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Amy On Loan Ch. 01

By: Amy Allison



I won't try to hide the fact that I enjoy masturbation. I am especially prone to touching myself when I am alone either watching TV or on the computer. I enjoy reading erotic stories on the net and sometimes I will log on to some of my husband's adult video sites even though I find them to be mostly staged and a little crass for me. 

At times I come fast, but at other special times I may prolong it for hours before reaching orgasm. I make sure my husband is never around when I do it, often after he goes to bed at night. 

About a year ago I was on the computer real early in the morning, thoroughly involved in a story. I had been playing with myself lightly for at least half an hour and was to the point that I couldn't have turned back if there had been a fire in the house. Just as my legs stiffened and I threw my head back to begin a silent, massive orgasm, my head turned at the angle that I was looking into a small decorative mirror on the wall just to my right. 

You can imagine my surprise and embarrassment when I saw Craig standing there behind me with his cock in his hand. He was standing back in the shadows of our hallway, thinking he was hidden as he watched me please myself. 

I was so deep into orgasm that even as taken aback as I was I couldn't stop. After a few seconds the shock subsided and I found the whole thing to be a little erotic, continuing on in an unusually animated orgasm. All the while, I was glancing up into the reflection at my seemingly appreciative audience. As soon as I finished, however, he disappeared. 

He "woke up" a little later when I went to bed. Unlike him at that time of night, he went down on me for five minutes or so and was licking what had to be a gushing crevice. Then he lifted my legs over his shoulders and pounded me very hard, exploding in no time. It was the fastest orgasm he had come to in years!

I think all marriages lose some of their sexual appeal after a couple of years and we were no different. But then I knew that I had a new pulse on what really turned him on. At first it was always the wee hours of the morning. Then all at once in the early evening after our son was in bed he seemed to leave the house a lot, claiming to go over to a friends house, a late night auto store, all kinds of things. 

I had quickly grown accustomed to him hiding there in the hallway when he knew I was "staying up" and it had become a little game that we both enjoyed but kept hidden from each other. But I couldn't quite figure out the little trips at night that drew him away from the house. During those periods of absence, I routinely sat in a big chair in front of the TV, bringing pleasure to myself in various states of dress or undress. 

One night after he had left on one of his little "missions", I realized the mini blinds to the back windows of our living room were open. I had personally closed them an hour earlier. Obviously, he had opened them before he had left. Was he was watching me through the blinds?

Our living room faces the back of our house, which is protected by a privacy fence. There are two walls that are loaded with windows and at night you can look in from the outside without being in danger of being detected from the street. I started noticing that on the evenings he left the mini blinds on at least one window of each wall were being opened just a little. I would close them earlier in the evening then would find them slightly opened by the time he had left.

I became tentative at first and a bit uncomfortable knowing I was being watched from the window. For some reason the fact that he was watching through the window seemed to be different than if he was in the house, almost as if he were a predator. There were even a couple of times that I failed to reach orgasm, which was unusual for me. 

But as a couple of weeks went by I not only got accustomed to the situation but warmed up to the idea, often removing my panties and making sure that what I wore would easily ride up over my crotch so that he could actually witness all the action. If I wore shorts, I made sure that they were the type that was very loose around the legs, allowing me to pull them aside during the process. I quit wearing jeans at night.

Shortly into this I was working outside one day and found a small pair of binoculars hidden in a plastic bag outside in our storage shed. I realized then how much in detail he was watching my fingers and my reaction to them. 

I really enjoyed his interaction and the sex that followed; so, I tried to be as casual as possible yet spread my legs wide to give him the greatest view. I always kept it natural, never once putting on a "show" or doing anything artificial. My orgasms were my orgasms and that was that.

This went on for about three months, not every night but at least three times a week. After that, even though I was still deep into it, I started to see little signs of his interest starting to wane. He still watched me, but the sex after the fact started to slow down noticeably. I kept it up for him (and me) but I was a little disappointed.

Then all of a sudden it all picked back up again, maybe even more than before. I couldn't help but wonder what caused the revitalization. Much to my surprise, I think I found the answer. 

Craig has a long time boyhood friend that lives on the next block. They have remained close throughout the years, much to my approval. I enjoyed his company as much as my husband, and at times we would tease Adam a little by light fondling in front of him. Mostly it was Craig rubbing my breast or slipping his hand up my skirt or shorts when he knew that, even though we were supposedly out of sight, we were being watched. 

Adam was attractive and has never married and I will not try to deny that the little bit of teasing caused a physical attraction between the two of us that we both knew would never be fulfilled.

I started noticing his attention to me had become much more intent. It went from casually admiring and getting little "oops" tit and leg touches from me to openly and unabashed mentally undressing me, even in front of Craig. I'm not sure if I felt appreciative or concerned about this new attention. 

Soon after that, I was cleaning in the back yard one afternoon. Since I had discovered the binoculars out there I had become much more attentive when I was out. Over on the most remote and (at night) what would be the darkest side of the house I found a cigar butte lying on a windowsill. I knew that on very special occasion Adam would smoke a very expensive cigar.

The other thing that came to my attention was the fact that every night that Craig stayed home he was going to bed at an unusually early time. And on each of those nights, those mini blinds were still being moved to a slightly open position.

It took me a while, but when it did the possibility hit me right between the eyes!! Was my husband allowing his best friend to watch me? I couldn't get it off my mind and was very angry it. The thought of it made me sweat and go into a little trembling session. I couldn't stand the mystery any more and certainly didn't want to ask. If it was so, how was I to know they were doing it?

It took me a few days, but I devised what was a very crude and questionable trap.

In order for anyone except Craig to come into the back yard, they would have to enter the fence gate coming from our driveway into the back yard. I went out there in early evening each night and unlatched the gate. Even though the latch was very high and out of his reach, everybody knew this was a real no-no because of our son. I made sure he was in for the night before I did it. Then I would check it first thing in the morning while Craig was in the shower.

A definite pattern developed. On the nights Craig "went out" the gate stayed unlocked. That's because he could simply leave in his car, park it down the street, then walk back into our back yard through the open garage. There was no need for him to go through the gate.

Without fail, on the nights he stayed home, the next morning I would find the gate carefully locked back in place and, occasionally, a butte carelessly left behind. Very obviously, my husband had cut Adam in on the action and they were switching out on the nights they were watching me. On some nights they were disappointed, I'm sure.

Evidently they were uncomfortable with the idea of watching me at the same time. I highly suspect it is because they both masturbate along with me and that would be spoiled if they were there together.

So, it continued. I know I should have stopped the whole thing but I can't deny eventually being aroused by the exposure. I wasn't as hurt as I thought I might be by Craig's actions and our sex life was dynamite! The teasing in front of Adam escalated, once to the point that one night Craig had me facing the window and slowly slipped his hand down the front of my shorts. 

He rubbed me for a long while, sending my hips in a small rotation as he brought me to an orgasm. He thought he was pulling a fast one, but I knew we were being watched through the open blinds. I didn't bother to object.

Not long after we were all into this, I woke up one morning in of those "orgasmic" dreams. You know, one where you feel like you are coming and coming and can't seem to shake out of it. Normally, it happens just as you are getting ready to wake up and almost always it's a false alarm that leaves you wet and writhing.

Well, I had one that Sunday morning. Through my drowsy and sleepy stupor I felt like I was having one slow, soft orgasm after another. When I finally broke through it all and came out of my sleepy stupor, I was surprised and pleased to find Craig's head down between my legs. 

I don't know how long he had been down there, but I was slowly moving against his face and feeling on the very edge. He teased and then sucked a long, slow climax out of me. It wasn't explosive like some I have, just slow and super nice. I stayed hot and tingling all day.

Later that day we had Adam over for a cookout. We have a three-year-old son who was at one of our cousins for a birthday party about an hour away. We had left him there over night and I was to pick him up in mid afternoon. 

That afternoon, Adam's little tendency to touch me in an intimate way not only continued but became more and more familiar. His liberties went from just rubbing my neck in an extremely sensual way with wonderful hands to pulling me close for very short moments as he gently cupped my ass. 

As always, I gently pushed his hands away, but I can't deny the intense tingle it left me. Even his light, friendly kisses were soft and sensual and left me wanting. Anyway, he was a cross between a burden I would have a hard time getting rid of and an absolute dream that sent me reeling.

After we had put everything up, we ended up in front of the TV watching some of the Olympics. Craig took the big chair before I got there so I sort of lay down on the couch. It wasn't a surprise to any degree that Adam sat down on the other end and put my feet in his lap. 

I was wearing a red short-cropped tank top with no bra and a pair of loose fitting black shorts. Any thoughts of what he could see or not see quickly went by the wayside when he started rubbing my feet with that slow, soft yet strong touch. 

As I closed my eyes to enjoy it I reminded Craig that I had to leave in a few minutes to pick up the baby. He threw me a big, soft pillow we keep on the couch and said he'd get me up. I covered my head with the pillow and that's the last thing that I distinctly remembered, either in the room or on the TV. Those slow hands put me right out.

I don't know exactly how much later it was when I started drifting into one of those dreams again. It was almost like I was really coming, then drifting back into a languid sexual tease, only to come again. Not loud earth shattering orgasms, just slow little surrenders accompanied by my slowly writhing hips and soft, low moans.

Being in that state, I have no idea of time lapse. Did I dream it all or what? But as I started slowly coming out of it I realized that it wasn't all a dream. There was the very distinct sensation of a mouth on my left breast and fingers under my panties slowly caressing my clit, occasionally slipping inside me. 

My head still under the pillow, I lay there moaning very quietly and moved my ass slowly in response to Craig's touch, which was unusually slow and fantastic. 

As I became aware of the moisture that had already dripped down into my ass, I knew that this hadn't just started. He had been at it a while. Finally, after a minute or two, I softly pressed the pillow down out of my face to see what he was up to.

And I was staring straight down at the top of Adam's head as he slowly sucked my nipple!! I look back now and wonder how I kept from jumping! Instead, I released the pillow so that it covered my face from any eye contact with him and my eyes went wide open. 

I absolutely froze in place. My next thought was to turn around and see if Craig was sitting there watching but the fear or whatever it was at the moment just kept me frozen. 

After a few more seconds, which seemed like minutes, I realized I was not really frozen, but instead my hips were still moving gently in response to his touch. I was filled with fear, questions, and absolute excitement. Just as I would start to stop it, a small moan would escape from me.

This didn't go on for hours, but more like just a few minutes. It was enough time for him to fully enjoy my rigid nipples and to alternately move his fingers from my clit to inside of me, sometimes curling his fingers up in there that just sent me off.

Just as I mustered the courage to end it, the impossible happened. He curled his fingers up inside me and started a rapid, hard rotation of his fingers against the front, almost a tapping sensation. His mouth had left my breast as if he were concentrating on his attack. Out of nowhere and with virtually no notice I felt it coming. I moaned softly, my hips bucking up slightly, and I awarded his effort with a long, soft orgasm. 

It came and went. I was tied up with shock, pleasure, and pure terror. I also knew that I could no longer pretend that I was asleep. He took the cue, too, and immediately backed off, sliding down to his end of the couch and barely even touching my feet.

Being as careful and nonchalant as I could, I eventually moved around and recognized his presence. Then, as I held my breath, I gathered the courage to look around to see if Craig was part of this. It was strange how relieved I was to see that he was not in the room. When I asked, Adam said that he had gone to get our son and decided to let me rest. He didn't bother to say how long he had been gone.

I excused myself and went to our bathroom. As I had suspected, I was gushing down there. Moisture was running into my crack and down my cheeks. There is no way this would have all come from a single, quick orgasm. How long had he entertained himself with my unknowing but very obviously responsive body?

Craig didn't show up so I called to see where he was. He was just getting there, which was strange. When had he actually left the house?

That night I went through it all step by step. How had it all happened? Accident or planned? Craig or no Craig? Had he watched some or almost all of it? Did Craig see and hear my orgasm before he left? Was he totally unaware or even naïve about it?

But, most importantly, just exactly how did I feel about it? Did I feel used? You bet. Was I aroused by it? Absolutely. I'm was so wet just thinking about it that it's embarrassing. His hands are like magic, just unbelievable. I highly suspect that he had made me come more than once.

But most of all, what was going on? Was I becoming even more of a shared wife than I thought? 

In the next few weeks, all at once it was like I was open game for Adam. His hands and mouth was all over me, often with Craig in the near vicinity but not in view. Twice he came over to our house when he knew Craig wasn't home. On those days it was almost a war, with me pushing his hands away before finally sending him out the door. 

He would leave with a sheepish grin on his face and I would be left standing there breathing hard and a very noticeable and unwanted tingle between my legs. In short, there had developed a quick and intense intimacy between Adam and I and I wasn't at all sure that there wasn't a third party involved in every step.

It didn't ease my mind any that Craig started teasing me a little about the idea of me being attracted to other men. Of course, he always picked the moment that I was ready to enter an orgasm before he brought the subject up. After the first few times, I played along with him and started sharing a few thoughts on the subject. I know that he was strongly aroused by my answers and reacted so. 

Soon he started getting specific, grilling me softly but consistently about whether or not I was attracted to Adam. I gave him soft answers such as, "Oh, I think any girl would find him attractive," and other generic things. 

I had no intention of getting caught up in this, but in a way it was starting to make me question more and more as to whether Adam had been working independently that Sunday. I was trying to feature him jeopardizing his friendship with Craig solely to get a feel under my panties and it just didn't fit.

And, I'll have to admit my curiosity about Adam was more than casual. I had seen, on numerous occasions, him wearing tight fitting trunks or shorts of some type. The bulge in his crotch was impossible to ignore and it was quite common for him to get a hard on when he was around me. 

One of his many female friends, though a bit of an airhead, got a little loaded one night and when we were alone went into a very detailed description not only of Adam's sexual prowess but also of his anatomy. By listening to her story and what Craig had said over the years, Adam wasn't freakish by any means but was considerably more than just endowed. 

Craig swore Adam was a sexual monster but I don't know if he actually knew anything about that or was just trying to arouse me or get a reaction out of me.

Still, the very bottom line for me was whether or not Craig was aware of Adam's advances toward me. Early one Saturday morning I got my answer.

They were scheduled for a very early tennis game. As far as I knew, they were planning to meet at a neighborhood diner for breakfast before they went to the courts. They did it fairly often and I always got up when Craig did to make coffee for him while he was in the shower. It was no different that day.

I slipped on a very short, thin robe that tied around the waist and did my thing in the kitchen. That I didn't have a stitch on underneath didn't matter that time in the morning. I took Craig a cup of coffee and went to the laundry room to start an early load. It was time for him to leave.

You can imagine my face when I came back into the kitchen and found them both standing there with their coffee. I felt like jumping back into the hallway but instead just sort of froze in place. I think it wasn't just the shortness and flimsy material of my gown, but the fact that there wasn't anything underneath. I felt very exposed.

I was relieved when Craig said, "We've got to go."

