seat beside him at the piano, teasingly flicking one of the straps from her shoulder.

"What do you want me to play?" she asks. Turning to face him, she realizes he's staring at her. Not just staring, it's like he's trying to look deep into her soul. There was more in that one look than a thousand words could describe. Seeing the lust in his eyes she moves her hand slowly to his face. 

"You are so beautiful," he says noticing her obvious embarrassment as her face turns a shade darker. "Even more so when you blush," he laughs. Sliding from the stool, he stands and moves behind her. "Play something for me."

"Okay," Kim says, placing her fingers in position on the keys. As the haunting, sensual sounds of Fur Elise fill the room, James gently rubs her shoulders. Moving his hand along the back of her neck pulling her hair aside, he moves his mouth to her shoulder. Feeling an excited shiver surge up her spine, she suddenly stops playing.

"Don't stop," he whispers. "I want you to keep playing."

Gasping as his mouth moves slowly up the side of her neck, she reluctantly plays. The warmth of his breath making it almost impossible for her to concentrate on the keys.

"Don't stop," he whispers.

Moving his hand sensuously down her side, his breath hot on her neck as he slides his hand over her inner thigh. Kim parts her thighs slightly as she leans her head back against his chest, soft moans escaping as James' hand traces lightly up to her damp panties. Increasing the pressure as his fingers trace a path over her folds, feeling the heat from her body he moves his hand lower. Cupping her mound, his finger probes against the resistance of her lace panty.

Her fingers moving blindly on the keys as she closes her eyes savoring his touch. Sliding his hand inside her panties, he slips a finger between her folds moving it slowly through the lubricated silkiness of her arousal. James skims the tip of his tongue along the nape of her neck as his other hand moves to her breast caressing it through the sheer fabric of her nitie. Tracing his finger lightly around the outline of her protruding nipple before cupping her breast firmly, drawing his fingers together as he tugs on her hardened peak.

"Keep playing," he whispers coarsely as he plunges a finger deep inside her tightness. Pressing her hips forward onto his hand, Kim's every exhale coming out as a soft moan as James' works his probing hand faster, his thumb outstretched moving over her hardened clit. Sliding a second finger deep inside her, he curls them against her inner walls, slowly withdrawing them before plunging them back inside her.

"Oh, God," she moans feeling the heat inside her rise. Sensing her heightened arousal, James moves his hand away from her pussy.

"Not yet," he whispers. Reaching for the top of the piano he grabs one of the candles from its holder and places it beside him. "Face me."

Her head swimming as she turns on the stool and looks up lustfully into his eyes. Placing his hand on the back of her neck he pulls her face to his. Their lips meeting in a fiery kiss as their passions escalate. His other hand reaching between her thighs grabbing at her panties, drawing the sides of them together so the fabric is forced between her folds. Moving the lace between her lips, pulling it back and forth in a see-saw motion as it rubs against her hardened nub. Her desperation for release portrayed in her kiss. Forcing her tongue deeper into his mouth, pressing her face harder against his as she rocks her hips encouraging the material onto her swollen clit.

"Oh, God," Kim muffles against James' mouth as his tongue continues to explore her mouth. Moving her hand up his thigh over his hidden bulge, she hears James' sharp inhale as he pulls the panties from her folds and replaces it with his fingers. As he drives two fingers hard and deep inside her, she feels herself relenting to her pending orgasm. 

"I can't hold on any longer, James," she rasps between breaths," I need to cum." With that he falls to his knees between her thighs. Holding her panties to the side as he picks up the candle, running the tip over her labia lubricating it with her juices. With his middle and index fingers, he parts her folds exposing the hardness of her clit as he lowers his lips around it. Sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over her nub as he gingerly slides the tip of the candle to her moist opening. With slow but firm pressure he pushes it inside her, feeling the resistance wane as she relaxes into the stimulating sensations coursing through her.




No Turning Back



"Shit!" Peter said the cabin heater finally gave up its unequal struggle to keep up with the cold; announcing its capitulation with a plaintive whine, then hiss as the steam pressure bled away uselessly.

"Hmm?" Eric mumbled in his sleep. "What are you going on about?" 

Peter rolled over to his side, barely able to make out his friend outline in the dim moonlight streaming in through the small cabin window.

"The heater man, it's dead. Piece of shit!" he explained. "In a couple of hours, it's going to be freezing in here, or at least bloody cold."

Already he could feel the chill in the air, with each breath he took in, the cold permeated deeper into his lungs. And it was barely midnight. By morning it could be below zero he thought to himself.

"That's no good," Eric agreed, sitting up in concern. "What do we do?"

Peter was silent for a moment or two, not thinking of a solution, but of how this skiing trip had turned out to be such a bust. Four packages and it was only the bloody two of them. Why? Because Eric's girlfriend had to go and break her ankle. While he admitted it wasn't her fault, it left Peter frustrated. Without a female partner, Samantha, his fiancée, was not keen on being shacked up with a third wheel. She therefore opted out, saying that it could just be the guys. Great! So much for a weekend of snow and sex. Now it was just snow... and cold. 

"Let's not forget about the cold!" his brain cheerfully reminded him.

"Fuck off," he said back; a bit too loud. Eric heard part of that.

"Fuck what?" he asked

"Nothing; just talking to myself," Peter explained. "I'm not fucking anything," he added on impulse, not really knowing why he said any more.

"I hope not," replied Eric. "'Cause unless you have a blow-up doll hidden in your bed, you ain't getting' nuthin'"

"Don't remind me," Peter muttered. Then he gave a sigh. "Doesn't matter anyway. Who'd wanna screw in this lousy icebox?"

"I would," Eric offered. "If the sex is hot enough, the cold wouldn't bother me; not with my cock in Wendy's tight pussy. Mmmm"

"Yeah," agreed Peter. "If Samantha was here right now, I'd bend her over and fuck her silly."

"Stick your cock in her tight pussy?" Eric asked, with an odd intensity; almost as if he were actually asking for details.

"Sure man, pussy or ass."

"You fucked Samantha in the ass?" Eric asked incredulously.

"Well, no. Not really. I fingered her back there, but that was it. You? Ever had any back-door action?"

"Hah! I should be so lucky," Eric answered with a surprising degree of resentment in his voice. Peter was puzzled at the odd tone in Eric's voice.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" Peter asked, probing his buddy's attitude.

"Truth?" 

"Truth."

"Well, man. Wendy didn't actually break her ankle. She, uh, didn't want to come."

"What?" Peter asked, incredulous. "Why not? I thought she liked Sam and me."

"She does," Eric said reassuringly. "It's just that we're sort of on the outs right now."

Peter now sat up straight, letting his blanket slide down exposing his T-shirted chest to the slowly cooling air. "What the..?" he started. "When did this happen? Why?"

"Last month. She caught me watching porn and freaked."

"Porn," Peter asked, his voice flat with disbelief. "You're in the doghouse because you were watching porn. What the fuck?" 

Then a frightening thought occurred to him. Afraid to ask, but nonetheless compelled to, he did ask.

"It wasn't kiddie porn, was it?"

"Fuck no!" came Eric's vehement response. "That shit's evil."

"So whatever dude," Peter offered, giving his friend some dudely support. "So she saw you getting off on some chick being banged. It's not the end of the world."

"Yeah," barked Eric with a short, unconvincing laugh.

After a moment of thought, Peter started laughing. Softly at first, then louder as the humour of the situation, the irony came flooding into his awareness.

"What's so funny?" Eric demanded, hurt putting an edge to his voice he didn't want.

"Wait a sec," Peter started. "What kind of porn was it?" he finished, still chuckling.

"I don't want to talk about it," came Eric's surly answer. He then turned over in his bed, making it clear the discussion was over.

"Hey man," Peter encouraged. "Whatever floats your boat. It's fine by me."

No answer.

With the silent curtain being pulled between the two beds, Peter felt it best not to push his friend. Instead, he eased his way back into the blankets in a futile effort to ward off the encroaching chill. It was not long before he drifted off to sleep.

The pain in his feet woke him some hours later. The air was unapologetically cold in the cabin now, and in the moonlight, now streaming in directly through the window in the deep night, he could see his breath. 

He shivered uncomfortably, knowing he would never be warm since his body was losing the battle to entropy in the winter night. More so, he could hear Eric shifting around in his bed. 

Eric broke his silence. "Dude, you awake?"

"Y-yeah," Peter spoke through chatter y teeth. He couldn't stop shivering long enough to get a smooth word out. "I-it's s-so c-cold" he stuttered.

"W-we're in deep now," promised Eric morosely. "It's just going to keep getting worse until we can get out of here. I'm freezing and miserable," he added bitterly.

"Get over here," Peter demanded. "Bring your blankets. We'll huddle in one bed together, that way we can keep warmer."

Eric was so cold he didn't even protest. Without a word, he grabbed the blankets off his bed with a decisive whoosh and came over to Peter's bed.

"Scoot over man, make me some room," he instructed, pushing at Peter's hip. Only he meant to push at Peter's hip. Instead his hand accidentally planted itself right on Peters butt cheek.

"Oops! Sorry dude! I didn't mean that!" he explained hastily.

"Hey, did you just touch my ass?" Peter asked with false incredulity. "I'm too cold and numb to be certain."

"Whatever," Eric retorted, not bothering to deny anything. He just wanted to get warm. 

But a few minutes of lying side by side, with an inch wide gulf separating the two men brought them no relief.

"I, uh, think we hafta, you know, snuggle a bit," Peter said. Peter, having trained in cold weather rescue, actually knew what had to be done, but needed his friend to arrive at the proper conclusion himself. It would make things difficult if he came off as being insistent or pedantic.

"Uh, sure," complied Eric. "You want to be the pitcher or catcher?"

"What does that mean?" Peter asked with a chuckle.

"Do you want to be in front or behind?"

"Who's taller?"

"You are," answered Eric. 

"Then I'll go behind. That way I'm not breathing in your hair."

Eric rolled onto his right side, and felt his friend's body come in close, spooning him. He could feel Peter's warm breath against the back of his head. But not much else.

"This isn't working man," he complained after a few minutes of waiting for some semblance of heat to creep back into his aching body.

"You're right man, it isn't" Peter agreed, still not offering up any further instruction.

"Why not? I thought this was supposed to work. I know I'm always toasty in bed with Wendy."

"Are you fully clothed?" queried Peter, leading his friend to the truth.

"Er, no. We're usually naked."

"That's right buddy. You gotta be naked for this to work. Don't you remember anything from lifeguarding?"

"What, from 20 years ago? Who'd remember that stuff?" Eric said.

"Well you having forgotten your training doesn't invalidate it. We have to be skin against skin, otherwise our bodies cannot share heat."

"Fine," Eric acknowledged. "But I'm keeping my underwear on."

"That's okay," Peter said. "We'll have enough to warm us up."

The two friends got undressed and resumed their positions. Finally they started to feel warm. But despite the increasing comfort, and late hour, sleep didn't come to either man. They snuggled together, mutually warding off the chill, each in their own world of thoughts, miles away from each other.

But their proximity was undeniable, and Eric could feel Peter against his ass. In some way it felt as if Peter was actually getting in closer in fact. 

After a moment he was sure. Peter was getting in closer, pressing his crotch up against Eric's butt. Eric could feel heat emanating from Peter's groin now; a warmth radiating outward and upward; offering a catalytic bond between the two men. In an almost involuntary response, Eric pressed back, just a hair, an infinitesimal movement that came out like a clarion call. 

Peter didn't move any more, though. Instead he asked. "That porn you were watching. Was it hot?" Small circles now; unmistakeable.

Eric's breath thickened in his lungs, as if he were breathing molasses. "Yeah, it was."

"What was it Eric? What were you watching?"

Eric answered after a moment's hesitation. But in his mind, a lifetime passed. 

"Two guys."

"What were they doing?" Peter pressed; much in the same way he pressed his groin into Eric's firm ass, feeling himself get oh so slightly hard. Not much, but he knew Eric would be able to feel it.

Eric pushed back slightly, feeling his friend's cock against the crack of his ass, even if through two sets of underwear. "They were fucking."

"Yeah?" Peter asked, now getting hard and gently humping his hips into his friend's behind. "How were they fucking?"

"One guy was riding the other guy's hard cock," Eric described, giving himself into the moment. "Taking it in deep, while the other jacked him."

"Oh yeah?" Peter asked, slowly reaching around. 

Eric felt his friend's hand slide over his hip and start to rub his dick through the soft fabric of his underwear. Peter's fingers curled slightly, almost gripping Eric's growing erection.

"Yeah, like that," confirmed Eric. Though what he was in actuality confirming he no longer knew, or cared. He was lost in a sea of lust, a rising tide he hadn't felt in years. He could feel the hair of his friend's chest against the smooth skin of his back, could feel Peter's hot breath against the back of his neck. Unable to contain his want, his need, he took Peter's hand and guided it into his underwear, to feel for the first time in his life another man gripping his now fully hard dick. 

It felt wonderful, erotic and thrilling. Peter's hand moved with confidence, since he knew what a man would like. Soft and gentle at some moments, firm during others. Eric groaned into the pillow with pleasure, and started when he felt Peter's lips brush the back of his neck.

"Mmmm," Peter heard his friend moan as he slowly jacked his friend. "Take them off," he whispered in Eric's ear. Eric knew what Peter meant, there were no other options, so he reached down and awkwardly slipped his underwear off, not wanting to break contact with his buddy's warm hand. But that contact was broken when he felt Peter pull his underwear off also.

Oh my. 

Eric felt Peter's hard-on pressing into the crack of his ass, a pressure between his cheeks that sent electric thrills up his spine. A cock was near his ass and he loved it. He wanted that cock, wanted it to push into his rectum and fill him.

That didn't happen. Instead he felt Peter shift away, leaving a cool rush of air to fill the space his friend once occupied. The Peter moved downward under the blankets his head pointed to Eric's feet. Eric felt Peter's hand roll him onto his back and then...

Oh god! 

The feeling of his friend's hot mouth on his cock was unbelievable. Wet and soft, tight and loose at the same time. Incredibly, Eric got even harder, the blood pulsing in his prick with an almost painful intensity. He felt his dick being serviced by his best friend and it was magic; like nothing he'd ever felt. Desperate for more experience, more sensation, he grabbed blindly at his friend's legs and pulled him astride his own face, his own mouth. He reached a hand around Peter's muscular thigh and grabbed at Peter's cock. It was hot and hard, with veins tracing an erotic map over the skin. Eric pulled at it manoeuvering it into his hungry mouth. He wanted to taste his friend's dick, wanted it deep into his mouth.

So when his friend's head passed his lips, he sucked it in as deep as it would go. But it couldn't get in deep enough for his hungry mouth, not until he grabbed Peter's ass cheeks and pulled him down into his throat. Up and down, he let his mouth slide along the length of his friend's cock, but his neck started to cramp. As a needy cue, he started to hump his own dick upward into Peter's mouth, hoping his buddy got the hint.

He did. Peter's cock started to thrust downward, deeper and deeper past his tongue, starting to gag Eric. Eric tried to relax his throat muscles, to pull the hot cock all the way in; wanting to feel the hairy base against his sensitive lips. Meanwhile his friend's hot mouth was making him ache with want, with a molten desire to thrust and fuck and cum. His conscious brain was being pushed aside by deeper, primal needs.

"Uh uh uh," Peter grunted around Eric's hard dick as he pumped his own cock downward into his friend's throat. His saliva ran thick and wet down the length of Eric's prick, soaking his balls and the sheet below. Filled with a liquid heat, not thinking either; running on instinct, he shifted his weight a bit, freeing a hand to explore Eric's balls, and below.

"Uhhhh," he heard his friend moan when his fingers tickled Eric's anus. The skin was super soft there, with a sprinkling of soft hairs surrounding the puckered opening. Eric's legs opened wider, inviting more, wanting more, demanding more. Peter obliged, sliding a wet finger slowly past the tight ring into his friend's asshole.

"Mmmm!" Eric's groans came back and Peter felt his friend pull him even deeper downward as finally his cock was deep-throated by his buddy. 

Peter started thrusting his finger in deeper and harder, past the second knuckle, and Eric's willing ass started to loosen a bit. His saliva mixed with Eric's own musky secretions, a heady elixir whose scent went straight to the deepest pleasure centers of Peter's brain. 

Eric felt Peter's cock slide out of his mouth and his hips reorient themselves, pointing Peter's asshole at Eric's nose, then mouth. Eric didn't hesitate, but thrust his warm, wet tongue up into his friend's tight butt. He licked around the ring, tracing wet circles before spiralling into the rosebud. The taste was like nothing he'd ever experienced, musky, slightly dirty, all man, all Peter. He tried to jack his friend while tongue-fucking Peter's ass, but the space was too confined, so he resigned himself to pleasuring his friend only in the ass. Peter didn't seem to mind, adding a second finger to Eric's tight ass, and the two men fucked each other's holes with tongue and fingers for what seemed to be an eternity. 

The cold air in the cabin was only a distant memory, so it came as no surprise that as the two friends pleasured each other, the blankets drifted off them. But their heat sustained them, enveloping them in a cocoon of hot lust. Peter pulled off his friend and shifted downward, scooting his butt past Eric's chest, past his stomach, to slowly stop over his cock. 

Eric felt Peter grip his hard prick and point it to his friend's asshole, then pressure, a bit at first, then more as Peter tried to force his friend's hard cock past the tight ring of his sphincter. Peter lifted off and added more saliva and tried again. 

Ohhh! This time Peter felt Eric's prick push, push, push, then in. "Oh yeah," he breathed as his friend's cock slid into his tight ass.

"Oh my god," came Eric's response as the two friends experienced a deep, male sexual connection for the first time. "You're so tight!" he exclaimed.

"You're so big," Peter countered, slowly sliding his friend's beautiful cock deeper into his bowels. In and out, up and down, letting the head of the penis penetrate deeper with each gentle thrust until he was sitting on his friend's cock, balls deep into his ass, resting on his friend's hips. He felt full and stretched, with an only slightly uncomfortable pressure against some part of his gut. But it didn't matter, it felt too good to be filled up, stretched and plundered. With increasing confidence, he started to ride his friend's cock. The warm flesh in his butt was incredible, so much better than his own finger, or even Eric's.

Eric watched his cock sliding in and out of Peter's ass, disappearing between the moonlit globes of his butt cheeks. Peter's ass clenched on his dick, almost sucking it up into him. The friction was intense as Peter's saliva started to dry up a bit. Eric lifted Peter upward until he slid right out. His dick was slick with spit and anal juices. Eric spat on his hand and slathered more on his cock before sliding back into his buddy with a moan of pleasure. It was the hottest moment in his life, a fulfillment of years of quiet, private fantasizing. That this moment was happening with his best friend made it all the more exquisite.

" Yeah," Eric panted. "Ride my cock, let me fuck your ass!"

"Fuck my ass!" agreed Peter. He was now bouncing up and down on Eric's pole, the pressure on his prostate causing precum to ooze out of his own cock. He jacked it, and it was too much. He immediately started to climax without control. His semen sprayed out from the head of his dick, soaking the sheets even more. 

"No," he protested. He wanted it to last longer, to let this feeling last all night. But suddenly, with the hormones no longer fuelling his capacity, Eric's cock in his ass was suddenly a bit painful. He had to pull out or lose the pleasure, the happy memory of getting butt-fucked. Amazingly, though, his cock was still hard, and he grabbed Eric's hand to jack him as he slid up off Eric's cock.

Eric inexplicably refused to touch his friend's cock. He pushed Eric away. Hurt and angererd, Peter was about to say something but stopped when Eric lifted his legs up, spreading them out wide, revealing his own pink ass, pointed upward, inviting.

"Stick it in me!" Eric commanded. Peter wasted no time, and because he had already been fucking Eric with his fingers, Eric was much more ready. Peter smeared his cum down the shaft and pointed the head of his dick at Eric's puckered opening. Looking into his friend's eyes, he pushed himself in; all the way to the base of his hard dick in one smooth delicious motion.

"Do me," Eric pleaded. "Fuck the shit out of me."

Peter didn't use any finesse or patience. He plowed his cock in and out of Eric's tight ass in long, deliberate strokes. He wanted to cum again, to fill his friend; complete this adventure.

"Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Cum in me. Fill me." Eric's instructions came as a broken, panting litany of demands that pushed Peter to further heights of ecstasy.

"I'm cumming!!" Peter bellowed. His cock, bursting with want and need, thrust as deep as it could go into Eric's asshole and pumped his hot cum again and again.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," gasped Eric. Eric pulled Peter deeper into him, and without thought, to both of their surprise, grabbed Peter's head and pulled Peter's lips to his, kissing his friend deeply, tongues thrusting into each others' mouths. 

They kissed for a moment longer, then Peter pulled out of his friend, his dick softening with the massive orgasm that drained him of nearly everything. But not everything. He still had want, enough to plunge his mouth down onto Eric's cock. He could taste his own ass on Eric's dick, but that didn't stop him, or even slow him down. He bobbed his head up and down, deep-throating his friend until Eric came with a howl, pumping his prick up into Peter, gagging him. Peter didn't mind, letting his buddy's cum slip down his throat and dribble out of his hot mouth, down along Eric's long dick. 




No Turning Back



Finally satiated, the two friends felt the chill some crashing back in on them. Peter grabbed the blankets and pulled them back up around them, spooning his friend once again. Both of them panting with expended effort, their chests heaving a slowly decaying rhythm.

Trying to add a bit of levity to the monumental experience the two just experienced, Eric quipped. "Well, that wasn't mentioned in the ski package."

Peter laughed, snuggling closer to his friend, one arm under the pillow, the other wrapped around Eric's firm waist. "Maybe it was in the fine print."

A moment passed and then Eric commented quietly. "Man we crossed the line with this." 

"I guess that means there's no turning back." Peter agreed. 

"You ever done anything like this?"

"Nope. You?"

"Me? No. This was my first!"

"Could have fooled me," Peter suggested.

"Are you kidding? You were the one who knew what he was doing!"

"You weren't so bad yourself," Peter complimented.

"So does this mean we're gay?" Eric asked.

"Are you attracted to men?" Peter asked. 

"No, not in the least," Eric answered.

"Well, me neither. It's just sex man, just sex."

"In that case," Eric suggested, gently reaching back and stroking Peter's soft cock, "I'll take all I can get."

"You'll have it," Peter promised his friend, humping his cock into Eric's ass; a promise of pleasures to come before drifting off to sleep; finally warm.



No Turning Back



Shamelessly she arches her hips into him. Her fingers entangled in his hair as she pulls his face into her pussy, spreading her legs wide as he drives the candle deeper. With her back arched and her head resting against the back of the keyboard she feels her orgasm explode; her moans drowning out the sound of the piano as her shoulders press against the keys. James unrelentingly sucks harder on her clit, thrusting the candle endlessly in and out of her tightness, exacerbating the intensity of her orgasm. A shiver charges through her body as she rides out the final waves of the pleasures coursing through her. Slipping the candle out of her as the orgasmic shudders subside, he moves his mouth to her opening. Curling his tongue deep inside, her juices spilling onto his tongue, he laps at the sweetness of her nectar. 

Moving to his feet, James presses his mouth to Kim's, kissing her passionately. Savoring the taste of her own cum on his face, she kisses him hard as her hand moves over his bulge, feeling the firmness of his erection straining against the fabric of his sleep pants. Sliding from the stool, Kim falls to her knees as she tucks her fingers into the waistband; gently peeling his pants down over his hips watching as his cock springs free from its confinement. 

Circling her fingers around the base of his shaft, she runs her tongue up the length wetting it with her saliva. Dragging her tongue slowly over the head tasting the sweetness of his precum, she moves her other hand to his balls massaging them gently. Circling her tongue teasingly around the knob her lips encase it in the warmth of her mouth. Sliding his cock into her mouth, she sucks her inner cheeks snugly around the thickness, weaving her tongue over the muscle as she sucks it deeper toward the back of her throat. 

As her lips wrap around the base, James moans voicing his arousal. Slowly sucking back up the length, her hand follows the motions of her mouth as she begins to stroke him. Her tongue slides over his slit before her lips plunge back down his shaft, swallowing his cock deep into her throat. Moving her hand to his ass, Kim grips his cheek as she pulls his body into her face. Increasing the tempo, her mouth moves relentlessly over his cock, her tongue pressing against his muscle with every immersion as her mouth engulfs him deeper.

"Oh, yes!" James moans as he runs his fingers through her hair. Gripping his fingers tight in her hair, he pumps his cock deep, in and out of her mouth. Sucking her cheeks in tight around his shaft, Kim presses her tongue against his probing cock feeling it swell. With pressure building in his balls, James forces his cock deep into her throat as he feels the cum rising up his shaft.

"I hope you're ready," he moans as he throws his head back. With one forceful thrust of his hips, he spills his load deep into her throat. With her mouth full of his release, she swallows, feeling some spill from the sides of her mouth as he continues to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. Sucking his cock as she squeezes his ass, Kim milks his shaft, swallowing as the last of his cum floods her mouth.

"Oh my God, that was good," James sighs, his head swimming as he catches his breath. Running her tongue up his length once more, she stands, smiling as he pulls her to his face kissing her deeply. 

"Want to go to the bed?" 

"No, stay there," he says as he stands up and moves behind her. Bending her over, Kim rests her hands on the piano stool as James moves his hands over her ass cheeks. Falling to his knees he skims the tip of his tongue between her cheeks, teasing her with the tip as it circles her ass. Probing his tongue slowly and determined into her puckered hole penetrating her ass, he drives two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her moans loud as his fingers move forcibly into her, his tongue probing, driving her closer to another climax. 

"God, yes," she cries out. "Fuck me!"

Feeling his cock regaining its firmness, he stands, positioning himself as he slides the head over the wetness of her pussy, moving it to her opening and gently slides himself inside her tightness.

Her ass still feeling tense from the sudden penetration, causes her to tense her muscles as his shaft drives deeper. Her moans loud as his finger presses against her ass, easing its way inside her as his cock moves hard and emphatically, his grunts gaining momentum with each and every thrust. Closing her eyes, she bites her lip muffling her scream as her muscles close in around his cock. Gripping and releasing his shaft mercilessly as her orgasm explodes from deep within. 

"Oh, God James," she cries feeling a new wave of orgasm take over. "Don't stop!" Bucking her hips back against his blindly, she rides out her second fresh wave of orgasm. Gripping her hips firm as her muscles suck him deeper inside her, he feels his balls tighten. Fingering her ass hard and deep, feeling it move against his cock through the thin membrane of skin separating the two, he gives one hard and final thrust as his cock explodes deep inside her, filling her with his semen. Still pumping, his cock jerking as the last of his sperm spurts blindly inside her, James holds her spent body against his. 

"Oh my God, oh my God," she whispers as her breathing slowly returns to normal. Releasing himself from her, James sighs heavily.

"You are incredible." Wearily making their way to bed, both collapsing in each other's arms. Nestling up close, they close their eyes against the moon light streaming in through the open window. 

The morning sun streaming in through the open window stirring the pair, still naked and in the same position as they'd fallen the night before. Purring as she presses herself against his morning glory, Kim props herself on one arm.

"I'll go make coffee," she says tracing her fingers adoringly through his chest hair. Grabbing her robe, she clambers out of bed and makes her way to the kitchen.

As Kim stands, spooning coffee into the mugs, James slides up behind her. With his arms wrapped tenderly around her waist, he sighs.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," he whispers, kissing her hair softly.



No Turning Back



I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. That's why I moved to Boston. I had to get away from my small red-neck hometown in Maine where everyone knew me as the good girl who always did what was expected. Now I was going to let loose, dress the way I fantasized and let out the sex-starved woman I was hiding inside of me. There was no turning back. 

