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Brian's Story

By: elia_cdl



"Jeeezzzzuuusss Christ!" 

I looked at the guy on the stool next to me and he nodded toward the mirror behind the bar. "Is that hot or what?" 

I saw the couple on the dance floor that he was talking about. "They do look pretty hot alright." 

"Yeah, and that ain't his wife." 

"Oh?" 

"Nah. He's with me. We're just here for the day and couldn't get a decent flight out so we're spending the night here." 

Here is the local airport Holiday Inn. All the businessmen stay here. The food is edible; the drinks are reasonable; and you don't have to worry about getting into trouble in the wrong side of a city you don't know. Every airport Holiday Inn in the country is where you'll find the traveling businessmen. 

In this particular one you might also find my wife and I. We've found the airport Holiday Inn to be a great place to go out and do things you might not want relatives, friends, or neighbors to know about. 

"The only thing keeping him from fucking her right now is the clothes they're wearing." I have to admit he's right. My wife has her hands on his friend's shoulders like she's trying to push him away. That just gives him better leverage, with his hands on her ass, to pull her pussy against his groin. They're both fucking back and forth, driving their groins together. 

She's wearing a dress like movie stars wear to the Oscars. One with a plunging V neckline. It plunges right down past her belly button. Every time she moves just right you can see her incredible nipples. When she's turned on, like right now, they're about an inch long, hard and bright red. They really stand out against her pale white skin. 

"Boy, I'd sure like to get lucky with her." 

"Maybe you can." He gave me a calculating look. 

"You know her?" 

"Oh yeah. I know her very well." 

"You her pimp?" 

"Nah, she's my wife." I'm glad he wasn't looking at me when I told him because he lost a mouthful of beer. I laughed at him. 

"What the fuck, man?" 

"She wasn't always like this. When we got married she was very prim and proper. Too much so if you ask me." 

"What changed her?" 

Well, it started about two years ago on our 10th anniversary. I'm the kind of guy that's always on the lookout for a glimpse of tits, or maybe a beaver shot. I even wanted Michelle to wear some sexy clothes so I could get an occasional, unplanned look at her charms. 

She wouldn't do it. Always worried that someone else might get a look. I tried to convince her that was half the fun. Nope. Absolutely no revealing clothes. 

The clothes she chose to wear were long skirts, and a bulky sweater or a blouse and vest. She even wore those industrial strength bras to unecessarily hold her 34B tits in place. The kind that completely cover the tits and don't allow any bounce or jiggle. Panties had to be plain white cotton. What a shame. 

In the privacy of our own bedroom it was a different matter. She would do anything to please me then. It didn't matter what she wore, or didn't wear, as long as we were in private. 

When she said she was afraid some other guy might get a look at her it caused a little tingle in my cock. In a way I thought I might like it if another guy got a look at her. I thought it might be a turn-on for both of us. No way would she even consider it. 

For our 10th anniversary we had a quiet dinner out planned. Babysitter arranged for the kids and reservations at a great restaurant. Then I got tied up at work. I called her and told her to take a cab and I would meet her as soon as I could. She sounded disappointed but said OK. 

She had been telling me for about a month that she had a surprise for me. She was giggling and carrying on so much about it I was beginning to get irritated. I'm not that fond of surprises anyway and the way she kept talking about it just rubbed me the wrong way. 

But, let me tell you, it was definitely a surprise. One well worth waiting for. I had almost given up hope of ever seeing anything like it. 

When I got to the restaurant I found her sitting at the bar with three guys hitting on her. She was laughing and enjoying all the attention. But, when she looked over and saw me she immediately excused herself and came over and gave me a big kiss. 

I think my jaw came close to hitting the floor when I saw the way she was dressed. Her skirt ended about 4 inches above her knees and her blouse was pretty close to being a see-through. Not only that, it wasn't buttoned all the way. 

As we walked out of the bar and into the dinning area I could tell she was turned on. Her nipples were poking holes in her blouse. At first I thought she wasn't wearing a bra. It turned out she had on one of those lacy bras that don't really hide much. Since her blouse and that wispy little bra were both white I could even see the color of her nipples showing through. 

Talk about hot! I wanted to take her out and screw her right then! 

On the other hand, now that I knew what was going on, I wanted her to go back and flirt with those guys again so I could watch! I didn't really know what I wanted other than some relief for my raging hard-on. 