At least they were getting out of there. Adam's gaze was going straight through me, robe and all. And my only reaction was my nipples hardened as if I had touched them with ice.

Instead of the quick kiss and out the door as Craig would normally do, he pulled me close and held me tightly. Then I got a huge, deep, long kiss while bundled up in his arms. Adam was watching all this from behind me.

I kept waiting to be released, but it never happened. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy the attention from my husband, but within a few seconds I knew that the short robe was starting to rise high on me, maybe even to the point that the lower part of my cheeks were exposed. 


Amy On Loan Ch. 01



After a minute or so of this, Adam spoke.

"Geez, can anybody get in on this?" He was teasing but the trembling in his voice was unmistakable.

I wasn't at all ready for what happened next.

"Sure." Craig's response was short but I didn't miss the tone in it. He was issuing an invitation.

We all kind of laughed it off, but within seconds I felt the touch of Adam against my back. At first he didn't touch me with his hands, I guess because it was a bit awkward and there was no place for them to go. Instead he just sort of nestled up against me, breathing his warm air down my neck.

Slowly, and I'm sure with some sort of communication with Craig that I couldn't see, his soft breathe was replaced with light kisses against my neck.

I just stood there as if frozen, my hands up against Craig's chest. I know that little things had happened in the past and that it seemed that each week it escalated, but this was going a bit far. Not only was I feeling the effects of two mouths exploring me, but also their tennis shorts and my thin robe left absolutely nothing to be imagined. 

Within seconds, I felt it all as two cocks pressed against me and grew hard. If it was a race, it was a dead heat. Both of them were like a rock in seconds, much faster than I had ever dreamed possible.

My heart was racing but I'm not too sure I was breathing at all. I was petrified, horrified, unbelieving, and appalled all at the same time.

How come through all that that it went straight between my legs? I couldn't ignore the sensations I felt lodged between the two of them. I don't know what I sensed most, the hardness of their bodies or the perpetual warm kisses.

Carefully, Adam found a place for his hands. As soon as I realized his fingers were on my hips I felt the cloth of my robe being slowly inched up. It was a short trip and I knew there was nothing under to provide a second protection. 

I don't know why I couldn't find my voice, and even more so that I wasn't in a state of protest that would have blown them away. 

Instead, looking back, I think that it was at that very moment that I knew that in some degree that there was definitely collusion between my husband and his best friend. And I was the prize.

Adam had lifted the bottom of my robe up to the point that it was above my hips and he had put his hands on each side. It was bare skin on bare skin.

While it was going on and really without me noticing, Craig had carefully pulled the tie string to my robe and pulled it aside. I was totally open in the front, head to toe, and pressed against him.

"Guys." I finally said something. It was slow and soft, more of a simple statement than a complaint.

"I know." That came in my left ear from Craig.

"Yeah." Adam in my right, very softly and very disappointed.

Nothing happened. Not only did they not remove their hands or back away, but I realized that the three of us were sort of swaying back and forth together as if in a slow dance.

I thought it was over and that I had seen it all. That thought was tossed away when Craig slipped his hand in between us and lowered it slowly down my stomach. 

"O-o-o-h-h." I couldn't mask the little swooshing sound that came out of me when he touched my clit. It wasn't like I was dead down there; instead, I was super sensitive and on fire just from the touches they were giving me. I didn't mean to. I had no intention to. But I immediately pushed forward against his fingers, beginning a slow undulation that was undeniable and detectable.

Again, I had no idea of what kind of communication was going on over and around me. I think it was a lot. Craig went first, then Adam. 

I heard and felt them rustle around for a second, then felt both. They had pushed down their shorts and were now pressing against me with their cocks free. It was the one time in my life that I almost fainted.

It started, almost on signal and without a word. The two of them started sliding those shafts up and down me and I didn't say a word. 

If I had said anything, I'm afraid it would have been, "What a cock!"

Totally exposed and unbridled, I couldn't miss the size of Adam. And to make matters either better or worse, pressing against me in front was Craig. I had a very quick and very definite comparison and there wasn't any! 

I guess I had no idea they could vary in size so. Maybe some of the stories told in girl's dormitories weren't so wild as I thought.

I just closed my eyes and stood there, swaying in their grasp and absorbing the sensations of the moment. At times Craig would pull away for a minute and look into my eyes, watching my face. I'm sure it was a look of surprised bliss. And I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying it!! His face was almost as if in pain, eyes narrowed and mouth open.

There wasn't any doubt that even though there was no actual entry, I was building to an orgasm and no doubt they were. Both of them were leaking all over me and their juices were providing a natural lubrication.

All of us were starting to breath extremely heavy, making little noises on our own that seemed to mix together in some sort of erotic music.

Then it happened!!

We heard the unmistakable sound of our son moving around in his room. Craig moaned with disappointment. Not Adam. He moaned all right, but as he did he sent a stream of semen up my exposed behind and on my robe. He froze there for a second and his body shook as he exploded.

Then, almost like an old cartoon, everybody rushed their clothes back on and they were out the door. I was left standing there with a child to tend to and come running down both sides of me. 

Once things settled down and breakfast done, cartoons took over. I watched for a few minutes then went to the laundry room, closing the door and leaning back against it. There my fingers took over, quickly becoming a poor substitute for the situation just lost. 

When I exploded and went to my knees, I wondered if I had seen the last of it.

I suspected deep down I had not.



Amy On Loan Ch. 02



In October we were to celebrate our anniversary. I know that it wasn't any "special" anniversary in that it was just another one, but even then Saturday was really almost a too quiet and uneventful day. We spent the morning doing some housekeeping chores and grocery shopping, just as we would any other day.

Craig had dinner planned about eight, saying that he wanted to make sure it would be dark for candlelight. About one in the afternoon, he took our son over to his sister's house for the rest of the weekend. The round trip and little visit would take him about four hours so I had time to burn. 

I told him before he left that I was going to run down to the mall for a few minutes. I didn't have anything particularly to do there, just getting out of the house.

When I went out to the car and opened the door, there was a cd lying on the drivers seat, put there in a way that I couldn't miss it. I looked at it and thought it must be music that Craig must have copied for me to listen to while I drove around. I smiled to myself, wondering what he had chosen that he thought would get me "in the mood."

I started the car and put in the disc. Nothing happened. After a couple of times, I decided that somehow it just didn't come out right, blew it off, and went on down to the mall. It took about fifteen minutes to get there.

I probably wasn't in there more than a few minutes when it dawned on me that maybe it wasn't a music cd. It could be one for the computer with data on it. It intrigued me so that I immediately left the mall. On the way home I looked at it and wondered. One of those really racy "greeting cards" that you can do these days that has action and sound? 

I went straight to the computer and slipped it in. After what seemed an eternity it came up and identified the cd with the word "Amy." At least I knew it was in fact a data cd and it was for me. I know it seems stupid, but I started to shiver a little with anticipation. It was s-o-o-o nice for him to think of me like this.

When it came up on the screen, there were eleven files that came up. Each had a name that all started with "Amy" then had some numbers. It didn't take me but a short time to realize that it was "Amy" for me followed by a date. The first one went back about a year. The last one was this month. Totally in suspense, I double clicked the first one.

There was a brief pause, some unrecognizable noise on the screen, and then everything became clear. With anticipation I watched as it began. Instantly, my mouth flew open and I think my heart stopped beating.

There, in front of me in full light and living color and fantastic sound, was a video of me on our bed lying on my back with Craig's head in between my legs. Stunned, mesmerized, for several minutes I watched this as if a stranger. The woman on the screen was in full rapture, moaning slowly and moving her body in a soft undulation to match a knowing tongue. 

Could this really be me, this creature with her mouth hanging open, eyes closed, softly moaning out encouragement to urge him, whimpering in protest when he slowed me to a tease. Then, finally, writhing in what appeared to be a mixture of agony and bliss, release. The soft moans turning to wailing, hands softly beating his shoulders, hips pumping upward as my stomach heaved in huge waves as it all swept over me. Eyes rolling back in my head.

Then, in an instant, it stopped. It was if some unknown person had said, "That's it," and hit the OFF button.

I couldn't move. It seemed like twenty minutes, but I know it was probably two.

I guess I felt I needed to dislodge myself from the situation because I clumsily got up and just sort of started walking through the house and outside in the yard, looking at stuff as if I had not seen them before. I found myself in our bedroom and by positioning myself, located where I assume the camera had been placed. There, in the cloak of the darkness of his walk-in closet, he could have easily filmed us using a tripod.

I lay down on the bed where the action had occurred and just stared at the door for a while, imaging the moment when it happened. I'll bet Craig blew his brains out that night when he came, knowing what was going on. After thinking about it a while, I realized it probably wasn't the only time he blew. How many times had he come watching it over and over?

Actually, once the shock was over I started to feel less traumatized by it. He had taken pictures of me a number of times in poses that I wouldn't want to make public. Even though this was much more graphic and personal, it wasn't the end of the world and certainly wasn't anything to get real upset about. He had, after all, shared it with me in the end.

I went about my routine, each time looking at the computer as I walked past it. Finally, I couldn't stand the tension and carefully took my chair in front of it. Approaching it like anticipating a scene out of a horror movie, I clicked on the next file.

For the next few minutes, I watched myself from the rear, my hair hanging down as I straddled Craig and rode him on top. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, there was his cock sliding in and out of me, my back passage exposed and opened as if begging for something. I don't know who's grunts and groans were louder, mine or his. He came first but stayed with me for another thirty seconds or so, which was all I needed.

The sounds coming out of me, both while begging him to stay with me and when I ripped myself with orgasm, was so guttural and course that I inwardly cringed, almost refusing to acknowledge that this was Daddy's little girl begging like a whore. And I had no idea that when I had an orgasm the cheeks of my ass clinched and released in a quick rhythm with every stroke.

As I sat there, my legs had begun swinging open and shut in a slow, unconscious movement that I recognized. This wasn't the first time that I had sat in front of this computer and reacted to watching a woman being ravaged, but those times it hadn't been ME. And through it all a small thought crossed my mind. We didn't have the equipment to do this. Or did we?

Still, my reactions had changed from dismay to curiosity and slowly that was being replaced by, dare I say it, eagerness. You know how you can be watching or reading something that turns you on and your fingers just seem to keep creeping down, no matter how many times you pull them back? That was how it was with those files. It was like they were beckoning me to join the action.

As many times as I walked away from it, I always came back. One file after another, one scenario after another, I watched us. I actually recognized some of it, being able to relate to what happened before and after on that particular day. The video had definitely been edited. I went from being troubling to being in total awe of what we were doing, how we interacted, how we were able to bring each other such unbridled pleasure.

At times I came across as a willing recipient, much like a scabbard waiting anxiously but quietly for the sword to be put in. At others, I was like a high priced call girl, going to all means to satisfy the customer. And Craig was definitely an extremely satisfied customer after each session. We always fell back each time, totally spent.

By the fifth one, I was totally immersed in it. After fighting through the top of my jeans with my hand, I abandoned them altogether and let them drop to my ankles. Each session was from five to ten minutes long and after number five I think I had an orgasm to some degree during each one. They were all so different, so erotic. As I watched, the moans I heard and the rapture I saw on my face never seemed to grow old to me.

When I got to number nine, I was so sensitive it was unbearable but the eroticism and emotional strangle that stupid machine had on me was like a drug I couldn't do without. I plugged in a set of earphones and put them on. Maybe I thought that by removing the sound from the room I was hiding it from everybody else.

When the next clip started, a little doubt that had started to form in my mind proved to be right. I recognized the moment as if it were yesterday. It was the first of several nights during the past year that Craig had surprised me by asking me to wear a little black mask that kept me from seeing anything. At the time, I found it exciting and very erotic, especially since I couldn't quite detect what was coming next. 

On the screen, I was on top of Craig pumping slowly and, at his encouragement, softly talking dirty to him. I could see our bodies moving together as if one. Then, it moved in to catch my face and even with the mask on it caught all the sweet anguish. Out again and down, extremely close shots of my pussy taking that cock coming way out and then fully shoving down again, almost in a very exaggerated way as I took him fully inside me.

Through a mental haze fogged with sex, I realized that there was somebody operating the camera that night. They were moving it in and out, guiding it from one close-up shot to another. At times it was a little jerky as if the operator was having a hard time controlling himself.

ADAM!! It had to be. Who else? But by that time and in the state I was in, instead of it upsetting me it did nothing but add to the fire that was consuming me. My attention to what was on the screen was detracted every now and then by the thought and vision of him standing that close, watching, hearing, filming. I was totally unaware of anything else around me.

I never came out of that sexy stupor. The last video was like a "finale" and was about 15 minutes long. I was totally immersed in it, my senses and my pussy feeling wonderful and I'm sure the muttering from me never ended. I was locked onto the screen, the sound blocking out all other senses. I took it to the end, watching it before having a physical and mental collapse. I just sat there for a minute.

This explained all the times that he had insisted that we make love with the door locked and all the lights on. And, obviously, the mask was much more than just a prop. I had worn it much more than was depicted on these clips. How much was still out there?

As I thought about it, Craig had hinted that Adam was somehow going to be a part of the day's activity. Now I knew what it was. I had just not been prepared for this. I shut down the computer and got up.

When I turned around I almost fell.

There was Craig sitting quietly on the couch. His eyes were almost closed, his mouth slightly open. In his hand was a super hard cock, come dripping all over. My earphones had masked his entrance into the house. How long had he been there? How much had he seen?

You can imagine not only my shock, but also my concern about his reaction. Instead, he silently waved his finger at me to come over. When I did, he wrapped my hand around his cock. I can't remember when it was so hard and big and it was dripping like a spring. I looked into his face and saw nothing but pleasure. Slowly, I bent over and started a slow licking up from the base of the shaft, tasting the slight pungency of his semen as I went up.

He finally spoke, his voice soft and shaking.

"Did you like the video?"

"Um-huh." My mouth was occupied and the relief I felt from his first words was immense.

"How did you find it?"

I had just slid my mouth over the top of his head, knowing he was about to come. When he said it, I froze right there. I looked up from what I was doing and looked straight into his almost pained face to see if he was putting me on. He wasn't .

I think it hit me just as the orgasm was hitting him.

ADAM!! Obviously, Craig was aware of his participation during the filming but wasn't aware he was going to share it in such a manner.

He spurted like a volcano!! It was going to an interesting anniversary.

To say that my body was on fire after the events of the afternoon would be such an understatement that it barely deserves mention. My question was why? Was it from the erotic bombardment coming across the computer monitor exposing me as a harlot? Was it the hypnotic state that I had put on Craig? Or, my god say it isn't so, was it solely as a result a fantasy I couldn't remove from my mind. That of Adam watching, filming, hearing me in those times of abandonment?

Whatever it was, the moment was upon me. Craig had arranged for a very nice catering service to serve our dinner at home. Dinner was for eight o'clock and I could sense that he was expecting me to wait until the final moment to make an appearance from out of the bedroom. He was very secretive, dressing in the spare bedroom instead of in front of me. My nerves were so on edge, my expectations drifting from erotic anticipation to dread.