In school I hated my shyness and wished I had the courage to be like the girls who wore tight jeans or short skirts with tight t-shirts and had guys all over them. At lunch I heard their conversations of how they fucked so and so and liked giving blow jobs in the back seats of cars after school. I liked listening and could feel myself getting hot, but I just sat quietly wishing I had the nerve to dress differently, flirt and have a guy take me for a ride and fuck me--a word I couldn't even say. 

"Loosen up," my friend, Sally would say. "Molly, you've got nice big boobs and a great body but you cover it up in those baggy sweat shirts and long stupid looking skirts. Loosen up or you're going to be an old maid. You need a make over." 

I listened and nodded, knowing she was right but didn't know what to do. Sally wore tank tops and tiny skirts or hip hugging tight jeans and I would look at her wishing I had the nerve to dress like she did or the other girls but knew if I did everyone would look at me like I was crazy. The thought terrified me and I imagined them smirking or laughing, saying, "Hey, Molly! What's with you trying to be sexy?" 

The thought of the boys looking at me like they looked at the other girls frightened me, even though that's what I really wanted. I wanted to be sexy and hot and to do what they all talked about at lunch. I felt trapped inside my shyness, the image I had created as the good girl who was perfect--the perfect student, perfect daughter who went to church and sang in the choir--miss prim and proper, that was me and there was no escape.

It was mom who made me dress like I did because she didn't want the same thing to happen to me that happened to her--get knocked up. She got real religious and said to me, "Jesus made you to be a good girl. You're our angel." Dad just drank beer when he came home and rarely went to church with us. I don't think I ever saw them hug. 

After graduation, I worked at the Ace Hardware store in town. I could handle the transaction conversation, answer questions but even then I rarely looked at the person I was helping. Most of the customers were fishermen or carpenters and it was just ringing them up or putting things on their account, but a couple of them flirted with me saying things like, "come on smile, cutie," or they would see my name tag on my shirt and say, "Hey Molly--wanna go for a ride after work," and I would feel my face get red, my throat choke and I'd look away. When they'd leave, I always wished I could have said, "Yeah, I'd like that." But that was impossible. 

College was out of the question and though I was at the top of my class and could have gotten a scholarship, no one in my family ever went to college. My mom never graduated high school because she had me and my dad was a fisherman with his own lobster boat.

None of the girls that I went to school with went to college either. They all got jobs at the fish packing co-op or cleaned houses for the summer people or waited tables, got married and had their babies. I saw them getting heavier. They looked old and tired even though they were all in their early twenties. I'd see them at Dottie's Diner in town Saturday mornings or in the afternoon having coffee and gossiping. They had their babies either in carriages or on their laps. When I sat with them once in awhile all they did was complain about their stupid husbands and how they're always broke and too tired to fuck. "Life sucks," they'd say. 

I always liked to read and got hooked on these romance novels with glossy covers showing men with bare chests kissing these long haired women with their tits hanging out. I'd read them at night and the hot sex scenes would get me so turned on I'd get wet and masturbate, imagining getting ravished by a man, visualizing all the positions I read about. I was obsessed with these books and was getting more and more frustrated by the emptiness of my life. 

One day when I was over Sally's house she told me about this internet site she found where she could chat with guys and have on-line sex. She told me about this guy she meets late at night when her husband is asleep and it's like nothing she ever experienced. She said I should check it out. I had a computer that I got when I was in high school but only used it for school work and some shopping. 

That night I went to the site and got a password and there I was seeing all these weird sexy names. I was nervous but I made up a name--Angel Slut, surprising myself that I had the nerve to call myself that. But that's what I was. Like my mom said, I was an angel but I knew I didn't want to be. I wanted to be a sexy slut like one of the wild characters in the books I read. My new name excited me. It took awhile to get used to the site but I would get a message from someone and at first it scared the hell out of me, but as I got used to it, I found I could say things I would never say in real life.

I remember the first time I chatted with a guy named Lusty Lover. We started writing and after he asked me to describe myself and he described himself, I told him I had long brown hair, blue eyes and a thin body which was true. When he asked about my tits, I blushed but wrote I have big tits--which is also true. But when he asked me what I was wearing I looked down at my loose fitting t-shirt and baggy sweats and told him I was wearing a white satin thong and a tight tank top. 

Then he'd say, "Nice and what are you looking for on this site?" 

Suddenly, I took on this other voice and decided to tease him. "What do you think I'm looking for?"

"You want someone to get you hot and turn you on." 

"And you? What are you looking for?"

"Same thing you are--I want to find someone who likes rough fucking." 

"Is that what you like?" I wrote unable to believe what I was reading and writing. 

"Yeah. Don't you?"

"Maybe. It all depends." 

As I wrote this, I could feel myself getting wet and squirming on my chair.

"What does it depend on?" "How horny I am."

"Are you horny now?"

"Yes. Very."

"You want a big hard cock filling your cunt, don't you?"

"Yes!" I wrote, stunned by what I read. 

No one had ever talked to me like that. I pulled down my sweats and panties, lifting myself off the chair, sliding them over my ass, got them down, kicking them away. I spread my legs apart, laying back in the chair and cupped my pussy. God, I was hot. 

Then he wrote, "My cock is so hard now. I want to fuck you."

"You do, do you?" I typed then moved my hand back to my wet pussy rubbing myself harder. 

"Yeah. You want this big hard cock fucking you don't you?"

In my mind I visualized his big cock moving in and out of my pussy faster and faster, my legs wide apart. His words got me so hot I couldn't stand it and I suddenly started moving my fingers in and out of my pussy.

"You want a good hard fuck, don't you," he wrote.

"Yeah! I want your cock. I want you to fuck me!" I wrote then quickly put my fingers back in my pussy, moving them in and out. I was so turned on. Writing "Fuck me" excited me and I wanted to shout the words out loud, my imagination seeing and feeling what was happening. 

"Yeah! give me your fucking pussy, you slut!" 

His dirty talking pushed me over the edge and I started typing in capital letters words I had never said before and felt I was shouting at him. 

"TAKE ME! TAKE ME! GIVE ME YOUR BIG COCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I wrote back, then quickly put two fingers in my pussy moving it in and out faster and harder getting closer and closer. 

"I'M CUMMMMING! I'M CUMMMING! FUCK ME!" he wrote back.

I stopped writing, leaning back in my chair and fucked myself faster and faster with two fingers, "OHHHHHHHHHHH YES YES! OH BABY FUCK ME!" I shouted out loud as I sat back in my chair with my legs spread apart, my fingers going in and out faster and harder then somehow stopped to type, "GIVE ME YOUR COCK YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" 

"TAKE MY COCK! TAKE IT YOU FUCKING SLUT!!" came on the screen. 

"OHHHH FUCK! I'M CUMMMING! I'M CUMMMING! FUCK ME HARDER! "HARDER! HARDER!" I wrote as fast as I could then fell back on the chair, my legs wide apart, my fingers going faster and harder, another finger rubbing my clit. Suddenly I lifted my ass off the chair, convulsing in a huge orgasm, OHHHHH MYGOD! OH FUCK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, glad no one was home. I collapsed against the back of the chair, gasping for air, my head spinning then opened my eyes looking at the screen. 

"Ohhhhh, baby that was so hot!' I managed to write with trembling fingers, panting and shaking from my orgasm. 

"Yes it was hot. You're amazing." 

"Wow." I wrote, still breathing heavily. 

"Do you want to meet here again." 

"Sure," I wrote. 

"Come here tomorrow night at nine.'

"Okay. Nine tomorrow." 

And suddenly he was gone. I stared at the computer screen thrilled and confused at the same time. I loved screaming. I loved his dirty talk. I wanted more. It was the most exciting thing I had ever experienced but I knew it wasn't real. I mean it was real and not real at the same time. After I shut down the computer, wiped my fingers with some tissues, pulled up my sweats, I looked at myself in the mirror at my loose fitting t-shirt and baggy sweats. It was then that I knew I had to get away from this town and find the freedom to shed the skin of miss prim and proper and let the sex-starved me out. In bed that night I fantasized an apartment in Boston and dressing in sexy clothes, meeting guys in bars, cafes, or at work and having wild sex with no strings attached. I didn't want to end up getting old and not experiencing what I read about in my romance novels. I wanted to fuck and feel in real life what I had felt on the internet. The thought made me horny and I imagined a guy taking me to his apartment, pressing me against the door, ripping my clothes off of me, throwing me down on his bed and fucking me. I got really turned on and finger fucked my self again, screaming fuck me at my imaginary lover, my whole body shaking as I exploded in a huge orgasm before falling asleep. 

So here I am in Boston, a city about five hours from where I grew up--a stranger, alone, hoping I would have my fantasies come true. I had savings from my job and though I surprised everyone when I suddenly left town, I didn't care. I found a small furnished studio apartment on Craig's List, packed my bags, got Sally to drive me to the bus. She was the only one who knew my secret reason for leaving our town and promised not to tell anyone. 

"Make sure you take your birth control pills and be careful who you let fuck you," she said again as we stood by the bus. I didn't say anything when she said that but nodded. 

I thought about her words as I looked in the mirror, looking at myself in the new clothes I had just bought. Tonight would be my first adventure. Even though I was still a virgin, I wanted to be seductive and if I hooked up with a guy I would cross that bridge when I came to it. I was more than ready. 

I had gone shopping that afternoon at Victoria's Secret, a store I read about in a magazine. I wondered how I should dress. What would lure a man to make his move? I was excited and frightened at the same time. Would I chicken out? Would my shyness take over? Hopefully, what I wore would give me the courage to be Angel Slut like I was on the internet. I had a credit card which until now I hardly used. I was in heaven and got a white silky thong and a matching push up bra, a tiny black mini-skirt that was really tight and came half way down my thighs. I had long legs that were well toned from my being on the soccer team in high school. I also bought a pair of stone washed hip hugger jeans that were a size smaller than I would normally wear and they really showed off my ass when I tried them on at the store. I bought three tight fitting tank tops and a silky white blouse that was cut to show off breasts when I wore the push up bra. I tried on a really slinky red dress that clung to my body and barely covered my tits but would buy that at another time. I spent two hundred and fifty dollars and even splurged on some perfume the girl at the counter said really worked on luring men. I saw a pair of knee high boots that I knew would look great but they would have to wait until I got a job. I did have a pair of high heels that I had to buy for a wedding last year and I knew they would go well with the tight black mini skirt. 

Standing in front of the mirror, I decided to try on the jeans again to see how they looked with the black tank top. I squirmed into them and took a breath as I zipped and managed to get the button closed. I liked how they clung to my round ass and pressed into my pussy. They were skin tight and made me feel really sexy. I removed my bra before slipping the tank top over my head. It was tight but felt great on my tits. I could see my nipples and was surprised at how much cleavage showed. The tank top came down to just above my navel. I rubbed my tits through the soft material and felt my nipples getting hard as I moved my hands gently at first and then squeezed harder feeling myself getting aroused. 

Just then a knock at the door startled me. I could not imagine who would be knocking. I glanced at myself in the mirror, glancing at my ass and my tits barely contained by the tank top as I turned to answer the door. I looked really hot. 

When I opened the door I saw an older man, his dark long hair had flecks of grey. He had on a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his elbows. I noticed a tattoo of an anchor just under the rolled edge of his sleeve. 

"Sorry to disturb you. I'm the maintenance man and came to fix the dripping spigot in the kitchen sink." 

"Oh yes the dripping faucet," I said, looking at him, noticing his blue eyes and how his denim shirt was opened revealing a little of his hairy chest. "God, he looked sexy," I thought. 

I noticed him glance at my tits then quickly back at my eyes. "This shouldn't take long," he said as he walked past me, carrying a tool box and I noticed how snug his jeans were on his ass. I followed him to the small kitchen area. He put the tool box on the floor, turned on the faucet to let the water run then turned it off watching the water drip. "Probably just needs a washer," he said, smiling at me.

Again I could feel his eyes looking up and down my body. Though I was feeling shy and awkward at first, I knew I looked good in the tight jeans and tank top and liked how he was looking at me, though it was just a glance. I never had a man look at me like that because I never looked sexy before but I was getting turned on--really turned on. 

"By the way, my name's Jesse," he said as he kneeled down and opened his tool box.

"I'm Molly," I answered.

"Nice meeting you, Molly," he said, smiling at me then looked away and reached under the sink to turn the water off. "So what brings you to our fair city?" he asked, standing up and unscrewed the faucet handle, his back to me.

"I just wanted to try the big city after growing up in a small town in Maine," I said. "It's so boring there."

"You're looking for excitement, aren't you?" he asked, turning to face me, smiling, our eyes meeting. 

"Yes," I answered, liking how he looked into my eyes. 

"You shouldn't have any trouble finding what you're looking for," he said, glancing at my body, "a sexy looking girl, like you," he added then turned back to removing the faucet handle.

I didn't know how to respond to what he just said, but I liked it and could tell there was an attraction. I couldn't believe I had just arrived in Boston, moved into this tiny apartment and here I was with this sexy older man flirting with me. I was getting aroused but didn't know what to do about it. I only knew I was getting really turned on.

"So any ideas where I can find the kind of excitement I'm looking for?" I asked surprised to hear those words coming from my mouth. I had never spoken to a man like that but somehow feeling sexy in what I was wearing and liking how he looked at me gave me the courage to push the envelop, break out of my shell and be the new me.

"Depends on what kind of excitement you're looking for," he answered, turning from his work. He smiled, his blue eyes looking intensely into my eyes. 

"You know what kind of excitement I'm looking for," I said, looking into his eyes, smiling, flirting, but inside I was trembling, my mind spinning with surprise that I said that--the sexual tension rising. 

"Yes, I know exactly what you're looking for," he said, nodding, smiling slyly. 

Our eyes met, fixed on each other then he turned away and continued working. He didn't say anything. I looked at his ass in his snug jeans as he leaned over the sink, replacing the washer. I was getting hornier by the minute. I couldn't stand the silence and didn't know where this was heading, but I knew where I wanted it to go. I watched him working, silently, wanting to say something that would peak his interest in me. While working, he turned to look at me, smiled, our eyes meeting but still didn't say a word. He then got down on one knee, reaching under the sink, turning on the water then stood up, tried the faucet handle and nodded, seeing it was no longer dripping. He still hadn't said a word then turned to me, glancing up and down my body. His smiling eyes told me he liked what he saw. 

He then bent down and put his screw driver and wrench back in his tool box. The silence was driving me insane.

He continued looking at me, a slight teasing smile on his lips. My wet pussy was aching. His silence, his smile, his eyes looking into mine driving me wild. My nipples were hard, his deep blue eyes seducing me, taking me over the edge. 

He stood up and leaned back against the sink, his eyes fixed on mine then moved to my crotch, the seam of my jeans pressing into my pussy. When he did that, I looked at his crotch, noticing a big bulge in his tight jeans. He saw me looking at his crotch, his smile filled with knowing. 

I swallowed watching him slowly walk towards me, our eyes meeting. It was all I could do not to back up as he got closer. I felt my heart thumbing and wasn't sure if I was breathing when suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my ass, pulling me against him, thrusting his hard cock hard against my pussy and started grinding, forcing me to grind back. I had never had anything like that happen to me and I just wanted him to take me.

"I'm going to give you what you're looking for," he said, looking into my eyes then smashed his lips against mine, kissing me hard, opening my mouth with his fierce tongue. We were kissing madly, our tongues swirling in each others open mouths. I was dizzy as we wrestled each others tongues, our mouths wide open, devouring each other. I had never kissed a man like that before and I was feeling things I had never felt and could not believe what was happening to me.

He then slammed me hard against the wall, gripping my ass, pulling me against him, grinding his cock harder into my pussy, nudging my legs wide apart then arching me so that my jean covered pussy was completely exposed to his hard grinding humping thrusts. 

"You want a good hard fuck, don't you?' he said looking in my eyes as he continued humping me, fucking me through the crotch of my tight jeans. "That's what you're looking for," he added, then quickly took my mouth with another fierce kiss. 

"Yeah, I want you to fuck me!" I said, pulling my mouth from his, gasping for air. It felt great to say, "fuck me!" out loud and I said it again, looking into his eyes. "Yeah I want a good hard fuck!" I had never spoken to a man like that except on the internet. He moved his hard cock up and down my jean covered pussy, grinding into me, my legs wide apart and I pushed myself as hard as I could, grinding back against the stiff pole in his jeans. He was driving me crazy. I grabbed his ass as he held mine and we were humping each other, madly fucking through our jeans. 




No Turning Back



Suddenly, he grabbed the straps of my tank top and roughly pulled them down, my tits spilling out then he palmed them roughly arousing me even more. He then sucked one of my nipples, taking it in his mouth, devouring it then biting it, while his other hand crushed my other tit, our humping each other getting harder and harder, almost violent. 

Suddenly, falling to the kitchen floor, he rolled on his back pulling me on top, my legs straddling him, my pussy grinding against his hard cock while he sucked my nipple, making loud guttural sounds, almost swallowing my tit. 

He lifted his ass off the floor, thrusting his cock against me, forcing me to come down hard causing sensations on my pussy I had never experienced. We were both out of our minds as we rocked hard against each other. 

My jeans were so tight on my ass I thought they'd split as I rode him like he was a bucking bronco. The seam of my jeans pressed into my pussy, rubbing my clit. My tits hung out over my tank top, bouncing all over the place, my hair flailing. I could not believe this was happening to me on my first day in the city. 

Suddenly, he flipped me on my back got up on his knees and started taking off my jeans, pulling at the waistband, fumbling with the button until I took over, lifting my ass, squirming out of them, watching him unzipping his jeans. He then grabbed the legs of my jeans, pulling them over my feet then flipped them over his shoulder. He pulled his jeans down just over his ass and I saw his hard big cock standing straight out over my dripping pussy. Suddenly I knew I had to tell him I was a virgin. I didn't know how his cock would ever fit into my pussy and the fear of being hurt or scaring him away swept through me.

"I'm a virgin," I said, looking up at him and at his cock. 

"Thought so," he said, smiling. 

"You did?'"

"Call it intuition. I had a feeling you've never been laid."

"Really!"

"Yes. I know innocence when I see it." He paused. "Don't worry, Molly, it will hurt at first but you will be fine," he said, looking down at me. His eyes suddenly looked tender and his smile looked kind. "And I had a vasectomy," he added. "Just relax." 

He then lowered his head to my pussy, lifting my legs over his shoulders started licking me, lightly at first then harder, moving his tongue up and down, licking and lapping my wet pussy, making soft guttural moans that got louder as his tongue went deeper and faster causing my head to thrash from side to side.

He then found my clit and his licking tongue caused me to jolt and shudder. I was on the verge of exploding. I couldn't believe the sounds coming from my mouth as I shouted, "Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh yes, yes, oh my god that's so good, ohhhhhhh! I can't stand it." Suddenly I was about to cum and shouted, "Eat me! Eat me! Ohhhhhh my god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhhh!" and suddenly, I exploded in what felt like a bolt of electricity roaring from my pussy and through every inch of my trembling body. 

Jesse was relentless as his mouth continued to ravish my pussy, fucking me with his tongue, darting it in and out, sending another huge orgasm through me. 

He then got on his knees between my legs and moved the tip of his cock up and down my dripping pussy lips. He was being gentle but forceful at the same time as he moved forward slowly pushing the head of his cock just inside, entering gently, at first, opening my tight pussy, going a little deeper with each thrust. I could not believe how good it felt then suddenly he stopped, holding his cock just above my aching pussy then pushed his way deeper, thrusting his cock against the barrier of my hymen. He let his cock stay still a second, giving me time to get to use to the size of his cock then pushed a little harder trying to penetrate then quickly reared back and thrust harder causing me to scream with pain as he broke through my thin membrane.

"Oh my God! You're so big!" I screamed out in exquisite pain as his cock went deeper into my pussy, breaking through the thin skin. 

"Oh Molly, you're so tight. It feels so good!" 

"Ohhhhhhh my god, I like this. I like it. Do it! Keep going! Don't stop! Ohhhhhhhhhh yes, it's so good. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh please, please, please." I had never experienced anything so intense, so thrilling. I was being fucked, no longer a virgin and was surprised how vocal I was, unable to contain myself.

He pulled out and suddenly thrust deep into me, opening me even more with his hard cock causing me to scream louder, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmygod! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!" It was painful at first but I loved it and wanted more.

He pulled out again and thrust his cock deep into me then started going faster and harder, pulling out and thrusting over and over again, faster and faster and suddenly he yelled, "I'm cummmmming ohhhhhhhh Molly Give me your pussy! Fuck me Fuck me! Fuck me!"

My pussy gripped his hard cock as he thrust deep and hard and I felt his hot cum pour into my pussy causing me to orgasm again, both of us screaming our heads off, filling the room with our loud voices as we both exploded in huge orgasms. 

Jesse gave one final thrust and then collapsed on me. I could not budge but loved the weight of him on me, both of us gasping for air, as we lay on the kitchen floor, completely spent. His cock was still in my pussy as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, loving the warmth and sensation on my pussy feeling so full, wanting to keep him in me. I wanted this to last forever.

After a few minutes he lifted his head from my shoulder and looked into my eyes. I could not believe how blue and warm they were. He just looked at me and then smiled.

"Are you okay? I was pretty rough on you for your first time."

"Yes. I'm fine,' I answered. "I loved it." 

"Listen, I live down stairs in the basement in a small apartment--that's the gig I have here, fixing things in exchange for a place to stay."

As he spoke, he swiveled his hips slightly causing his soft cock to move slowly in my pussy. 

I was getting turned on again and closed my eyes at the tingles he was causing.

"Come down later and I'll give you more of what you're looking for," he said, smiling. 

"Oh, yeah," I answered, playfully, challenging him with a teasing smile. 

"Wear something sexy like you want to seduce me and you'll have all that you can handle. I will drive you crazy,' he added.

Swiveling his hips slowly, his cock in my pussy, his words tantalizing me, I wanted more and he knew it, but he slowly pulled out and got on his knees, looking down at me. He stood up, his cock hanging limply between his legs, fascinating me. I still felt the painful sensation of my cherry being taken and the intensity of my orgasm. I noticed a small trickle of blood on my thigh but felt happy.

He pulled on his jeans and kneeled down next to me on the floor, his twinkling blue eyes looking into mine. He leaned over and kissed me, lightly. "See you at seven," he said, reaching for his tool box and then stood up. He smiled and then left, closing the door quietly, leaving me lying on the kitchen floor. I shook my head from side to side unable to believe what had happened. My first day away from home and suddenly I am on the kitchen floor being fucked, losing my virginity to a man I just met. I thought about Jesse and loved how rough he was with me and also how gentle. He was perfect. I could not believe my luck. The thought of going to his basement apartment wearing sexy clothes, being seductive got me wet again. What was happening? Where was I heading?

**********

My light brown hair came down below my shoulders. I put on a little make up, a touch of lip gloss and a little mascara to emphasize my green eyes. The tight black skirt came down mid thigh and clung to my ass. My new silky white thong barely covered my shaved pussy and felt great on my ass. I wore the white satiny blouse that was cut low and the push up bra that revealed my cleavage--glad I was blessed with big tits. I tied a small black scarf around my neck. The high heel shoes looked perfect with the skirt and a dash of the perfume added to the feeling that I looked and felt sexy. 

Wondering if I was a little overdressed for a basement apartment, I walked down two flights of stairs, trying to be calm and there I was in front of his apartment. I knocked and waited and when he opened the door, he was wearing jeans and a white t shirt and bare-footed. He had recently showered because his long grayish hair was still wet. 

"I never wear shoes," he said as he let me in. He smiled, his eyes moving up and down my body. "Nice," is all he said, looking into my eyes. 

"Thanks," I responded as I walked in and glanced around the small room. Two walls were filled with books and several books lay open on the floor next to a dark green chair with a lamp next to it. A closed laptop sat on a small desk. A round oak table was near the kitchen and was set with two bowls and candles. 

"I made us some soup--more of a Moroccan stew," he said. "I hope you haven't had dinner yet."

"No,' I said. "Just half a tuna sandwich after you left. I looked at the table. "Soup would be great. I never had anything Moroccan," I added, surprised that he made dinner. 

"And I have some bread in the oven. It's almost done."

"You bake bread," I said, even more surprised. 

"Yes I like to cook and I've been baking bread for years."

"I have to admit, I was not expecting this when you left and told me you were going to give me what I was looking for." 

"I'm going to--maybe even more than you are looking for," he said with a sly, playful look in his eyes as he walked towards the stove. He bent down and took out a round loaf of bread, tapped his thumb on the bottom to make sure it was done and put it on the counter. 

"Smells good," I said. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?" I smiled. "I'm still reeling from this afternoon." 

"Me, too. I didn't expect anything would happen when I went to fix your sink, but you looked so hot and so vulnerable at the same time, I knew I wanted you and I knew you wanted me."

"That's never happened to me before," I said. "I mean, you were right, I came here to get away from my town where everybody saw me as a good girl. I'm so shy and wanted to break out of being what people expected. I want excitement. I want passion, but didn't think it would happen so fast."

"I know," he said, nodding. "And it takes courage to leave the familiar for the unknown." "I know I am taking a chance. I don't know anyone here and that's what I wanted--to be a stranger and let the real Molly out," I said, somehow feeling I could be open and honest with him.

"I can help you," he said. "I think you're really pretty and sexy but I also see the frightened little girl in you."

"You do? What do you see?"

"I see innocence, shyness, goodness, pain--lots of pain, but I also see a passionate woman who has been hiding her sexuality, her need to be loved, her need to satisfy her lust." He paused. "You are hungry to feel everything there is to feel. You are an angel filled with goodness and a passionate lustful woman who wants to fuck like a slut." He paused, "but you're not a slut." 

I was stunned how he described me. His use of the word slut stirred something deep in me and suddenly I felt a stirring between my legs. I remembered my on-line name Angel Slut.

"You're amazing. You're so right," I said feeling he was seeing into my soul. I was getting turned on by how he spoke and looked at me. 

Just then he came close, looking me in the eyes. He put his arms around, moving his hand up and down my back and then started rubbing and squeezing my ass. His touch was gentle and firm. I wrapped my arms around his back, moving my pussy against his bulging cock. It was as if he were reading my mind. 

"You look so hot in that dress," he said, looking into my eyes then lowered his head and kissed my tits as they rose out of my tight low cut blouse. His mouth kissed my tits while his hand gripped my ass pulling me against his hard cock.

"I want you to be my slut," he said, looking into my eyes. 

I was stunned by his words but somehow he knew I was a good girl who wanted to be bad. He knew I wanted raw animalistic sex and he was going to give me that. "You want a man to fuck your brains out like we did this afternoon."

I pushed my pussy harder against him, grinding into his cock. His hand gripped my ass tighter.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"Maybe," I said, looking into his eyes, smiling. 

"You want to let go and be wild and uninhibited, don't you?" The way he spoke to me was exciting yet I felt he was also being playful and I wanted to play his game. 

"Yes, you know what I want and now I'm going to take it," I said, surprised at my urge to be bold and aggressive. 

Suddenly, I pushed him towards the dark green chair and forced him to sit down. I stood over him in my heels, looking down at him, my legs wide apart, my tight skirt high on my thighs, straining against my ass. I couldn't believe I was doing this. What was coming over me, giving me the courage to take charge? 

I kneeled down between his legs, looked into his eyes, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper and grabbed his hard cock--my eyes fixed on it then moved my mouth close, my tongue licking it. I had never done any thing like this before but followed my instincts, knowing what I wanted.

He leaned back in the chair, his legs spread apart. I gripped his hard cock in my hand, loving how warm and firm it felt standing straight up in front of me. I had never looked at a cock before, the mushroom head, the thick vein and now my mouth was salivating to devour it. I never wanted anything more then to take his cock in my mouth. 