Her face was flushed and I could tell she was a little uncomfortable about being caught flirting. Especially the way she was dressed. After all, she had dressed that way just to please me not a bunch of horny guys in a bar. She unexpectedly ended up kind of enjoying it herself. When she saw my bulging pants she gave a nervous little giggle. 

After we were seated she looked at my boner and asked if she had caused that. I told her she was definitely the cause and she was also going to get to enjoy the job of returning it to normal very soon. "Not soon enough." 

While we ate she asked if I was mad at her for dressing that way and talking to those guys. I admitted to being a little jealous, but definitely not mad. I told her that watching her had caused me to have a bit of a queasy feeling. I explained my mixed emotions. I was horny and excited and at the same time I was scared. 

I saw she was about to cry because she had caused my discomfort so I told her that I had developed my hard-on while I was watching her flirting. It just got harder when I saw how she was dressed. 

"Babe, it hurt and felt good at the same time." 

She was still apprehensive about my feelings and wanted to run home as soon as we finished eating and throw away those clothes. I told her we had to stay a little longer as I wanted to have a drink before heading home. 

"Honey, I don't want to make you hurt anymore." 

I told her it was nothing I couldn't handle and that any time it hurt too much I would put a stop to it. In fact, I wanted to show her off in the bar. I was sorry I hadn't been there when she first walked in. 

With dinner finally out of the way I pulled a box out of my pocket and handed it to her. She beamed as she opened it and found a long gold necklace with a beautiful pendant. After a lingering kiss she asked me to put the necklace on her. She wanted to go to the ladies room to see it in the mirror and I told her I would be waiting in the bar. 

I entered the bar and went to the table farthest from the door. I wanted to enjoy the sight of her walking all the way across the bar in her sexy new outfit. 

A few minutes later she was standing in the entryway looking around for me. I could see her blushing as she walked over to my table and sat down. There wasn't a man in the place that didn't turn to look. 

"Do you really like for all these men to see me dressed like this?", she asked when she sat down. 

"Hell, I'd like them to see you undressed!" When I saw the distressed look on her face I said I didn't mean it. But deep down I knew I did. Hell, right then I wanted her to get up and dance nude on a stage. 

She didn't understand how letting other guys see her body would be a turn on for me. But she said if I really wanted her to she would try to do it some more. I told her I didn't understand it either, but I sure felt it. 

I asked her if she wasn't a little turned on by dressing like that in public and she admitted it was kind of fun, but she was really only doing it because I wanted her to. 

Our love making that night was the hottest ever. I hadn't had four erections in one night since our honeymoon. "Honey, if I'd known what kind of effect it would have, I would have dressed like that a long time ago.", she giggled. 

We didn't get to sleep till 4:00 in the morning. 

After about two weeks of our old routine I told her to get a babysitter for Friday night and to wear her sexy clothes and we would go out for dinner and dancing. She said she couldn't go out that way again because one of her friends might see her. She thought she could have explained it as a one-time thing she did just for our anniversary. But there was no way she could face any of her friends if they saw her like that now. 

That's when I got the idea of the airport Holiday Inn. None of our friends would be there. 

Friday night we did go to dinner in the Inn restaurant, and then we came in here for a drink and some dancing. Most of the businessmen had left town for the weekend, but there were still a few hanging around. Believe me, they all gave her the once-over when we came in here. 

After one dance we sat down in a booth and had a drink. That's when I got this crazy idea. I saw a guy head for the men's room and I followed him. While I was washing my hands I asked him if he would mind joining us. I explained that Michelle bored with my usual chatter and wanted to dance some more. I also told him my back was a little sore and I would just like to sit down and have a couple of drinks. 

His face lit up at the suggestion. "You bet. No problem." 

When I got back to our table I told Michelle that Don had asked for permission to dance with her and I had told him it would be OK. She was nervous about it and asked if I was sure I wanted her to dance with someone else the way she was dressed. I assured her it would be all right and he could even join us at our table so she wouldn't feel too conspicuous dancing with another man when everyone had seen her come in with me. 

A minute later Don walked over to our table and asked Michelle to dance. She gave him a nervous smile and nodded her OK, and they headed over to the dance floor. 

It was comical in a way. They both were obviously afraid of crossing some line. The first song was a slow one and Don held her at arm's length. When the song was over they came back to the table and sat down. 