I decided a long hot bath would take off the edge. It would have, I expect, if the visions of the afternoon had not kept creeping in, mingling with my tingling expectations of the hours to come. Instead, the overall effect was so that my fingers couldn't help but creep, first stroking my breast then sliding down between my legs, spreading my cleft slightly before my fingertips touched my clit. It almost felt like I could feel it swelling as I rubbed it firmly.

It wasn't a long tease. Almost instantly my climax slammed into my belly and I bit my lip. My hand shoved into me and I thought I could feel the come as it poured out. After that, exhaustion made me immobile. 

It took a while but I was able to extract myself from the tub, weak as I was. After carefully brushing my teeth and swishing mouthwash, I finished with my hair and put on a coat of lip-gloss before rubbing on some strawberry milk lotion instead of perfume.

I looked at the outfit he had selected. But I was beginning to wonder who was "he"? It was a very short dress with dark stockings and a garter belt. I decided to add to the effect, carefully selecting a really low-cut black satin bra with a front clasp that almost exposed the top of my nipples and a matching thong. Bought long ago, they had stayed hidden in my drawer waiting for a "special" moment.

As I put on the frilly garter belt I couldn't help but smile. For all the mental protesting I had originally done, as I actually put it on for real it made me feel very sexy. After hooking up the stockings, I hesitated before donning the dress. I took a few seconds to admire the package I saw in front of me in the mirror.

Turning and twisting, I decided that it wasn't so bad for a thirty-year-old mother. Almost with every motion, the short dress exposed the top of the stockings and the darkness of the lingerie made the exposed flesh between the top of my hose and my crotch seem almost pale. 

As I smoothed the cloth over my body my fingers were drifting back under them. I had to make myself go on out. Otherwise I guess I would have stayed there in front of the glass, my fingers and the scene reflected back to me already causing my eyelids to flutter.

I was brought back to schedule with a gentle knock on the door.

"They're on the way with dinner. About ten minutes."

So, with one last look at my new self, I walked out into the living room. I could see into the dining room where the table had been carefully and elegantly set. 

For three.

It hadn't had time to hit me before they walked out of the kitchen. I don't know what surprised me the most: Adam's presence or their appearance. Both were neatly dressed in a coat and tie, looking very handsome and very ready for the evening.

While Craig's mouth stayed just sort of fell open, Adam's didn't. Instead he pursed his lips and let out a long, very appreciative whistle.

"My god, Amy. You look wonderful!"

His words, the look on his face, Craig's silence. It was too much for a woman who had been through the day I had experienced.

The jolt that went through me was not electric, not a tingle. It was a throb that almost buckled my knees.

Relief came quickly as the doorbell rung. The dinner was being delivered. Since part of the service was serving it, Craig quickly whisked me to the table and seated me before the lady came in. I knew that he was reacting quickly because of the way I was dressed. At least I would have some cover from her eyes. 

It did to some extent, but you couldn't help but see the appreciative glances she was giving me as she worked. After all, when I sat down the dress came up to the very tops of my legs, exposing not only the white skin above the stockings to my crotch, but if I didn't keep my legs closed tightly my scantily clad crotch as well.

When it became obvious that she was more turned on than distracted by our appearance, I could see Craig and Adam steal a glance at each other. After that, they did everything they could to detain her. I kept my legs closed shut but I know she got an eye full before she reluctantly departed with an oversized tip. 

I got the distinct idea she would have stayed if there had been even the slightest invitation. After all, there were two attractive men and only one woman at the gathering, and even to a casual observer it promised to be an interesting meal.

And it was. They lived up to all their advertising, elegantly serving the food hot and fresh and very tasty. We laughed and carried on as if we were in the middle of a pizza parlor somewhere.

By the end of the meal, though, it was obvious that all our thoughts were slowly turning back to our situation. We had been sitting some distance from each other, but with the sensations still lingering from the afternoon and the wine, I could swear I could smell them and I knew for a fact that my thong was soaking wet.

"Leave the dishes. I'll get them later." Craig broke up what had become a little bit of a nervous silence.

"I have a movie. First, though, I'm dumping the coat and tie." Adam rose and was taking off his tie even as he spoke. Craig almost jumped at the chance to shed his, too.

Five minutes later we were in front of the television, credits rolling across the screen. I was on the couch leaning back against Craig and Adam was sitting about five or six feet away. No matter how I sat, I was exposed up to my ass with the short dress and the stockings leaving me totally open to his appreciative gaze.

We keep a soft decorative throw across the back of the couch. After just a couple of minutes I slowly reached up to pull it down over me. When I did, Craig softly grasped my wrist and very quietly whispered, "Leave it," in my ear. He was obviously enjoying sharing the view with his friend.

Both of them know that I don't care for hardcore x-rated films. I was pleased and a little surprised when it turned out to be a real soft-core erotic movie of which I had never heard. It started out a little slow and my attention couldn't help but be drawn to my situation. 

Adam went from taking quick glances to being openly brazen with his attention to my exposed body. It wasn't lost on Craig. He had maneuvered me so that I was between his legs, lying prone back against him. His massive hard was pressing against my back. He was already definitely turned on.

If I thought I was having a problem dealing with all this, the movie didn't help any. It was about a young wife who becomes venerable to her husband's old friend who shows up in their life. He ends up screwing her in several scenes including inside a church. It was extremely well done and very erotic.

I know I started to squirm a little. My glances at Adam told me that he was barely watching the movie. His hard was obvious through the loose dress pants he was wearing. I wondered if Craig's facial expression was the same as his, mouth slightly opened a little and looking almost intoxicated.

You never know what sparks things to happen. Life is full of "what if's." As openly erotic and hot as the situation was, maybe nothing would have happened. It could have been contained to just a fantastic show for Adam's sake and a memorable moment for us. But, one of those unaccountable "events" just happened.




Amy On Loan Ch. 02



Craig had started to gently massage the side of my breast, taking little caution to hide it from Adam. I uttered a little "uh-uh" under my breath to him and crossed my arms in self- protection. That didn't stop him from sweeping his fingertips across my nipples and an eager Adam from taking it all in. Then he stopped suddenly.

"You still have your shoes on." It was sort of a flat statement.

He was right. They were still on. As I started to bend forward to undo them, he held me back.

"Let Adam take them off for you."

I couldn't believe it. He would have his face down in front of me looking up my unprotected crotch.

The look that passed between them was unmistakable. Adam looked at Craig and I could feel him nod in approval. He lost no time.

He was slow and careful about it, but he moved right over and took my right foot in his hands. It was crossed over my left at the time, so he gently lifted and moved it over during the process. All the time, he was looking at my face, then Craig, then up my then open crotch. I knew he had to be looking straight up into the crevice so scantily covered by my little thong.

He took forever removing my shoes, teasing my feet as he did. Then, instead of moving on, he just sort of settled in at the end of the couch and returned his attention to the screen. His hands never left my feet, though, and he started giving them a long, slow soft foot massage that shot straight up my legs.

Of all the times for it to happen, it was just after that that the church scene unfolded, graphic and smoldering across the screen. I have to admit it moved me and I could feel Craig's stiff cock as it lurched. Adam's touches moved up, slowly including my calves through the smooth hose. I think I actually anticipated it.

The zipper on my dress had come down smoothly, slowly. I was so involved with the movie and Adam's hands that I had paid little attention to Craig. I was surprised that the deft, slow action that released the binds of the dress had occurred without my notice.

But I became fully aware of his hands gently tugging the top off my shoulders and down my arms. Instinctively, I crossed my arms and placed my hands over his.

"No." I said it softly but firmly, knowing that Adam could hear.

I was staring straight into Adam's eyes. After a deep, extremely penetrating gaze, he lowered his head and started trailing kisses up my leg. His hands had somehow managed to go above my knees, kneading me softly with his fingers on the way up in a slow process that ignored my weak resistance.

"Put your hands on mine." Craig's voice was not demanding, but rather soft and coaxing.

"No." My denial was weak, too unsure to have any effect.

"Do it." Slowly, my eyes locked on Adam's, I slid my hands up and gently laid them on top of Craig's. In retrospect, I think I resigned myself to them and their intentions at that time. Otherwise, either Craig or I would have called it quits right then.

With my hands riding his, I'm sure both our eyes were looking straight into Adam's strange expression as the top of my dress slowly, excruciatingly slid down my arms and upper chest. With the low cut bra, it seemed to take ages before I could see the bra itself.

By that time, any pretenses of modesty from me were too late. Already, Adam was treated to everything I had from my open crotch up to my barely hidden nipples. His hands had gently separated my legs and his head had managed to find it's way between my knees. All the time, the slow caresses of his hands and lips never ceased.

Craig's fingers were teasing my nipples and trailing his fingers over the sheer fabric of my bra.

"Take it off." I knew it was more than a suggestion. He could have done it himself, but this was another course being served up for Adam's eyes and an indicator of how far I would go along with their plan.

Slowly I complied. As I unhooked the little clasp on my bra, the look on Adam's face was so intense that I really wanted to turn my head. Instead, it was if I was hypnotized and couldn't break the lock of our mutual gaze. I released the clasp, holding it together for a while before I slowly opened it and exposed my breast. As if I had signaled them, there were simultaneous moans from both men.

The reaction caused a familiar ripple within me and I couldn't help but think that Adam had the exact expression on his face that I had seen on Craig's earlier in the day. Mouth sagging open slightly, eyes narrowed, breathing obviously very ragged. I had to believe that if I could see Craig's hidden face it would be a reflection of Adam's. I could actually feel his heart beating against my back.

There was a moment of very intense silence. My hands were riding on the back of Craig's', his hidden face not giving away his desires. Adam was obviously in some sort of spaced out zone, his face and breathing telling us that he was totally enthralled with the spectacle I presented.

Craig was slowly cupping my breast with both his hands, pinching my nipples lightly and tugging gently while my hands still rode on top of his. As for Adam, he very slowly continued his kisses on my legs. He was already above my knee and it would be soon when he reached the bare skin above my stockings.

Maybe that was where he felt there was a separation between this intimate "fun" and the actual intrusion of my body. He hesitated for a long time, his eyes going to Craig's face as if looking for instructions. Even though nothing was said, I felt as if they were talking around me as if I weren't there.

Craig's unspoken answer came in the way of just a small, crooked motion he made with one finger. We all knew what he meant.

"Come on."

There was no need for farther invitation. Adam's head slid upward on my legs, his mouth warm with light kisses. When he hit bare skin, it was if he had hit a light switch. We all turned on. And I couldn't ignore the electricity running through me. I reacted silently, but Adam didn't. It must have affected him as much as me.

"U-u-u-m-m-m." It came out of him soft and slow. Craig lurched against me just as I turned my head away from Adam's eyes. I didn't want him to see the look on my face. I knew he had to feel the upward motion my body made as my hips thrust forward at the touch.

We all knew that something special had started and it was not at all unwanted.

I was startled when Adam spoke. His voice was very strange: calm, soft, and husky.

"What do you want me to do?" He was asking Craig for permission to have me.

His eyes went back to my open crotch and waited for an answer.

It took a little time as if Craig was looking for an answer, but it soon came out. His voice was so low, so strained that I barely recognized it as being his. As he spoke, I felt his cock lurch against me.

"Eat her pussy."

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o." Now it was my time to emit an almost unrecognizable sound. I think it came less a protest than an acceptance of the inevitable. I had already accepted that Adam was going to have his way with me in some manner, but to hear Craig request it such a crass way was both frightening and exhilarating.

Adam placed his hands between my knees and very slowly spread them wide. When he started trailing kisses up my legs, I closed my eyes and lifted my hips slightly from the warm rush I was feeling.

I felt Craig press his lips against the top of my head. In a strange way, I had almost forgotten he was there. The never-ending manipulation of my breast and nipples had never ceased, but had become just part of the overall sensations drenching my body. I was unable to mentally separate the touches coming from each of them. It was just one big, overpowering sensation.

"Is she as beautiful as I said?" In my state of mind, the pride in Craig's voice was a turn-on.

"Unbelievable. Just unbelievable." Adam's answer was short, slow and appreciative. My legs squeezed when he said it.

I was surprised when Adam suddenly stopped. I watched him slowly and gently remove the clasp on my stockings. Then in a slow, tantalizing fashion, he slipped my thong down and off one foot. I could hear and feel Craig's reaction behind me as if this was opening a new chapter to the night.

Adam got back down between my legs, lifted my legs up over his shoulders and slipped his hands under me. Slowly, he used his thumbs to spread me and lowered his head.

Craig was breathing very heavy behind me, his body heaving against me with his massive hard pressing the small of my back. I think he wanted very badly to kiss me, but instead the kisses that I started to receive came not on my mouth with his tongue searching for mine, but rather on the pussy with my clitoris in Adam's mouth, slowly running his tongue over it. 

My noise became audible, my hips rotating as he began a very slow, very soft sucking motion, slipping my clit in and out of his mouth, and scrapping it with his teeth. It was much too much for me. Within minutes, I couldn't hold it any more and exploded; kicking my legs out and bucking so hard he had to work to stay with me. I couldn't believe anything could ever feel so good.

He had one knee on the floor and one on the couch, sort of laid out with my legs up over his shoulders. With him under my legs and my back elevated by Craig, I was in a rather contorted position with none of me touching the couch. His hands stayed under my hips, giving them support as he lifted them in the air. 

He slowed down for a long time, teasing me and allowing me to regain myself. Then, as if on my cue and with Craig's encouragement, he sucked hard on me again, boiling me over. Then the teasing became unbearable. If this was paying me back for the teasing I had given him over the years, I considered it paid in full. He stayed at it for a long time, sucking and licking like it was a meal he wanted to last forever. 

Craig was encouraging me to come, now manipulating my nipples very hard, rolling them between his fingers and pulling on them so that they were extended away from my chest. My hands were grasping the back of Adam's neck and I knew I was on my way to another orgasm when he suddenly it all stopped and Adam stood up.

Sometime, somehow, he had removed his pants during all this and I was staring straight at his cock not more than three feet away. If I had thought it was big before, I swear it doubled in size under the circumstances. Leaning over me, he took my hands and placed them gently on it, fully feeling the full girth and length for the first time. My hips pumped forward in anticipation. In the state I was in, he seemed astonishing, almost freakish!

He looked deep into my eyes as if begging, but said nothing. There was a quiet moment of silence for a minute or so; his cock filling my hands as I gently and slowly slid it up and down in my hand. He was leaned over almost on top of me, his face very close to Craig's. I'm sure they were having some unspoken communication above my head.

Craig spoke, breaking the silence and giving out the invitation.

"Do you want it?" he asked me.

I didn't answer, somehow still looking for a dignified way to handle this.

"Would you like to have Adam inside you?" He asked again.

After a few seconds, I could only nod. I still was holding it, slightly moving the skin up and down with both hands, causing him to weave back and forth.