I moved my tongue up and down the underside of his pulsing cock, licking along the thick vein then licking the head like it was a big lolli-pop then licking the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue, teasing him, tasting him as he writhed on the chair, my eyes looking into his as I licked, loving my power over him, loving how he looked into my eyes.

"Oh yeah, that's it, that feels so good," he said, grabbing my hair as I took the head of his cock in my mouth, moving my wet lips over the rim, licking, swallowing and moaning as it filled my mouth. I had never given a blow job but somehow his moaning made me hungrier for his cock and told me what to do. I gripped the base of his shaft with my hand and moved my wet mouth up and down his cock faster and faster, my hand squeezing, moving faster and faster, loving the sucking slurping sounds of my mouth as I swallowed his cock.

"Ohhhhh yes, that feels so good!" he said pulling my hair, lifting his ass off the chair, thrusting and fucking my mouth, encouraging me to suck harder and faster. 

As I took his thrusting cock, I put my hand under my tight skirt which was already up to my hips, grabbed my thong covered pussy and started playing with it, rubbing it hard then moved the thong aside and put two fingers in my pussy and started fucking myself as he fucked my mouth even harder. 

"I'm going to cum," he yelled and I could feel his body tense, his cock swelling inside my mouth which made my mouth go faster on his cock and my fingers go faster in my pussy.

I devoured his cock, bobbing harder and faster. Suddenly, I felt him on the verge of exploding, grabbing my head, thrusting faster and harder then yelled, "I'm cummmmmming fuck me! fuck me!" and exploded, his hot cum gushing into my mouth and dripping down my chin. Just as he exploded, my frantic fingers took me over the edge and a huge orgasm swept over me and I screamed out, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyes oh god oh my god!" 

He looked down at me on the floor between his legs as I came all over my hands and his cum was on my mouth, my tongue moving over my lips, wanting to swallow every drop. I had never tasted cum before but loved the warm salty taste. Swallowing as much as I could, I then licked his cock getting more of his cum, our eyes on each other as I licked, loving the power I had to make him cum in my mouth. 

He sat back in his chair, his legs spread, his limp, wet cock hanging over his open jeans. I was on my knees, my tight dress up over my hips, my wet thong exposed. We were both breathing heavily, looking at each other, trying to absorb what had just happened. 

"You learn fast," he said, smiling. 

"Maybe I have a good teacher," I said, smiling, looking into his eyes.

We sat quietly a moment then he reached forward, took my hands and pulled me to him. I laid my head on his lap and he ran his fingers gently through my hair. Neither of us spoke, but I loved his gentle, soothing touch, especially after the intensity we just experienced.

"How about some soup," he asked after a few minutes of quiet. 

"Good idea. Now that I had an appetizer," I said, smiling up at him. 

He chuckled and moved forward. I stood up and he wrapped his arms around me and I felt so good. I felt safe. I suddenly felt I could say and do anything I wanted.

He then went to the stove and said, "Bring me your bowl and we'll have some dinner." 

He filled my bowl and his then sliced the bread and brought it to the table with a small plate of butter. He moved smoothly and looked comfortable. He sat down, his chair not far from mine. I was glad he hadn't sat on the opposite side of the table.

"I think I am going to like being your maintenance man," he said, smiling. I loved how he looked me directly in the eyes when he spoke. 

"I bet you know how to fix lots of things," I said, smirking. 

"I do, so just call me anytime you're in need--even if it's the middle of the night and you need something taken care of. I'd be glad to be of service." 

"Sounds like you really love your work," I said, taking a sip of the soup. "Mmmmmm, this is delicious, Jesse. I took another sip. "Almost as good as the appetizer."

"Thank you," he said, nodding.

I could not believe I was having this playful conversation with a man I had just met. Somehow, my shyness vanished. Here I was in his apartment having dinner after giving him a blow job. "Is this me?" I asked myself. "Is this really happening? Where is this going?" My mind was spinning with disbelief. 

"Hey, stop thinking," he said. 

I was stunned that he said that as if he could read my mind. 

"So who are you?' I asked, "You seem to know everything about me but I don't know anything about you except you like to fix things." 

He dipped a piece of bread in his soup, brought it slowly to his mouth, took a bite and looked at me with that wonderful smile on his lips.

"Well, believe it or not I will be sixty in April, but I feel like I'm in my thirties."

"Sixty! No way. You don't look or act like your sixty." 

"Thanks. I know it's trite to say age is just a number but the fact is you're old when you think you're old. I don't care how old I am or how old you are." 

"Me either," I nodded. "Anyway, I think I'm getting to like older men." 

"Good," he said, pushing his empty bowl away. "Anyway, I used to be a teacher and got out of that after ten years of realizing how bad the schools were. I had ideas of how I wanted to teach but got in trouble too many times so I just walked out." 

"What did you teach?' 

"English and history," he said. "Now I'm a writer--stories, poetry. I'm working on a novel, now."

"Wow I love to read," I said. "But you wouldn't approve of what I like to read," I added. 

"Hey Molly, I don't judge. You don't need to worry about my approval."

"That's good," I said, liking his attitude. "I grew up around disapproval. My mom made me dress all prim and proper. My teachers, my church, my friends all expected me to be a certain way and I was trapped."

"So here you are escaping your prison." "Right. I needed to get away so I wouldn't smother to death. I wanted to feel alive and real. I read these romance stories filled with passion and sex and that's what I want--that's what I hoped I would find."




No Turning Back



"And here we are," he said.

"Yes, I can't believe I just arrived and here I am fucking the maintenance man on the kitchen floor on my first day." I loved being able to talk to him like this. Just saying the word "fucking" out loud to a man was unbelievable. I could not believe this was actually happening--the real Molly was breaking out and the thought of all my sexual fantasies coming true swirled through my mind. 

"You want a fuck buddy, don't you?" 

"Yes, a fuck buddy," I repeated, chuckling. I had never heard that term before but it sounded exciting. "That's what I want." 

"It's honest. No games. No expectations. No pretending--just two people wanting to pleasure each other with no strings."

"Sounds like we both want the same thing," I said, suddenly getting turned on by his words and attitude. 

"The trick is keeping it simple. Not letting it turn into anything more--that's when it can get messy. But you never know what life has in store for you. Things just happen and you go along for the ride." I nodded and leaned back in my chair to relax. My skirt was high on my thighs. When I sat back, he turned his chair towards me, lifted his leg and with his bare foot moved my legs apart. I wasn't sure what he was doing until he suddenly pressed his foot against my pussy and started rubbing me. God that felt good. I opened my legs wider and closed my eyes as he played with me--his foot and my small satiny thong pressed against my wet pussy. 

I opened my eyes and loved how he was watching me, knowing he was getting me hot. I wanted to get him hot too, so I did the same, I lifted one bare foot, moving it past his leg and pressed the arch of my foot against the bulge in his jeans. He closed his eyes and his head fell back as the sensation from my foot shot through him.

"Molly, you learn how to play fast," he said moving his foot harder up and down my soaked thong and aching pussy.

"Ohhh, Jesse that feels so good." I shifted forward grinding my pussy harder against his foot, wanting to fuck it. He was driving me crazy. I could not believe what a slut I was becoming. I was crazed and wanted his big cock ravishing me. I pushed my foot harder against his cock, grinding the arch into him with more intensity while shoving my pussy harder against his foot, my lust overpowering me with the need to explode causing me to shout, "I want your cock. I want it now! Fuck me!" 

"No, not yet," he said, smiling devilishly, pushing his heel against my pussy then suddenly pulling it away, leaving me stunned and desperate.

"Oh no! Don't stop! Please! Don't do this to me!" 

Jessee looked at me, his foot barely an inch from my soaked pussy, my heart beating madly, my breathing heavy, my nipples hard. Suddenly, I pulled down my tight blouse and bra, my big tits spilling out, feeling completely uninhibited, I leaned back in the chair, grabbing my tits, rubbing them hard, pinching and twisting my nipples, squirming forward in my chair, my tight skirt high on my thighs, my legs wide apart, lifting my hips and thrusting my pussy towards his foot unable to reach it. It was so close. I could feel its heat and I wanted it more than anything, squirming and stretching towards it. I was desperate and all I wanted was to be fucked hard--nothing else mattered. He smiled looking into my hungry eyes as I strained to fuck his foot like it was his cock. 

Suddenly, unable to stand it, I leaped up off the chair and straddled his legs, lifting my tight skirt, feeling it straining against my hips and came down hard against his bulging cock. I moved my aching pussy up and down the length of his cock, the barrier of my soaked thong and his jeans driving me even crazier. I was insane when he grabbed my ass pulling me harder against his stiff pole. I couldn't stand it any longer and sat straight up and reached down between my legs to unbuttoned his jeans then unzipped them. His eyes were fixed on mine as I grabbed his hard cock and pulled it out, grasping it in my hand, feeling it throbbing as I held it straight up. With my feet on the floor, I lifted myself, moved my tiny thong aside and suddenly came down hard on his rock hard cock, the sensation of it impaling me filling me, overwhelming me. I gasped then screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmygod you're so big!" 

"Ride me! Ride me! Come on Molly take my cock for a ride!" he screamed, his strong hands on my hips lifting me above his cock then pulling me down on him.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck!" I screamed, my hair flailing, my tits bouncing, just above his mouth. The power of my riding him pushed the chair back and just as it felt like it was going to tip over backwards, he pushed me off of him, stood up. He grabbed my arm with one hand and quickly moved the dishes aside with his other hand then pushed me face down on the table, crushing my tits against the surface. He grabbed my hands and stretched my arms over my head. I gripped the edge of the table as he leaned over my back, his hands on my hips, spreading my legs apart before thrusting his cock into me fast and hard. I was on the verge of exploding in a huge orgasm, his hard cock thrusting faster and harder, opening me like I've never been before.

"'Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed, loving those words coming out of my mouth as he rammed his cock into me like a hot piston driving a long hard rod deep into my cunt. 

"Take my cock you slut! Take it! Take it! Take it! You little slut," he yelled with each hard deep thrust. His words and his pounding cock made my pussy grip him even harder and suddenly I let go, my whole body convulsing sending shock waves throughout my body. "Ohhhhhhhhhgod! I'm cummmmming! Don't stop! Just fuck me!" He kept thrusting harder and harder through my orgasm and just as I was about to climax again, I felt his body tense, his cock swelling in me and he screamed, "Ohhhhhhhh Molly! I'm cummmmmmmmmming!"

The sensation of his hot cum shooting into my exploding pussy caused me to scream with him, our loud voices filling the small apartment with our ecstatic yelling. He then collapsed on my back, his cock still in me as we both lay gasping for air on his table. I loved the weight of his warm body on me. I could not move. He kissed my shoulder and my neck as he lay on me. I did not release his cock keeping it trapped deep in my pussy. His kisses were so soft and gentle. I could not believe this was me being kissed so tenderly with a cock in my pussy. I was dizzy with emotion and sensations I had never felt before. 

Just then he lifted me off the table, took my hand and moved me to the small bed on the other side of the room. We lay down and he embraced me then pushed me gently on my side facing away from him so that we were spooning. He wrapped me in his arms and I hugged them as he held me. I felt so content. I closed my eyes and I think we both fell asleep. 

When I woke up, I turned and saw Jesse was asleep, his arms gently resting on me. I lay there feeling his warm body, listening to his quiet breathing, so many thoughts and feelings spinning in my mind. I could not believe I had just arrived to start my new life and never expected I would meet a man like Jesse on my first day.

After a few minutes, I felt Jesse stirring. I turned my head towards him. He opened his eyes and looked up at me and smiled. He rubbed my thigh as we lay there quietly. He kissed my shoulder then the back of my head. I could feel his cock pressed against my round ass. We were both quiet, but his hand rubbing my thigh was soothing. Gently, he turned me on my back and leaned over me, smiling, looking into my eyes. Without speaking, he got between my legs, his cock pressed against my pussy. I looked up at him, our eyes locked on each other's eyes. 

"Want some dessert," he said.

"Sure," I smiled, looking into his eyes. 

We kissed and fucked again, only this time he entered me slowly, his body seemed light and his slow thrusting felt so tender. He pulled out even slower creating such an excruciating tingling in my pussy, I could barely move under him. I just wanted to savor the intense sensation of his cock going slowly in and out of my pussy. He looked into my eyes as he moved then stopped, his cock deep in me felt so big and full. After lying like that for a minute or two, he began to move in a small, slow screwing motion. I moved with his motion, my pussy gripping his cock, the slow movement driving me insane with wanting more. I started moving faster, lifting my ass of the bed to get him deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. Just then he pulled out slowly leaving me breathless. He looked down at me, smiled and then suddenly he thrust his cock into me hard and deep. 

"Ohhhhhhhh yes! I gasped at the power of his thrust. The slow pulling out of me then ramming his cock in me was intense. He then grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulder. I felt him move slightly forward, looking into my eyes then suddenly thrust deep and hard again and again, his cock rubbing my clit with each thrust, each time going faster, deeper, harder, our eyes locked on each others eyes, my orgasm building slowly with each hard thrust. I lifted my ass off the bed, urging him to really fuck me, shouting, "Harder! Harder!" getting him to drive me back to the bed with his pounding cock, both of us getting closer, his thrusts getting faster, harder, deeper then suddenly my trembling body convulsed, his body tensed and suddenly we both exploded in huge orgasms screaming at the top of our lungs, filling the small apartment with our ecstatic shouting, his thrusting cock gushing hot spurts of cum into my already overflowing pussy. 

He collapsed on me and we were gasping and panting. I loved his weight on me, the aroma of our sex, the warm wetness of our bodies, our heavy breathing as I lay there holding him in my arms, looking up at the ceiling, unable to comprehend what was happening to me and had no idea where my life was going. I only knew there was no turning back. 

I did not want to leave Jesse's bed. I loved being held and the warmth of our bodies. I knew my life was now changed forever. This was my first day in Boston and I couldn't believe I was in bed with a man I just met. I couldn't believe we had fucked on the kitchen floor of my apartment. I couldn't believe I actually had dinner with a man who seemed to see into my soul and knew me. Things like this happen in romance novels and in movies, but they don't happen in real life and they definitely don't happen to me. My mind was spinning trying to comprehend what was happening. 

"Thinking again," Jesse whispered, lifting his head from my shoulder and smiling into my eyes.

I nodded looking into his blue eyes, noticing how they twinkled and the lines next to his eyes as he smiled. I didn't know what to say. I was still stunned by my being here and all that was happening. 

"Be here," he said, leaning on his elbow, propping his head on his hand, smiling down at me. 

I nodded again, smiling back at him, trying to stop my mind.

"I don't believe what is happening to me. I don't believe all this is happening on my first day away from home."

He nodded, listening but didn't say anything. He just looked at me with his tender smile. I sighed, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I glanced over at the table, the soup bowls pushed to one side remembering how he fucked me there. My eyes moved around the small room at the books, the green chair, the small kitchen, the loaf of bread on the counter, half sliced. I looked back at Jesse, still looking down at me, smiling.

He lowered his face and kissed me lightly. I returned the kiss. We were still silent. 

"Do you believe in destiny?" I asked, breaking the silence, remembering a few of the romance novels I read.

"I don't know," he responded. "All I know is that life is mysterious." He paused. "I would like to believe in destiny and fate, but I also think everything is random, haphazard. Things just happen and there is no rational explanation."

I listened as he spoke, enjoying his thinking but still bewildered by what was happening to me. 

"We humans think we have to understand everything so we make up stories to explain what can't be explained. Do you know what I mean?" 

"I think so," I responded, nodding.

"That's why I said stop thinking. You're trying to figure out what's happening instead of being in the present and just enjoying."

"You're right" I nodded. "But it's hard not to think and try to make sense of everything."

"True, but when you realize that life just happens and you have little or no control, you just accept what comes your way and embrace it. That's my philosophy." He leaned down and kissed me again, lightly. "Whether our meeting like we did today was destiny or just luck, I don't know. The only thing that matters is that it happened and here we are." He kissed me again. "So let's enjoy and go hour by hour and see what happens." 

"I've never met anyone like you," I said, liking how his long grayish hair hung over one eye as he looked down at me. 

"You never will, either," he answered. "You will never meet anyone like me," he said. "I know that sounds like I'm tooting my own horn--which I am, but you will see." 

"What will I see?" I asked. 

"I am not going to tell you what you will see, but you will know what I mean in good time."

I felt confused by his words but just listened, fascinated by the mystery he was creating.

Suddenly, he moved and sat on the side of the bed. He took my hand, looking back at me--my head on the soft pillows. I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to say as he looked into my eyes. He took a deep breath. 

"Molly, I am almost thirty years older than you. You are young and I am happy that we have met but I don't want to get in your way or complicate your life."

"What are you saying?" I asked. "Is this a one-night stand?" I asked feeling anger rising. 

"I hope not," he said. 

"What do you mean you don't want to complicate my life or get in my way?"

"You've been in Boston for one day. You have to experience being free to explore what it's like to be away from home and on your own. Meet other men--younger men closer to your age."

"Are you brushing me aside?' I asked, feeling my heart pounding. 

"No," he answered, taking my hand. "I'm not brushing you off. If anything I want to bring you closer by letting you go."

"Letting me go?" I blurted out. "I don't get it," I said, stunned by his words. 

"Life has more imagination than the mind," he said, rubbing the back of my hand as he held it with his other hand. 

"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked, confused and still feeling I was being rejected. 

"It means you have to live and see where life takes you," he said, calmly. "Let the path unfold and take it one step at a time."

"I'm doing that. I left my town where I was a prisoner and came to Boston and I met you on my first day. I still can't believe it and now you are telling me you think I should meet other men. Why?" 

He nodded, his blue eyes looking into mine, seeing how upset and confused I was. 

"Why would you want me to meet other men unless you are not happy with me and this is your way of brushing me off, taking advantage of me and then saying you're letting me go for my own good. It feels like you are pushing me away." 

"I understand you feel I am brushing you off, but I'm not," he said. "I can see what a good hearted, wonderful person you are. I would be a fool to brush you off, but you need freedom. You have been in a prison all of your life. It's time for you to feel free, meet other men, fuck them, go places, get a job, experience the world." He paused. 

Tears swelled up in my eyes, my throat ached as I tried not to cry. I heard his words but at that moment, he was all I wanted to experience. I was trembling and did not want to leave the bed and at the same time I wanted to run away. I was angry that he did not want to possess me, that he didn't think enough of me to keep me, make him his, that he wanted me to be with other men. Why? Why was he doing this to me?

"Don't be upset, Molly?" he said, looking into my eyes. "Believe me, this is for the best."

Suddenly, I sat up then pushed myself out of bed, quickly found my skirt, my bra, my blouse. I held back my tears and then my words burst out before I could stop them, "I HATE YOU!" 

I quickly got dressed, picked up my shoes and bolted for the door. I turned to him. "I HATE YOU!" 

I ran down the hall and up the stairs to my apartment. I was sobbing. It was early in the morning and no one was up. I opened my door and slammed it shut, half hoping he would have followed me, try to stop me, but he didn't. I wanted him to keep me. I was shaking and somehow wanted to make him want me. I would show him. I would hurt him like he was hurting me. I was determined. 

Later, after taking a shower, I tried to sleep but couldn't. All I could think of was Jesse and what a bastard he was for brushing me off after seducing me. I glanced at my digital clock and saw it was eight-thirty and decided to get dressed and go to the coffee shop up the street, get a paper and start job hunting. I needed a job and I wanted Jesse to know I didn't need him. I would snub him, show him how much I hated him for hurting me. "I'll show him," I said as I got dressed in my tight jeans and tiny tank top. I combed and fluffed out my hair and liked how sexy I looked. 

When I walked outside, Jesse was coming out of the alley carrying two trash cans to the curb. I saw his eyes looking up and down my body, obviously liking what he saw but he didn't make a move to come towards me. I turned away, barely looking at him and walked in the opposite direction towards the coffee shop. I knew he was looking at me and I liked that. I wanted him to know what he was losing, but I was not going to give him an inch. I was determined not to let him hurt me again. I would make him want me and then not give in to him. No way would I let myself be vulnerable again. I wanted him to see me with other men, wondering if I was fucking them, making him jealous and know he lost me by brushing me off. How could he want me to fuck other men and not be his? I was furious and determined to hurt him. 

********

I walked into a café up the street called, "The Coffee Club." I looked around, noticing it was nicely furnished with small wooden tables, some of them round, some square with two chairs lined against the brick wall. There were couches and soft chairs with magazines. It was still early but the café was crowded with business men on cell phones, college students, women dressed in smart suits, others in skirts and blouses, many in jeans or slacks. Some people had computers and others listened to their I-pods. It was busy with the subdued buzz of conversations and the jazzy music playing in the background. Several men looked up as I walked by their tables towards the counter. Obviously my tight jeans and skimpy tank top were catching eyes and I liked that. 

I went up to the counter and looked up at the big black board on the wall that listed all kinds of coffees--espresso, cappuccino, lattes and on and on--things I had heard of but never had. I didn't know what to order when the dark haired girl behind the counter asked, "What can I get you?" 

I looked up at the board then back at her, noticing the small gold stud in her nose and at least six tiny earrings in a row on her ear. She smiled at me while I thought.

"So many choices," I said. 

"Yeah, there are," she answered, nodding.

"Just a regular coffee," I said, still too upset with Jesse to think. 

"To go or for here," she asked, looking at me with a slight smile. I think she was looking me over which made me feel funny. 

"For here," I responded. 

"Cool," she answered. "A mug is a dollar-twenty five but you can have a refill for another quarter."




No Turning Back



"Just the mug," I answered, looking around for an empty table. 

When I turned, I saw a man looking at me and our eyes met. I quickly turned away but knew he was checking me out. He was probably my age and had short blond hair. I liked that he was looking at me but didn't want to show any interest. I knew I had to walk past his table to get to the empty one I saw near the rear of the café. 

While I waited for my coffee, I went over to the rack with newspapers and picked up the Boston Globe and got back to the counter just as my coffee was coming. 

"That's two twenty-five with the paper," she said.

I gave her a five dollar bill and when she handed me the change, she said, "Don't look now, but that blond haired guy over there hasn't taken his eyes off of you."

"Oh," I said, acting surprised. 

"I know him," she said. "Be careful. He's trouble."

"Thanks," I said, picking up my mug of coffee and tucked the paper under my arm. 

When I walked past his table, I resisted glancing at him but could feel his eyes on me.

"Hi," he said, smiling at me. 

"Hi," I said, turning to him, nodding, smiling slightly and continued to my table, knowing his eyes were following me. I lay the newspaper flat on the table, glancing back at him then at the headline while I tore open a sugar packet, shaking the sugar into my mug. 

After a few minutes, I looked up and saw the blond haired guy standing in front of my table. He smiled and without asking sat down opposite me. 

"Hope I'm not disturbing you," he said. "I'm Michael."

"No," I answered. "I'm just surprised," I added, noticing his hazel eyes and how muscular he was in the black t-shirt he wore. He obviously worked out.

"And you are?" he asked, pausing. 

"I'm Molly." 

"You're new around here. I come here everyday and the same people come in--so you must be new."

"I am. I just moved here yesterday," I said, glancing at my newspaper. "Now I have to see about getting a job." 

"Good luck. It's not such a hot job market these days," he said. "I just got laid off two days ago."

"Too bad--what were you doing?" 

"Stock Market--worked for First National Trust, but they're laying off people left and right. Twenty of us got the shaft this week so no more suit and ties for me." 

"You look so young to work in the stock market." 

I've got a Masters in Finance from Harvard and I'm older than I look--just turned thirty."

"Wow," I nodded. "A Masters from Harvard and now you are out of work."

"That's right. How about you?"

"I just came here from a small town in Maine and have a small apartment just down the street."

"Nice," he said, smiling at me.

"Why did you move to Boston from Maine?" he asked, probing my eyes.

Suddenly, I saw my chance to make Jesse jealous and was thinking maybe I can get Michael to come to my apartment. I had never flirted before but the way he was looking at me, I thought it would be fun to tease him. I don't know where I got the nerve but thought why not see what happens, so I put my plan into action. I took a deep breath. 

"I moved to Boston because my town was so boring. No guys there that I'd be interested in. I wanted action and I know you know what I mean," I said, leaning forward, surprised how brazen I was being. 

"Yes, I know what you mean," he said, nodding, smiling slightly, glancing at my tits barely contained by my tank top then looked into my eyes. 

I picked up my coffee and took a sip, looking at him over the rim. My eyes looked into his and he looked into mine and suddenly the sexual tension between us was there. I was surprised how fast opportunities were coming to me and was determined to get him to my apartment and make sure that Jesse saw us. I wanted to hurt Jesse the way he hurt me. I would use Michael. I couldn't believe how I was thinking but I knew what I wanted to do. 

I glanced over at the girl behind the counter and remembered her telling me to be careful with Michael.

"Hey Michael, how come the girl at the counter said, I should be careful around you?"

"Oh Jenny," he said, glancing towards her then back at me. "We had a fling," he said. 

"A fling, huh. So should I be careful?" I asked and moved my leg under the table and touched his leg.

"Yes," he said with a sly smile. "You should be careful." 

"Why?' I asked, slipping my shoe off and boldly pressed my foot between his legs and against his cock like I did with Jesse. I could not believe I was doing this to a man I just met. I was becoming someone else, someone I didn't recognize but it felt good. I wanted to be bad. I wanted him to think I was a slut. I wanted to lure him back to my apartment, but I wouldn't let him fuck me. I just wanted to use Michael to get back at Jesse. 

Michael moved forward, pushing his cock against my bare foot, grinding against it and his hardness was turning me on. I knew it was dangerous to take a man I just met back to my apartment, teasing him and then not letting him get me in bed. Even the danger was exciting me and I wondered if I was being crazy. 

"You don't waste time, do you?" he said

"Why waste time when we both know what we want?" I said, smiling and biting my lower lip, trying to sound confident and aggressive, but my heart was pounding. My foot on his cock was getting me wet. I was turned on but thought I'd be able to control things once we got back to the apartment. 

"Let's go back to my place," I said, taking my foot away and leaning across the table, my tits practically spilling out of my tank top. 

I finished my coffee, slipped on my shoe and stood up. He stood up and our eyes met. I could see the bulge in his jeans and smiled at him as I squeezed by him, grazing my ass against it. Fortunately we were at a table towards the back of the café and no one noticed what was going on. When he followed me, I knew his eyes were on my ass straining the tight jeans. I swayed my hips slightly just to add to the game I was playing. 

Walking towards my apartment, I wondered where all this would lead. Would I be able to control the situation? Would Jesse see us?

I hooked my arm around Michael's elbow as we walked, our hips touching. It was definitely hot. As we got closer to my apartment, I wondered if Jesse would see us, but I was also thinking about how to handle Michael and not let things get out of hand. My mind was swirling a mile a minute and at the same time, it felt good to feel Michael's body next to mine. I had no idea where I was heading, but thought of Jesse's words, "You need to fuck other men before you can give yourself to me. You will know what I mean." At that moment I only knew how angry I was for brushing me off with those words. He was playing with my mind and I would teach him a lesson. How could he do this to me? 

When we walked up the steps to the entrance of my apartment house, I looked down at the basement window which was just above the sidewalk. I knew that was Jesse's apartment. I wondered where he was. When we entered the building and walked up the stairs to the second floor to my apartment, Michael was behind me and I knew he was looking at my ass.

"Like what you see," I said, turning, looking into his eyes, teasing him. 

"I do, very much," he said, returning my look, a slight smile on his lips. 