I could see they were trying to be friendly but in a cautious way. I joined in their conversation and tried to lighten the mood some. As skittish as Michelle was I was careful to stay away from any talk of sexy clothes or any talk about sex. 

As we drank and talked we eventually got around to talking about kids. What do you expect from a bunch of parents? It was the best thing we could have done. Michelle and Don both loosened up, and became comfortable talking about their respective kid's exploits. 

Pretty soon they were talking and laughing like old friends. Then Don asked if she wanted to dance again and Michelle said she would like to. I think she forgot about what she was wearing until she started to swing around on the dance floor. Dancing to a fast number caused a lot of action on her chest. Her tits were bouncing with every step and it didn't take long for those hot nipples of hers to stick out, long and hard. 

They stayed on the floor for two dances. They were laughing and holding hands as they came back to the table. When Michelle saw me she quickly dropped Don's hand. They had both forgotten about me. Don said he needed to go to the Mens room and left us alone. 

Michelle sat down next to me still trying to catch her breath from the dancing. She was flushed and I knew it wasn't all from dancing. She was embarrassed that I had caught her having fun with another man. 

I leaned over and kissed her ear and told her how great she looked. She said she was sorry she had shook her body so much on the dance floor. She was ashamed to be so blatantly sexy. 

I took her hand and put it on my hard on and told her I liked it. "No jealousy or queasy feeling?" 

I admitted there was some jealousy and queasiness, but that just made it all the hotter. "Maybe I want a naughty wife." Michelle said she sure felt naughty. Being dressed so sexily and dancing with another man was not proper for a housewife. 

Michelle wanted to leave so we could get home and fuck. I told her OK but first I wanted to see her dance with Don one more time. To a slow number. I stroked her leg as I whispered that I wanted to see him hold her close. 

With my hand sliding up her leg, under her skirt, and my fingertips just brushing her panties, she gasped and grabbed my arm. That's how Don found us when he walked up. I think he was embarrassed to walk up on us without realizing until he was right beside Michelle that I was fondling her pussy. 

He started to sit down and Michelle jumped up and asked him to dance. Don straightened back up and took her by the hand and they headed to the dance floor. I was having a little difficulty breathing as I watched them. 

Once on the floor they just kind of flowed into each other's arms and started moving slowly to the music. I could see Don pull Michelle close to him and caress her back as they danced. The longer they danced the closer they got. 

Michelle rested her head on Don's shoulder. She gave a little jump the first time his hand slid down her back and onto her ass. She looked at me to see if I had seen and I smiled at her. When I did she relaxed against Don and allowed his hands to fondle her ass. 

As the song neared its' end she slipped one leg between Don's and started rubbing her pussy up and down his thigh. I couldn't hold back a groan at the sight of my naughty wife humping another guy's leg. My cock was about to split my pants. 

I frantically adjusted the bulge in my pants as they walked off the dance floor. I saw that Don kept his hand on Michelle's ass all the way to the table. As soon as they got to the table, she breathlessly told me she was ready to go. 

As I was sliding out of the booth, Don turned her head and gave her a kiss. I almost tripped when he casually reached up and rubbed her left tit as they kissed. I stared open-mouthed as Don's tongue forced its' way into my wife's mouth and he openly fondled her breast. 

I couldn't control myself. I reached out to take Michelle in my arms and pull her away from Don. My mouth quickly found hers as Don relinquished her. But even as I was kissing my wife, Don continued to rub and squeeze her tits. 

Michelle was trembling in my arms as Don and I shared her. I felt like I was on fire and I knew I had to get her out of there RIGHT NOW, or I was going to fuck her right there on the table. 

I finally pulled her from Don's grasp and hurried her out of the lounge. 

When we got to the car, I didn't even unlock the door. I just pulled her dress up and pushed her against the car. In my lust I ripped her panties out of the way as she pulled my cock out of my pants. Without a pause I shoved my cock into her dripping hole. Instantly, our bodies were slamming together. 

Michelle had never been a vocal lover but now she was literally screaming for me to fuck her. I was growling like a crazed animal as I drove into her, denting our car with her ass cheeks. 

It only took a couple of minutes before I was firing my load of white hot cum up her pussy. Michelle screamed at the same time, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming." 

We stood there as my cock slowly softened. My cum mixed with her pussy juice was flowing down her legs. I didn't want to leave but I knew we had to because it was only going to be a matter of minutes before I would be fucking her again. 