"You've not answered me," he said. He knew they had the power here

"Yes," I said very quietly, hypnotized by the size of the cock in my hand and the intoxication of the moment in hand.

"Yes, what, Amy?" This time it was Adam speaking, pressing for a spoken answer.

"I want you inside me." I knew that was what they really wanted to hear so I went along with it.

Craig's body gave a quick, noticeable shudder. Adam leaned over me and his lips met mine in a long, deep kiss with an invading tongue. Finally, he had his wish and he wasn't going to miss the chance.

I lay sprawled back against Craig, feeling his hardness pressed against my back, my thong dangling from one of my feet. I knew I was gushing and Adam's excitement was obvious. The head of his cock was glistening with the secretion slipping out.

Adam silently reached out with one hand, obviously offering to lift me up. As if I needed encouragement, Craig gently lifted my arm up so that my hand touched Adam's. Slowly, maybe a bit reluctantly, I rose from the couch.

I felt awkward and stupid standing there. My bra was open and my nipples were standing out hard on my breast. What little of the dress that there was bunched around my waist, garter straps dangling down. The nothing thong was draped down around my foot.

And there were two, not one, men in the room with me.

The awkwardness was broken slowly, gracefully and painfully erotic when Adam went to his knees in front of me. Bending at the waist as if getting ready to worship me, he carefully lifted the foot up that had my thong dangling and slowly removed it, almost if it were a precious artifact.

Then he started again with that slow, delicious ascent that I had already savored that night, starting at my ankles and going up slowly with his mouth, his fingers running slightly ahead as if preparing me for his lips and tongue.

I felt more than heard the rustling behind me and wasn't surprised when I felt Craig's naked body push against me. His hands slipped around my waist and softly cupped my breast. As he kissed my neck, it was if he were giving me a last chance.

"Are you ready for this?"

I hesitated a minute before answering. I was staring straight into Adam's eyes all the while.

I nodded slowly.

This time, they didn't press me for an answer. Instead, Adam broke away for a second.

"Are you sure?" I was a bit taken aback with his soft and considerate question.

"Yes." It was quiet, but I think they both knew I was really going to give in to their long, long time fantasy.

With that answer, they both moved as one. Adam reached up and with a slow, skillful movement pulled my garter straight down and off my legs. Craig lifted my arms and brought my dress straight up and over my head, tossing it into the floor in a pile.

"I want to leave her stockings on." Adam was asking more than telling.

"Un-huh."

Adam slowly stood up and placed my hand around his cock. I swear it was even larger than before. He glanced behind me at a very heavy breathing Craig leaned into me, smothering me between their two hard bodies and protruding cocks. I anticipated his kiss and wasn't disappointed. It was long and deep. Craig removed his hands and moved them down to cup my ass.

"Do you like it?" Here came the tease again.

I mumbled something. He was not satisfied.

"Do you like it?" He looked at me with the question.

"Yes," was the soft answer.

"Do you want to take it?"

"I don't know," was the best I could do. It really scared me now that I realized my hand could hardly handle the full girth. The length was an entirely different thing altogether. I had been astounded with the size before, but not apprehensive as I was now, knowing that I was moments away from him trying to enter me.

"Are we ready?" It was Craig's voice.

"If you want me, lead me to your bed," Adam softly said. I was riding high and wanted him badly, but I was still apprehensive about being with the two of them. This was such a huge, if not anticipated step for us. Not to mention the awesome size of him. 

My pussy won out over my brain as I took his hand in mine and started towards the spare bedroom.

Craig said "No, I want you to do it in our bed." A little bit surprised, I said nothing and led them to our room. I might not have been so compliant if I had truly realized what was ahead.

Without bothering to close the bedroom door, Adam pulled me into his arms and after a long kiss said "I can't begin to tell you how long I've waited for this." There was no need for foreplay. I was soaking wet, he was menacingly hard, and we had been having foreplay for an hour.

As if choreographed, Craig turned on every light in the room and took place in a chair in the corner. Adam laid me on the bed and kneeled above me.

"Do you want to be on top?" he asked. "It'll give you control of everything." Looking down at him and then at Craig, I agreed. I think I wanted to be sure I could take him when he got caught up in the passion.

He seemed to be very meticulous about how he positioned himself on the bed. As he motioned me over, his cock was hard as steel as it lie across his stomach. As for me, I felt incredibly hot and slippery. Surely I could do this. I straddled him gently, pulling my knees up above his hips, my pussy just above that huge head. Before letting it touch me, I began to slide myself up and down the shaft, spreading the moisture and finally getting a feel for the size.

I almost would forget Craig was there. Two things reminded me. One of them was satisfying; that being the little moans that he emitted. The other was bothersome but I was too involved to protest. That was the camera in his hands. That was the reason they wanted the room so lighted: so that they could shoot without a flash.

Adam's twisting of my nipples brought me back to him. Every time I thought I knew how big he was, something happened to make me know I was underestimating him. I allowed myself the luxury to glide back and forth along the length of it. My labia had separated as far as it would, and the lips were clasping his cock as I slid up and down the length in a warm, wet embrace.

Each time I reached the top of his shaft, I could feel my clit rubbing the underside of the monster head, adding to the sensation I already felt and hopefully increasing the much-needed lubrication. He held himself perfectly still during all of this, but his mouth gave him away with the continuous flow of small moans. 

Finally, I rose slightly, grasping him with my left hand and guiding the head to its target. Sensing that the moment had come, he pulled me forward and gave me a deep kiss, his hands moving to my nipples, applying a soft massage to each one.

"Fuck me," he said quietly.

I looked over at Craig one last time to make sure we were both okay with all this. He had put down the camera and his hands were wrapped around his cock, that familiar faraway look on his face again. Yeah, it was definitely a "go" with him.

I said nothing, but started a slow, methodical motion, getting the feel of Adam inside my lips, pressing against my entry. Slowly, with all the nerve I could muster, I pressed forward and with barely any downward pressure, I began a real slow rocking motion on his head. The shaft was a long way back. With the encouragement of his words and light kisses, I felt him inching very, very slowly into me.

Besides the warmth of his mouth and the steady manipulation of my nipples, what I felt most right then was pain. The pressure on my vagina was overwhelming and concern was starting to rise.

As much as I was embarrassed about it, I started to whimper and moved back off him, releasing the pressure to some degree. He answered by giving me a real long gentle kiss, moving his hands from my breast to my hips and telling me not to worry, that I didn't have to continue. Even thought I was tempted to take him up on it, once again I started my small motions, pressing the head against inside the wetness.

I could feel him starting to work with me, applying a gentle but constant pressure towards me. Gradually, slowly, the immense width of his swollen head filled my lips and I tried to relax my muscles to allow the entry.

Craig had taken a pause to record the event. He was aiming the camera at us.

Finally, I felt his head fully enter me. My walls collapsed around it, grasping the shaft. I heard him gasp with the pleasure and his body jerked slightly with the entry. I couldn't believe how tight it felt! No matter how much I had envisioned it, there was still no preparation for the real event. 




Amy On Loan Ch. 02



How was I going to continue taking him? The answer was not long to come. He began to very gently prod me on the ass with his hands, indicating it was time to proceed. Slowly, slowly, slowly I resumed my tiny pumping motions.

Through it all was the soft encouragements from Adam. Slowly kneading my ass and running his hands up my back and around to my breast, he comforted me with small then deep kisses, encouraging me and telling me how good it felt. I didn't know I had only taken no more than half of him. When I slowed, he simply encouraged me.

"Keep up with the little strokes, don't force it." I moved forward again, doing my best to relax those inner muscles.

The change was excruciatingly slow, but the pressure I started feeling something good. It wasn't overpowering or an explosion, but just some pleasure starting to intermingle with the burning sensation. I felt so stuffed that it was frightening, yet there was that new glimmer on the horizon. I backed off trying to penetrate any more, staying at the depth I was and slowly picking up-tempo. 

It would hurt, and then feel good, then hurt again. I stayed there for a long time, maybe minutes, when I realized the hurt was gone and was replaced by deep, deep sensations throbbing out of me. At that time, I realized that he was all the way in.

He continued to let me set the pace, his hands gently riding the motions of my ass as it rose and fell in small amounts. His kisses and the attention to my nipples were mixed in, always at the very perfect time. I realized that the man was not only huge, but also very experienced. How could any woman not get off on him?

I changed tactics and started a larger pumping action, going back up to the top of him and back down, almost exposing his head out of me when I went to the top. The results were magnificent! I couldn't believe the pleasure it was giving me now, the fullness of him deep inside me without any discomfort. 

His voice was giving me all the positive feedback I needed. He was feeling as much as I. Now that I had let myself expand, I felt wonderfully full and was totally connected with that staff, driving into it without reservation, feeling the power I had over him at the time. I clinched down rhythmically with my vaginal muscles, going down real slow then coming back up quickly. 

It was then I realized how much noise was being made in that room among the three of us. With all my gyrations and without regard to Craig's feelings, I was spouting a non-ending stream of verbal appreciation for him and how good it felt!

He not only didn't mind, he was almost groveling in the experience. I think the look on his face was a mixture of intense pleasure and pride that I was being everything he had promised his friend.

Suddenly, I felt a pressure deep inside me that could only be him prodding against my cervix. I had read that it would tip up to accommodate entry during sex, but that was nothing I really knew about. All I knew was that he was deep in me and it was wonderful. 

I rode him now pretty much with abandon, taking fast, deep strokes as I accelerated the action. I wish I could talk to my college girlfriends now. I could tell them for a fact that size DOES make a difference and they haven't had sex until they've had something this size buried in them.

" Jesus, you can fuck!!" His eyes had a glazed look on them telling me I had taken him into a dream world. I had done it!!

It was all I could take. I slammed myself down harder and harder, grinding myself against him with each downward stroke. He thrust himself off the bed and threw his head back while uttering a deep groan. It heightened my excitement and I jammed down hard one last time, driving him impossible deep. 

I came on his shaft like I had never before. Wave after wave came across me as I shook all over. I could feel him pumping hard into me, no longer leaving the action up to me.

He cupped my breast painfully but with intense pleasure, and then exploded within me with more of a scream than a moan. He bucked forward so deep within the bowels of my vagina I could feel his semen spurting against my cervix. Not that I had ever quit coming before, but the pressure of his orgasm sent me shaking and screaming all over again.

I looked at Craig for either forgiveness or support. What I saw was a speechless lump of a man with his come dripping all over his hand. He had come with me!

Never stopping for rest, Adam rolled me over, carefully bringing us back to the same spot in the bed. Then, the fuck began in earnest as he gained new strength and pounded me unmercifully. As his cock went from baring his head on the upward stroke to slamming my pelvis on the down, there was no part of my cavity not filled. My clit was grinding into him with a speed and pressure never felt before.

The explosion from within him was slow, ferociously hard, and frightfully noisy. He pushed himself up off me with his hands, his body still slamming into me and he came with what could not be described any way other way than a scream. I was right there with him, discharging again with my own noisy climax. It wouldn't stop for either of us. It was far away the longest and most intense orgasm I had ever had or witnessed.

Craig watched and listened with those narrowly closed eyes.

Come was running down out of me and down my ass, spreading out on my inner thighs. I felt insatiably nasty. At the end, Adam crashed down hard on top of me, totally spent. His mouth found mine and never left it for minutes, long and hot, his tongue and mine becoming one. I still was writhing nonstop beneath him. Through this, I wanted more and would have screwed him all night if we had the time and he the energy.

Instead, after at least thirty minutes of after tender lovemaking, he slowly got up and for the first time acknowledged Craig was in the room.

"You two need to be alone."

With that he gave me a deep, deep kiss, whispered, "You are awesome," to me and just departed the room. Come was pouring out of me as I lay there and I was just now letting Craig come back into my mind. I looked at him slouched down in the chair as if totally exhausted. 

I held out my hand and whispered tentatively, "Come here." All at once I was mortified. Had we gone too far?

He did, slowly. As soon as he was near me he suddenly devoured me in a huge, hot kiss. He was definitely all right with it all.

I whispered some small talk to him, and after an unbelievable amount of foreplay, he entered me strong and hard. It was wonderful and some of the best sex we have ever had. Being totally drained from watching Adam and I, he stayed with me a long, long time.

When he was approaching his climax, Craig started asking me about our sex and how much I enjoyed Adam. I tried to give him the answers he wanted, both assuring him of his prowess and making sure he knew how I enjoyed Adam.

But I'm ashamed to say that what was really going through my mind during it was "Craig, I love you and always will, but your fucking will never, never meet his."

Craig, you opened a box that should have been left closed. I can't think of anything but that huge cock pounding inside me. I've got to have him again.

And I would. We both knew that.



Amy On Loan Ch. 03



After our anniversary night it was a lull after a storm. I don't know whether they were backing off a bit to see what my aftershock reaction would be or what. I only saw Adam twice and he was almost timid around me and that certainly has never been the case before. However, his demeanor didn't hide the obvious bulge in his jeans. He was hard as a rock when he saw me.

As for Craig, I certainly don't remember any time in our married life that he was so hard for so long and so often. During the middle of the night, first thing in the morning before he went to work, twice in the afternoon as soon as he walked in the door. Both of these times he entered me from behind while I was leaning across the kitchen counter.

As far as conversation concerning the event, it was limited.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you sure you're not mad?"

"Did Adam make you feel good?"

"We don't have to do it again."

I assured him everything was okay. What I really wanted to say is "I can't quit thinking about his cock."

I couldn't get my mind off it. An ache between my legs had remained with me for hours after Adam left that night, but instead of it being painful it was more like a beacon to my fingers, begging me to gently rub it for relief. A couple of times over the next few days I would be so high I would straddle Craig's face and make him lick me until I came. He had no way to know that the moans pouring from me were anticipation of Adam more than satisfaction from his mouth!

Relief came unexpectedly. Wednesday morning I was home when Craig's mom dropped by and decided to take our son with her to visit her mother for a few days. When I called and told him about it, you could tell his voice was starting to shake. An hour later he called me back and, in a very cautious manner, asked if Adam could come over for dinner that night.

It certainly wasn't lost on me. I tried to be as noncommittal as possible when I said "Sure, why not?"

I started fretting and trembling so bad that I decided to go outside. We have an old swinging seat out there. Within a few minutes I found myself swinging slowly on it, opening and closing my legs slightly each time I went up and back.

It went slowly from that to massaging my nipples, then slipping my hands down under my panties. I must have stayed there for an hour, slowly rubbing myself to a soft orgasm, then another. I don't know how much was anticipation, how much was curiosity about their plans. Seldom do I do it, but that day I abandoned my clit and started jamming my fingers inside myself, slowly at first then much harder and faster.

After only a few minutes I gave it up and went into our bedroom and found an old dildo. Holding it under me, I lay down on my stomach and humped like crazy, bringing myself to a noisy orgasm before collapsing into a sleep.