When we got to the top of the stairs, I saw Jesse on a ladder at the other end of the hall. He was changing a light bulb and he saw me. We were in front of my apartment and our eyes met. While I was unlocking my door, Michael pressed himself against my ass and started grinding into me. My eyes were still on Jesse's eyes and then he smiled, nodding as if he didn't care that I was with another man and looked away. His smile made me hate him even more. He didn't care. It was then I knew I would let Michael fuck the hell out of me and shove that bastard Jesse out of my mind. I suddenly was hornier than ever. 

When we were inside I slammed the door shut and grabbed Michael, wrapping my arms around him and pulled him into me. He pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. I got my hands on his ass, liking how tight his jeans felt and pulled him so that his hard cock was grinding into my already wet pussy. I was angry and I was going to take my anger out on Michael and fuck him like I was an insatiable demon. 

My legs were spread wide apart, straining my tight jeans, my pussy open to him as we humped each other, both of us horny. He had no idea my rage was making me desperate to be fucked so that I could scream and let out my fury. He had no idea I was using his body and I didn't care about anything except getting fucked and showing Jesse he was out of my life. 

"Take me!" I yelled, pulling my mouth away from his. "Fuck me!"

"You're a hot little bitch, aren't you?" he said, his mouth an inch from mine. 

"Yeah, and I want your cock. Don't tease me. Just do it! Do it!" 

He backed away from me and got down on his knees, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zipper and tried desperately to pull my tight jeans over my hips. I took over and squirmed out them, flipped off my shoes. He got the jeans over my feet leaving me with only my thin thong covering my shaved wet pussy. He then pressed his mouth against my wet thong and started licking me through it which only made me crazier. The barrier of that material pressing into my pussy by his invading tongue was excruciating. I was leaning against the door, my back arched, my legs spread apart, thrusting my pussy harder against his mouth. He was attacking my pussy with his fierce tongue. I pulled his hair forcing his mouth and tongue harder on my cunt and shouted, "Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!"

He grabbed my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks, pulling me harder against his tongue and suddenly ripped my thong off of me and started moving his tongue up and down my slit with such ferocious power, I thought I would explode any minute.

"Oh Fuck! I'm cummmming!" I shouted as his tongue licked my pussy, his nose pressed against my clit. I was writhing against the door, my orgasm rising through me like a freight train when he suddenly stopped just as I was about to cum all over his mouth.  

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop you bastard!" I yelled as he roughly turned me around, grabbing my arms then pulled me roughly across the room and slammed me against the wall, raising my arms above my head, stretching me and started pressing and grinding his hard cock against my ass. He still had his jeans on and quickly unzipped them, lowering them to his ankles. 

"I got me a screamer," he whispered in my ear. "Not a good idea to be next to the door," he said, "Unless you want your neighbors to know what a slut you are."

I immediately thought about Jesse hearing us as he worked down the hall but didn't have time to think as Michael reached around and grabbed my tits with both hands, gripping them, his palms rubbing and squeezing my hard nipples causing my pussy to tingle with intense need. I wanted to cum bad, then, as if he read my mind, one hand reached down and grasped my pussy mound, squeezing it hard, driving me insane with my need for more. I wanted his cock so bad and pushed my pussy harder against his hand.

He put his middle finger in my pussy and started fucking me with it, moving it in and out faster and faster. His hard cock pressed against my ass, his finger moving in me, my pussy gripping it, wanting to devour it. He entered a second finger and the tightness was overwhelming as I moved up and down on his finger, fucking them as they moved in and out with an intensity that brought me to the edge of exploding again. My body tensed as I moved faster and faster until he suddenly removed his fingers, leaving me on the desperate edge and quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out a package, ripped it open and slipped a condom on his cock. He was so fast. 

I lowered my arms, bending over, pressing my hands against the wall as the head of his cock moved up and down my dripping pussy lips, driving me insane and I screamed, "Please, fuck me! I can't stand it!"

"Okay, baby, take my cock" and suddenly he thrust into me hard, going deep into my aching pussy in one hard thrust causing me to gasp out loud, "Oh my god you're so big!" 

I pushed back against him wanting his cock to ravish me. I was out of my mind with need and so was he.

"Fuck me! I screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" 

His cock was like a piston ramming my dripping pussy. There was no pretense of caring. It was just hot animalistic fucking. He was leaning over me, riding me like I was a bitch in heat, his hard thrusts pushing me against the wall, grunting with each thrust. With my hands pressed against the wall, I pushed back as hard as I could, taking his hard thrusting cock deep. This was it. My body tensed, all sensation in my pussy started to roll through my body trembling, shuddering and suddenly I exploded like thunder in an intense overwhelming orgasm, my whole body shivering and shaking, my hair flailing as I screamed at the top of my lungs, not caring if anyone heard me, "Ohhhhhhhh Yes! I'm cummmmmming! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me. Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! 

I then felt his cock swelling in me as he pounded my pussy and suddenly he yelled, "Fuck me you little slut! Take my cock! Take it!" he screamed with each hard thrust. 

I could not believe how hard he was fucking me "Ohhhhhhfuck I'm cummmmmming! I'm cummmming," he shouted. My pussy muscles gripped his cock as he exploded causing me to orgasm again and again as we both convulsed at the same time and then collapsed on the floor. He landed on my back and we were both gasping for air. He lay on me, his cock pressed against my ass as we lay on the hard floor unable to budge. Suddenly, I wondered if people heard us. I wondered if Jesse heard our screaming as he worked at the end of the hall. We were both gasping and panting. While lying on the floor, unable to budge, I thought I heard footsteps outside my apartment as if some one was standing at the door and then I heard the footsteps walk away. I was sure it was Jesse and wondered what he was thinking. Was he jealous? Was I hurting him?

Just then Michael rolled off of me. He lay on his back, still breathing heavily. I was on my stomach still feeling the after shocks of our fucking. Without a word to me, he stood up, pulled up his jeans and walked across the room. I turned and watched him, wondering what he was going to do. He looked at me on the floor. 

"Thanks for the fuck," he said, opening the door and left, slamming it shut. 

I could not believe he left just like that. No touching me, no cuddling, no kiss, not even a goodbye. I lay naked on the floor stunned by what had just happened and suddenly felt used, even though I was the one who seduced him in the café and lured him to my apartment. Still, he didn't have to be so cold. I wanted tenderness, something more than a cold thank you. I felt empty and angry--now angry at Michael and Jesse and wondered if all men were jerks who just used women. 

I got up and gathered my jeans and ripped thong. My tank top was still on, my tits hanging out. I walked to the kitchen area to get a glass of water. I turned on the faucet, remembering Jesse fixing the leak. His face flashed into my mind. I remembered his kind smile and how he looked down on me when he took my virginity, how we fucked on the floor and how gentle he was in his apartment after he fucked me on his table asking if I was okay. I thought about his words, "You will know what I mean when you see it," still uncertain what he meant and then thought about Michael and Jenny's warning words, "Be careful. He's trouble."

I gulped down the water and stood by the sink, my mind spinning with confusion and anger.

Just then I heard a knock at my door. I quickly slid on my jeans as the knocking came again. "Who could that be?" I wondered as I took a breath and buttoned my jeans. 

When I opened the door, it was Jesse. 

"What do you want?' I asked, looking into his eyes, surprised and still angry. I didn't want to see him. 

"Are you alright? I saw that guy slam your door and rush out of the building. I wondered if anything bad happened. Are you okay?"

I shook my head from side to side, not able to comprehend Jesse's words, his being there--my anger still wracking me.

"I don't know," I answered. "I don't know anything." 

Jesse nodded but didn't say anything as he stood by the open door. 

"Go away," I said. "Go away! Will you please go away!" 

"No, I won't go away," he said, looking into my eyes. "You're upset. Something bad happened."

I closed my eyes wanting to shut out the world. I shook my head again from side to side. Jesse then entered my apartment. He closed the door and took me into his arms, holding me close. I burst into tears and started crying as he held me and pulled me closer. His strong arms held me, rubbing my back, soothing me as I cried into his shoulder. 

He didn't say a word as he held me. I was sobbing, my body shaking. He moved one hand to the back of my head, stroking my hair. He was so gentle.

After a few moments, he took my hand and led me to my bed. He laid me down on my back and sat on the edge of the bed, next to me, holding my hand. "You are having quite an experience," he said, softly. 

"I guess so," I managed to say, wiping tears from my eyes.

"You said that's what you wanted," he added.

"I know, but I didn't expect so much would happen in two days." 

Jesse nodded and smiled, looking down at me as I lay on the bed. He leaned forward and kissed me lightly, holding my hand. "Remember, life has more imagination than the mind," he said, his lips just above mine. 

I nodded at his words, reminding me of what he said last night. 

He then kissed me again, his soft lips lingering on my lips. I returned his kiss, loving his tenderness, suddenly forgetting what just happened as Jesse's lips and stroking my hair relaxed me and I knew how special he was, knew what he meant I would know and felt my wanting him growing as his warm lips kissed me harder. His tongue opened my mouth, sending ripples through my body, our tongues swirling as our passion rose. Suddenly, he stopped kissing me, looking deeply into my eyes, smiling down at me then kissed me again, harder and I felt my whole body melt. 

His hand pulled the thin straps of my tank top off of my shoulders and pulled it down over my tits. He started kissing and licking my nipples. His mouth was gentle at first but the intensity of his tongue licking me grew and my pussy ached with wanting him. 

I wrapped my arms around him and placed one hand on the back of his head holding him against my tit as he sucked and licked me harder. 

He then moved his hand down to the button of my jeans, and opened them, squeezing his hand inside, snaking down to my pussy, somehow managing to grasp my mound in the palm of his hand, the tightness of my jeans pressing him hard against my wet pussy. I was writhing at his touch, lifting my ass of the bed pushing myself against his hand. 

"Oh that feels so good," I gasped.

He rubbed back and forth as I pushed harder against his hand. 

"Make love to me," I pleaded. 

He removed his hand. Got up on his knees between my legs and started to pull my jeans off. I lifted my ass and squirmed to help him. He then unbuttoned his jeans, and his hard cock sprung out. He stood up at the end of the bed and slipped out of them. I could not take my eyes off of his hard cock standing straight out. I put my feet on the bed, my knees bent, opening my legs wide for him, my arms reaching for him. I never wanted anything so much as to have him take me. 

He got on the bed between my legs, his hand on his cock, moving the tip up and down my pussy, driving me insane. 

"Don't tease me," I pleaded.

He moved the tip of his cock against my throbbing clit--our eyes locked on each other as he played with me, smiling sweetly as if he enjoyed giving me this pleasure.




No Turning Back



I lifted my ass off the bed, arching my back, my pussy reaching for him when he suddenly thrust deep into me, pounding me back to the bed.

"Ohhhhhhh yes! yes!" I screamed as he pulled out and rammed his cock into me faster and harder. 

Suddenly he stopped, his cock deep in me and just held me, not moving, looking into my eyes, smiling. I felt so completely full as my pussy gripped and embraced his cock. 

I looked into his eyes, loving the power of him holding me still. He took my hands in his, holding them above my head, our fingers tightly entwined.

"I didn't mean to hurt you when I said I wanted you to be free to experience life. I wasn't brushing you off. I wanted you to be out there so you could grow as a person and then be with me because you knew there was no where else you would rather be."

"I want you to possess me," I said. "I want to be yours. I want to be your angel, your lover."

He smiled, nodding. "Good. Let's take one day at a time."

I loved how his eyes looked deeply into mine as if he was seeing into the depths of my soul. After a moment, he swiveled his hips slowly, moving his cock in a slow screwing motion. Though the weight of his body was pinning me to the bed, I was able to move my hips with his, my pussy gripping his cock. We moved in a slow circular, swiveling motion, his cock rubbing against my g-spot, the head of his cock pressed against my cervix, the base of his cock and his pubic bone rubbing my clit as he gyrated in a slow steady motion. He then reached under me and grasped my ass and I did the same, squeezing his firm ass cheeks, my fingers digging into his skin. I looked up into eyes, my mouth wide open, the excruciating pleasure we were experiencing was overwhelming. It felt as if time had stopped as we moved as one, our hands holding each others ass, moving perfectly together, slowly, then a little faster, then, harder, faster and harder, swirling faster and harder as our need to explode grew until finally he pulled his cock out and suddenly thrust it deep and hard opening me with his driving cock. Holding my ass, he lifted me off the bed, arching my back then drove me back to the bed with harder and harder thrusts. All I wanted was to be fucked hard and deep, to be taken and devoured by this man's passion. Suddenly, my whole body tensed, trembling then convulsing and exploding in a huge orgasm that completely overwhelmed my senses. My screaming inspired him to keep thrusting even harder and I was wracked with orgasm after orgasm. His screaming matched mine as a loud guttural Ahhhhhhhhhhh burst from his open mouth, each thrust shooting his hot cum deep into me then he stopped, writhing above me before collapsing heavily onto my limp, weak body, both of us panting and gasping desperately. 

We lay there in the mid-morning light coming through the windows, not able to budge. The room seemed to glow when I opened my eyes and realized we had just crossed the thin line between loneliness and belonging, between lust and love. Neither of us spoke. There was no other sound but our breathing. He lay on me, my arms and legs wrapped around his body. My mind was spinning but I knew I wanted to make him happy. I had no idea where all of this would lead but for now, all I wanted was to be his lover and much more.



No Turning Back



"You're just like your father!" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, but for the first time I didn't regret saying it.

His hand shot out and connected with the left side of my face in a smack that sent me reeling against the back of the couch. This was the first time he had hit me, and I stared at him with surprised tears in my eyes. The look on his face was enough to let me know that he hadn't entirely meant to hit me, but he was still angry. I pushed away from the couch and walked out of the house to my car.

"Dammit, Jordan, I didn't mean it!" 

He was running across the lawn waving his arms, but I ignored him as I started to back out of the drive. The rest of his words were drowned out behind the window.

*~*~*~*

I had driven across town to Megan's house. She opened the door and pulled me into a hug before moving me along to the kitchen. "What the hell happened?" 

"We were having another argument," I began, breaking into tears. "It's all we seem to do anymore - argue. I told him he was acting just like his father and he hauled off and slapped me."

"Oh my god, Jordan, do you want to call the cops?"

"No. He's never done this before. I walked out of the house and came here."

She got up, wrapped some ice cubes in a towel and handed it to me knowing better than to try to convince me otherwise. There was a look in her eye, though, that said she didn't think this would be the end of it.

*~*~*~*

All of the arguments always started out the same. He refused to follow any kind of budget and became incensed when we were broke because of it. It was never his fault. I always spent too much on groceries or my hobbies. The problem was never that he paid no heed to the amount I told him was available for extras that month and he seemed to go out of his way to spend twice that amount. I had tried discussing it with him, but he refused to see it as anything other than me being controlling. 

After he hit me the first time, all my give-a-damn went flying out the window. I cancelled his debit card to my account and handed him a check book register to keep track of his own money. I made sure there was only enough in the house account for the mortgage and the utility bills while the rest went into a joint savings we had set up so neither of us could withdraw for a certain amount of time. 

It would take both of our signatures to change that, so he couldn't touch it. I kept my money separate and in good shape while he floundered and struggled to keep it together on his end. Several months passed without much of an incident until he came in after work with a letter from the bank.

"The bank is saying they're going to repossess my car for lack of payment, Jordan. You need to fix this and stop the petty money bullshit."

"I don't have to fix anything. You have your own account and you make plenty of money to cover your own car note. This is not my fault."

"For fuck's sake, woman! That is your car too. You can't lord the money over my head like this forever. I'm the man in this house and you will fix this."

"If you're such a man, then you should be able to fix it on your own."

His face was suffused with red when I looked up and I managed to dodge the first blow. This only seemed to enrage him even more. He grabbed my ponytail and yanked me off my feet. When I landed on the floor, he lashed out with his foot kicking me square in the ribs.

"You're my wife. We vowed to be in this together. That means with or without the money problems." The bank notice fluttered down to land beside my face. "Fix this."

The money wasn't our only problem. He resented the fact that I had a better paying job and never stopped to consider the amount of work I put in to be qualified for it. Our sex life had gone down the drain a year ago. What used to be a non-issue became a huge argument almost every night. Either I wasn't wearing the right outfit for him or my hair wasn't brushed well enough. Whatever it was, he found a reason to ignore me. When I started ignoring him was when the real trouble started.

*~*~*~*

We hadn't had sex in a month. To be honest, I didn't miss it. He hadn't even tried to touch me in that time, so I stopped trying to initiate anything. It must have gotten to him because he became angrier and angrier during the week before the situation exploded.

He rolled over in the bed and pulled me to him. The movement woke me and I tried to push him away. When I started to struggle, he used one hand in my hair to pull me back against him. The pressure on my head made me fight harder to get away from him before he reached over with his other hand to hold my face still. His fingers bruised my jaw as he put his face in mine, using the leverage to turn me onto my back.

With my head pressed back against the mattress, he loosed his hand from my hair and reached down to move my panties aside. His fingers scraped along my skin before plunging into me. I wasn't wet or ready at all, so the penetration just hurt. I couldn't make much more noise than small whimpers with his hand squeezing the lower half of my face. He must have taken these noises as encouragement because he ripped my panties off.

I managed to close my thighs before he could mount me. He released my face only to slap me and then use both fists to punch my thighs until I couldn't hold them together any longer. With a grunt of satisfaction, he pushed between my legs and tried to shove himself into me. The whiskey he had been drinking had taken effect, though. He slid against me impotently, unable to get the penetration he desired.

Despite the lack of erection, he continued to thrust against me until with a grunt he passed out on top of me. When his snores began, I pushed him off of me and limped to the bathroom. There was a definite handprint across my mouth and jaw, and my legs were already starting to turn a hideous shade of purple. I took some Tylenol for the headache and went to the guest room to toss and turn in a different bed.

*~*~*~*

Months passed before he hit me again, but this time it was for no particular reason. He was drunk and it must have seemed like a good idea at the time. His fist pounded my stomach over and over until I could hardly draw a breath. Then he stood and kicked my arms as I tried to protect my bruised midsection. 

I felt something snap and knew he had broken my arm. I wasn't going to be able to hide it this time. When he passed out on the couch, I managed to call Megan to pick me up and take me to the hospital. God only knew what he would do to me if I called an ambulance and they woke him up.

"Jesus, Jordan," Megan said as she helped me into the back of her Suburban. "Are you going to make it to the hospital or do I need to have an ambulance meet us on the way?"

"I'll make it." My voice was hoarse as though I had been screaming, but I hadn't uttered so much as a whimper through the whole ordeal. I was kind of proud of myself for that as the tears started to fall onto the seat pressing against my face. 

I must have passed out because the next thing I knew a young woman was standing over me telling me that everything was going to be okay, but that I needed to have a CT scan to make sure nothing had been ruptured. I woke again in a hospital bed with an I.V. in my arm and Megan asleep with her head on the mattress by my hip. Someone had covered her with a blanket and I let her sleep.

The next couple of weeks progressed with few hitches. I stayed most of the time with Megan. Whenever I did go to the house, he was apologetic and would start to cry when I left again. My arm had a small fracture and I had some major bruising to my abdomen. It was nothing I couldn't handle. Megan started talking about divorce lawyers, but I had already made up my mind in the hospital.

*~*~*~*

"Are you ready yet, Jordan?" Megan came into my room just as I was running a brush through my hair one last time. "You look fine. Now let's go."

I had finally gotten up the nerve to go out with Megan for a night on the town two months after my arm healed. We had spent the morning shopping for club clothing, and I made sure she had told several of her coworkers where we would be going. I knew some of them worked with him and that word would get back that I was going out.

Even I had to admit that the short red dress looked stunning on me. My curves were accented in all the right places and the V of the neck dipped almost to my navel. Megan and I had had to wrestle with some double sided tape in discreet places to prevent any unfortunate malfunctions. With one more glance in the mirror, I left the apartment with Megan and we rode to the bar.

The music was loud while bodies were pushing and shoving against each other in some mating ritual that had been lost on me in my marriage. Before long Megan was swept away with someone tall, dark, and handsome while I found a vacant table and started people watching. She looked hot as she ground herself along the length of the man. I could tell by the look on his face that he thought he had gotten lucky. 

It wasn't long before an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me from the stool. I let myself be pulled onto the dance floor and the music flow through me. The man was clearly enjoying himself as he pressed his erection against my backside and held onto my hips. I wriggled against him as I caught a familiar flash a few yards away. He was here and he was pissed.

I turned in the stranger's arms just as my husband pulled me away and tried to punch the guy. It was what I had been hoping for as I took the opportunity to sink the toe of my left pump deep into my husband's groin. He turned to me, his face pale with pain as he fell to his knees. 

I pulled the stranger to me and kissed him right in front of my husband as he knelt gasping for breath. The man pressing himself against me quickly forgot about the beating he almost took and grabbed my ass. He slid his fingers under the hem of my dress and moaned into my mouth when he felt my lack of panties.

We left my husband staggering across the dance floor as I was pulled toward the door of the bar and out into the cooler air. The man had parked in the very back of the property where there was no pavement. I had to take my heels off just to avoid breaking an ankle on the uneven ground. His truck was lifted like fifty percent of the other trucks in the lot. I flashed a lot more than leg trying to climb up over the tailgate.

I writhed with my legs straddling the back of the truck as my husband came around the bar. Playfully, I pushed the dancer to the floor of the bed and started working on his belt. I wanted to be riding him hard when my husband finally reached the truck. 

The dancer's cock sprung from his pants as I pulled them down his hips and moved over him. I was wet from the anticipation and he slid into my depths with a moan. He grabbed my hips, thrusting into me hard enough that I had to brace myself with my hands on his chest. 

The hem of my dress had risen up to my waist giving my husband quite an eyeful when he looked over the edge. I stared into his eyes as I moaned then threw my head back to enjoy the building orgasm. He stood there watching as I bounced above the stranger and started to play with my clit.

I came in a rush over the man's cock, my juices making wet sucking sounds as he continued to pound into me. After a few more thrusts, he shoved into me as far as he could go and shot his hot load deep in my pussy with a primal cry of ecstasy. When he finally relaxed, I turned toward my husband and slid off the man, his semen starting to run down my legs. 

My husband was speechless as I climbed over the tailgate and the ground. He stayed that way as I pulled a garrote from the hem of the dress and strangled him with such force that I nearly severed his head. 

The man in the bed of the truck was a witness against me in my trial six months later, but I didn't care. I told him he was a good fuck as they walked me out of the courtroom after finding me guilty of cold-blooded murder. 

I heard two years later that the one woman on the jury had fought for my sentence to be reduced, but I didn't care. After working in the state prison as a correctional officer, I had known that I would be given three square meals a day. Women who killed their deadbeat, abusive husbands didn't have much to worry about in prison either.

*~*~*~*

The man looked through the Plexiglas at me when he finished writing his notes. I had been surprised when the visitation officers informed me that a doctoral student wanted to interview me about my crime. I accepted it as just one more way to break up the monotony of daily prison life.

"I only have one more question, Jordan." His voice was nice, but I could tell he was nervous even with the guards in the room. "Why didn't you call an ambulance the night he broke your arm?"

"I didn't want him to wake up before I could get out of the house."

"Yes, I know that," he looked down at his notes. "You were hurting and afraid, but you had to have known that a police report would have gone a long way to stop the abuse."

I smiled when he looked up and poured as much sarcasm as I could into my voice, "My dear boy, have you lost your ever-loving mind? A police report wouldn't have stopped anything. It might have delayed it, but it would never have stopped."

"You have to know by now that an assault and battery charge would have gotten him time behind bars."

"Yes, he would have gotten some time in jail. It would have been inconvenient, but not permanent."

"His death was permanent. You could have avoided that with a divorce."

I leaned toward the glass and smiled again when he backed away, "That would have been too easy for him. Do you believe that a man who suddenly begins to beat his wife after five years of marriage deserves to be let off easy? I don't. Spousal abuse is frowned upon in society, sure, but it never stops. If I had divorced him, he would have just come after me or started again on some other poor girl. His death rid the earth of his disgusting presence."

After that, the man left with his notes and I went back to my cell. Several months later I got an official looking package in the mail. It was the man's doctoral thesis, and there was a red flag noting the pages that pertained to our interview.

The subject appeared calm as she discussed killing her husband. Not a clinical sociopathic calmness, but a calm that led me to believe she was at peace with her decision...

I thought about that for hours and realized he was right. I am at peace with my decision to kill my husband. My only regret was that he hadn't suffered enough in the end.



No Turning Back



There's no turning back now, Meghan thought to herself.

She peered over the edge and examined the 10 ft. plunge she was about to take.

Why am I even doing this, she wondered.

Her fifth grade year had started with excitement. The elementary school had replaced the aging playground equipment with brand new heaps of blue and red twisted metal. Meghan was as happy as anyone about trying out the new toys. The new, bright-red fireman pole, however, caused the biggest excitement. When Meghan had first looked at it, the pole seemed to go straight up into the sky. Many of the kids in her class were too afraid to slide down the pole at first. A few of the toughest boys were the only ones to slide the first day. They all gave each other high-fives after they landed. More and more kids would join each day, until Meghan was sure she was the only one that hadn't slid down the red pole. There's no way I could ever go down that thing, she had thought.

But here I am...

Two of her best friends had come over to her just a few minutes before and asked if she wanted to try it. She said no, of course, but her friends wouldn't take that for an answer.

"Come on Meghan, you'll love it."

"What's your problem anyways?"

"Are you afraid?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of, no one gets hurt."

Not yet, she had thought.

But she had let herself become convinced, which wasn't surprising. Her parents had often commented that she needed to be more assertive and less of a push-over. Her parents were always full of optimistic advice and wisdom, though lately Meghan had grown tired of hearing the same, tired remarks. She started to go to them less and less with her problems in the hopes that she would avoid one of their pre-recorded, fortune cookie pearls of wisdom.

Of course, now she wished she had listened to that bit of advice.

I can't do this. I'm not ready to slide down this thing. Besides, there's a mud puddle at the bottom, what if I slide right into it? I could get hurt, I'm sure others have, why would my friends lie to me?

Then she felt a push from behind. A line had formed behind her, and one of the tough boys from her class was nudging her forward.

"Just go Meghan."

"I don't think I..." she didn't get to finish.

The boy had pushed her one more hard time and Meghan lost her balance. She fell forward and grabbed onto the metal stick. Her eyes were squeezed tight as she slowly slid toward the bottom. The sun had been out all day, and she could feel the warmth of the red pole against her thighs. The metal tugged at her skin painfully, but she continued to slide. She hit the bottom before she expected to, and did, in fact, muddy her white shoes. She could hear the boys laughing above her, and she ran away to the nearby grass.

Why am I crying?

She hadn't even realized she had started, but her face was shiny with tears. The boy had scared her a little, that's all.

I was going to slide down anyways, she told herself.

Though, she wasn't sure this was true. Her friends had forced her into the position of being right in front of the fireman pole, and the tough boy had pushed her onto it.

If it had been up to me, would I have slid down the pole today? What about tomorrow?

She watched her classmates slide down the pole over and over from the grass; the boys high-fiving, the girls giggling amongst themselves.

The slide down hadn't been so awful anyways. It didn't last that long or hurt that bad.

She sat on the grass and looked at her shoes; nothing would be able to get them as white as they had been. Meghan held her head in her hands and continued to cry.



No Turning Back



The door knob feels cool against my sweaty hand as I grasp it before I open the door. I take a deep breath. If I go in this room, there is no turning back. Nothing will ever be the same again. But really, has anything ever been the same since I replied to his first message? I should have politely just ignored him, as a good wife should. I had so many chances to ignore him, but I could never keep myself from messaging him back. Just as I couldn't keep myself from coming to meet him here.