I yanked the door open and roughly shoved Michelle in the car, ran around to the driver's side, got in and peeled out of the parking lot like a hot rod teenager. 

I made record time racing home with Michelle's hand squeezing my leg as she urged me to go faster. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road and not on my wife's cunt. Her dress was up around her waist and her legs were spread. Her pussy continued to leak our juices on the car seat all the way home. 

As soon as we got home we ran into the house and I pushed Michelle over the arm of the couch and started fucking her again. Michelle started screaming again as I drove my hard cock in her sopping wet hole. My sweet wife began having one orgasm after another from my first entry into her until my cock erupted and spewed a load of hot cum deep in her. 

It was difficult to move after the exhausting fucking, but we finally made it to the bedroom and fell into each other's arms in bed. Michelle kissed me softly and said she was sorry for being so nasty while dancing with Don. 

Before I could tell her it was all right she was already asleep. 

The next morning Michelle wouldn't look at me. She kept avoiding my eyes until I put my arms around her and kissed her. She buried her head in my shoulder and cried about how naughty she had been last night. 

I held her and told her it was all right. "Besides, it was my idea. You were just doing what I wanted you to do." 

With her face pressed against my shoulder I could barely hear her say, "I know, but I liked doing it." That brought on a fresh outbreak of tears. There was nothing I could do except hold her and pet her and try to reassure her that she wasn't a bad person. And I know she could feel my hard cock rubbing against her.

She moved around the house all morning avoiding me as much as possible. Finally after eating lunch I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I had her stand in the middle of the room and started undressing her. "Honey, what are you doing?" I silenced her with a kiss and continued. 

She didn't know what to do when I pulled her panties off. She was embarrassed to just stand there with nothing on while I gathered her clothes and took them to the hamper. Then I went to her closet and brought out a nice conservative white blouse and a long skirt that buttoned up the front. 

I pulled the skirt around her and buttoned it, then did the same with the blouse. She started to say something and I just kissed her again. 

"Now listen. We're going for a ride. You're dressed like you usually do so there is nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. What we did last night was fun for me, and I think you enjoyed it too. I'm sorry you feel bad about it but there was really nothing wrong with it. When it comes to sex whatever feels good is OK. No matter what your friends say." 

She looked down for a minute then said, "I'm not quite dressed like usual. Usually, I wear panties and a bra." When she looked back up at me she was smiling shyly. 

I gave her another kiss and said, "Let's go for a ride." 

"OK". 

Once we were driving I asked her if she was comfortable and she said she was. 

I drove out into the country and stopped at a wine tasting place. We went in and had a couple glasses of wine, then back on the road. 

I asked her if she was still feeling all right and she said she was feeling mellow. She's not much of a drinker so those two glasses of wine had an effect. 

I pulled over to the side of the road and leaned over to kiss her. As we kissed I unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and slipped my hand inside to rub her tits. I could feel her nipples growing as I continued working on her. Once I had her nipples fully hard I undid another button on her blouse. 

Then I moved back behind the wheel and took off down the road. When she realized that her blouse was open she started to button it, "Don't. I want you to leave it open for me." She looked at me and I could see her face flushing, but she put her hands back in her lap. 


Brian's Story



"Mom, can we talk?" Brian said, standing at the doorway to my mother's bedroom. 

Lisa was lying in her bed reading a book, one of those dime store romance books, soft porn disguised as novels. She looked up at her son and smiled, as she patted the bed beside her. Brian couldn't help but notice her erect nipples poking against the fabric of her silk nightgown as she shifted her position to make room for him; he had been noticing things like that more and more as of late. As he sat down on the edge of the bed, she leaned over and placed her book on the night stand, her movements serving to pull the fabric even tighter against her flesh, outlining the fullness of her breasts and the erect nipples. 

As Brian sat there staring at her breasts through the thin fabric, he felt his cock beginning to harden. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. A mistake, as soon as he closed his eyes, images of his mother's naked body flashed through his mind. He shifted around, placing his hands in his lap to try and cover the growing erection. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. 

Brian opened his eyes, sighing in relief when he saw that his mom had repositioned herself, and the nightgown was no longer stretched taught against her flesh. She stared at him questioningly as he sat there, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. He had planned this all out in his head, but now that he was here in front of her, his whole planned out conversation seemed ridiculous. A son just didn't go up to his mother and say what Brian had intended on saying. There are just some lines you don't cross. 