When I got up I realized that I had nothing to prepare for company so I went to the store. I kept imaging that everybody in the store could see and smell my wetness. As soon as I got in the car I started rubbing myself again, very lightly through my jeans. Halfway home my hand went under them. By the time I got home I let the garage door down and didn't even bother getting out of the car. Instead, I was caught up in a wailing, body jerking climax, my feet jammed hard on the floorboard and my head pushed back against the headrest. I don't think the rest of my body touched anything, caught in an arched position off the seat.

Normally if Adam was coming over we would eat about eight. Craig called and said that since it was a weekday would six be okay with me. I knew what he was really saying was that he and Adam wanted to create as much time as possible for the night. I said yes.

Knowing that the meal was secondary, I spent little time trying to prepare anything special. Instead, I spent a lot of time on myself. Bathing, hair, etc. I couldn't decide on what to wear. I didn't want to look too anxious. What if I was misjudging their intent? So, I just put on a very skimpy bra and panties but covered it up with a sweatshirt and loose fitting jeans, leaving a tempting short flowered dress in the closet. I picked it up twice but put it back both times.

Craig came home first. I was surprised when he came out of the shower in a tank top and a pair of shorts that did little to hide his cock hanging down loosely under the cloth. Could it have been a coincidence that Adam showed up twenty minutes later dressed almost the same? The only difference was he had on a pair of blue sweat pants. After he gave me a quick hug he went hard and it protruded from his body, sticking out in the loose pants. He obviously wasn't wearing anything under the sweats.

Dinner was essentially ready. I walked back to our bedroom to use the bathroom. When I came out of the bath into our bedroom, Craig came in. He ran his hands all over me and then whispered.

"You look great. Is that what you are wearing tonight?" Then he walked out. I knew he was asking me to change into something a little more daring.

What the heck! That pretty well cleared the air about his intent. I walked over to the closet and pulled out the little dress.

"Will this do?"

He nodded but said nothing. Off went the shirt and jeans and on went the dress. When I walked back in not only was there the audible appreciation, which I enjoyed very much, but also the instant recognition by each of us that we were all in anticipation and on the same wavelength about what was to come.

I know the meal wasn't special, but you would have thought that at least one of us would have eaten SOMETHING! Instead, it was like three birds there, barely pecking at our dinner. Any attempt at conversation was so awkward we gave it up. 

When it was obvious we were in a stalemate, I saw Craig give Adam a little nod.

"Stand up." Adam spoke softly but I knew he meant to be in control. I stood up and stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, my hands wringing slightly in each other.

"What do you want us to do right now?"

"Look at me." It was the best I could do at the time.

"You really mean that you want to tease us."

I wasn't going to answer that.

"Well, do you?" Adam was persistent.

"Yes."

"Lift your dress. Slowly, very slowly." That certainly wasn't expected. I hesitated for a few seconds, but when I realized this was for real I took my skirt in my hands and, very slowly, started bunching it up with my fingers, causing the hem to rise.

"Slower, slower." He must have said it five times. I was inching it up so slowly that just the anticipation was making me wet. I knew they were totally enthralled. I could see it on their faces.

I didn't look down at all, but it was real obvious when I reached the point that my tiny panties were exposed. They caught their breath and made little comments. Without saying a word but only twirling his finger, Adam told me to turn in a circle. Slowly I did it, my dress bunched up around my waist.

"Lean over the counter." Again, the soft voice directing instead of demanding. I leaned over, still holding my dress in one hand while bracing myself with another.

He moved over, leaned down, and started a long trail of kisses, starting low then moving slowly up my legs. It took forever but when he got to the top he kissed all around the waist and high leg bands of my panties. I almost yelped when his hand moved up between my legs and touched me through the flimsy cloth.

"Hold on to your dress. I want Craig to watch your ass move." His mouth moved to mine at the same time that he slid his hand down the front of my panties. His finger stroked my clit a couple of times then shoved straight into me. I jerked forward and couldn't suppress an embarrassing moan.

"Is she wet?" Craig's voice was low and close.

"Soaking. This girl has been playing with her pussy all day. I told you she would."

"Is that right, Amy. Have you been rubbing yourself?"

I winced, wondering if they could see my face turn red.

Well?" Craig knew the answer but wasn't going to let it go.

"Yes."

Adam kept rubbing me, moving from my pussy to my clit and back to my throbbing hole. I made no attempt to discourage it, reacting instead with small moans and a rotation of my ass. I knew that both Adam and Craig could not only hear my pleasure, but was watching it closely as the clinching and release of my muscles made the cheeks of my ass move. Craig finally said something.

"Her cheeks are pulsating as if they are trying to grasp something and pull it inside her ass."

"Uh, huh," was Adam's only response. Then he abruptly stopped.

"What do you want?" I didn't answer, my hips still gyrating from the lasting effects of his fingers.

"What do you want, Amy?" This time it was Craig's soft voice.

I found my voice. Was this really me?

"I want to be fucked."

Craig was right behind me, dropping down for a few seconds to kiss my trembling ass cheeks before coming back up to whisper in my ear. Adam could easily hear him.

"Fuck who?"

I looked up at Adam before I answered. I knew it was stupid to lie and they already knew the answer.

"Adam." There, it was out.

"Where."

"In our bedroom."

There was a slight pause as if the two of them were silently confiding in each other.

"Take your clothes off." Adam had stepped back from me.

I was to the point that it all seemed a natural progression. I still surprised myself that I was able to stand in front of them in my kitchen and do a slow striptease, slowly removing the buttons down the front of my dress and releasing the clasp of my bra without saying a word. I must have been doing well.

"Take it off." Adam spoke for the two of them. I removed my dress and bra, but not my panties. Instead I stepped in front of Adam.

"You do it."

"That's my girl." At least Craig liked the idea.

Instead of Adam just sliding them off, he gave me a little kiss on the mouth before sliding down my body. He went down my neck before spending time with two protruding nipples, then slid on down. When he got to the top on my panties, he took the waistband in his mouth and tugged them slowly and gently down with his teeth. It was a slow, agonizing process for all of us.

Once he got them down to my knees, he lifted each foot and slid them off. Instead of standing back up, he just went back up my legs and nuzzled his face between them.

When his tongue went in, I reacted with a small thrust.

"No, not here."

"Oh, yeah. Right here." Adam wasn't listening to me.

Craig sat in his chair and watched us. Adam spent a long time exploring my body with his mouth and hands, causing me to writhe at the touch and reach for orgasms that he would not allow me to have. Instead, he would back off, letting me hang in a mixture of anguish and pleasure. I was standing there, legs bent slightly and my body moving forward and back in little circles to meet his mouth. His head went between my legs, he slowly teased and tempted me with his fingers and mouth. Coaxing me on, he prepared me mentally and physically for the event bound to come, reaching up to twist my nipples at times.

"I want you to come first," he whispered. We both ignored Craig's presence, knowing he was there but in his own world. Come I did, boiling over from the touch of his tongue and the gentle, then voracious attack from his sucking mouth.

"A-u-u-u-h-h-h-h, u-m-m-m-m-m-m." I looked over at Craig through my moaning. He had that faraway look in his closed eyes, his dripping cock in his hand. He nodded his approval at me.

Adam lifted me and moved me to the couch. He quickly slipped off his pants and laid down, pulling me down on him. I pulled my knees up to straddle him and started rubbed myself up and down his shaft, sliding easily with all my moisture.

Reaching down, I took him in my hand and guided the head to my target. Again, although I had been here before, I was mesmerized with the size of it. Slowly, surely and this time with a little more experience and a lot more anticipation, I started the journey I had been dreaming of the past four days.

Every now and then in life, things are actually as good as you remember. This was definitely one of those times. Slowly, sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure, always in awe, I slipped down on him. Halfway down, when the pressure seemed a bit much, he recognized my dilemma and slowed me down. He pulled most of the way back out then went slowly back in, pumping me slowly with what cock was in me at the time, smothering my moans and groans with his mouth.

Different from Saturday, this time he paid a lot of attention to the little things such as my nipples and ears. He was masterful!! I was so caught up in an erotic, purely sexual cloud that I hardly noticed that he had slowly advanced into me. I knew I was about to come by the time I felt his balls against me.

That did it. He cupped my cheeks and started a very slow grind against me, grinding and circling with his cock rather than pumping as he went in as far as possible. I erupted loudly, not being able to squash the noise or prevent myself from naturally pumping my hips against him. I was fucking him as hard as I could. Mouth open and spewing obscenities, hips rotating and pumping, I was begging for more. He moved his lips from my nipples to my mouth and back, always at just the right time.

Eventually, after a very long time, he managed to turn me over on the couch without coming out of me and he was on top. He took over, pounding me hard, then gently, extracting one little orgasm after another from me. It was to the point that I didn't know which was worse, the soreness I was beginning to feel or the embarrassment of my constant orgasms. 

Through all this, Craig said nothing, instead just sitting there in nothing but a tank top and coming at times when I did. 

Finally, and by this time, mercifully, Adam came in an explosion that was almost frightening. He immediately slumped down on me, totally exhausted. It was the only time in the evening I felt in control.

I was real surprised that, even though he was obviously spent, he stayed hard. After fifteen minutes or so, we moved to the bedroom for some extremely heavy-duty petting, first one and then the other. They took some pictures but they never once touched me at the same time. It was always one on one.

And then Adam left abruptly, just as he had before. He must have been on Viagra or something because he hard was still thrusting straight out even though he had come a couple of times. Just before he left he picked me up and, while standing in the middle of the floor, cupped my cheeks and held me up on him. With my legs around him as well as I could, he slid slowly in and out of me for a while before leaning over the bed and gently putting me down.

After Adam left, Craig started calling me "Adam's Cunt" and screwed me all through the night, not allowing me to come down off my high and definitely prolonging the soreness I felt in my pussy and legs.

I really enjoyed my time with him during that night and the days to follow, but I didn't kid myself about what was driving my sex life and that, deep down, there was even more that I wanted.

I couldn't help but start to let my mind drift. If I responded so wantonly to Adam and enjoyed him so much in front of Craig, what else was I missing? And what would it be like if Adam and I were alone?

I didn't really know if I wanted to pursue those thoughts.



Amy On Loan Ch. 04



That last session with Craig and Adam left me in a real "antsy" mood that I couldn't seem to shake. I went through periods of being disturbed and ashamed of what was happening and then totally overwhelmed with intrigue of what was to come.

When Adam left that Wednesday night, he and Craig left me with a burning and twitching inside that just wouldn't go away. More and more, the idea of being by myself with Adam was starting to creep into my mind. Maybe, deep down, I felt that subconsciously I was holding back when he made love to me because Craig was in the room and I didn't want to appear to be overly appreciative of his skills.

Craig had invited Adam and several other friends over for a full day of football on a Sunday. Originally, they were going to stay pretty late because our local team played the night game. However, Adam suggested that after the first afternoon game was over and they had eaten it would be better if they moved to his house for the second game because our son was home and it would go past his bedtime. I really appreciated his thoughtfulness.

I was in the kitchen by midday, already preparing for guest. It was a bit chilly in the day and near freezing at night so I was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. After I had everything sort of going in the kitchen and before anybody had arrived, Craig came up behind me and started teasing my nipples. 

He lifted my shirt and spent a long time leisurely pleasing himself at my expense. Even though I really appreciated his attention and the long slow kisses, I knew he was building a fire that would not be put out that day.

"Are you going to change clothes?" He was sort of joking as he asked.

"No. Isn't this okay?" I looked down at myself and thought I looked all right.

"Oh, no. You look fine." He walked away without further comment, leaving me hanging there with a tormented bundle of nerves between my legs and questions about his motives.

What was his point? I know that he had preferred something a little more provocative when Adam was coming over, but we were going to have a number of guys there.

On the other hand, he was starting to ask me more and more about the attention I gave to and received from other men. Apparently, we were at a point in our relationship that he wanted to show me off. I didn't quite know if it was pride or just vanity on his part.

So, even though I thought his comments to be a little strange, the meaning didn't get past me. He wanted me to put on something a little more, shall we say for lack of anything else, entertaining?

I was thinking, "What does he want? After all, our son is here, too!"

But I decided I would play his game a little and dumped the jeans for a thin tight fitting white tee shirt that showed breast spilling out of a skimpy bra underneath and a short, loose denim skirt.

What he wouldn't know, and I just did at the spur of the moment, was that I took off my panties, too. After all, I had no intention of actually spending any time sitting in front of these guys and it made me feel sexy and secretive. I was already dripping from his little manipulation of me earlier.

Everything went as usual. The hungry herd arrived, ate and yelled at the television. However, their glances at me weren't lost. Craig seemed pleased and as the afternoon passed I thought that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. And best of all, they never knew I was naked under my skirt.

Several times while I was alone in the kitchen I reached under and gave myself a few little gratifying strokes. It seemed devilish and bold of me.

Some time after they were there and when they were all totally engrossed in the game, Adam walked into the kitchen for a "resupply" as he proclaimed to the group.

Instead, he walked around behind the kitchen counter where I was standing out of sight of the others.

Without a word and with one swift motion, he silently and smoothly turned me around so that I was leaning against the counter.

Without hesitation and certainly without provocation, all at once his hand went under my skirt and up to my wet pussy.

When he felt my naked crotch, he moaned slightly in my ear. I was already soaking wet and he felt it right away.

He wasn't slow, wasn't careful, and wasn't being sensitive. Instead he slipped a finger in me and started slowly pumping me with it.

I jumped from the sudden intrusion and turned my red head to face him.

I whispered, "Are you crazy?" and reached down to dislodge his hand. 

You an imagine my predicament as I was trying to ward him off without making a fuss, while at the same time keeping a close watch on the open door into a room full of others only feet away.

I can tell you for sure it was a losing proposition. I couldn't hold him off very well.

To make matters worse, the finger that was slowly stroking me sped up, becoming like a silent, excruciatingly wonderful machine. It was all I could do to keep quiet and my body was reacting to his hand rather than trying to fight it off.

I'm sure he had every intention of bringing me off, feeding off the excitement of Craig and his friends being just feet away.

And I know he would have if my son hadn't walked in just then.

Instead, he removed his hand and walked away as if nothing had happened. Less than an hour later they were gone. The last thing Adam told me was that they were going hunting the next Saturday.

The following Friday night we both got in bed pretty early knowing we had to get up for their trip. I had been on a high all week that I couldn't come off and Craig kept kindling it with his fingers and mouth but never letting me come. When I started to undress, Craig either detected my mood or was himself pretty well in the mood. Maybe he just wanted a "sleeping pill" to knock him out. Either way, something unusual happened. 

You know as well as I do that when a couple that has been married as long as we have go to bed, we just "go to bed." No particular preparation unless it's a special night. Before I got into bed that night, he asked me to put on something "special." When I asked him "what" but he just shrugged and said, "Whatever that makes you feel sexy."

It was way out of character for him. You know what I mean. You spend all the time and effort to buy something to excite but after the first time they see it on you it goes into the "wrong" side of the closet, never to be worn again.

But when they do show interest, you sure as heck don't say "No." 