I can feel the butterflies pounding in my stomach as I open the door and slip quietly inside.

The room I walk into is bright from the sunshine outside and after my eyes adjust I realize that this is just the sitting area of the room. He has apparently spared no expense on our rendezvous.

I look around and realize the room is empty. Panic and despair hit me all at once. Perhaps he decided against coming. Perhaps he had rediscovered his morals and decided to stay with his wife, and away from me.

Hoping against hope, I cautiously whisper "Hello?" into the quite room.

What feels like an eternity passes before I hear his voice from the room on my right. His reply is simple and effective: he says my name.

I immediately feel a wave of ecstasy wash over me at hearing him say my name.

All of my fears and thoughts of right and wrong are washed away from my mind at the sound of his voice.

I don't even realize that I drop my bags on the floor as I walk into the room, only to find that it is dark except for a single shaft of sunlight falling upon the chair that he is sitting in. My eyes feast upon the sight of him and I notice that he is wearing a blind fold. Before I can say anything he says "I bought you an outfit that I want to see you wear. It's on the bed."

I glance at the bed to see a white teddy with garters and white lace thigh high stockings. I immediately smile deviously because I know that he has wanted to see me wear something like this for quite some time now. I start to walk over to change into the outfit per his unspoken command, but half way there I change directions and instead I walk over to him, lean in towards his ear and quietly ask, "Why are you wearing a blindfold?"

I can see his body tense at feeling and hearing me so unexpectedly close to him.

"Because I want to see you in the outfit that I bought you, and I'm afraid if I see you before that, I won't be able to restrain myself before just taking you as you are."

His blunt words send a new set of butterflies through my stomach and a warmth starts to radiate between my legs.

Actually hearing him give voice to the things that he usually just messages me has set me on fire. Hearing the desire in his voice that matches the desire in me is almost too much to handle. But, I take hold of myself and instead of taking off the blind fold and having him take me then and there, I decide to play a little game to see how far I can push his restraints.

"How about we leave this blindfold on for a while?" As I whisper this in his ear I graze the tip of my tongue against his ear lobe, tasting him for the first time.

It sends a thrill up my spine.

I see his hands clench the arms of the chair in a feeble attempt to keep his hands off of me and a small sigh escapes between his lips. My little game is working.

I suck his ear lobe into my mouth, bite it, ever so softly and then begin working my way down the line of his jaw, sucking and kissing as I go. He tastes delicious, but I pull myself away to tease him a bit before resuming my way to his lips.

We have never kissed and I am nervous, but so eager to live out the fantasies that I have had with this man. I don't normally like kissing, it feels clumsy to me. But I want to taste him, I want to give him my everything.

I can't keep my hands to myself as I bend over to kiss him and just as my hands are about to cup his face he finally releases his death grip of the chair and slides his hands up into my hair to pull me closer to him. Our lips meet and he forcefully shoves his tongue inside my mouth.

We are both tasting each other and growing more passionate, feeding off of the other's desire. This is not clumsy at all. This is marvelous.

I pull away and gasp for air and he wastes no time in kissing and biting my neck as he pulls me down to straddle him on his lap. The feel of his breath on my throat drives my last bits of restraint from my mind and I hear a low moan begin, only to realize that it is me making that noise as I throw my head back in euphoria.

The fire that started in my groin has spread and is turning into a burning tingle. The feeling is delightful.

I am pretty sure I have soaked through my panties already.

I can tell that he is just as excited, I can feel him through his pants as I straddle him and cannot wait to feel him inside of me. A noise escapes his lips that can only be described as a lust filled growl and the sound of it takes me to even higher heights. I don't think I have ever wanted it this badly before.

As he continues to kiss my neck he moves his hands down to my breasts, pinching, pulling and teasing over the top of my clothes.

Apparently he likes to play games too.

I decide that his game is maddening, and I don't want to play along, so I rip my shirt and bra off, toss them carelessly to the side and immediately go back to tasting his sweet tongue. Our tongues dance violently together as he slides his hands over my ass and he slowly pulls me down to grind on his hard cock.

It feels so good I feel as though I may explode from the pleasure of it all.

After much concentration, I pull away and between heavy breathing and kissing his neck, I finally mutter "Are you sure you want to keep the blindfold on?"

He responds by pulling the blindfold off and his eyes drink all of me in, sitting proudly, half naked in front of him. The sunlight playing across my bare skin while I sit in his lap. If it is possible, I can see the lust grow in his eyes and he suddenly picks me up as he stands up from the chair and carries me over to the bed. He lays me down on the soft bed and begins kissing my neck again. The attention to my neck drives me to involuntarily thrust my hips up to meet him. He laughs and whispers my name against my throat. He now knows two of my weaknesses.

I never thought hearing my name on the lips of another man would excite me this much.

I begin to fumble to try to remove him of his pants but my fingers don't seem to be working right. "I want you inside of me," I plead with him. His breath catches and he pauses sitting upright on his knees. He looks down at me for a few seconds, again drinking in the sight of me as I look at him brazenly, before removing his shirt in one fluid motion. When he leans back down he whispers against my neck "I have had so many dreams of you saying that to me. But I never thought I would hear it in anything other than a dream. Say it again."

"Please, I need you inside of me."

He tenses and growls my name into my neck, only to start traveling down my body with his kisses and bites, grazing both of my sensitive, fully erect breasts, and then continues traveling down. His hands are faster than his mouth and he starts pulling my pants and panties off while he is just above my belly button. I know this familiar motion and smile in anticipation while moving further up the bed, because though it is my first time with him, it is not my first ever oral experience.

He spreads my legs as far as they will go and begins kissing and gently biting my thighs working his way towards my pussy, and then skipping over it and going to the other thigh. I slide my hands up to feel his shaved head in anticipation for what I know is coming next.

He waits only a few seconds before his wet tongue meets my lips and easily slides between them before he uses his fingers to spread them wide. I allow a low moan to issue from my mouth and am rewarded with his tongue moving quicker and deeper. Again he growls, but this time the vibrations are against my clit and the feeling is simply breathtaking. His name erupts from my mouth and it is apparent that I am not the only one that likes to hear my name on my lover's lips because he buries his tongue deeper still, causing me to arch my back in excitement.

His oral sex is amazing, he is playing my clit like a well trained guitarist would play their guitar. With skill, tempo and familiarity.

My hips start thrusting and my legs begin to shake from the pleasure and we both know my orgasm coming near. His rhythmic tongue and the thought of him tasting my cum set me over the edge. As he reaches up to grab one of my breasts, my pleasure finally bubbles over. Throbbing waves of ecstasy wash over my body as I scream out his name. My whole body shudders from the bliss that he has given me.

When I finally open my eyes, I can see the pride radiating from his eyes as he smirks up at me from my stomach. He knows from our previous intimate conversations that it is not easy to make me cum and he has so easily done just that with little to no effort.

But I can also see that as satisfied as he is about making me cum, he is now hungry to be inside of me and I find myself wanting it even more than before. But instead of climbing on top of me to slide his cock in, he rolls to the side of the bed and casually leans back against the headboard.

I look at him questioningly and the response I receive is "It's my turn now, my Lover. Go and put on the outfit I bought you, like the naughty girl that you are. It's your turn to pleasure me."

The tone of his voice sets me on fire again and I don't even think of disobeying him this time. I hurry to do as he says excited for the many hours of pleasure that I have ahead of me...



No Turning Back Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Next Phase

This story is the continuation of the series that began with No Turning Back and ended with Pool Party Ch. 02. That represented the first phase of the relationship my wife and I developed with Nick, a person who came to dominate our lives for a number of months a few years ago. For those readers who are turned off by passive husbands and slutty wives, I suggest you stop reading here. For the rest, I'm happy to hear your feedback about these events, retold more or less as they took place.

After three months of watching my wife with other men, Carol and I tried to break free of our new obsession and return to a time when we led normal lives. We were both shaken by the power of our new feelings and we were scared. What kind of life would we have if we kept going like this?

Our trip had started after I had "confessed" to Carol a fantasy of mine to see her undressing for, and then being handled by, a group of men. I had no idea that my confession would unlock unspoken desires that had lain hidden for the 15 years of our marriage, and probably much longer. It would eventually come to take over our lives.

We had an intense sexual experience after I described my fantasy to her. Such extreme arousal was foreign to us. We had led sheltered, conservative, even repressed lives up until then. But once we had tasted that lust, we couldn't really focus on anything else anymore. It was as though we had discovered a powerful drug and were helpless to resist it. 

Eventually I forced the issue, thinking a taste of reality might not be to our liking. I organized a weekend in a different city during which I invited two men, found through the personals section of the local newspaper, to make love to my wife while I watched. But this only served to fire our lust even more. We repeated the experience. A vicious circle had begun.

The men involved were happy just to have access to my wife's voluptuous body. They say god things come in small packages. A little shorter than average, she had large round breasts and a tightly packed, bulging bum. She had relatively broad shoulders, a narrow waist and solid thighs, all without fat, flab or sag. But she had always been intimidated by the hungry looks her figure so often attracted and tried to dress to hide her curves. Thus, the shame of being undressed before strangers fought with the arousal that she felt when she saw the effect she had on them. This was part of the kick for her in our new adventure.

However, we began to develop a special relationship with one of the men involved, Nick. He understood that we were not just a middle-aged couple out looking to add a little spice to our sex lives, but that we were uncontrollably driven by hidden urges. Mine was to play the passive role of voyeur, hidden in the shadows, watching my wife share physical intimacies with other men that she had never shared with me. Then, when my arousal reached its peak, I would emerge before my wife and her lovers and show myself to them at the moment of my own sexual climax.

My wife's hidden urges were linked in some paradoxical way to my passivity. While she wanted to be controlled - she said once that Nick freed her to simply turn herself over to her desires - giving herself to someone else while I watched was perhaps a way for her to control me, too. 

Nick understood all this and used that knowledge to manipulate us into situations that mixed jealousy, arousal and, eventually, fear. It was an intoxicating brew that we could not resist. And, to be honest, we were not interested in resisting.

Only once did we try. Nick had invited us to his summer home. One evening he asked some friends over and had my wife model a tight black dress for them around the swimming pool. As I said, Carol had always been self-conscious about her full figure. I saw the insecurity and shame in her eyes as Nick asked her to model the revealing dress. I was sitting off to one side, alone. It wasn't long before Carol's flushed face and swaying hips revealed her arousal. Eventually, one of the men led my wife into Nick's house. She gave me a strange look as she walked past me. Was it regret?

One by one, Nick's friends went inside and made love to her. I sat beside the pool, my erection straining as I listened to their quiet moans. My conscience pleaded for me to end it. Afterwards, I broke off our stay with Nick and took Carol home.

A few days later, shortly before we went to bed, Carol came to me in the study, where I was reading. She sat down on a small sofa. The yellow light from a nearby lamp cast a soft glow on her face. She said nothing at first, just looked down at her hands.

After a few minutes, she looked up at me. "Jack, I want to see Nick again." She reached up and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Her gaze was steady and calm.

I looked at her without speaking. The day after we returned from Nick's summer place I realized that we would not be able to simply stop our journey. I couldn't control the images of my wife undressing for a group of strangers, the passion with which she kissed her lovers, the intimacy of the sexual acts that she shared with others but not with me. I knew my wife was struggling with images of her own.

"Tell me what happened at Nick's the other night," I said finally. "What did you do for those three men? Tell me how it felt." I closed my book and lay it on a small table beside my armchair.

She looked at me for a moment, then took a deep breath. 

"The first one, he said his name was Ron," she said. "He was a bit older, with gray hair." I remembered him. 

"He took me into the bedroom," she said. "He kissed me softly on the neck and said he thought I was beautiful. He said he had really enjoyed watching me walk around the pool in that dress. 'Poetry in motion,' or something corny like that he said. But I liked hearing it. 

"Then he took my hand and put it on the front of his pants," she said. "I could feel his cock. It was hard." Carol lifted her feet up onto the sofa, so that her knees were under her chin. As she spoke, she was looking at a painting on the wall across the room.

"Then he asked me if I would walk around the bedroom like that, for him. 'Just for me,' he said. He sat down on the bed. So I did what I'd done at the pool. I just let go. It was a good feeling, knowing that I was making him hard. He wanted to see me, to touch me. I could feel his eyes on me, like he was feeling me from a distance. It made me tingle. I could feel my nipples tighten. 

"I walked back and forth a few times. There wasn't a lot of room. Then I undid my dress and slid it off. He hadn't asked me to do that, but I wanted to. I wanted him to see me. I walked around in my bra and panties for a few minutes. It made me wet.

"Then he stood up and got undressed. When he took his underwear off, his cock jumped out. It was so hard. He sat back down on the bed to watch me some more. His hard-on reached up to his stomach. I walked up to him and slowly undid my bra. I let it drop on his lap. Then I bent down and picked it up, pulling it so that one of the straps wrapped around his erection. His cock was so stiff, it kind of snapped straight up when I pulled the strap free.

"He told me to keep walking around the room. He was watching me the whole time very carefully, looking at my breasts and my thighs. He hardly ever looked at my face. I slid my panties down slowly as I walked. I pushed them down an inch or so with every step. When they were about halfway down my thighs, I just left them there and kept walking around. He seemed to like that because he started to stroke his cock." She smiled, still looking at the wall. "He reminded me of you. He was a watcher.

"Then I pushed my panties down to my knees," she went on, " and they just fell to the floor and I kicked them aside. I walked back over to him but he said I should keep walking around. He said my body looked great when I moved."

Carol turned to look at me for the first time in her story. She glanced at my lap and saw my bulging pants. I undid my belt, opened my trousers and slid my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My erection stood straight. It throbbed lightly.

"So I kept walking around. I imagined I was a model on a cat walk. I swiveled my hips and walked on my tip toes, as though I were wearing heels. Then I put my hands up behind my head and walked past him like that, on my tip toes. He was really staring at my boobs then. I could feel it. I wiggled them just a little, to see his reaction. My nipples were really hard. I could tell by the look on his face that he liked that a lot. He was close to coming. It made me so wet."

I started to stroke my rigid cock. Carol watched me, continuing her story.

"I was standing right in front of him. He whispered something but I didn't hear. I bent down to him and he said, 'I'm going to come soon.' He was really excited at this point and breathing hard.

"Then he kind of groaned. He took his hand away from his cock and thrust his hips up towards me. There was a large drop of sperm on the tip of his erection. I guess he'd already started to come. Then all of a sudden it just shot out, straight up in the air."

I looked at my wife and felt my orgasm start. I pulled down once more on my erection then released it.

"It was such a powerful spurt, it went up maybe three or four feet in the air," Carol said. She was staring at my cock. I was about to erupt.

"I put my hands on his shoulders and quickly sat down on his stiff prick. He just slid right in, I was so wet."

I closed my eyes for a moment as the first spasm shook my cock. I felt my semen shoot up in the air. I opened my eyes and watched it fall back onto my shirt.

"He moaned really loudly as he entered me. I felt his cock muscles contract a second time. It got a bit bigger and he pushed hard into me."

I reached down and grabbed my cock and rubbed. I was spurting sperm into the air and onto my shirt and thighs. 

"He pumped into me quite a few times. He was holding my hips and pulling me down onto him each time he pushed up. I remember my boobs bouncing and the slapping noise as our bodies came together. Then he just lay back on the bed, breathing heavily. 

"I got off his lap. I tried to keep my thighs together. I didn't want to lose any of his sperm. I went to the foot of the bed and lay down. He was laying across the bed and I was laying along it, so our heads were sort of side by side, at right angles. I could hear him panting above me."

I was finished. I dropped my hand to my side. There was quite a bit of semen on my shirt and legs. I could feel it running down one thigh. I sat back, my cock slowly going limp.

Carol continued her story. "I reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. It was extremely wet, with his sperm and my wetness all mixed up together. Some of his cum started to slide out. I caught it on my fingers and rubbed it onto my clit. He had shot a lot into me. As it came out, I tried to catch it and I rubbed it over me. 

"I could feel him turn his head to look at what I was doing, but I wasn't really paying any attention to him anymore. He started to stroke my hair. I think he kissed me on the forehead once. I was starting to rock my hips." She smiled for a second. "I remember that the mattress was kind of hard."

She was looking at the wall again. "It was so arousing, feeling this man's cum all over my pussy. It was the proof that I had made him so excited.

"I don't remember the details after that, except that he reached down and pulled on my nipples, and that sent me over the top. It was ..." She paused for moment and looked into my face. "I can't describe it. But I think you know how I feel." She gestured with her head towards my lap.

My semi-limp cock lay to one side, some semen still dribbling out. "Yes, I know how you feel," I said, running one hand over my balding scalp. "I'll call Nick," I said quietly. 

Carol got up from the sofa and came over to me. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, dropping it on the floor. Then she reached behind her and undid her bra. She threw that on the floor, too, then sat down on my lap, facing me. She reached down and took some of the cum off of my leg. She lifted a finger it to her breast and rubbed the sum slowly on the nipple until it stood out straight and glistening. She took some more sperm and put it on her nipple without rubbing it in. There was so much, it started to drip off.

Then she lowered her breast to my mouth. I sucked in her nipple, licking the sperm from it. I swallowed. I held her breast with one hand while I licked the nipple clean. Then she stood up, picked up her clothes and left the room.

I picked up the phone and dialed Nick's number.

***

Three days later, Nick picked us up at an airport in the Midwest. He was driving a van, with two seats in front and upholstered benches running along both sides in the back. It was a custom design, expensive, with leather upholstery and wood paneling, a sink and small stove top. There were two large curtained windows built into the back doors, extending almost all the way from ceiling to floor. The curtains were pulled together in the middle. 

Carol sat in front with Nick while I sat on the bench in the back. "Glad to see you folks again," he said. He had to crane his neck to look at me through the rear-view mirror. He smiled. Then he glanced at Carol. He reached over and gave her knee a squeeze. She was wearing a short skirt and a dark, snug turtleneck. From where I was sitting behind Nick, her large breasts stood out in round profile.

As he pulled out into traffic, he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a thermos. He passed it back to me. "Help yourself," he said. "It's a special recipe of mine. To welcome you back."

I opened the thermos and poured the liquid into the lid. It was a gold color, and tasted sweet and strongly alcoholic. I took a drink and passed it to Carol. She sniffed it, then brought the plastic cup to her lips. She offered some to Nick. 

"No thanks, gotta drive," he said. 

Carol took another mouthful, then passed it back to me.

"I thought we'd go for a spin, see the sights," Nick said, again looking back at me in the rearview mirror. I nodded my head.

We pulled onto a highway and headed out across the flat countryside. Barns and silos, small towns, from time to time a small shopping mall. We were out in the boondocks. Carol stared out the window, watching the scenery move past. We passed the thermos back and forth without looking at each other.

After a few minutes, Nick reached over to Carol's knee again. He began to softly stroke her leg, but kept his eyes on the road. Carol continued to look out the side window of the van. Nick slowly moved his hand higher along my wife's thigh. She parted her knees slightly. He moved his hand as high as he could and started to stroke her. Carol closed her eyes and began to gently rock her hips against his hand. I felt the blood pumping into my cock.

Nick continued to drive like this for several minutes, as though it were perfectly natural. My wife continued to press back against his hand, eyes closed, face turned away. Her nipples jutted out through bra and sweater.

Carol started to moan a little and speed up her thrusts. Just when I thought she might come, Nick pulled his hand away and said, "Take your sweater off." We were still driving along a main highway. There wasn't a lot of traffic but, since Nick was driving a little slowly, we were being passed every few minutes. 

My wife sat forward, tugged the sweater out of the waistband of her skirt, and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a sheer white bra. Her nipples were clearly visible. Nick glanced at her quickly and smiled, then turned back to look at the road. Carol turned toward me, but then looked away. She handed me her sweater.

"You are probably the hottest thing I've ever had in my car," he said. He reached over with one hand and squeezed my wife's breast, flicking his fingers over the sheer material covering one nipple. Carol reached up and took his hand and held it against her breast, squeezing herself together with him. Nick looked at her and smiled. "The hottest ever," he said.

With a quick look in my direction, Nick said, "Now the skirt." Carol unzipped her skirt at the side, then lifted her hips off the car seat, slowly tugging the skirt over her thighs, then pulling it down over her knees. She lifted her legs to free the skirt from her shoes. Her breasts were squeezed against her thighs and bulged out the side of the bra. She handed me her skirt without looking at me.

I leaned forward to see what she was wearing. She had on pantyhose, nude to the waist, and without panties. My cock straightened out in my pants. 

"My, my," Nick said, and whistled quietly between his teeth. "What do you think, Jack, shouldn't we share this with somebody?" He looked at me in the mirror. My wife stared out the window. Her face was still flushed. I nodded.

A couple of cars passed us. I couldn't see from my position in the back whether anyone noticed my wife sitting half-naked in the front seat of the van. Once, Nick pointed as a truck overtook us and laughed. "Lean towards me, quick," he said. Carol turned and moved closer. Her large breasts squeezed up from the cups of her bra. She looked up through the window on Nick's side of the van. Her cheeks were flushed. Was she looking into someone's face?

"Oh, yeah, that's it, he got it," Nick said. "Beautiful." Carol sat back. I heard a truck horn blow, then the rear of a semi-trailer pulled in front and slowly moved beyond view.

After another ten minutes or so, Nick pulled the van into a large picnic area. There were a few cars at one end of the parking lot. In the middle of the lot, near the washrooms, two large semi-trailers were parked. Nick drove to the far end of the lot. He pulled in beside a picnic table that was mostly hidden behind some trees. There was a shower building about 20 yards away, behind some trees. There were no other cars around.

"Wait here," he said, and got out of the van. He walked over to where the trucks were parked and disappeared behind one of them. Carol and I sat in the van in silence, listening to the cars drive past on the highway.

"Carol, you look incredible," I said after a minute. 

She turned halfway around and looked at me. "Are you stiff?" she asked.

I nodded. She turned back. She lowered the sun visor and looked at herself in the small mirror. "Jack, whatever happens ..." She licked her lips and puckered them once, then turned her eyes to me in the reflection. "... don't forget that you are part of this, too. It's not just me and Nick."

Before I could ask her what she meant, Nick was back at the van. He motioned for Carol to roll down the window, then leaned in.

"Switch places, you two," he said. He looked back over to the trucks.

My wife turned to her left and crawled between the seats into the back of the van. Her full breasts hung down in the sheer bra and wobbled in the light material as she struggled between the seats. I caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy through the nude pantyhose. She caught one of her high heels on the emergency brake and stumbled for a moment. I reached out and steadied her. She took my arm and sat down beside me. She didn't look at me. I got out the back of the van and walked around to the front passenger side and got in.

Just then, a man appeared beside the van. He was big, maybe six-foot four. He was carrying a bottle of beer in one hand, his other hand stuck in the back pocket of his blue jeans. He had on a green John Deere T-shirt. His hair was long, dark brown, and pulled into a pony tail. His eyes were bloodshot and he seemed to be squinting all the time. I guessed he was in his mid-thirties. He had a slight paunch but broad, powerful shoulders. I noticed he was wearing black and white Keds running shoes.




No Turning Back Ch. 02: Peter and Sam



Peter and Samantha

"How was your weekend?" Samantha asked, coming into the kitchen. She was wearing a light summer skirt and a lacy blouse, her black hair pulled back from her green eyes. "I never got the chance to ask last night or this morning."

"It was fine," Peter answered; non-committal. He wasn't sure how he was going to tell her about his experiences with Eric. They had an open, comfortable relationship, but their promise to each other was it all had to be open and honest. He'd now broken that promise, albeit in an unplanned manner.

"Details, buster; none of this 'fine' crap. Did Jessica have a good time with the two of you?"

"She wasn't there either. It ended up just being the two of us."

"Oooh, boy's only. No women to entertain you." She teased moving her lithe body up close to his so she could wrap her arms around him. "You must have suffered terribly." She reached around to embrace him, her hands on his chest. It didn't take long for her to feel something respond in his poise. "Yup, terribly indeed."

Peter tried to pry himself away playfully. "None of that now, I'm making supper."

But Samantha didn't relent. She started kissing him on the neck, making him lose focus, compelling him to put down the knife he was holding. Relenting, he turned to her, his strong arms pulled her in closer, his mouth greeting hers. They kissed lingeringly until the sizzle on the pan forced Peter to pay attention to his cooking. As he moved to stir, Samantha followed, continuing to caress and tease his neck with her lips. One hand brushed its way down to his crotch, making him squirm. The other massaged his firm chest through his thin, athletic shirt, occasionally pinching his nipples. She could feel the muscles in his body respond to her teases. 

"I'm gonna burn the onions," he protested weakly. But as her hand gripped him harder, he turned the heat off to drag her over to the bare kitchen table. With a flex of his powerful legs, he lifted her easily up, so her ass was at the edge, giving him access to her panties. He pushed himself in between her legs, and kissed her deeply. She pulled her legs up and around him, bringing him in even closer, feeling his erection through his pants against her crotch. 

Before long her blouse was up over her head and his mouth was on her nipples, making her moan and clutch at his brown hair, holding him tight against her chest. She reached for him, unbuckling his pants to get her hand on him more easily, feeling him grow hard against her palm. He moved down to pull her panties off and put his mouth on her pussy to taste her exquisite juices. He could see the light of the kitchen glisten on her moist, pink labia.

When he couldn't wait any longer, he stood up and put the head of his cock against her lips, rubbing it along her sensitive skin, teasing her. Samantha grabbed at his ass and pulled him into her with a deep sigh of pleasure feeling him fill her with his hard cock. Peter pushed himself into her with her movement, until he was fully inside her. 

"Your pussy feels so good," he said as her wet heat enveloped him. An intrusive memory of Greg's ass, much tighter than Samantha's pussy, speared into his mind, briefly distracting him from his woman's perfect wet fit. Samantha's hand on his ass was making him recall that weekend with a deep sense of lust, though, and he silently wished she'd move her fingers in toward the crack of his ass. 

Happily his subtle motions gave her the hint and her hand drifted inward until it was resting against his coccyx. Just that small presence, the hint of something more drove him wild and in a moment of bravery, he reached back to press her hand a bit lower.

Samantha looked at him with an unspoken question as he moved in her. He nodded, wanting to take this first step with his woman. So she reached further and pressed a tentative finger into his ass. Peter moaned his encouragement so she spat on her hand and she dug it in deeper, until she was in past the second knuckle. He thrust himself back into her hand as he fucked her and his added vigour stimulated her even more until she came, moaning, jamming her finger deep in him.

"Oh god," he gasped before putting his mouth back on her tits, sucking her nipples hungrily. 

"You like that, do you?" Samantha asked with husky voice, thrusting her finger in and out of his ass as her man moved in her.

"Mmm, yes," Peter answered honestly, far enough in the moment to go past his fears of what that answer might imply. Her finger, now pressed in against his prostate, was enough to make Peter grab at her ass and pull himself completely in her, blasting his cum into her pussy. He stood for a moment, panting after his hard orgasm, feeling himself in her and her in him.

"Mmm, nice way to start dinner," she purred into his ear as they reluctantly withdrew from each other. As they cleaned up, Samantha occasionally gave Peter a queer, questioning look. But he pretended to not notice.

After a dinner filled with easy conversation that didn't include the fact that Peter liked ass play, they cleaned the dishes. When Peter bent over to put a pot away, Samantha came up behind him and gave his butt a gentle slap.

"You do have a hot ass, buster. If I was a gay man I'd wanna have a go at you," she complimented.

"That's assuming I'd be a bottom," Peter said, standing up to kiss her deeply.