So, I pulled out the absolutely skimpiest outfit I had. It was something from pre-baby five years or so ago and I'll admit that even though it didn't fit as it once did, it was very revealing and tempting. More like something that you would see on a honeymoon.

However, for my effort (which really wasn't much) he went after me more like I was a conquest than a partner. Luckily I was already primed and came with him. There was no "seconds" as he rolled over and went right to sleep. I was disappointed a little but not surprised.

We had set the alarm for 5:00 in the morning so that he would be up and out when Adam came by to pick him up to go hunting. When I have to get up early I tend to toss and turn rather than sleep. Plus, it was one of those nights that I just seemed to stay primed, the thought of Adam racing through my mind and Craig's sperm oozing out of me.

Of course, as always, I went to sleep just before I had to get up. When the alarm went off I was still in a sleepy grog so Craig went in and started coffee before he started his shower. He told me he had unlocked the back door for Adam to come in and get coffee.

I came out of my sleepy grog almost panicked! Here I was in this little tiny sheer nothing with a come soaked g-string. I quickly threw on a heavy robe and ran a comb through my hair before I went out. I was surprised to find every light in the living room on since Craig is a nut about keeping unneeded lights off.

Somehow, I wasn't surprised to hear somebody rattling around in the kitchen. Adam was right on time.

We met in the living room, me in my dowdy robe and him dressed to go hunting and with coffee in his hand.

Craig stuck his head out, dressed in just underwear, and announced that he would be out after his shower. What an embarrassment!

Adam and I discussed pleasantries for a minute or so. He was sitting on the couch and I was still standing with coffee in my hand.

As soon as we heard the shower start running, he set his cup down and reached his hand out, indicating that he wanted mine. I reluctantly walked over and gave it to him, not knowing what he wanted.

He took my coffee carefully from my hand and set it aside. Then, without a sound or warning, he pulled me close to him. He was still sitting and I was standing close in front of him.

He started to gently tug on the belt that was wrapped around my robe and held it together. His eyes never left mine.

"No, Adam. Craig's right there!" I couldn't believe his boldness.

"He's in the shower."

"But he'll be out in a second."

"We'll hear the water turn off. I want to see it."

"See what." It was a stupid response. We both knew exactly what he was talking about.

He didn't bother to answer. Slowly he took my belt loose and pulled my robe aside. My pussy was very exposed with only the little g-string providing cover. My top stopped well above my navel so I was showing my entire midriff. 

I looked down at myself just as he was. His attention was locked to an almost exposed mound. If he had paid any attention to my upper parts, he would have seen two very extended nipples apparent through the see thru material.

The sound that came out of him was a cross between a moan and somebody catching their breath. Just the sound of it made me twitch.

"Stop. We can't do this." My voice lacked conviction, I'm sure. It didn't help any that I had placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Listen for the water." That was all he said. 

He reached for the little bottoms and pulled them slowly down my legs, rubbing them between his fingers as he went. I knew he could feel their dampness. 

"Please, Adam. Please." That's all I could whisper. I glanced at the hallway leading to our open bedroom. Then my attention went to the bulge that was evident even through his jeans. I wondered if he could detect the little forward thrust my pelvis made in response to the sight of that limb lumbering to life in front of my eyes.

If so, he didn't let on. Instead he slid off the couch down on his butt and braced his back against the couch. He reached up and slid the robe off my shoulders, letting it drop to my feet. On the way down, his fingers stopped just long enough to gently tweak my nipples. Then his hands moved down and gently pressed against the inside of my thighs, indicating he wanted me to spread them slightly.

I was so nervous I did it without protesting and slightly shifted my feet. Without a word, he pulled me forward to him and his mouth moved to my pussy. And it stayed there for a long time.

My clit and pussy was licked, kissed, sucked, fingered, eaten, nipped at with teeth, tongued. Anything a mouth and hand could do. And he was doing it s-o-o-o-o slowly, so softly. He would take my whole pussy in his mouth, sucking it softly as if trying to swallow it. Then move to my clit, tongue my pussy and back to enjoy my mound.

And my only response was to offer a steady pleading with him to stop with "Craig will be coming out at any time." I couldn't believe he was being so nonchalant about it.

All the time I was pleading and listening to the shower drone on and on. My eyes were closed and I was nothing more than a shuddering, convulsing recipient of the unending pleasure. For all my verbal denial, I had his head clasped in my hands and was guiding it gently into me if not pulling it.

I'm sure my ass cheeks started opening and closing in response to what became a steady offering of just tongue and a rapidly sucking mouth, my clit going in and out of his mouth like a little cock. My legs were bending slightly as I went slowly up and down, pumping against his mouth as if I were fucking it.

When I came I came hard. I didn't bother to watch him or anything else. If Craig could hear me, he could hear me!! I thrashed and wailed with his mouth pulling every emotion out of me straight through my pussy!

I was pounding on his shoulders and didn't care and couldn't stop. As for him, he slowed down just a bit, and then started it all over again. I became sensitive and was backing away in response, so he really took it easy on me. It was like we were starting it all over again, this time very slow and gently. I knew he was trying to coax another climax out of me and I caved in to become a willing partner.

We didn't make it very far. When the shower turned off, the effect was like a gunshot. Adam started sucking real hard and fast on me, totally ignoring the fact that I was dealing with a super sensitive clit. 

"Ow, ow, ow, ow." I was letting out very quiet protests but all the time pumping hard against him again. We both knew we had to stop and stop right then! He reluctantly moved his mouth from me. I quickly grabbed my tiny bottoms and my robe and rushed into the kitchen to put them back on. I glanced at the clock and was surprised at where the time had gone.

I'm sure Adam was trying to adjust himself to hide that hard so prominently displayed. He chose to just sit on the couch.

Craig walked in within minutes. After the usual banter, they left. When they were gone, I sat quietly with my coffee on the couch. My fingers couldn't help but move down and slowly bring me back down then back up again as I still was reeling from Adam's mouth and the unfinished state he had left me in.

But then, through it all came the little doubts again. Craig insisted on me wearing something sexy to bed. He got up before me and opened the house to Adam.

And the shower. Craig is normally in and out in minutes. This morning, he had a friend out in the living room waiting for him to finish his shower so they could leave on a very anticipated trip. Yet, the water was running for over thirty minutes!

Did Craig have an invited "guest" over this morning for some early morning delight? Was he actually taking a shower all that time? Or was he a hidden observer, watching to see how I reacted to Adam when I didn't think he was watching. He had been showing a tremendous interest earlier about my reaction to Adam's advances.

I had questions but no real answers.

And, of course, a pussy that was on fire again. I couldn't get the thought of Adam's mouth out of my mind. And the cock that was so near but so far away.

But most of all what was ringing in my ear was Adam's parting words, whispered quietly in my ear.

"I would love to have you alone." Had my thoughts been telegraphed to him? I knew we could in no way let it happen.

That Monday evening Adam was coming over for a few hours to watch Monday night football. Since Craig could put our son down to bed, I volunteered to give a hand to a friend that was painting her kitchen. I told them I would be back after eleven. I assumed the game would be over by then.

As it turned out, she was totally unhappy with the color of paint and we had to put the project off until she could have the color corrected. I went ahead and stayed there a little while and just visited. About nine, I decided to go on home.

I was driving Craig's car and just parked it in the driveway beside Adam's as he had the garage blocked. Just I was starting to get out of the car, he walked out of the garage and onto the driveway. It startled the heck out of me to have him walk up on me like that.

I guess he saw that he had surprised me and we both laughed it off as he apologized. 

I asked him about leaving so early. He said the game was a total blowout so he decided to go on home even though Craig was frozen to the screen.

It was cold, so I was wearing an old pair of sweats that I didn't mind getting paint on and a lightweight jacket. We stood outside the car and chatted a while. There was no main theme, just everyday chatter between friends.

Pretty soon he started touching me, brushing my hair and touching my face. From there it moved down to him cupping my ass and massaging it. I kept moving his hand away, but he came back. Finally, over my protest, he unzipped my jacket and gently cupped my breast. His kisses went from light and playful to deep and searching.

I reminded him that not only was Craig only an open door away but we were also out in my driveway right beside the street that anybody could walk by.

He said it wasn't likely that anybody would be out fooling around in that cold and I knew he was right. About that time I gave out a little shiver.

He detected it, opened the back door to the car, and sort of shoved me in.

He didn't waste any time. It wasn't so much that he was forcing himself on me, but he was certainly ignoring my protest. He started really kissing me. Not the timid ones I had mostly felt before but ones with abandon that you would imagine between two hot lovers.

Even though my mouth and hands were protesting part of the time, at others they were responding. My mouth would say "No", then lock on him with a hunger that I couldn't explain to myself. 

I reached the point that I allowed his hands free will and he softly, skillfully and with a great amount of pleasure paid attention to my breast. He pushed up my sweats top and his hand was filled with nothing but tit. I hadn't worn a bra under the loose top.

For what seemed like hours but I'm sure was twenty minutes or so, he paid full attention to just my breast and face. He spent a lot of time on my neck and ears, bringing me high each time and then going back to teasing my nipples with his fingers and mouth.

I had wondered what it would be like if we were alone. What would happen if there was no intimidation? It was gratifying and erotic to have Craig watch us and come with me, but there was that nagging sensation that I couldn't fully be me, afraid of responding just a little too much to Adam's mouth and cock and alienating Craig in the process.

Well, this was it!

Like two teenagers in the back seat, Adam shoved my pants and panties down, then off. He lifted himself up as well as he could and removed his own pants and shorts in a very awkward fashion. I felt like a high school girl as we clumsily positioned ourselves in the small back seat, him trying to find a position that would allow what he planned.

There was little foreplay after that. He knew I was wet and verified it with a quick and light brushing of my clit and pussy, sending my hips thrusting up and bringing out a low, long moan. Being outside like that, I didn't feel like I had to be subdued so it was not stifled.

I couldn't believe I was allowing it to happen, right there in the car and right under Craig's nose. It was frightening, crazy, and totally exciting.

When the maneuvering was over, I was on my back with my head against the right door, he was on top of me smothering me with deep, deep kisses, his legs bent back in an awkward position and we both still had out shirts on. All at once it seemed hot in the car and the windows were totally steamed. Anybody walking past or police driving past would certainly be curious as to the reason.

As he poised above me, he took his cock in one hand and guided it into me. There was no "Are you all right with this", "Do you want to be on top?" or anything of the sort.

He was just going to fuck me.

He pressed into me and started a slow but strong motion, inserting himself a little with each stroke. I strained a little against him, and then moved a little bit away in discomfort, then back again. My legs were sort of wrapped around him; definitely grasping him in a way as not only to guide him but also to encourage him in my own way. 




Amy On Loan Ch. 04



I moaned loudly as he pushed forward with little thought to my comfort. It was obvious that this was really his idea of the way to have me, strong, fast and very, very hard with that huge cock forcing into me with no holds barred.

Surprisingly, my body took him willingly and with much less discomfort than I would have thought. Being free of any limits, I became vocal as he plunged inside me, not only swept up in the moment but telling him all about it.

From the introductory entry session thru his steady pounding of me I bet we didn't last five minutes. I boiled over noisily and took him with me, both of us wailing away in voices that could easily been heard on the street.

Then, much to my pleasure, he gave me what had been missing before. Instead of him jumping up or having to recognize Craig as being in the room, he stayed inside me. No photos, no encouraging Craig or vice versus. It was Amy and Adam, exchanging deep kisses and rolling against each other's hips in unison in an absolutely incredible erotic mist.

For once, we were able to start talking. I stayed away from it, but he whispered his desire for me and he had always wanted to have me. I knew he was as caught up as I was but I didn't want to cross that line. I thought my response to his body was enough of a declaration of my thoughts.

Instead, I would ask him teasing questions about Gina, one of his girl friends that I knew. Then I would grind like against him like crazy as he pumped me with that massive tool and vivid stories about what he had done with her. I brought him off again, keeping him inside me and helping him to build back up by softly stroking him with my soft wetness.

I think that he was getting as much out of his stories as I was. Evidently, she was a complete slave to him and did anything and everything that he asked of her. I could see where she could fall under his spell. I can't deny my sexual response to his descriptions of her and their activities. And all this time he was on top of me, never failing to keep some kind of stroking going, even if he wasn't very hard. I wasn't too sure if I was responding most to his descriptions of her or to his cock.

It was, in a word, wonderful!! I regretted having to give it up. But, of course I had to. After five minutes or so of an almost locked in kiss, we put ourselves back together and got out of the car. Luckily, I took the time to put my panties back on.

We stood outside the car for a few minutes. His cold hands went back down into my sweat pants, under my panties, and two fingers went back inside me. I'm not kidding you, after all that had happened I stood outside in the cold, right on the street with my pants pulled down, and let that man bring me to an explosive orgasm with his fingers! It was almost embarrassing me to hold on to him like that and pump my body onto those fingers.

When I walked back into the house, Craig was still watching his game. I was reluctant and surprised when he turned out the lights and took me in his arms. In minutes we were on the couch and he was inside me, amazed and pleased how "wet and open" I was for him. I don't know if it was because I was so "loose" or he was just in the mood, but he stayed in me very softly and gently for over an hour. I couldn't believe that I came again but I did, bringing him with me.

Over the next few days, questions started coming to mind. Always, they were after I had fingered myself to orgasm thinking about it all. Not before.

Is it just an unbelievable coincidence that Adam happened to come out of the house just as I got there? Or was he waiting.

Did Craig just decide to have me on a spur of the moment thing? Or was he just getting his part of a plan between he and Adam.

In short, did they decide to see where this could and would go, giving me a chance to say yes or no to Adam's private advances? And I had definitely said "YES" in a resounding sexual vote.

And last, but not least, there was that very definite, very overpowering response to images of Adam and Gina. While he was fingering me to orgasm outside the car and he knew I was riding a real high, he would hint at the pleasure that Gina and I might find in each other. And, of course, being close to orgasm with my hips grinding into him, I just let him talk. Later I was ashamed that I hadn't denied any attraction to the idea.

So, there I was. Drawn fully into the plot but very concerned about where it was going. I was not prepared to have a one on one affair with Adam. I had a family. And I certainly didn't want to become a mental captive to him such a Gina.

What next?



Amy On Loan Ch. 05



It seemed to be the routine that after something happened between Adam and I, he seemed to avoid me for a while. I'm not saying that I was disappointed about it as I always, without fail, went through an internal turmoil about my actions. At least I held myself accountable for some of it and didn't blame it entirely on them.

And through all that was happening to us sexually, we still had a life outside of the sex and I still had a family to care for. Without him saying much, I thought something was going on with Craig's job. On a Monday, he offered me an invitation "which I was not to refuse" to have lunch with him and others. I knew that the company president and CEO was in town but had no idea why. I tried real hard to dress carefully. 

I didn't want to overdress but didn't want to look like somebody's sister, either. It was cold and brisk, so I wore a dressy pair of jeans but with a sheer low cut white blouse with a tiny bra that showed me quite well. Craig seemed pleased when we met.

I had never met Ross before but reputation had him as a very clever business head that was very liberal to favorite employees and all favorite employees were those who have showed that they can get the job done right and are absolute team players. That favoritism went beyond the employee, evidently, with the spouse as the recipient of his generosity. 

Free trips with him as he traveled and things like that were pretty common rewards. Rumor had it that on those business trips he has a penchant of entertaining wives very well to avoid them getting bored while the husband had to work. He was really a nice man.

He was from Texas and when I met him it was the very definition of him. I heard he was tall. He wasn't tall: he was HUGE! He was about six and a half feet tall and must weigh over 240 pounds. And he dressed the part, wearing an expensive suit over absolutely beautiful cowboy boots. I'm guessing he was in his mid fifties, but the only thing that gave it away is there is just a tinge of gray around the edge of his hair. 

I had no idea why I was there. Craig had kept it very close to himself. When I started talking to Ross, he let it out. You could have knocked me over with a feather.

The company was opening a new operation in Texas and Craig was one of four people being evaluated to become the manager there. The other three were from other operations around the country.

"I fully expect the new management to be a 'team' family and support me fully," he had whispered to me through the meal. I'm not too sure where he was going with that. I heard stories about his lifestyle, but there are always stories any place you work.

He paid me a lot of attention, especially down the front of my blouse. But then again, he paid everybody a lot of attention. Even the waitress was red faced when he treated her like she was the most important person in the room. 

It's just the way he said some things, not so much what he said. It did two things. It made my hair stand up a little on my neck. And even though I had no particular attraction and certainly no intentions, it also caused a light brushing of sensations between my legs. The man was such a mature HUNK!! 

Craig had to walk away from the table for a few minutes and Ross's unabashed attention to my breast was obvious. He touched my hand a couple of times during that time to reinforce what he was saying and it was almost burning.

That Craig wanted the job was unquestionable. He almost trembled when he talked about it. No telling if the opportunity would ever arise again and there was certainly no guarantee that he would get it in the first place.

I had mixed emotions about it. Most of our family is right here. But, the pay increase was almost vulgar and the price of housing was so much more inexpensive down there. We could almost pay cash for a replacement home there after we sold ours. And evidently there would be times when we could come back up here on company business with them paying for the trip.

And the support Craig expected from me was a bit overwhelming. It's not like I could just dismiss it and just let the cards fall where they may. The competition was very strong and Ross made it a point to let me know that when he selects his candidates he considers "everything."

Our company Christmas party was on the Saturday night about ten days before Christmas. Craig invited Ross and we were all surprised to hear that he accepted. I'm sure he can go anyplace he wants to at any time.

The days after the lunch I began to rethink what I was to wear to the party. With all the special attention I was getting lately and the almost nightly probing that Craig gave me concerning my interest and attraction to other men, it seemed that everything I did took on some sort of sexual relevance. I had planned on wearing nice slacks and a Christmas top but I began to think (and at Craig's hint) that I would have to go well past that.

I dumped the slacks for a black knee length skirt that split high up the right side. I knew that when I walked it showed leg about mid thigh and I was concerned about what it would show when I danced. But Craig liked it and moved me towards wearing a black thong and a tiny garter belt that held up some really sheer skin colored stockings making it appear that I had none on. I may have felt a little uncomfortable with it but it sure made me feel sexy.

I was a little surprised when Craig told me that we were going to give Ross a ride to and from his hotel, which was about 45 minutes away. When we picked him up, he was casually dressed and very sweet, complimenting me on my attire and insisting on riding in the back seat. I guess the woman in me couldn't help but wonder how much the jacket he was wearing cost. Our conversation going to the party was casual and entertaining and it was if I were talking to my father.

The party was held in a small private meeting room of a local hotel. They had a real nice buffet and an open bar. It was obvious that the company went over and beyond its normal party due to Ross being present. The open bar was an example even though most were very careful about drinking much with him around.

Most of the lights were on during the feeding frenzy, but once it was cleared they turned down the lights and had a DJ that sort of hosted the party. He was really good and kept it moving with all kinds of music, some of it really funny in order to keep everybody involved. It was really nice.

Ross's attitude at the event was no surprise. He paid attention to everybody, whether employee or invited guest, and charmed everybody in the room. Even though he avoided too much personal contact with the ladies on the dance floor, when the DJ played an old 40's type big band fast song Ross chose an older lady in the company who is a ballroom dancer and the two of them did un unbelievable jitter bug type dance on the floor by themselves. It was very impressive, especially considering his size.

That was his appearance to everybody there. 

Except me.

I didn't get the bums rush from him by any means but about an hour into the occasion he started isolating on me as much as possible. I knew that this party was important to Craig and our family, but he almost shoved me at him. I think it was obvious to him that Ross was not in the mood for "business talk" but rather there for relaxation and entertainment. And he definitely found me entertaining.

At first, it was his arm lightly around my waist. Then it moved to my hip whenever we were the least bit out of open view. From there it moved to him casually brushing the outside of my breast and gently cupping my ass in his big hand. The two times I allowed him to talk me into a slow dance his big body and hands seemed to devour me.

But the worst was near the end of the party. For about thirty minutes, Craig narrated a little slide show about the company and the local employees. Reading a script, he also covered the new facility being built in Texas.

Even though I was doing my best to move around to avoid Ross, what a "surprise" when he sat down next to me in the back of the room. We weren't by ourselves by any means as there were two other people sitting there. It made me uncomfortable, but I certainly couldn't just get up and move without insulting him.

That's when the touching really started and softly whispered comments I wasn't too sure how to take.

"I'll bet old Craig gets a big "ho, ho, ho" when he's with you."

"I know old Santa sure would like to "come" down your chimney."

"You know, even with people around, I find it harder and harder talking to you."

Not to mention numerous comments concerning my figure and what I was wearing. He made several suggestive comments concerning possibilities of what I might be wearing under my clothes. The fact that he was dead on correct was a little too uncanny. It was certainly one of the comments that shook me the most.

Several minutes into it, I had to gently push his hand off my leg. The split in my skirt was baring a lot as I sat and I had to keep adjusting it to cover high enough to keep from exposing the bare skin above my stocking top.

When it was all done he had been persistent enough that, with me being unable to walk away without making a scene, he was casually rubbing my thigh with his open hand. Even though he stayed outside my skirt, his hands had gone high enough on my legs that he found and toyed with my garter belt.

I was petrified with fear yet trembling with anticipation. I don't know what was affecting me the most: the touch of his uninvited hand or the fear of being exposed. Whatever it was, I was breathing so hard and my heart beating so fast that everything was clouded out, including my husband's presentation and the people around me.

Then, he just stopped. He never tried to touch me under my dress or anything. I wondered at the moment what I would have done if he had. Was he testing me in some way?

When it all broke up a little later, he leaned over and whispered to me, "I think you might be a team player that can take us a long way!"

"Thank you. I hope we're all team players here, Ross." 

I had no idea how to actually take it, but it all became even worse when Craig came over very excited and told me that Ross had told him that he saw some "exciting possibilities" that they might discuss before he planned a trip back in early January to "further explore those possibilities and opportunities."

What was I to say?

"Sweetheart, the man has had his hands all over me tonight." That's what I wanted to tell him, but knew he didn't want to hear it. I dreaded the trip back to the hotel with Ross.

When we started to get in the car I again offered to sit in the back.

"You and Craig have so much to discuss. I can just melt away back there."

"No, I'll take the back. Besides, you would be the center of attraction no matter where you sat."

I thanked him for his comments while Craig almost gushed. As I sat in the front and placed my coat over my lap, I could swear that Craig had a hard on. Maybe I would get lucky and fall asleep.

There was no such luck. Ross was sitting right behind me and sat forward in his seat, placing his huge frame and head inches from mine as he talked to Craig. I expected it to be a boring conversation of which I had no interest. Instead I quickly became silently engrossed in everything they had to say. It was amazing all that went into the operation of the company.

It was about ten miles into the trip when I first felt the touch. It was innocent enough, just a slight rubbing on my neck. I didn't know whether I should pull away a little or not. I didn't want to antagonize him over something really harmless. And underneath those thoughts were the actual touch of his hands. Good grief they were huge!!

Their conversation moved on and so did his hands. From my neck he slid carefully and quite skillfully down my arm. I held my breath a little and let it go. But when his finger cleverly slipped around and started brushing the side of my breast, I twisted slowly away from him. It wasn't a big move but it carried a definite "NO!" with it. I was actually surprised and felt proud of myself when I felt his hands back up on top of the seat again.

My little celebration was short lived. I sensed a small adjustment behind me. He had moved to his right just a little, placing him further away from Craig's eyes and slightly to my right. Within seconds, I tensed when I felt the undeniable touch of his fingers on my hip. He had managed to slide his big arm between the side of my seat and the door panel.

Where he was touching me was well hidden from Craig. Not only was it low in the seat but also I had my bulky coat thrown over my lap. At first it was slow, soft tantalizing circles. I felt I could fake it and ignore him, acting as if I didn't know he was touching me. So I said and did nothing.

How childish of me to think it would just go away if I wished it! In no time the little circles were abandoned and his fingers started to creep down. My skirt had ridden up high on my thigh while I was seated so I knew it was going to be an awful short trip to the top of the split of my skirt. When he touched me ever so slightly on my bare leg I almost jumped at the touch, even as I knew it was coming. 

Their conversation never slowed and I glanced sideways at Craig as I carefully moved my right hand down to take his wrist. While I held on tight and tried to gently force it away, he started those slow circles again, this time on bare flesh. But instead of fighting me, he simply let me push his hand down where it went to my knee.

I think it was a bad move and just encouraged him because he slowly started an upward exploration of my leg. My dress parted even more and slid upward as his hands slowly advanced despite my grip on it. He was touching my leg both on the inside and outside, his bare hand making small circles on my skin. All at once he was in contact with the strap of my garter. 

I heard him laugh as he gently started pulling it up with his finger and letting it pop quietly back down on my leg. I cringed, hoping the sound that I heard it make was in my mind and not obvious to either of them. The touching became more brazen until he finally put his hand fully on the inside of thigh above my stockings. I didn't know what to do, still hoping that the whole thing would just go away.

But they didn't. His hands were was slow and deliberate, making it harder to stay openly passive about it. My breathing had increased and my heart was pounding. I couldn't believe it! His advances on leg took forever. What was with me? First Adam, now this!

Finally, with my dress separated way up and his hand well under it, he moved over to my stomach and slowly slid down to my thong. In order to do all this he had moved so far forward in his seat that his face was almost buried in mine on the right side. I reached down and grabbed his wrist with my other hand, now using both to stop him. I didn't fight him so much but put steady pressure on his wrist, trying to force him away from me and let him know he was not to do it. He never got rough or pushy, but just continued the pressure, slowly trying to lower his hand to touch me.

I had no eye contact, watching instead to see if Craig was picking up on any of this. The next five minutes or so seemed like hours, with me trying to ward off his advancing, ever exploring hand. I turned my head to him and shook it but it slowly but it fell on deaf ears and his foraging continued. My legs were clamped hard together and prevented all but just a little brushing across the very top of my mound. Even that was disturbingly sensitive.

It's funny how, in times of distress, odd things come to your mind. I remembered my Mom's advice years ago. 

"The way to avoid becoming pregnant is to take an aspirin. Put it between your knees and hold it there!" That's kind of where I was then, clamping my legs and holding on for dear life. 

I was to the point of desperation, knowing that I would eventually have to relax my hand, both out of exhaustion and the realization that I was not in a position to fight this too much unless I intended to make a big scene.

Then there became one of those defining moments; one where something out of nowhere happens and you react to it even if it was really insignificant. 

Craig laughed out loud.

He was just responding to something that Ross had said, but he laughed out loud. I turned and looked fully at him and glared.

"You son of a bitch! He's over here trying to put his hand on my pussy and you're over there laughing!" The thought burned my mind.

And I angrily reacted to it. I intentionally relaxed my body a little and loosened my grip on his wrist. When my legs parted slightly he lost no time and slid his fingers down, gently making contact over my thong and sliding his finger slowly up and down through the flimsy material. He teased me for a short while, maybe waiting for my reaction. 

I don't know which of us was the most surprised when my only reaction was a very, very subtle rotation of my hips as if I were really settling down in my seat. He picked up on it and used the big palm of his hand to press against the inside thigh of my leg. It wasn't lost on me. He wanted me to open up my legs even more. I did so, lifting myself very slightly and readjusting back into my seat with my legs slightly spread.

He and Craig never stopped talking, chatting on as if they were in a world into themselves. If Craig had any notion, he was certainly masking it well. I think Ross was watching the situation as well as I.

He must have felt secure because he made full contact with me then, cupping me in his hand. After a few minutes of rubbing me with the palm of his hand, my thong had gathered to one side and his fingers made actual contact with my clit. Even though I somewhat anticipated it, his touch still came as a shock and I involuntarily jerked at the contact. 

I looked over again to see if there was any reaction from Craig. For all my apprehension, the little tingle was there, both in the pit of my stomach and between my legs where the light brushing continued. With my feelings of panic starting to give way to his masterful touch, I was definitely starting to become aroused. 

He wasn't a dirty old man off the street, yet it dawned on me that I was really reacting to his touch and I didn't know this guy at all. My breathing continued to increase, my heartbeat was fast, and my hips were starting to move slightly with his teasing. His touch never got rough, but continued as slow, gentle movements as he had from the start. I adjusted my legs a little and became more accessible to him.

That move gave his fingers unabated access to my clitoris and he started rubbing it with vigor, making strong little circles then flipping it rapidly from side to side with one finger. I was a goner!! My hand no longer was pushing his wrist away from me but rather was squeezing it gently and pulling it toward me, encouraging him as if he needed any.

He got the message fully. He abandoned my clit and roughly inserted a large finger inside me. I moaned inwardly and threw my hips forward and then back, impaling myself on it. I couldn't believe he could make me feel so good. As he moved his finger in and out, exploring every part of my crevice with those expert fingers, I realized just how large those hands really were.

He never stopped, moving from the finger penetration back to massaging my clit and then again to the intrusion, causing a non-ending chain of wonderful sensations within me. At times he would tease me, taking his finger out and barely stroking my clit, only to slide it back in one big digit at a time. I looked out the window when my eyes weren't shut, breaking the assault only to check Craig to see if he was still out there in la-la land. He was.




Amy On Loan Ch. 05



"Hey, sweetheart. Your boss is over here finger fucking me!" I telegraphed the message. Couldn't he see it? Wasn't he going to stop it? I know my big coat was masking the body movements but you would think that he would just "know."

It seemed to go on for an hour, but I know now it probably wasn't more than fifteen minutes. He only stopped the action whenever there seemed to be any definite attention from Craig aimed to me. Somehow, I even managed to answer when called upon. 

I have no idea when it happened, but slowly I realized Ross wasn't moving his hand. Instead, I was slowly and very carefully sliding myself up and down on two of his huge fingers, his only action being a slow titillating massage of my clit with his thumb. 