"You'd be MY bottom for sure," Samantha answered grabbing at his cheeks and pulling him in close to bite on his ear. "I'd make sure you begged for my cock."

Peter grinned at his dirty-minded woman. "You with a cock; sounds like a very dangerous combination."

"I could get one, you know," she suggested. "A girlfriend of mine told me of something she and her partner bought recently. It's some sort of dildo, but not really. Supposedly it stimulates both women at the same time."

"Oh really? Is this something you'd want to give a try?" Peter asked, carefully keeping his voice casual.

"Well, it kinda sounds like fun," she said tentatively. "I'm guessing you're up for it;" not a question.

"Well, it did feel good," Peter tried to be nonchalant in his response, but inside was churning with the implications of what they were considering. "Do you know where she got it?"

"I don't know. Let me ask," Samantha said, reaching for her phone with a mischievous smile. Her fingers flew across the screen as she texted her friend about their toy.

Peter registered with a bit of a sick feeling the fact that Samantha's friend knew Samantha was with a man and there could only be one reason for getting some sort of two-person dildo. He looked with some alarm at Samantha's giggles as her fingers tapped a silent conversation with her friend. His consternation wasn't enough, however, to deter his cock from starting to throb in anticipation.

"What?" he asked, a bit defensively when she looked at him with amusement.

Samantha looked at him with a wicked smirk, holding the phone up to her chest, keeping the screen hidden from him under her pert breasts.

"Nothing you need to read mister; just that you're in luck. They bought it in town." She read the next ping with another bit of laughter and looked at her anxious fiancée. "Oh ho! Apparently it comes with a smaller attachment for the ass. Becky says she loves it."

Peter stood mouth agape at hearing such details. 

"You're friend actually told you that?"

Samantha stalked across the room to stand in front of her man, a very evil grin on her face. She noticed the slight bulge in Peter's pants, evidence of his arousal thinking of being pleasured anally by his woman.

"She did," came her sardonic answer. Samantha then stared pointedly at his groin with a smirk. "Hmm, you seem interested, babe; for me to have a cock that I can shove up your tight butt." She turned him around, grabbed at his hips and thrust her pelvis up against his hard ass cheeks.

He heard her voice, deep and throaty in his ear. "Becky says she comes really hard using it. I like this idea of coming while fucking your ass."

By now Peter had a raging hard-on again. He had no idea what the device really entailed, but was nonetheless completely taken with the idea of his woman pumping a dildo in and out of his ass, pleasuring him in much the same way Greg did on their extraordinary weekend together; especially if fucking him gave her pleasure. He felt Samantha grab at his hard butt and a tongue snake into his ear.

"Let's go now lover. I can't wait to slide into your butt," she whispered, filling Peter with white hot thoughts of pushing their lovemaking into this new dimension. Her presence behind him vanished like a wraith as she turned quickly and left the kitchen with a feline grace, leaving him to follow in bemused astonishment at his fiancée's sudden, predatory attitude.

An hour later they were in the adult store, their senses assaulted by the plethora of images, toys and possibilities. On one wall was a selection of lingerie, another wall was a montage of DVD covers showing images of hot men and women in every conceivable sex act, but it was the third wall that was the focus of their attention; the toys, shelves and shelves of dildos, restraints, masks, and other various BDSM devices. 

Peter was torn between his excitement and a bit of trepidation at what the others in the store might think. He did a bit of self-examination as he wandered up and down the wall, looking at all the merchandise. He was a mature adult with his woman in a store that catered to adult sexual fun, so why the nervousness? Should he think anyone even cared what they looked at? Trying to be subtle, he looked around at the other customers, which were few; just another couple at the counter talking to the young pair of women staff, oblivious to him and Samantha. 

It didn't take long to find the device they were looking for. Its box had a picture of a lovely woman reclining on a divan of some sort, all very tasteful. The back of the box showed a rather provocative picture of a different woman strutting her naked body into a bedroom with a large plastic cock jutting from her crotch. There were no straps or harnesses to be seen anywhere on her smooth skin.

Samantha was over by the lubricants, looking at the choices, and being approached by one of the clerks. Peter, lost in an imaginary world of cock-brandishing women, wasn't paying attention to them as he tried to casually pick up the box and bring it over to his woman.

"That's our best one," the clerk approved, smiling at Peter without any sense of amusement or innuendo. 

"I heard good things about it," Samantha said without hesitation. Peter was only mildly disappointed that she didn't show any signs of shyness for at least his sake. "Can you recommend a good lubricant for it?"

The young woman pointed out several options for them to look at. Not sure of which ones would be good, Samantha opted to buy three different types to try. They paid for their goodies and left, carrying them all in that notorious, opaque black shopping bag. Once they got into the car, Peter breathed a sigh of relief that the whole process had been very painless, that the sleazy sex-shop was a thing of the past. Like everything else in their society, sex had been corporately sterilized. Samantha, on the other hand, excited at this new toy opened the bag and looked at the box, turning it over in her hands to admire the beautiful, cocky woman.

When they got home both were excited to try out their new toy, but didn't really know much about it at all. So they decided to check the internet; blogs, how-to's, the company website itself, and of course, porn. Peter, being the guy, was keen on seeing the porn videos of various women using them on their men. So he poured them some wine, brought out some nice cheeses and crackers and the two of them sampled what was out there on the internet. They reclined on the bed with the laptop at their feet.

It wasn't long before Peter had a massive erection, which Samantha noted and started to fondle. She stroked her man, first through his pants before opening his belt and zipper to slide her hand into his underwear to feel the hot flesh of his hard cock in the palm of her hand. Peter reached over and started to return the favour, gently stroking Samantha's crotch until she too, was aroused enough to want to shed her pants, which she did. Peter also divested himself of his clothes.

Samantha leaned over and kissed the head of Peter's cock, circling it with her tongue, fingers caressing his balls. Each time she moved her hand, it drifted closer to his anus until her fingers were touching his asshole and her mouth was fully around the head of his dick. She stopped to put some lube on her hand before going back to sucking Peter's cock, deeper now, both mouth and fingers. It was much easier to get her fingers in his ass with the lube, almost suspiciously easy, but she put that thought aside for the moment.

Peter didn't want to come in her mouth, so he rolled her onto her back to eat her out until she was wet and softly humping her pussy against his mouth. When they thought she was ready, they inserted the 'giver's' end into her pussy and attached the anal toy. Samantha stood up, her dildo jutting out of her pussy like a cock. She strutted a bit in front of Peter to get the feel of the weight and flexibility of the fake dick; an image of feminine power and sexuality that made Peter's knees go weak. He couldn't take his eyes off her lithe body, tits that nicely fit in the palm of his hand, not too big, not too small; toned, athletic legs that carried her along her daily runs. Her ass was shapely, with round hips that he loved to hold onto as they danced or made love. Her black hair tumbled over her shoulders and green eyes sparkled in horny amusement as she watched his transfixed face follow her every move. But it was the purple dildo that he was truly mesmerized by; and Samantha could see it in his face. 

"Do you like my cock?" she asked, hands on her hips, which were thrust slightly forward in challenge.

He nodded wordlessly.

"Say it out loud," she commanded, starting to get into a role of greater dominance.

"You have a nice cock, yes," he answered with a dry mouth. 

Samantha came up close to him, and reached out with a tender hand to stroke his cheek.

"That's good, mister," she acknowledged. "Because I think I want to see you take it in your mouth."

Peter's eyes went wide as the tender hand on his cheek suddenly gripped his chin and guided his mouth to the purple head that dangled menacingly near his lips.

"That's right, my man," she said in a low, almost purring voice. She then poked the end of the dildo right into Peter's surprised mouth. He didn't have the mental wherewithal to resist the intrusion, and the odd feel of the plastic dildo penetrating his mouth wasn't exactly what he'd expected. In contrast to his experience with Eric, the dildo was cool, almost cold. They'd have to do something about that he told himself. But Samantha wasn't giving him time to second guess anything, pushing her fake cock deeper into his mouth, and then pulling it out again.

"Oh yeah babe. Suck my cock, get it hard so I can stick it in your ass," she murmured, clearly getting into it far more than Peter had anticipated. He never saw this aspect of her personality and for a moment wondered what he'd gotten himself into when he felt her hand grip the back of his head to force him deeper onto her dong.

"Take it all in your mouth, squeeze your lips. Mmm, that feels good,"

Peter looked up at Samantha's face and to his surprise saw a look of real pleasure there. He stopped moving his head back and forth along the dildo to ask if that was the case.

"Yes,'" Samantha replied. "I actually feel a bit of something; a pressure inside that does feel good, so keep going."

Samantha's hands held the back of his head as she slid in and out of his mouth. After a while, she shuddered a bit as an especially intense wave of...something rolled through her body. She stopped to get a better sense of what was happening, looking at her man with a dildo partway between his lips.

"I think it's time I fucked you," she said thickly, pulling out, a sheen of sweat already covering her body. Her words brought a pulse of blood to Peter's cock, making it twitch in anticipation. While titillated at the fact that Samantha felt something, and certainly loving the fact that she was getting into it, he didn't entirely relish the feel of the dildo in his mouth. It wasn't alive like Eric's cock was, didn't pulse, or swell. So he thankfully rolled away from her and let her get back on the bed with him.

"So how do you want me?" he asked. 

"Let's face the screen, that way we can both watch as I stick my cock in your ass,"

"Like this?" Peter asked, getting up on all fours, with his ass pointed toward the pillows.

"Oh yes, that works. Stick that ass up in the air babe," she answered, getting up on her knees to position herself behind him. They did a search for a longer video, one that had a bit of promise to it. She started by caressing his butt with her hands, enjoying the feel of his hard muscular gluteal muscles against her pelvis. His skin was soft, with only a trace of hair. After a bit, she lubed up her finger and started to gently probe his rosebud. It went in easily, making him hum in pleasure. Soon she had a second finger, watching the tight flesh of his anus pucker around her knuckles as her fingers moved in and out of him. She saw that his cock was rock-hard, so clearly he was really enjoying it.

"Are you ready?" she asked. "Do you want my cock?"

"Yes, I want your cock," he replied in a quiet, almost tentative voice.

Samantha lubed up her dildo and pressed it against his asshole until she saw it pop past the ring and slide smoothly up his butt.

"Ohhh," was all she heard. Her dildo was smaller than a man's cock so it went in all the way, especially since Peter instinctively pushed back, swallowing the whole thing up his ass.

She started to pump in him, slowly at first, but then faster as his body rocked backward into her, until wham! Her orgasm came out of nowhere, stimulated by the incredible pressure on her G-spot. Taken by surprise, she nearly collapsed on his back with a cry.

"God, babe," Peter called out, pulling off quickly, not knowing what had happened. "Are you okay?"

Samantha didn't answer at first, still struck speechless by the impact of her climax.

"Did you come?" he asked incredulously? Laying supine on her side, Samantha could only nod weakly.

"Wow, that's incredible," Peter said. "Do you want to keep going?"

Samantha got back up on her knees, checked that the dildo was still inside her and nodded. So Peter re-positioned himself to feel the exquisite sense of being filled by his woman's cock, which invoked incredible sensations in his ass when she penetrated him again. With a sigh, he pushed himself back onto her dong, and rested himself on his elbows as his woman drilled his ass again. 

"God this feels good," she said, thrusting her hips into the hard muscles of his cheeks, the slap of her skin on his filling the room. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" With each thrust into his tight ass, the resistance caused her end to push against the outer wall of her vagina, pulsing waves of pleasure outward through her pelvis. She watched the purple cock slide in and out of his flesh. It was one of the hottest things she'd seen in a long time. She gripped his hips harder and pumped herself in even deeper.

"I don't know," Peter answered, privately thinking how he had indeed explored anal pleasures both alone and with Eric. The thoughts of being with another person without Samantha knowing took away from the enjoyment of the moment, so he pushed that thought down deep but had trouble keeping his thoughts under control when the video (which they weren't really paying much attention to) switched to include male-male sex with the woman being involved with a strap-on. Watching the men fucking each other in the ass brought on that odd wild desire in him.




No Turning Back Ch. 02: Peter and Sam



Samantha noticed how his arousal level changed but didn't say anything, not wanting to introduce that level of uncertainty in their moment. However, his increased response initiated another orgasm in her loins as the device moved in her pussy against her G-spot in delicious ways. 

"Yes yes yes," Peter chanted in unison with her cries of pleasure, vigorously thrusting himself back against her dick. 

"I want to look at you as I fuck you," Samantha said when she came down from her climax, turning him over, away from the video, which showed one man riding the hard cock of the other man as the woman jammed her dildo deep into his mouth in a parody of getting a blow job. 

Peter spread his legs and pulled his woman into his ass, kissing her deeply as the dildo pounded into his prostate, forcing pre-cum to ooze out of his cock.

"Oh fuck, Samantha, fuck me, fuck my ass!" he begged beyond restraint. A small, dim part of his mind wondered what it was that made anal sex so pleasurable to him. He reached a hand around Samantha's round cheek and started to finger her ass as she fucked him. With all the lube smeared everywhere, it was easy for him to penetrate her tight hole, something she quite enjoyed. As he slid it gently in and out, she fucked him even harder until she came again. Since she was mashed into his body, he couldn't jack himself, although the friction between their bellies did provide some stimulation. In a desperate need to come, and because his ass was getting worn out, he lifted her off him and lay her on her back, raising her legs up into the air. He gently pulled the toy from her vagina before trying to slide his granite cock into her sopping pussy.

"Not there, I'm a bit tender," she said, grabbing at his dick and pushing it further down, near her ass. "I want you in my ass instead."

Peter slid into her well-lubed ass with a groan muffled by his mouth on her tits. 

Samantha felt him push slowly and easily into her ass, eliciting thrills of pleasure through her body in counter-point to the hard clap of her other orgasms. He fit well in her ass, not too big, but big enough to make her feel filled with his cock when he was in her. He was always gentle there, respective of the gift of trust by letting him in her back door. As his cock moved deeper into her bowels, he kissed her breasts lovingly, tenderly. She massaged her clit to keep her body in a state of arousal, but had no expectation of coming again. That was good thing since it wasn't long before she felt him swell and pump his cum deep in her ass. 

He pulled out and they settled into bed, the video once gain capturing their attention. The two men were still at it: this time it was the other man that was doing the fucking. Peter thought about the fact that he and Eric had done just that, swapped roles comfortably, enjoying both giving and receiving. It was at that precise moment that Samantha chose to ask him about his interpretation of what they were watching.

"Peter, does that turn you on? Watching two men having sex?" she purred, snuggling her hot body in close to his.

He chose to be honest, thinking anything less would be insulting to her intelligence. He knew she wouldn't have asked if she didn't already suspect, or at least wonder.

"It's pretty hot, yes,"

"It's hot watching a man stuff his hard cock into another man's tight ass? Or is it hot to watch a man take a hard cock up his tight ass?" she asked, almost repeating the question, but phrasing both in such a way to ascertain what he liked.

"Both," he answered glibly. "I don't know why, I just think it's hot. I'm just a sex addict I guess. I'd nail anything with a heartbeat."

"That's my pervert," Samantha said, affectionately kissing him on the cheek as she got up to clean herself. She left it at that because she didn't know what to say or think about the revelation that her fiancée might be bisexual.

Later on as they were relaxing in bed, satiated from their play, she asked a bit more seriously.

"Have you ever thought about being with a guy?"

Peter didn't answer for a few seconds, trying to phrase his answer carefully. 

"It's crossed my mind a couple of time, mostly in fantasy or whatever."

"You've fantasized about being with a guy?" she asked, her curiosity now really piqued. "Tell me more!"

"What, like describe the fantasy? I don't remember exactly," he prevaricated, quickly realizing that his hope for becoming more open about his appetites was becoming a reality and also much more complicated than he'd ever expected. Sighing inwardly, he wished, too late, that he'd not gone ahead and fucked around with Eric.

"Then make one up. I want to know more about this side of you. Better yet, let's play twenty questions."

"Okay, I guess. Fire away. Though I don't know what you'll learn,"

"The point isn't what I might learn, but what you might learn," Samantha pointed out. "Let's start," she said giggling. "I want to know how gay you are, hee hee!"

"I'm not gay!" Peter protested.

"No, you just like it up the ass and to watch men fuck," she agreed sarcastically, sticking her finger into his crack to make her point. "Nothing gay about that," she said laughing uproariously.

"That's just sex. Being gay is about being attracted to men and being capable of romantic love with one. I am neither," Peter tried to clarify, wanting to make sure she didn't think he was interested in men in that way. He loved women, her specifically, and didn't find it remotely possible for him to be in love with a man, or even be attracted to one.

"We'll see," she said dubiously. "Here goes, my first question. In your fantasy are you the seducer or seduce?"

"Seducee."

"Is it stranger sex or with someone you know?"

"Stranger," he said, thinking that Eric was no stranger.

"In the fantasy is there any affection?"

"No, just physical pleasure."

"Is it sensual or rough?"

"Generally sensual."

"In the fantasy are you a bottom or top?"

"Neither, or both."

"So you suck the guy's cock?"

"I guess so."

"And get yours sucked."

"Yes."

"Do you swallow?"

"It usually goes to fucking before that."

"The guy fucks you in the ass?"

"Yes."

Her hand started gently massaging him, just on the chest; more of an aimless caress rather than a deliberate motion. But it, along with his visions of what she was asking were making him swell slightly in his boxers. He hoped she didn't become too aware of that fact.

"And you fuck him in the ass?"

"Yes. Like I said; it's just about the sex."

"So, like in a gym? Maybe you are in the shower and some gay guy comes up and, what starts to spontaneously suck your cock?"

"No, not at all. Like I said, I am seduced."

"Oh, so maybe a personal trainer starts to get in a bit close? Maybe an accidental rub of your ass or crotch?"

"That's much better," he said, actually starting to enjoy the repartee.

"Hmm, I can see that," she said, apparently not missing the growing bulge in his shorts. "This anonymous trainer, he comes up behind you to correct your form. Can you feel his bulge when he's in too close?" Rubbing now.

"Mmm, yes," Peter answered, closing his eyes and letting the visuals take him.

"Do you feel his hard cock in your ass crack while doing a bent over row?"

"Yeah, he can't resist pressing himself into me."

"So he wants to fuck your ass."

"Yeah."

"And do you want him too?"

"Not right away. At first I'm surprised at the feeling of him against me."

"So what do you want??"

"Nothing yet, really. The workout has more 'brushes' eventually moving to a bit of groping."

"Oh, so while he is correcting your form, he ends up groping your cock?"

"Yes, and my 'acceptance' spurns him to do it more assertively."

"So he makes the first move?"

"Yes, maybe in the showers. Something like I'm alone and he walks in and starts with a series of compliments, maybe a casual comment about being horny or something. Stuff to feel me out, to see if I'm receptive to seduction."

Samantha has her hand in Peter's shorts, now and her hand is very warm on his cock; a soft touch, nothing really aggressive.

"So you chat a bit, and maybe he is getting closer, until he starts to...what?"

"Maybe he offers to soap down my back."

"Ooh, I like that. I can see him behind you, gently running his hands over your back until they wrap around and start massaging your pecs."

"That would be nice, yes" Peter approved in a quiet voice, wondering just how much Samantha was getting out of this odd dialogue.

"Then his hands would roam down your torso until they got near your cock, then he would put a hand on it, to feel you already somewhat hard; an encouraging sign."

"Yeah, I'd certainly be showing something,"

"Does he turn you around? Or does he come in close, to let you feel his erection against your ass crack?"

"That depends on my mood, sometimes he turns me around and sucks my cock until I fuck him in the ass. Sometimes I invite him to fuck me in the ass."

"So you like it both ways?"

"Yes I do," Peter answered honestly, letting those specific words open the door for questions he was at that very moment, prepared to answer. His gut clenched with a mixture of fear, stress and relief at the opportunity to tell her the truth. Samantha got the hint readily. She looked at him with a direct gaze, her heart in her eyes.

"Peter, is there something you need to tell me?"

Peter felt his face flush with an almost nervous shame as he nodded without saying a word at first.

"Tell me," she said simply, not making it easy for him, not letting him answer just yes or no.

"This past weekend, Eric and I, um, unexpectedly explored our sexuality," he started carefully.

Samantha didn't say a word, or move for that matter, just sat with him in a deep stillness. He looked in her eyes and saw a neutral patience, a sense of waiting without judging that made him love her so much at that moment he thought his heart would burst.

"It was cold, so cold we needed to kind of snuggle naked in the same bed to keep from freezing. At some point during the night, it became obvious that he wanted to experience male-male sex with me."

This time Samantha did respond. 

"He did, did he? How did he know to indicate anything?" she asked, putting him further on the spot, forcing him to acknowledge the whole truth, not just a glossed-over version.

"I learned from him that he's into gay porn, and while we were in bed, I was behind and somehow pressed a bit into him, making him respond."

"So it was you who initiated, not him," Samantha confronted him, now not looking neutral. She hated bullshit in life and was not impressed that her man was trying to bullshit her. She got up out of the bed and looked down at him, with frustration evident in her eyes.

"When you're ready to tell me the real truth, let me know," she said, stepping away from him, to leave the room.

"Okay, okay," Peter conceded. "Please come back. I'll tell you everything."

Samantha turned back to the bed, but only sat at its edge, leaving an uncomfortable separation between them. From his perspective, it looked like she was allowing herself a physical out, a way of escaping if things between them became too uncomfortable for her.

"It's true, about me having fantasized about male-male sex. And yes, I have played with myself back there. It feels really good and that was as far as anything had gone until that night. I don't know what came over me, but I just wanted, no, needed to, experience it for real, not porn, not self-pleasure."

'You 'experienced' it? You had SEX with another man!" she said angrily. "I know that we have an open relationship, but I'm hurt that you went ahead without me."

Peter was stunned. That was not was he was expecting.

"Went ahead?" he asked, hoping for some clarification.

"Yes," she said. "Something that big I want to be a part of. I would have loved to watch you, or even participate. But you took that away from me, which was very selfish of you."

"I'm so sorry my love," Peter said, feeling a deep tearing regret at that moment for not holding off with Eric. "What can I do to make this better?"

Samantha shook her head. 

"You can't make this 'better'. You are going to have to live with your mistake, and learn from it. We both will," she added at the last. 

Peter turned inward. 

"It would have been better had the weekend never happened."

"Not so, Peter," Samantha countered. "If you hadn't done what you did, we wouldn't be here having this truth." A small smile curved the corners of her mouth up. "Besides, I might not have gotten to fuck you and experience that sweet feeling of coming while in your ass."

"Well, it won't happen again," Peter promised.

"Oh yes it will. Once that Djinn is out of the bottle, you can't stuff it back in. Besides, you have to take Eric into account now. You've involved him, and can't just back off without ruining your friendship. You like male sex, and he is the best candidate for being able to access that part of your sexuality."

Peter smiled as he marveled at his woman's maturity, wisdom and kindness.

Samantha's face then took on a serious mien. 

"Just don't do it with ANYONE else. And don't do it behind my back again. If you do, we're through."

During that last part of their conversation, Peter noted that she had drifted in close again. So at that point he was free to embrace her.

"Gods, I love you so much," he said, kissing her cheek, choking back tears.

"I love you too. Now let's get to sleep."

They turned off the lights and spooned, with Peter in behind, oddly parallel to the night with Eric. Almost reading his mind Samantha whispered a question.

"This is how you were that night? Are you thinking of him right now?"

Peter smiled and kissed her neck.

"I'm only thinking of you."

And that was the truth.



No Turning Back Ch. 02



Keds exchanged a few words with Nick, then opened the back door of the van and sat down on the bench beside my wife. The van rocked slightly as he got in. I could smell booze on his breath. He looked around the van for a moment, then at my wife. Carol sat with her hands between her knees, looking down. It was a defensive position, I thought, but it had the effect of squeezing her breasts together, which looked like an invitation. My cock was pumping.

"Well, he was right, lady," Keds said. He ran a hand through his hair. "You are something special." He lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a long pull. Then Nick got back into the driver's seat.

"Ain't she a piece?" Nick said, then looked at me and winked. "I'm tellin' ya." He was talking like a hillbilly.

Keds was leering at my wife. "So, how much is this gonna cost?" he said after a minute.

"Like I already said, you can look all you want for twenty bucks," Nick said. "It'll cost you fifty if you wanna touch."

Keds tilted the bottle back and poured the rest of the beer into his mouth. He dropped the bottle on the floor of the van, then sat up and reached behind him. He pulled out his wallet and handed Nick fifty dollars.

"I been on the road for ten days," he said. "Night and day. It's been a bitch. I've been dreamin' of tail for some time." He smiled at Carol, then at Nick. "I guess now I'm gonna get me some."

My wife looked at Nick, a question on her face. He smiled at her, then turned to Keds.

"You be nice and gentle with her, my friend," Nick said. "She doesn't do this every day, you know. We'll be keepin' an eye on you." Nick slipped a tape into the cassette player and pushed the play button. I recognized the music. It was from the seventies, Fleetwood Mac, I think.

Then he opened the door, looking at me and gesturing with his head for me to get out as well. I closed the van door behind me and looked around the parking lot. Nick walked around the front of the van and came up to me. 

"Make sure nothing weird is going on back there," he said. "I'll be back in a sec." He poked me in the stomach with one finger, smiled and walked back towards the trucks. I took a deep breath. It was late afternoon, and windy. There was a line of poplars along the far edge of the parking lot and the sound of their leaves rustling rose and fell with the wind.

I walked around the back of the van and looked through the large windows. The curtains blocked some of the view, but I could easily see both benches. Keds was sitting on one and looking at my wife, who was laying down along the other bench. She was still in her bra, pantyhose and heels. I leaned into the side of the van to get a better view. I could feel the bass lines of the music vibrating through the van's metal body.

My wife lifted one leg, bent at the knee, then extended it towards the ceiling, running her hand along the nylon from calf up to her thigh. She repeated the motion with her other leg. She was looking at Keds the whole time. 

He was watching her intently as well, occasionally nodding his head slightly. From time to time he would reach down and rub the front of his pants. 

Suddenly there was someone standing beside me. "What's to see in there?" I jumped, startled. Nick was standing there with another guy. He was the opposite of Keds - short, skinny, probably fifty years old. He had a thin, dark mustache and a receding hairline. He was smiling at me, like he'd caught me in the act. He reminded me somehow of an old Desi Arnaz of 'I Love Lucy' fame.

"You can look for free for two minutes, then it's twenty bucks," Nick said. 

Desi nodded at Nick, looked at me for a second then peered into the window. I looked in again, too. My wife was still lying on the bench. Both knees were up, with her shoes on the bench. She was arcing her back, reaching underneath. It looked like she was going to undo her bra. The bass kept the beat going. She looked incredibly sexy.

Desi whistled. "Look at those tits," he said. "She is hot as hell." He reached into his hip pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. "I've seen enough to know I want to see more." He peeled off a twenty and handed it to Nick. Then he turned back to the window.

My wife was sitting up now, feet together on the floor, facing Keds. She was holding the sheer bra against her breasts. The bra straps were hanging loose from her shoulders and off her naked back. Her breasts were overflowing her small hands. Keds unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock stood up straight. It was as big as he was. It strained up towards his stomach. It was thick and well-veined. Judging by how stiff he was, it was easy to imagine that he had not had sex in some time. He stretched his legs across the floor of the van, almost touching my wife's shoes.

Carol glanced in our direction for a moment. She caught sight of Nick. He nodded at her, and she smiled slightly back. Then she turned to Keds, shook the hair out of her face and in one motion lifted both hands up over her head. Her large breasts swung free. She kept her hands in that position for a few moments. She was smiling at Keds. She shook her breasts gently. They shuddered delightfully. I was as hard as a rock.