I'm not too sure which happened first. My slow but easily detectable crescendo into an orgasm or the announcement that we were approaching the hotel. I did know my body wanted to happen first. And it did.

I clamped my teeth, held my breath and fixed my stare out the window as I shook inwardly, washed over by a huge orgasm that never in my life would I have thought I could conceal! No body jerking, no noise, just my feet planted firmly on the floorboard and my back pressing hard against the seat.

Deep in the middle of it, I could detect a mischievous chuckle come from Ross and he abruptly removed his fingers from me. I was left there hanging in the middle of coming; my body twitching inside and begging for anything to support the wave of pleasure sweeping through me. It was almost painful and certainly humiliating. 

We had arrived at the hotel. Even before Craig could get out of the car, Ross jumped out quickly to open my door as if to say goodbye to me. Instead, while Craig was out of sight, he took my hand and quickly guided it to his pants. I almost jumped at the contact with his hard cock. He had definitely been entertained.

His gracious farewell to me was if he were saying goodbye to his sister. As I watched Craig walk away from the car with him, I couldn't resist sending my hand between my legs to deal with the unfinished business there.

As I sat there in the darkness of the car I couldn't help to notice not just the demeanor of their conversation but the quick glances they kept giving me. Each of them seemed to be extremely pleased over something.

Things started to mellow down a little and I took the minute to evaluate what had happened. I know I hadn't done anything to provoke or invite. Why did it happen? Was I sending out a signal? But as I watched them, I was still gently rubbing myself as I relived what had just happened. I had to face the fact that no matter what caused it to happen, I had become a willing recipient of the advances. Maybe to punish Craig?

Whatever it was, Ross had thoroughly aroused me and there was no denying it. Maybe the environment in which it happened with Craig right beside us increased the excitement, but he had definitely gotten a reaction out of me and had done it all with one hand!! What ever made him think I would be so easy?

All the way back home Craig could speak only of the possibilities and his open admiration of Ross. He made several remarks about how he had told Ross about how the two of us knew what it took to make things happen.

"He said that it looked real promising for us and that he thought that we were both team players."

I don't really know why, but there was a little concern growing, a little though starting to gnaw from within. About ten minutes from the house, I reached over and patted his leg.

"I'm sure we'll be fine."

Then I moved my hand up a little. For some reason, it was no surprise to find him rock hard. I swore I could feel it pulsating. I looked out the window and a little thought crossed my mind. Surely not.

When we got home and ready to get in bed he was already there, lying on top of the covers with his cock standing out and the lights on. There was no doubt as to his desires.

Instead of lying beside him or mounting him as I normally would, I moved up and straddled his head.

As I slowly lowered my crotch down on his face, he remarked how wet and open I was.

When he closed his mouth over my clit and started to suck, I threw my head back and moaned loudly.

I didn't say it out loud, but it certainly went through my mind.

"If you want a taste of what it's like to be a team player for Ross, here it is!!"



Amy On Loan Ch. 06



The next few days after the incident with Ross were hell for me. I just couldn't erase what had happened, my main concerns mixed between Ross taking advantage of me with such confidence or Craig sitting by so closely as an unnoticing bystander. How could it all have happened so easily? I couldn't help but cry at times.

Thank goodness we were in the middle of the fast approaching holiday. It was always busy enough but this year we were having two teenagers in as houseguest. It was going to be a hand full and it took my mind off it quite a bit. It was just so difficult to sit around and laugh with friends and family when in the back of my mind I could still feel those huge fingers slowly extracting my orgasm.

I don't know if it made matters better or worse when three days before Christmas Adam dropped by when he knew Craig wasn't going to be home. He really didn't try anything but instead gave me a long deep kiss and a beautifully wrapped gift and said, "This is a special gift for you. Wear it Christmas night."

When he left, I opened it to find an extremely provocative negligee from an expensive store in the mall. It was a red and black transparent harem outfit, complete with a short-cropped top that barely covered the half bra and a sheer loose fitting bottom that clasped at the ankles. A little red thong went under that. It was sultry at the very least.

When Christmas night arrived I was, at a minimum, completely worn out. We had visited several homes during the day and it had been nonstop from early morning. Although I totally enjoyed it, it had been tiring. 

My mother had taken our son for the night as she was going to visit even more family. I felt a little funny about letting him go but the day was practically over and there were still gifts waiting for him, as if he needed them. After we had a light dinner I was surprised when Craig told me that he was taking the two kids to a movie (that he knew I would not go see). It was a fairly late start for the movie and he said that they were going to stop by a local all night diner on their way home.

Actually, I was a little relieved. I was going to have some quiet time to myself that was desperately needed. As soon as they left I put more logs on the fire and just sat back and watched it for a few minutes.

As I was thinking through everything that had happened, I thought of the red outfit that Adam gave me and the fact that he had specified that I was to wear it "Christmas Night." After a while, the thought of it piqued my curiosity and I went in and put it on. 

I was able to really look at myself without being rushed. I think the thing that I found most appealing about it was the bra. Instead of it just showing me well and giving support, it was more like two shelves holding them up, not only bolstering them but putting them on full display with only the bottom part covered. My nipples were totally exposed.

"All dressed up and nowhere to go" crossed my mind. I knew I would be in bed by the time they got back so there was no telling if Craig would even know I had worn it. Did he know Adam gave it to me? After all, there had been some activity without Craig's knowledge. Should I take it off and hide it before he got home? I went back into the living room, sat down, and just watched the fire place burn. I didn't want to break the tranquility by turning on the television or anything. 

It didn't take but a few minutes before my fascination with my attire got the best of me. I started slowly massaging my breast through the transparent cloth, quickly lifting even that so that I had direct access to my nipples. After several minutes of slowly touching them, it turned from tantalizing to almost being torturous. 

My left hand remained but my right slid slowly down my stomach and under the sheer bottoms. I gently stroked my stomach just above the thong for a while, teasing myself before I went under the leg band of the thong and found my clit. It seemed to be already swollen even though I had yet to touch it.

I took it real slow, not being in a hurry for it to end. I let myself completely go, thinking of what possibilities there could have been tonight yet somehow satisfied with the self- pleasure my fingers provided me. The more I did it, the further I slid down on the couch. In a while, I was totally prone on it with one leg hanging off the side. 

The more I let my mind roam, the more of a picture formed in my mind. When I heard the back door open, not only was I not surprised but also I already knew who it was. Adam gave me this outfit to wear "Christmas Night." Craig left with our company to go where he knew I wouldn't. This was a set up. Craig had given me to Adam for a Christmas gift and he was here to unwrap his gift.

I didn't even bother to stop what I was doing. When Adam stepped around the corner I just looked at him without saying a word. My fingers were still at their task of pleasing my nipple and now very hard clit. The sight didn't seem to surprise or startle him. Instead, he walked right up to me and slowly started taking off his clothes. When his jeans came off and that massive hard was standing straight out, I responded.

"M-m-m-m." I knew I moaned a little and my hips lifted slightly in response.

"Don't stop." He more whispered than spoke. 

Between the pleasure of my fingers and watching him I think I was in a little of a trance. It didn't bother me to be the center of his attention, rather just added to it. I watched him slowly stroke that shaft that would soon be mine and it didn't take too long for it to over power me.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh." I started grunting little sounds while I quickened my pace with my fingers and my hips began a steady rolling, rising and lowering slightly while doing a slow rotation. My legs went straight out and were stiffened to the point my toes were extended.

"Come inside me." I didn't beg or anything. I just made a quiet little statement.

He was standing right in front of me. I had to look straight up and around his cock to see his face.

"Finish."

It was like his one word was a command I couldn't refuse. I immediately went into a loud, spastic orgasm. I closed my eyes during it, not just in pleasure but to avoid the embarrassment of looking into his fixed gaze. I knew he wasn't missing anything.

Much to my surprise and a little to my dismay, he never said anything or touch me for some time. Instead, he let me slowly bring myself down. As I reached that lower level again and continued to barely rub myself, I knew that this was not new to him. He had been here before and knew what he wanted and how to handle it. How many times had Gina performed for him, maybe even for others so that he could watch.

Finally I stopped rubbing and with my hands still touching but without motion, I looked into his eyes. He stepped forward and lifted me on my feet. Slowly, oh so slowly, he started kissing me. My head, my face, arms, hands. Everyplace. 

Then he started taking my top off, leaving a trail of soft kisses for every inch of clothing removed. He left my bra on and must have spent ten minutes caressing and kissing them as they flowed over the top.

Next came the bottom. He slowly slid them down, again in a trail of wet, warm touching from his lips and tongue. I closed my eyes and swayed with his touch. I remember thinking to myself that if nothing else even happens, this was worth the price of the ticket.

Finally I was standing only in the red bra and thong. He gently grasped each of my bottom cheeks and lifted me off the floor, kissing me deeply as I hung there in his hands with my arms tight around his neck and my legs wrapped softly around him. I thought I was about to come just doing that.

Staying as silent as he had been, he released me and took the quilt off the back of the couch. He spread it loosely on the floor in front of the fireplace and led me over. I went down on my back and he spread me wide. Leaving my thong on, he brushed it aside and without fanfare or preparation, guided his swollen head into me and slipped in a little.

As wet and prepared as I was, I still wasn't ready for the invasion. I moaned in some mixture of pleasure and pain, bucking my body back to avoid the intrusion then back up as if to accept it. He slid in deeper and then just stayed there motionless for a long, long time.

Then it started. Long, slow strokes that filled my pussy and senses, then fast shorter ones that tantalized me, then back to the slow action. When it was evident I was ready, it turned to very long, very hard and very fast strokes. I bellowed like a cow and thrashed through my orgasm. 

He was as fascinated as I was with my bra. He couldn't stop kissing and sucking my breast. 

I had suspected of him before but I knew he had to have been on Viagra or Cialias or something. He had an orgasm twice yet he never went soft. There were times that I knew he was very sensitive and I would let him go very, very deep inside of me while we lay there almost motionless. I would almost come just doing that.

He went up on his knees and elbows with me below him. His head was barely inside me. At his instruction, he made me start raising myself up just a fraction at a time. Using my arms around him and my legs wrapped around his, I had to use my strength to move up his cock just about an inch at a time and then stop. I waited there just a few seconds, then took another inch. 

It wore me out but was hugely erotic! He called it "Crawling the cock" and told me Gina was a master at it. Once I would get to the top and he was totally buried in me, he would have me slowly glide back down so that my back was on the floor. Then he would plunge unmercifully down upon me and pump long and hard for about ten or fifteen strokes. Then we would start it all over again.

He finally got what he wanted. I was suspended half way up his cock when it hit me and I came. He made me stay there during the entire orgasm, dangling midway up his cock. It resulted in my pussy going rapidly up and down in a natural reaction to my orgasm, causing it to literally suck him off. 

It was totally terrific and left me completely exhausted. But instead of letting me rest, he flipped me over on top of him and made me slowly pump him for a long, long time, insisting that I reach the top of his head each time. I'm not sure I ever left some state of orgasm.

He stayed for over two hours before he and I both knew he it was time for him to leave. I really thought there could not possibly be any more surprises. He put me on my stomach and entered me from behind, going very, very deep inside me. His arms wrapped me and he grasped me tightly with his legs. I couldn't move at all, almost to the point that I felt he had me tied up. He began a slow rocking motion deep inside me that was going to blow my mind and I knew it.

Then he quietly spoke. He had hardly spoken all night.

"What did you think of Ross?"

What an odd question at this time. I thought my answer over before I spoke.

"He's a real nice person as far as I can tell. He seems to like everybody and they like him."

He stayed silent for a while, those slow rocking motions really starting to take affect on me.

"Are you going to fuck him?"

I was totally taken by surprise and fully flabbergasted by his question. My head shot up so fast I hit his chin.

"NO!!"

He didn't say anything but instead increased the rocking motion. Even through my anger of him asking such a question I was responding to that wonderful motion.

When he spoke again it was very soft. It wasn't a plea, a warning or anything like that. It was more like he was just giving me a useful piece of information.

"You know you're going to have to screw him if Craig gets that job, don't you? He's not going to be satisfied with just a finger fuck." 

I froze in place with my mouth open. That sure answered the question I had about the car ride. My voice was shaking with hurt and anger when I spoke.

"You know about that?"

"Jeez, Amy. Do you think you can sit right beside Craig and come without him knowing? Of course he knows about it. He said your ass was squirming on the seat within minutes after Ross got in the car. He sat in the back seat and reached his arm around the seat and fingered you, didn't he."

His voice was so soft. It wasn't like he was interrogating me, but more as if he was letting me get it off my shoulders. I waited a while before I answered. I was really upset and in tears. 

"Well?" He wasn't going to let it go.

"Y-e-e-e-e-s-s-s-s." I wasn't crying out loud but I certainly was inwardly.

For that response, he rewarded me with a few hard fast strokes. Maybe it was to make it easier for me to come clean or maybe just for his enjoyment. 

"Tell me what happened." Even as upset as I was I think he knew I was near an orgasm and he wanted to catch me in the middle of it, knowing I would lose control and tell anything while I was caught in the process of coming. It took a minute or so of him backing off than pleasing me again before I broke.

"I couldn't stop him." Then, in a voice mixed with shame and excitement, I told him what had happened. He wouldn't let me skip any detail, stopping me sometimes and coaxing very detailed information out of me.

"Did he play with your tits?"

"What kind of panties did you wear?"

When he insisted time after time that I tell him about Ross ramming his fingers in me, I got as caught up in it as he. The pumping stopped and we both seemed to simultaneously freeze in place and come.

There it was. Out in the open. I knew that they were best of friends and that this was really a message from Craig to me. Adam was just delivering it in order to feel me out.

Neither of us spoke again. Instead, he started pumping me again even harder, not allowing me to come down off the orgasm and going to very long full strokes. I came a final time, this time very softly and calling out his name. Ten minutes later he was gone. Before he left he made me promise not to take the outfit off or clean myself. I knew he was saving "sloppy seconds" for my loving husband.

I didn't bother to argue or think about it, going straight to bed after he left full of questions and his seman. Forty-five minutes later they all came in. Craig came straight to bed, pulled our covers back and immediately went down on me. He sucked my clit and licked me for a long, long time. Even as over sensitized and fully satisfied as I was, he still brought me over in a real slow, real powerful orgasm.

He entered me and came instantly. We both went to sleep with him going slowly soft inside me. It hadn't happened like that very often and it was just about as satisfying and enjoyable as the sex itself.

The next morning it all washed over me, though. About noon I was alone with the girl, having a quiet and very nice conversation. I asked her about the movie and what they did afterward. I had a little thought.

I asked her if Craig had by any chance received a call on his cell phone late last night.

She said that he had while they were at the diner. When I asked if it was a long call, she just kind of shrugged her shoulders said no, that it was funny because actually all he said was "How did it go" and "What did she say." He had listened for a while and then hung up.

It didn't surprise me.