"Jesus H. Christ," Desi said beside me. "Look at those babies. What a fuckin' rack." 

Nick was also looking. He nodded his head, then looked at me. "She's something, alright," he said.

Then my wife lifted her bum off the bench and slid her pantyhose halfway down her thighs. She reached down and wrapped her hands around her knees, pushing them close together. Her full breasts squeezed out between her arms. She looked up at Keds with a pouty look on her face. She was getting into this. Was it a show for Keds or for Nick? I put my hands in my pockets and started to stroke myself.

She slowly slid the pantyhose over her knees and down her legs. She kicked off her heels and then pulled the nylons free. Then she swung her feet back up onto the bench, lay back and resumed her leg stretching and stroking, first one then the other. Her breasts were held up between her arms as she ran her hands over her own body. From this angle it was easy to see how long and thick her erect nipples were.

"Fuck," was all Desi could manage to say beside me. He was breathing heavily.

Keds peeled his T-shirt up over his head and threw it to one side. He had broad biceps and a tattoo. He put one hand on his rigid dick and bent it towards my wife. He was smiling. He said something to her. My wife sat up again and faced him. Slowly, she parted her knees. She ran her hands up along the inside of her thighs, and then covered her clean-shaven pussy. She was playing to him, with a coy look on her face. Keds nodded his head, smiled and stroked his erection.

Then Carol put one hand on the bench behind her for support and lifted her hips slightly towards him. She ran the other hand over her pussy, the middle finger running along the slit before she buried it inside. She put her head back. Keds said something. Then Carol looked at him and began a rhythmic stroking motion between her thighs, her hips rising and falling in time with the bass beating against the side of the van. Her mouth was partly open and she licked her lips. Her breasts and thighs were jiggling slightly as she touched herself for this stranger.

Suddenly she arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut. I could hear the muffled sound as she cried out. She thrust her hips high into the air. Ked's mouth was half open and his face was red. My wife thrust her hips up again, and there was another yelp from her. She closed her thighs tightly around her hand, dropping her head onto her chest as her orgasm poured through her body. I thought I was going to come. I pulled my hands out of my pockets and tensed. A small spasm rushed through my cock. I felt a drop of wetness, but then the contraction stopped.

Keds lurched forward onto his knees. He pointed his large erection at my wife. He humped his shoulders for a second, then a long string of semen exploded violently from his cock. It shot across the small space between them and splashed on my wife's arm and across her tummy. 

When she felt the sperm hit her, she opened her eyes and quickly lay back down on the bench, arching her back up. She turned her face to look at Ked's throbbing hard-on just as it spurt a second time. She squeezed her breasts together and lifted them up. Ked's semen shot over her chest and splashed against the wood paneling above her. A third eruption landed across both breasts. 

"Oh, God." It was Desi. He had his hands in his pockets and was moving his hips. I put my hand back in my pocket and closed my fingers around my erection.

My wife smiled and wiggled her hips, sliding down the bench a few inches so that the fourth blast caught her full in the face. It flew against her cheek and across the bridge of her nose. She opened her mouth and caught the fifth spurt on her tongue.

She put her head back and closed her eyes. She was still smiling. Keds stood up as much as he could in the cramped confines of the van and stood over my wife's face. He was stroking his cock rapidly. Another spurt of cum shot out onto her face, landing on one eye lid and across her forehead. He continued to stroke himself. There were no more violent spurts but quite a bit more semen fell from his cock in large dollops onto her lips, chin and neck. He squeezed his hard-on and a large drop fell from the tip of his erection. She opened her mouth and took it in, swallowing hard. 

He lowered his hips closer to my wife's face, his thighs straining with the exertion. He put the end of his cock directly on my wife's lips and stroked some more of his semen into her mouth. He rubbed his cock around her lips. She held out her tongue and then lifted her head to take his cock into her open mouth. He stroked the last drops of his cum between her lips.

Then he fell back onto the bench on the other side of the van. The vehicle rocked violently. It made us jump back from the window.

Desi looked up at Nick. "What would it cost me to get some of that?" 

"You can't afford it," Nick said. "Be happy, you got a helluva show at a great price." He slapped Desi on the shoulder.

"I got a hundred bucks here," Desi said, patting his pocket.

"No dice, hombre," Nick said. I wondered why he was talking like he was in a bad B-movie. "That's it for today and we're movin' on." 

Desi looked back into the van. My wife was still lying on the bench, her arms stretched above her head. Her breasts were rising and falling as she breathed. Keds was slumped against the other wall of the van, staring blankly ahead. 

Desi looked back at Nick and shrugged his shoulders. "If you're ever back in this part of the world, you let me know," he said. "You see my truck over there. I'll save my pennies until then."

"It's a deal, partner," Nick said. Desi took one last look in the van and then left.

Nick looked in the window, then stood back and swung the door open. "Time to go, my friend," he said. "You have a good time?"

Keds sat up and shook his head. "Oh man, I'm in love." He looked over at my wife. She brought her arms down and tried to cover her breasts. When she felt the cum on her chest, she lifted her head and looked down. She wiped some of the creamy fluid off with her fingers.

"You made a mess all over me," she said. "So much cum." She smiled at him.

"Sweetheart, I barely got started before you made me pop," Keds said. "You are definitely the best I've ever seen."

"We gotta roll, my man," Nick said. "Sorry."

Keds looked at him, then back at my wife. He pulled his clothes back on. He looked like he'd just gotten up from a long sleep. He climbed out the back of the van and rolled one shoulder. He winced. 

"You gotta promise me that you'll be back," he said to Nick. "I want to see her again. But somewhere else than that little van."

"Sure, I'll be back," Nick said with a broad smile. "With the little lady, of course. We'll have us a little fiesta in a nice hotel."

Keds nodded, looked at me for a second, then turned and walked back to the trucks.

Nick turned to Carol. "You need a shower, baby," he said. "It's over there." He nodded towards the green brick building behind the trees. 

Carol sat up on the bench. Her breasts bounced lightly. There was quite a lot of semen on her face, especially around her mouth, and one long string across her breasts. She crawled to the back of the van, looked in both directions, then stepped out. 

She pulled her hair back from her face and stretched her elbows up. I wanted to weep, she was so gorgeous. The sun shone on her full breasts. The semen gleamed in the light. Her small bare feet were slightly apart and her thighs looked solid and strong.

"Oh, Nick," she sighed, lifting her hands high above her head and then letting them fall to her sides. Her breasts shuddered. "I feel so ..." She looked at him.

"I know, baby," he said. He reached into his pocket. "There's the shower over there," he said, pointing to the trees. He handed her a small bottle of orange colored shampoo and a green metal token. "You'll need this to get in. Off you go."

She turned and headed towards the trees and the small building. Her bare feet padded on the flagstones leading to the shower building. I looked towards the parked cars and the trucks at the other end of the lot. It was hard to see them through the trees. There didn't seem to be anyone around.

Nick walked to the front of the van and got into the driver's seat. He turned off the music. I watched my wife walking away from us, her bum bouncing with every step. My cock was throbbing. I slid my pants and underwear off, kicked my shoes to the side, then lifted my shirt over my head and dropped it on the ground. I walked after her. 

My erection barely bounced as I moved, I was so stiff. Feeling the breeze against my hard cock just increased my arousal. I looked towards the parked cars again. I could see one car between the trees. It was maybe 75 yards away. I doubted that they could see me, but the idea that they might made me more excited.

Carol stopped at the first of a row of doors at the shower building and inserted the green token into a slot above the handle. She heard me approach and looked over her shoulder at me. Then she pushed the door open. I followed her in.

It was a small room. There was a shower stall with a white plastic curtain, a small plastic bench, a sink and a mirror. There wasn't much light coming from a small window above our heads and a dim fluorescent light over the sink. It was dull but seemed clean enough.

Carol set the bottle of shampoo on the bench and then looked at herself in the mirror. "Look at the mess that man made on me," she said. She brought her face close to the mirror and, lifting a finger, wiped away some of the sperm over her eye. She looked at me in the reflection. I just stood there watching her, my erection pulsing.

"He shot so much cum onto me," she said, looking at me for a moment longer before turning back to the mirror. "I swallowed some, too. I guess I made him very excited."

I didn't know if Nick has asked her to talk to me like this or what. She was usually very passive during these episodes and this was the first time she had spoken to me. But it was like she was putting on an act of some kind, as if we were strangers, not man and wife.

She turned to me. "Come here," she said quietly. I walked up to her. The tip of my cock touched her hip. "Will you help clean me off?"

She turned her cheek toward me, lifted her face up and closed her eyes. I hesitated, then leaned forward and extended my tongue. I could smell Ked's semen. I licked it from her cheek, running my tongue over the bridge of her nose. It was a little thick but didn't taste like anything. Then I very gently licked the sperm off of her lips and chin. Some of it slid off my tongue onto the floor. I could hear it drop onto the tiles. I swallowed quickly before I repeated my clean-up on the other side of her face.

Then she turned her breasts to me. I bent down and did the same, licking the long string of semen from her breasts. The fluid was slippery as it ran over my tongue before I swallowed it.

When I was finished, Carol looked down at my straining hard-on. "You poor boy," she said. "I've gotten you all stiff, too, haven't I?"

She reached down and flicked it twice, as though testing its hardness. It bounced back up each time, rigid as iron. 

"You can jack off into the sink, if you like," she said. She smiled at me. "I don't mind."

She turned to the shower stall, pulled the plastic curtain aside and twisted the water taps. There was a hissing noise as the water started.

Just then there was knocking at the door. "What are you lovebirds up to in there?" It was Nick.

My wife stepped back to the door and opened it. She gave Nick a big smile as he ducked in. "I was getting lonely out there," he said to Carol, then turned to me. He looked at my erection and lifted his eyebrows. "You've got some unfinished business there," he said.

Then he turned back to my wife. "I'll help you get cleaned up," he said. He quickly undressed. Then, picking up the bottle of shampoo and nudging my wife ahead of him, he went under the running water. He started to close the curtain, then looked at me. 

"You probably want to watch, right?" He smiled. I said nothing. "No problem," he said, pushing the curtain wide open.

He unscrewed the shampoo bottle and poured some of the orange fluid onto one hand. Then he set the bottle down and turned my wife's shoulders so she faced the running water, away from him. His cock was half erect. With both hands he began to rub the foam over my wife's shoulders and back. She closed her eyes. There was look of intense pleasure on her face. I began to gently stroke my erection.

After a minute, Nick reached over her shoulders and moved his hands down to my wife's large breasts. He began to knead them. The water splashed off the backs of his hands. Carol's breasts glistened, shuddering and jiggling under his hands. He twisted her nipples between his fingers. His cock quickly stiffened. 

She turned to face him and they embraced, with a deep open-mouthed kiss. Then my wife took the shampoo bottle and poured some of the fluid into her hand. She began to spread it on Nick's chest. Then she reached down a foamy hand and grasped his erection. She began to slowly rub it back and forth. They continued to kiss, the water splashing around their heads. Nick pushed his hips into my wife's stroking hand. 

After a minute the foam had been washed away from Nick's cock and my wife's hand moved up and down over the wet, glistening shaft. Then she knelt down in front of him and took his erection in her mouth. Her head moved slowly back and forth. Nick put his hands behind him, against the wall of the shower stall, and thrust his hips out. My wife continued her slow, gentle caress. 

After a minute, Nick bent his knees. He looked down at Carol and smiled. He said something to her but I couldn't hear it because of the shower. He looked at me, the smile still on his face. Then he closed his eyes and straightened his legs. My wife kept her rhythm, slow and steady. He looked at me again. There was a faraway look in his eyes. His mouth fell open slightly. He thrust his hips gently towards my wife's mouth. His cheeks flushed. Then he blinked hard and thrust again, very lightly. He continued these gentle thrusts three or four more times, each time blinking and bending his knees. 

Then he closed his eyes and straightened up. He looked down at my wife, who continued to run her lips lovingly up and down his now shrinking shaft.

After a minute, Carol turned to look at me. Her face was wet, and some of her hair was pasted to one cheek. I stepped up to the sink and stroked my cock. My wife watched me as a spurt of cum shot from my erection onto the silver faucet. Another jet hit the back of the sink. I stumbled back slightly and the third eruption flew over the sink and splashed against the wall.




No Turning Back Ch. 02



Carol was looking at my convulsing cock. She smiled, then looked up at Nick, who reached down and lifted her up. They kissed once, briefly. Then, as my spurting subsided, they turned away and finished showering. 

I sat back on the little bench, my erection withering. I stared at the wall above the sink, where my semen dripped down. 

"Hey Jack," Nick said. He turned the tap closed with a squeak and the water stopped. "Do me a favor, will you? I left the towels in the van. Would you go get them for us?"

I stood up and opened the door a crack, looking out. I couldn't see anyone. I opened the door wide and walked, naked, out onto the flagstone path. I could hear the traffic on the highway but there didn't seem to be anyone around. I started to walk back to the van. I looked over to where the car had been between the trees earlier, but it was gone.

When I got to the van, my clothes weren't on the ground where I'd left them. I opened the back doors and crawled in. My clothes were neatly folded on one of the benches. I got dressed. It took me a couple of minutes to find the towels inside one of the benches.

I went back to the shower and knocked on the door. Nick opened and reached out a hand to take the towels. I passed them through and he closed the door. I walked back to the van.

After a few more minutes, they emerged from the shower building. Nick was dressed and had an arm around Carol's shoulders. She was wearing a towel. It barely covered her bum. 

They climbed into the front seats of the van. Nick started the engine, pushed a button to lower the windows, and we started to pull away. Carol leaned forward and pulled the towel away from her body, throwing it into the back of the van, on the floor at my feet. As Nick accelerated onto the highway, my wife put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. The wind from the window blew her wet hair around. Her skin was pink from the shower and the breeze was giving her goose bumps. Her nipples stood out straight.

I sat back on my bench. I could smell Ked's semen. I looked at the stains on the wood-paneled wall and on the expensive upholstery. 

Nick turned on the radio. It was an old R&B tune. It reminded me of meeting my wife for the first time some 20 years ago. Shy, nervous, easily scared, voluptuous. She was still all those things, but she was also discovering some other part of her. I didn't recognize it, but I was drawn to it irresistibly. 

Nick started humming along with the music. I looked at Carol. She smiled at Nick and moved her head a little with the music. Her large breasts bounced lightly as Nick drove over a seam in the highway. Carol looked down and laughed. She shook her shoulders so that her breasts wobbled again.

"Now what?" she asked, a broad smile on her face.

"Be patient, my dear," Nick said. He leaned forward to look at me in the rear-view mirror. "We have lots of time, right boss?" He smiled at me.

I listened to the music and thought of my young bride. The van rocked gently. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.



No Turning Back Ch. 03



I woke up as the van slowed and turned, gravel crunching under the tires. I looked out the window past my wife Carol, into the night. We were pulling into a parking lot. I saw an illuminated sign showing a desert landscape with a cactus. "The Sundowner Motel - Welcome!" Below the cactus was the word "Vacancies" in red neon.

My head was killing me. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked around the back of the dark van, trying to remember what was going on. Nick opened the driver-side door and stepped out, and the ceiling light came on. The first thing I saw was the stain on the wood paneling across from where I was sitting.

Then I remembered ... my wife lying nude in the back of the van, her back arched, hands holding her large breasts together. Beside her, kneeling on the floor, a nameless man gasping as his rock-hard erection erupts a stream of semen over my wife's body, splashing against the wall. And the look of arousal on her face as she watched the man's spurting hard-on - her lips lightly parted, her flushed cheeks, the raw desire.

That had been earlier that afternoon. I had watched the whole thing, along with an anonymous bystander, at a parking area on the highway earlier that afternoon. Nick had organized the event, as usual. He'd found two truckers in the parking area and had invited one to have sex with my wife while the second one and I watched.

We had met Nick some months earlier when my wife and I first experimented with sharing her with other men. Since then, he had become a kind of "show master" who took us through various scenarios in which we could act our secret lusts.

For my wife, that meant being free at last, after years of guilt, to enjoy the arousal she felt from exciting men with her body. With her full natural breasts, flat tummy and round, firm hips and bum, she had been attracting looks from men all of her adult life. But the fear of sexual feelings that she'd learned in her strict upbringing had always been stronger than the tingle of excitement she felt when she noticed men looking longingly at her curves.

That was until Nick came along. Under his influence, her lust had gained the upper hand. He seemed to know what aroused her most and he had organized several situations with different men in which she was able to give free reign to her re-discovered desire to be watched, to see the arousal she created, to bring men to the brink of orgasm, and then watch them go over the top. This intense moment of physical release was proof to her of the powerful effect she could have on men.

Nick had also figured me out, maybe better than I knew myself. Seeing my wife with other men was exciting, but only because I could see how aroused she became. It was a vicious circle of excitement. When I saw that look of desire in her face, I wanted her to see the effect she was having on me. So I was driven to bring myself to a climax in front of her and her lovers. She seemed to enjoy this as well. We couldn't really explain it, but Nick understood it and used it to increase our arousal.

Nick slammed the van door and the light went out. I looked at my wife. When I'd fallen asleep, she'd been sitting nude in the front passenger seat as we drove down the highway, the window open beside her, her hair blowing in the wind, her nipples erect.

Now she was wearing a white halter top and blue shorts. From my position in the back of the van, I could see the side of one breast bulging slightly from the top. Nick opened her door and bowed slightly. She smiled and stepped out. I saw she was wearing sandals with a low heel that accented the curve of her calves. Her bum wobbled slightly as she stepped out of the car.

I sat and waited. After a minute, Nick opened the rear door of the van. He waved a key at me. 

"We have the presidential suite," he said, grinning broadly. "Come on." He reached under a bench in the van and took out a small suitcase. 

I stepped out and stretched. It was a warm night. There didn't seem to be much else around other than corn fields. The closest desert was probably a thousand miles away, I thought, looking back up at the cactus on the motel sign. We were somewhere in the mid-west.

Nick turned away and I followed. My wife was waiting on the sidewalk that led to the rooms, and took Nick's free hand as he approached. I followed behind, watching my wife's hips sway from side to side. Her shorts were snug around her bum. It didn't look like she was wearing any panties. She looked over her shoulder once and smiled at me, as if to say, 'It'll be alright.'

Nick unlocked the door to the room and we stepped in. It was small and simple. There was a sofa against one wall, a table and chairs, and a TV sitting on a small chest of drawers. There were two doors in the room, one leading to a small bathroom, the other to a bedroom with a double bed, and some more chairs. The bedroom had a small window looking out onto the parking lot on one side, and sliding doors opening out onto a small grass lawn on the other side. Beyond the lawn was a cornfield.

"Time for drinks, kids," Nick said, squatting in front of the mini-bar. He always used booze to introduce a new sexual episode. That was OK with me. It dulled my inhibitions and allowed me to abandon myself more freely to my lust. It also deadened the occasional jealousy I felt seeing my wife giving herself to other men in ways she had never done with me.

He pulled out a handful of small liquor bottles and some soft drinks and set them on the dresser beside the TV. Carol walked into the bathroom, checked her face for a moment in the mirror, then came back out, carrying three glasses. Her full breasts trembled loosely in the halter top. The light from the bedroom seemed to highlight the soft skin of her thighs.

Nick mixed the drinks, handed them to us, then raised his glass. "Bottoms up," he said, smiled and took a drink. I lifted the glass to my lips, smelling the gin, and drank. Carol did the same, then slipped off her sandals. I noticed her toenails were painted red. Nick looked at her feet and smiled.

"You look cute tonight," Nick said to her. "Maybe we should show you off again."

Carol looked down and smiled. "Maybe we should," she said softly. Then she looked at me.

I felt my cock stir, then nodded my head. "Maybe," I said. "Yeah, I think that would be good."

"That's excellent," Nick said. He beamed at the two of us, like a proud father.

Then he turned on the TV and threw me the remote control. "Here you go, boss," he said. "Help yourself to the drinks. We'll be out in a minute."

And with that, he took my wife by one hand, led her into the bedroom and closed the door. I stared after them for a few moments, then turned back to the TV. I took another drink and flipped the channels for a while, then hit the mute button. I got up and walked over to the bedroom door, listening. I could hear Nick talking, as though on the phone. I stood there for a few minutes, my ear near the door. After a while it was quiet. 

I went back to the sofa and sat down. I took another drink, and continued to flip through the channels. I don't know how long I watched the tube, muting it every once in a while to listen at the door. But I never heard anything. Had they gone to sleep?

After a while, I heard the crunch of gravel and saw glare from headlights sweep across the wall. A car pulled up outside the door. I heard car doors open and close, and voices, men laughing.

There was a knock at the door. Nick came out of the bedroom and walked to the front door. I could look into the bedroom and saw my wife in the bed. She was sitting up against some pillows, her shoulders bare, holding a white sheet around her chest. One leg was uncovered and the sheet had slid up her thigh, revealing that she was nude underneath.

Nick opened the door and four men walked in. They seemed to be acquaintances of his and they greeted each other loudly. Like most of the men that Nick had invited to share my wife, they were dressed casually, but well - polo shirts, stylish trousers, expensive shoes. Judging by the volume of their voices, however, they had come from a bar. They were all behaving as though they were fairly boozed up.

"Guys, I have something really special for you tonight," Nick said. "An incredible babe."

A couple of the guys laughed. "We knew we could count on you, Nick," another said, slapping him on the shoulder. They ignored me completely. 

Nick smiled at them and turned toward the bedroom door. "Gentlemen, have a look," he said.

They walked into the bedroom. They blocked the doorway at first, and I couldn't see anything. One of them let out a low whistle. "Oh, yeah," another said. 

They walked into the room and stood around the bed. One of them sat down beside her and stroked one of her legs under the sheet. My cock rose further.

"You guys wanna look?" I heard Nick say. There was some laughter and couple of short hoots. Then he turned to Carol. "Come on then, show us what's under that sheet," he said. "But nice and slow. Tease us. We've got the time." 

My wife smiled at him, then looked around at her audience. She slowly lifted her elbows away from her sides and above her head. The sheet loosened slightly, but didn't fall. My wife looked down at herself, then gently wobbled her breasts. The sheet slipped just an inch. I could see her erect nipples poking through the material. My cock was growing quickly.

"Whoa," one of the men said softly. "Do that again."

Carol smiled at him and looked around at the others, lifting her eyebrows. Then she shook herself again. The sheet slipped lower on one side, revealing the outside curve of one breast. The flesh wobbled deliciously. She stretched her arms higher and the sheet slipped off that breast completely. Carol looked down at her free breast. The nipple was long and erect. Then she looked back to her audience, her face flushed. They stood quietly watching. My cock was fully erect.

The bedroom door swung closed from the inside. I got up again and walked over to the door. I could hear them talking, every once in a while an exclamation of approval. At one point there was some loud whistling and applause. 

Then things got quiet. My cock was pounding. I was desperate to see what was going on. I thought of the windows to the bedroom and quickly went outside. The window facing the parking lot was covered by a curtain. I tried to peek around the edges but could see nothing. I walked around the end of the motel and into the lawn in the back. Our room seemed to be the only one occupied, as there were no other lights on.

I walked through the deep shadows, up to the edge of the sliding doors. The front of my pants was bulging out. Although the doors were also blocked by a curtain, there was enough light to illuminate an arc across the lawn. Everything else was pitch black. I strained to see into the room. I thought I could see shadows moving but I wasn't sure. Imagining my wife putting on a show for these four men was driving me nuts. The booze had taken effect, and I was feeling overpowered by desire. 

I looked around the back of the motel property and could see no other lights, no other people. Crickets were chirping loudly and from time to time a car would roar past on the highway.

I stood to one side of the doors and slowly undressed. I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my socks, pulled my shirt over my head, then tugged down my trousers and underwear. I tossed all of my clothes into a pile in the middle of the lawn. My cock stood almost vertical. I could feel the blood pounding in my shaft.

I moved into the light cast on the grass from the curtained window. I imagined my wife dancing nude for her audience, then their hands on her thighs, their lips closing around her erect nipples. I looked down at my rigid shaft in the glow of the light. I reached down and stroked it, but was so close to cumming that I had to stop immediately.

Then I turned and headed back to the end of the motel. I peered around the corner. The front of the building was brightly lit up, but there was no sign of anyone else, just the two cars in front of our room. I couldn't hear any cars coming, so I stepped out and walked quickly to our room. I felt like a spotlight had been turned on me, which only served to increase my arousal. I paused for a moment in front of our door and looked out to the highway. I stretched my arms above my head and thrust my hips forward, as though putting on a show for an unseen audience. A wave of pleasure passed through my iron-hard cock.

When I saw some headlights approaching some way down the road, I ducked quickly through the door. I stood in the middle of the small living room, my cock throbbing. The sounds coming from the bedroom were louder now. I could hear some low groaning, an occasional laugh. Once in a while I could hear my wife moan quietly. Sometimes I thought I could hear the rhythmic bouncing of a mattress. It didn't take much to imagine what was going on. My cock was pulsing, my imagination racing.

After a couple of minutes, the door opened. Nick stood in the doorway, dressed just as he'd been when the door had closed. He looked at me and smiled. "Come on in," he said. He stood to the side and motioned for me to enter the room.

I walked in. My wife was still on the bed, but lying on her back instead of leaning against the pillows, which were now on the floor. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed. The sheet had been pulled tightly over her chest, and she was holding it in place with her arms across her stomach. The effect was to squeeze her large breasts together. I could again see the outline of her nipples jutting through the light material. Both legs were bent and her knees were together. The sheet didn't quite come down far enough to cover her red-painted toes. 

Three of the men were sitting in chairs, quiet, as though physically spent. One was nude, his large cock hanging limp over one thigh. The other two were wearing boxer shorts. They looked over at me, standing there nude, my erection throbbing.

The fourth man was standing beside the bed, looking down at my wife, slowly stroking his erection. He looked up at me for a second, then turned back to Carol.

Nick slapped me on the back. "These guys have done their best, but your wife needs your attention," he said.

He walked to the side of the bed, bent down and kissed my wife on the mouth. She opened her eyes a little, then closed them again and opened her mouth. Nick reached out one hand and squeezed one of her breasts through the sheet, flicking the erect nipple with his thumb. The fourth guy remained standing on the other side of the bed, slowly stroking himself, watching Nick's hands and the bulge of my wife's breasts. 

Nick and my wife ended their kiss. "Go ahead," Nick whispered to her, and stood back. My wife looked at me for a moment, then closed her eyes. She lifted her arms over her head again, and started to writhe slowly under the sheet, as though she were trying to get the sheet off of her body without using her hands. Her movements were highly erotic and my cock strained upward.

The sheet started to slide down one side of her chest. The round form of one boob was slowly revealed, then the other. Her nipples stood up strongly. The falling sheet gained momentum and quickly slid to the floor. The man stroking himself beside her moaned quietly as the sheet hit the floor and my wife lay before him, completely exposed. 

She looked incredible. Her full breasts trembled slightly. Her bent legs showed off her shapely thighs and calves to full advantage. Her hips and bum bulged out slightly. 

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Kiss me," she whispered. "Down there." She fixed me with her gaze. Her arousal seemed to be increasing. She glanced once at the other man's rigid cock, which he now held just over her face, then back at me.

I got onto the bed and slowly parted her knees. I lowered my face between her thighs, pressing them apart. Her mound was clean-shaven and bright pink. There was a drop of semen at the bottom of her slit. I looked up between her thighs, over her large breasts. She'd raised her head to look down at me. Then she reached down with both hands and gently spread her lips. 

She seemed to be overflowing with sperm. "Kiss me," she said again, this time more hoarsely. Her cheeks were even more flushed and I thought I could see her hands tremble. I lowered my face again and lightly touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. Carol gasped. I flicked my tongue over her a couple more times. She licked her lips and put her head back, eyes closed.

I ran my tongue lower, along her labia. Then I slowly inserted my tongue into her pussy. I could feel the slippery semen on my tongue. My own cock continued to throb. I slid my hands under her bum and squeezed her cheeks, lifting her hips towards me and pressing my tongue in deeper. Carol pushed her hips up to meet my mouth, and moaned more loudly.

I brought my head back and looked at her pussy. A lot of the cum had flown out and was running down between the cheek of her bum. I lowered my head and continued to lick her gently, her hips rising and falling in rhythm with my tongue. I could sense that she was getting close to orgasm. My excitement was growing as well. I glanced up at the man stroking his cock. His face was also getting redder. 

I felt my wife's thighs tense. Her orgasm was about to break. I quickly lifted myself up onto my arms and moved up, my erection poised directly over her thrusting hips. She opened her eyes and looked at me, and at that moment I plunged my cock down into her. She was so wet from her own fluids and those of the three other men that I felt almost no resistance to my thrusts.

She lifted her head slightly and let out a loud moan, staring at me with eyes wide open. She seemed to be startled, but her orgasm had taken over and she could no longer control what was happening. 

The man standing beside her grunted slightly and lowered his cock towards my wife's face. She looked up at him, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He pressed down the head of his cock into her waiting lips and inhaled sharply as a shot of semen spurt onto her tongue. At that point, the pressure behind my cock burst, and I let go. I felt first one, then a second jet of my sperm shoot into my wife.

Carol then closed her lips around the man's swollen erection and reached up with one hand to stroke his thick shaft. He let out a groan and I could see my wife swallowing hard, her eyes squeezed shut. I convulsed again and pushed deeper into my wife's soaking wet pussy.

She let go of his cock and it sprang free of her lips, shooting a stream of cum across her cheek. As I continued to pump into her, I bent down and kissed her. She opened her mouth and our tongues met. I felt warm fluid splash across my cheek as the man ejaculated into our faces.

As we kissed, I felt his sperm on her tongue. I lifted my head for a moment and licked his semen off her cheek, then kissed her again, letting his sperm slide off my tongue and into her mouth. She drew it into her mouth hungrily, breathing hard. 

I lifted my head again and she took his erection back into her mouth. He was still cumming, although not with the force of his initial ejaculation. She drew the head of his penis farther into her mouth, then pulled it out and offered it to me.

I opened my mouth and took it in. I ran my lips down the length of his cock, trying to squeeze out some more semen. But he was spent.

I let his now flagging erection fall from my mouth. I looked down at my wife and we kissed again. I squeezed her breasts gently and thrust one more time into her, then rolled to one side, panting and exhausted. I closed my eyes.

I must have dozed off. I heard some voices and opened my eyes. My wife lay beside me on the bed, the sheet covering her. She was looking out the doorway. Nick seemed to be talking to people in the other room. Then I heard the motel room door close and there was quiet.




No Turning Back Ch. 03



Nick walked back into the bedroom, a satisfied look on his face. "You guys are something else," he said. "Always coming up with something new when I least expect it."

He sat down beside Carol and gently stroked her face. "You're so beautiful," he said to her. He reached down and squeezed her breasts. "Nobody can get enough of you." She smiled. 

When he stood up, I noticed his pants were bulging and it occurred to me that he had been watching the whole time but had not taken part. 

"Let's get some sleep," he said. Then he walked out of the bedroom, turning off the light as he left, and closed the door.

I turned to my wife. In the faint light from the motel sign, I could see her smile.

"I enjoyed that," she said. "You cumming in me, I mean."

I leaned over and kissed her. "Nick's right," I said. "Nobody can get enough of you. Not me, that's for sure."

"That's good," she said. She pushed a strand of hair behind one ear. "I like it that you wanted me like that. I mean, it's fun with Nick and the others, but ..."

I stroked her face with one finger. The skin was warm and soft.

"I can get them so hard," she whispered. "Can you understand how that feels for me?"

I nodded my head in the darkness. I didn't know if she'd seen me or not.

"I guess I didn't realize that I still want you to want me, too," she said.

We moved closer and I took her in my arms. It was the first time in weeks that she'd told me how she felt or had said anything positive about us.

"I've never stopped wanting you, Carol," I said. "When I see you with these other guys, it just makes me want you more." 

I ran my hand gently down her arm. "I admit I'm not always happy about it," I said. "I get jealous."

I pulled her closer. "But you turn me on so much when you give yourself to them ... I can't help myself."

She smiled again. "That's OK," she said. "I don't want you to stop. I don't want us to stop."

She pressed her hips against me. I held her tightly and listened to the cars on the highway. I thought about Nick in the next room. For a moment I felt a flicker of affection for him. What did he have in store for us next?

Carol's breathing became slow and regular, and I felt her body relax in my arms. For the first time in weeks, I had a good feeling about what lay ahead.



No Turning Back Now



My mother is an attractive mature lady of 63. She is slim build and, most importantly, is of an older school of ladies who wear tights everyday, even under trousers. I have often fooled around with her, grabbing her arse when kissing goodbye etc, touching her nylon clad legs when out at parties, all of which were taken in good humour and a playful slap.

Anne had asked me round to fix a problem on her computer, quite a regular occurrence! And so I went up to her office and booted up the PC to see what she had done this time. After 20 minutes or so of messing around, I called her up to show her what I had done.

She came into her office and I briefly glanced down and noticed her barely black nylon covered feet exposed beneath her trousers. I jokingly patted my lap and told her to sit down, she laughed it off but I persisted and she sat on my lap as I explained what I had done to her PC.

As she sat on my lap I rested one hand on her thigh and with the other hand I used the mouse and explained what she needed to do in future. Without realising it, my hand on her thigh started stroking, feeling the trousers move over the sheer nylon beneath. I could tell she was feeling a little uncomfortable and then I could feel my erection growing and forming a bulge in my jeans which I could tell she could feel.

She quickly decided that it would be better to sit on the chair next to me and moved off of my lap, I could feel my face flush red as she glanced down at my highly visible bulge as I prayed for it to go down quickly.

I stammered as I tried to carry on explaining about her computer and as she leaned forward to look at the screen, she rested her hand on my bulge and began stroking me. I carried on explaining, seemingly pretending to ignore what was happening as Anne listened intently, clearly enjoying my uncomfortable body language.

I asked her what she was doing and she just smiled and said that I had been groping her for years, wasn't it about time that she had a feel of me? Whilst she played with my bulge she asked me if I really fancied her or whether I was just messing about. I told her that I had always found her attractive and confessed that I had a massive tights fetish, often "borrowing" some of hers from the dirty laundry basket.

She took her hand away and looked shocked, I quickly wished that I hadn't said anything but she seemed to get over the initial shock quite quickly and changed to being intrigued. She asked me lots of questions about my tights fetish; what I had done with her tights, did I enjoy wearing, did I like other men in tights etc. I answered all honestly, relaxing more as the conversation went on and Anne seemed to be taking a genuine interest.

Anne got up and left the room, returning with a pair of her worn tights, she asked me to put them on so she could see what they looked like on a man. I took off my jeans and began to pull them on, she stopped me and asked if I always wore them over my boxer shorts, I blushed once more and said that I didn't, that I liked the feeling against my cock. 

She placed her hands on the top of my boxer shorts and pulled them down to my ankles, freeing my very hard erection that pointed towards her then she told me to put the tights on properly, as I would to enjoy them.

I could hear Anne's breathing as she watched me roll one leg of the tights up before pulling them over my toes, past my heel and up to my thigh. She seemed transfixed as I carefully rolled the other leg and slipped it over my foot, the nylon sliding over my legs and up to my thigh. I stood before Anne and pulled the nylon up over my hard cock and around my waist forming a nylon tent which I could see Anne staring intently at.

Anne smiled as I stood silently, thoughts running through my head as to what I was doing and that there could never ever be any going back from this situation. I looked Anne in the eyes and asked her if she intended to return the favour and remove her trousers. She laughed and said that I wouldn't want to see her old legs. I assured her that I wouldn't be standing in front of her with a huge erection, wearing her tights, if I didn't want to see her. 

I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, pulling the curtains to keep our privacy and turning the light on. I told her to take her trousers off and as she did so I took off my T-Shirt so that I was standing in front of her with only a pair of her barely black tights on. Anne unbuttoned her trousers and let them fall to the floor, a sight that I had longed to see for many years.

I stepped towards her and lifted her T-Shirt over her head and reached around the back to unbutton her bra, exposing her slightly saggy breasts. Anne covered them with her arms, embarrassed by their appearance, I reassured her that I was fully aware that she was 63 years old and that it wasn't anything unexpected, I explained that I still found older women attractive.

I began kissing her neck as my hands slid up her tights covered thighs, she moaned in pleasure as I could feel her relaxing. She whispered into my ear that what we were doing was so wrong and that she wasn't sure she could look her daughter in the face after this. I whispered back telling her not to worry, to just relax and enjoy what was happening, I told her that this was just a bit of fun and didn't change anything between us.

My fingers traced up her inner thigh and began to massage her pussy though the crotch of her tights and knickers. Anne ran her hands all over my nylon covered buttocks and round to the front before stroking me and jerking me through the tights and we kissed passionately as we both began to release our inhibitions, the passion building as our hands explored each others bodies.

I pushed Anne onto the bed and began kissing down her body, gently biting her nipples as my fingers continued to massage her mound through the tights and knickers. 

Anne's breathing quickened as I kissed further down her body, kissing her inner thighs then down to her toes where I took them into my mouth, sucking, kissing and biting them as she writhed on the bed in ecstasy. I kissed her ankles, moving back up her legs, kissing all the way to the crotch where I teasingly flicked a tongue briefly over her covered pussy before looking up at her and smiling. 

Anne gripped the duvet in her fists as I began to lick then as I pulled away she looked down, her face tormented as she asked me what was wrong. I smiled and asked her if she had ever been licked before, she blushed as she admitted that my father was not one to do that sort of thing. I consoled her and told her that I would do something to her that she would never forget then and then asked her if she had ever sucked cock before, again she blushed as it became apparent that missionary sex was all she had ever experienced.

I moved down between her thighs, my tongue pushing harder into her crotch, forcing the nylon of her tights and knickers inside her. Anne moaned in pleasure and held my head tightly, pulling me into her crotch as her hips bucked and she began to grind her crotch onto my face. 

I released her hands from the back of my head and smiled at her, she apologised for getting carried away but I told her not to worry and smiled as I reached into her crotch and ripped open her tights. I pushed a finger past her knickers deep inside her moist pussy as she took a sharp intake of breath, through her head back and closed her eyes.

I said to her that she would enjoy the next bit as I pulled her knickers to one side and began licking her through the hole in her tights. Anne's hands once again grabbed fistfuls of duvet as she lay with her eyes closed, grinding her crotch in my face. I pushed my tongue deep inside her moving from fucking her with it to gently flicking it over her clit as the intensity of her moaning began to increase.

It wasn't long before she was holding my head again, hips bucking as I pushed my tongue deep inside her, faster and harder, gripping her nylon clad buttocks tightly as I forced my tongue as deep as I could, fucking her harder and harder with it until I felt her orgasm build and then explode, her juices filling my mouth, tasting so good as I slowed and licked her gently and her orgasm subsided. 

I moved up and lay beside her, my hands gently lying on her thigh as I watched her try to regain control of her breathing as she turned her head and smiled at me. I told her that it looked like she had enjoyed that, she nodded and said that it was amazing, she wished she had been licked years before now and leaned towards me, kissing me gently on the lips before thanking me.

I told her to change into a fresh pair of tights but without knickers this time and she eased herself up and off of the bed and walked towards her drawers. She pulled open one of the drawers and began sorting through what seemed an endless number of different coloured sheer tights. She asked me if I wanted her in tan, grey, barely black or black tights. I thought it through and told her that before the day was out I would fuck her through each of those but that we would start with black. 

She looked shocked at my choice of words but smiled nonetheless and began taking her sticky ripped tights and knickers off before slipping the black sheer nylon over each foot and slowly, ever so seductively up each leg and over her hips. 

She returned to the bed and lay beside me, her hands resting on my nylon covered cock, gently working it through the nylon as we kissed and my hands explored her fresh sheer tights.

I kissed her neck and whispered into her ear that I was going to fuck her over and over, she seemed taken aback once again by my choice of words and looked me in the eyes. She asked if I had to use those kind of words and I asked what she would prefer, she said that she would prefer it if I referred to it as "making love". I smiled and kissed her then whispered into her ear that I make love to my wife, I would be fucking her. I told her to ask me to fuck her and watched as she struggled to use a word that she clearly found uncomfortable using. I kissed her neck and stroked her thigh as I told her to beg me to fuck her, eventually teasing her so much that she screamed that she wanted me to fuck her hard.

I looked deep into her eyes and asked her if she would suck me, her eyes dropped away from mine as I could see that this was something else we would need to overcome. She said that she wanted to but didn't know how and was worried that she wouldn't please me. I took her finger and began sucking it, mimicking a blow job, taking it deep in my mouth before kissing and licking the tip. I placed a finger in her mouth and got her to do the same then watched as she moved back and forth sucking my finger, licking and kissing the tip.

I took my finger out of Anne's mouth and assured her that she would be fine, then lay back on the bed, my hard cock tenting in the barely black sheer nylon as Anne nervously moved down towards it. She began to pull the tights over it but I stopped her and told her to suck me through the nylon first.

Anne began to lick the tip of my cock through the nylon before slowly taking more and more into her mouth. She seemed to be quite a quick learner and was very enthusiastic as she sucked me deeper, almost gagging as the nylon tip hit the back of her throat. I asked her to rip open the tights and suck me deep, she moved her mouth off of my cock and tore open the nylon, my cock sprung free from its nylon prison as Anne began working it with her hand before sliding it back in between her moist lips.

She continued sucking with extraordinary passion for one so inexperienced and seemed to be really enjoying it. I asked her to sit astride my face so that I could explore her nylon mound with my tongue again as she continued to suck me. 

I buried my tongue deep into her nylon crotch and began licking deep as Anne greedily devoured my cock. I pushed a finger gently into her anus and met little resistance so pushed it in further until I was fingering her arse as I licked her. I ripped open her tights and pushed my finger alongside my tongue deep inside her soaking pussy to moisten my finger before pushing it deep inside her anus. Anne paused whilst sucking me as my finger penetrated her deep.

I felt my orgasm building and pulled Anne's pussy tight against my face to try and make her cum as my cock pulsed and exploded a seemingly unending stream of hot sticky semen. Anne gagged and pulled away but I gently pushed her head back down and she understood that she was supposed to swallow my load. 

I lay there breathless, her moist pussy centimetres from my face as Anne, under instruction from me, cleaned my cock and sucked on my flaccid organ until it began to grow again. She stared at my hardening cock before commenting that she didn't realise I would be hard again so soon, I laughed and said that with my face between her gorgeous nylon thighs and the smell of her soaking pussy it was inevitable that I would be ready again in no time.

Anne rolled off of my face and walked to her drawers again, she picked out a pair of tan tights and threw them to me, I asked her to put some grey tights on herself and she picked out a sexy sheer pair. We sat on the edge of the bed, excitement growing as we pulled on the gorgeous nylon tights. By the time I pulled them over my waist, my cock had already grown to a pleasing size and was straining against the nylon.

Despite all we had just done to each other, there was a clear tension and nervousness in the air, this really was the point of no return. I positioned myself between Anne's legs and eased them gently apart. As I knelt between her legs I ripped open the crotch of her tights and pulled my cock over the top of mine. #

I lay on top of Anne and kissed her neck as I rested the tip of my hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. I whispered into her ear that she needed to beg me to fuck her. Moving the tip of my cock against her clit and teasing her, I felt her fingernails dig into my back as she pulled next to my ear and whispered into my ear to fuck her and to fuck her hard.

I looked her in the eyes from above her face and smiled as I eased my cock deep inside her soaking pussy. Anne tensed initially as my cock moved deep inside until my balls were grinding against her pussy. I started to thrust slowly and gently as Anne looked up at me smiling as she began to moan with pleasure.

I began pumping harder, the rhythm building as each thrust seemed harder and deeper, Anne's fingernails digging more into my back with each thrust until the passion built and we both began thrusting against each other, hard and fast. I gripped the head board to give me more purchase and thrust my cock deeper and deeper inside her. 

I pulled my cock out and lay to the side of her, lifting a her leg to make the entrance easier, I entered her pussy from behind. Holding her leg up, I began thrusting deep inside her again, moving right up behind her so I could kiss her neck as I pumped her. 

With our breathless, sweaty bodies pumping away, we could both feel our orgasms building, Anne's moaning had intensified and I could barely feel anything as her pussy was so wet. With a final couple of thrusts, my cock jerked and pulsed inside her, ejaculating more hot semen deep inside her pussy.

I pushed my cock deep inside Anne and held her tight against me as our orgasms passed, our breathing rapid and hearts racing. I kissed her neck and caressed her breasts as my softening cock shrank out of her pussy.

I pulled my cock out and Anne rolled to face me, face flushed from the effort, semen dribbling from her pussy as we gently kissed. I told her that this wasn't to be a one off, I wanted more and intended to have her whenever possible. Anne just smiled and nodded as I rolled off the bed, took my tights off and went for a shower...



No Turning Back



A thick stream of sperm erupted from my iron-hard erection. I tensed again, then again and yet a fourth time, each contraction of my body sending another gush of sperm from my cock. My gaze was locked on my wife and her passionate, topless embrace with Number Two. It was as though my vision could zoom into sharp, slow-motion close-up... the goose bumps on the flesh of her thighs, his hands on the taut, pink skin of her large breasts, her nipples hard and erect. As I watched my wife turn herself completely over to another man, my semen shot high into the air and then splashed down on my shirt.

As the last spasms of my orgasm subsided, the other man, Number One, stood up. Only then did I notice that he had taken off his clothes. His level of arousal was clear by his rigid cock. He knelt down behind my wife, who was still locked in an embrace with Number Two, and tugged down her blue panties. Her full bum bounced slightly as he pulled the waistband over her cheeks, and then slid the panties to the floor. Carol stepped out of them, released herself from Number Two's embrace, and stood back. Now wearing only her thigh-highs and heels –and the pearl necklace – she stretched her arms to the ceiling, just as I had imagined in my fantasies, and slowly turned, offering the two men a long look at her exquisite body. 

Number Two began to undress as my wife looked over at me. Then she turned to Number One and pulled his face down to hers and opened her mouth, taking in his tongue. With eyes closed, she reached down and began to slowly stroke his long erection as she swayed her body to the music. His cock was much longer than mine, and appeared smooth and pink. When it slipped from her grip, it sprang up almost vertical. 

I unbuttoned my shirt and slid off my watch. I was now completely nude, but hidden in the shadows, watching my wife sharing herself with two strangers. My penis was once again as hard as steel, pulsing with my arousal. I stood up and began a slow gyration of my hips. I reached down and began to stroke my cock as my wife opened her mouth again and again to Number One's thrusting tongue. I saw Number Two move in the background. I thought I couldn't be seen but he appeared to be watching me intently. My view of him was partially obstructed by my wife and Number One. I couldn't see his hands but it looked as though he was moving one rhythmically between his legs as I pushed my erection up and down into my fist. 

Then Carol motioned for Number One to sit on the sofa. She sat down on his knees, facing him and his erect penis, which she again began to gently massage. He closed his eyes and moaned, slowly thrusting his hips upwards on every stroke. She edged forward, and I realized she was going to let him enter her. I remembered the condoms I had brought, and frantically pulled a handful from my jacket hanging beside me at the door. I stood up and took a step towards my wife, but at that instant she turned to me. I held up a condom, but to my stunned surprise, she shook her head.

Still looking at me, she lowered herself slowly onto Number One's throbbing cock. His eyes closed. He moaned louder than before and raised his pelvis up to meet her. She gave me a long, sultry look. Her flushed face and extremely erect nipples told me all I needed to know about her state of arousal. Then she tenderly stroked Number One's face. It was an act of intimacy that made me flinch at the same time as it lifted me to new heights of excitement. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She took his hands and placed them on her swaying breasts and then lifted her hands abover head, closing her eyes and turning her face to the ceiling. 

Again, time seemed to slow down. From where I stood, I could see Number One's glistening cock easily penetrating my wife's soaking pussy. She groaned quietly with every upward thrust. She kept her hands behind her head, offering her body completely to his gaze. Her breasts bounced in time with their heaving bodies, her nipples seeming to strain toward's his face, her breasts becoming more and more engorged as her arousal grew and grew.

Then she bent down and, turning her eyes to look at me again, whispered into Number One's ear. I couldn't hear her because the music was still playing, but I was sure I could read her lips, and what she said brought me to the brink of orgasm. "Come in me." This was a level of intimacy that far surpassed anything we had had together. I felt that she somehow sensed that this would thrill me and humiliate me at the same time. Then she kissed him again, her lips parting as he eagerly thrust his tongue back into her mouth.

With this encouragement, Number One went over the top. He frantically squeezed her full hips and pulled her down hard onto his rigid cock with a slap. She looked at me again and, her voice trembling with arousal, said more loudly: "Please, shoot your come into me. Fill me with your come, now."

Which he did. He called out in a gasp, then thrust himself up, his legs trembling beneath my wife's wobbling bum. "I'm coming in you!" He yelled it out, and my wife took a sharp breath and moaned. "I can feel it," she said. "I can feel your sperm shooting up into me." She was still looking at me.

I could only groan helplessly as my own orgasm overcame me. Again, I tensed my body and then released a jet of sperm from my hard cock. I watched them embrace and thrust together for a few more moments, then saw the milky white fluid from Number One's ejaculation run out of my wife's vagina and back down his cock. Another spurt exploded from my cock, then another. Number One slowed his thrusts and then withdrew his wilting penis from her swollen cunt. I realized that my fantasy had come true... my sexy, voluptuous wife was sharing herself with a complete stranger while I watched. Even more, she had let him penetrate her without a condom, even begging him to shoot his sperm into her. I was reeling from the feelings of lust mixed with jealousy and shame.

And although I felt spent, I realized there was to be a finale. 

Number Two helped my wife get up from the other man's lap. He took her by the hand and walked over to a dresser. He turned around and leaned back against the dresser, with his hands on the edge behind him. He looked at Carol and thrust his thick hard erection forward. I was watching him in profile, and I could see that his hard-on was throbbing up and down. Carol hesitated for a moment, then reached down and began to stroke him. They looked at each other as she did it. Then with one hand he reached out and drew her face to his and kissed her deeply.

When the kiss was over, he said to her, "Hold up your tits." My wife looked down at her full breasts, then cupped one in each hand. He bent down and she lifted herself up on her toes. The effect of this position on her legs and bum electrified me, accentuating her curves and the firmness of her flesh. He licked and tenderly kissed her nipples. She put back her head and moaned. 

"You're incredibly sexy, Carol. Much sexier than you think you are. Show yourself to me again."

My wife stepped back and again began to sway to the music, her hands in her hair, then moving them down over her breasts and hips. Number Two began to stroke his cock but stopped almost right away. I sensed that he was close to coming.

"Shouldn't we invite your husband to join us?" he asked, nodding in my direction. My wife looked over at me for a moment then back at Number Two. She shook her head. No.

"Have you ever satisfied him with your mouth?" he asked. She hesitated, then again shook her head. 

He looked at her for a moment, then nodded his head slightly. My wife looked at the floor, then slowly dropped to her knees. My head began to spin as she steadied herself with one hand on his leg. With the other she pull his straining cock down towards her mouth. She licked her lips, opened her mouth and guided in his pulsating erection. Neither of them moved at first. She simply held his rigid cock in her mouth. His eyes were closed. Then she slowly moved her head forward, then back. Her cheeks were flushed and the hand she used to steady herself was trembling. She moved the other hand between her thighs and began a slow stroking motion that kept time with the gentle rhythm she had established with her lips on Number Two's cock. All the while she was looking up into Number Two's face.

Number Two opened his eyes and looked down at my wife. "Your tits," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Squeeze them for me." 

My wife moved both hands to her breasts and kneaded them softly. She continued the slow back-and-forth with her lips over his gleaming cock. 

"Careful," he said, barely able to speak. "If you're not careful, I'll come."

She continued to massage one breast but she moved her right hand back down between her thighs and resumed the stroking motion. At the same time she quickened the pace of her mouth over his shaft. Then she shifted her position slightly so she coould look at me. Number Two, seeing her move her gaze, also looked over at me, then rolled his eyes and grunted loudly.

"I'm going to come," he gasped. "Into your mouth."

My cock was about to explode as I realized my wife was inviting him to ejaculate into her mouth. In a daze, I stumbled out into the light so they could both see me. My member was pink and throbbing, threatening to burst. I put my hands behind head and began to gyrate and thrust my hips. Number Two contracted his stomach muscles with a loud groan and thrust his erection deeper into my wife's mouth. They were frozen like that for a moment... I thought I could see the muscles at the base of his penis contract, then the shaft swelled slightly. He groaned again. "That's it!" he gasped.

My wife's eyes widened for a split second, and she moaned. I was sure she had just felt the first spurt of the other man's semen along her tongue and into the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and swallowed, but then looked at me again. Her hand was moving faster between her thighs. Number Two's cock swelled again, and again he groaned. Her lips were glistening but still securely wrapped around his twitching hard-on. She ducked her chin slightly and swallowed his second spurt. She kept her eyes locked on me. They were watering slightly. The expression in her eyes changed for a moment. She seemed to be embarassed, or maybe ashamed? I couldn't tell.

All I knew was that I was about to surrender yet again to an explosion of semen. I was still thrusting my cock out into the room, my hands over my head. Number Two was very clearly pumping many streams of sperm into my wife's mouth, and she was swallowing them all as fast as she could. They were both looking at me. The tip of my cock twitched once, then again.

"Carol!" I actually yelled out her name. "Look at me!" At that moment a thick stream of sperm shot from my cock. It arced toward my wife and Number Two, falling short and splashing on the floor. The color rose on my wife's chest and her nipples seem to jump out even further. She closed her eyes and her whole body tensed. She seemed to involumtarily throw back her head, letting Number Two's pulsing cock spring loose from her mouth. He gasped as his cock shot back up to the vertical and released a gush of sperm straight up onto his chest. My wife arched back, reached a hand to the floor behind her and thrust her hips up, still stroking her slit with her other hand. She lifted her head to look straight at me, and cried out. She dropped her hips for a moment, then thrust up again and spread her knees. My cock pulsed once more and released a string of sperm that splattered against my wife's quivering tummy. 

She moaned one more time loudly, then the wave of pleasure subsided. She slumped down, sitting quietly on the floor. "Frank," she said quietly, but she was looking away. She shivered and her breasts jiggled. My sperm was still visible on her firm tummy. There was a small amount of Number Two's sperm on her chin. Most of the rest she had hungrily swallowed. I shivered too as my own orgasm subsided. My legs could hardly carry me and I was sweating. I stumbled back onto the bench in the shadows and sat down. 


Number Two was leaning limply against the dresser. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked at my wife. "You are stunning," he said. "Let me know if you ever need my services again." Then he smiled.

It was over. I was sore from having come so hard and so often. I didn't know how much time had passed since we began. I wasn't sure whether I had gotten what I'd expected. I wasn't even sure I knew what I had wanted in the first place. But clearly my wife and I had embarked on a new journey. Where it would end was hard to say. My wife finally looked up at me. I couldn't decipher the look on her face. There was a certain calmness there, maybe some kind of fulfillment. But there was something else... shame? sadness? I knew at that point that we would have to travel this road together for a long time to come.