"What is it, Brian?" she asked, becoming impatient. 

Brian took a deep breath and started speaking, slowly at first, but then like a dam letting loose, it all flowed out. He told her about his failed attempts at sex with Kelly. With each statement, the next became easier, the words flowing off his tongue easier and easier with each sentence. She just sat there, not even a nod of understanding, or a look of embarrassment.

"What do you mean it swells up?" Lisa said, after Brian explained Kelly's reason for breaking up with him.

"Just that, mom." he replied. "It swells up until it's huge. It's so big, Kelly says it hurts her."

Lisa couldn't help but glance down at the bulge in Brian's shorts. She had to admit it was a rather large bulge, but by no means was it abnormally so. 

"Well Brian," she began, her voice calm and controlled, "I'm sure you know about how sex works. It's quite normal for a man's, uhm, penis to swell up during sex. Usually, the more excited he gets, the more blood flows into his penis, making it swell." 

"And as for Kelly, maybe she just wasn't able to handle you. That doesn't mean other women couldn't. In fact many women prefer a slightly larger penis, when it comes to sex." she said, at the same time thinking to herself, "God knows I do!"

She reached out and grabbed his hand from his lap, pulling it to her lips and giving it a quick kiss. As she did, Brian quickly moved his other hand to try to cover the obvious bulge. 

"It doesn't just get big, mom." Brian said, his face turning red with embarrassment. "It gets huge. Kelly said it's a monster."

"Look, Brian. I don't know what else I can tell you. If Kelly say's it's huge, then maybe to her it is. Still, I bet that you will find someone who can appreciate your, uhm gift." Lisa said, finding that she kept glancing at his crotch as she spoke. "I don't know, maybe you should find a girl with, uhm, a bit more experience." 

"Now, I invited your Aunt Julie over for dinner tonight. She's been really depressed since the divorce, and I was hoping a night of cards might cheer her up. How about you run down to Leomin's and pick up a couple of pizzas while I get a shower and get dressed?" As she said this she leaned back over again, grabbing her purse from the floor. His eyes followed her, and as she reached out for her purse, he could see down her nightgown, one entire breast nipple and all clearly visible. He thought he was going to explode in his pants. 

"Oh, and pick up a bottle of wine from Lighthouse." she added as she sat back up and handed him the money. 

Brian slid from the bed, keeping his body turned away as he stood up. His mom had already grabbed up her book and was reading again as he headed toward the door. He had just stepped out of the room and was about to close the door when she called out to him. 

"And Brian," she said, looking up at him, "Don't worry; things have a way of working themselves out. Just give it time. You're barely twenty-one; you have your whole life to find the right girl." 

Brian just nodded and tried to smile as he slowly closed the door. 

Lisa waited until she heard the front door close. She had known for some time that Brian had been stealing her underwear. She had found several pair stuffed in the bottom of the hamper with dried cum on them. She wasn't even that surprised by how aroused he got when he was sitting on her bed. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his trousers when he was sitting on her bed or the look on his face when she grabbed his hand, her fingers coming dangerously close to that bulge. 

What had surprised her was her own reaction to seeing him so aroused and his candid talk about sex. 

Of course she had tried to blame it on the novel she was reading, but she knew the truth of it. The book fell to the bed as she slid down, kicking the covers off. Her fingers began caressing, exploring her own body, pushing the soft fabric aside as they explored, moving slowly downward, promising at least some relief. 

Leomin's was packed, and they told Brian it would be half an hour before the pizza's would be ready so Brian drove over to Lighthouse Liquor to pick up the wine. As he walked up and down the aisle trying to look like he knew what he was doing, the sales clerk stood at the counter staring at him. After several minutes of staring at bottles without a clue of what to get, Brian grabbed one and walked up to the counter. 

"Special night?" the clerk asked, taking the bottle and running it under the scanner. 

"I guess. I mean, yeah!" Brian replied, not wanting to look foolish if he had bought some sort of wine for special occasions. 

"You know, a special night is always a bit more special with flowers." he said, nodding toward a vase in front of the register. 

"Uhm, sure." Brian replied, pulling two flowers from the vase. "Two of them, then." 

The clerk raised one eyebrow, and Brian wondered if he had screwed up. No matter, now. The clerk asked for his ID. Brian pulled it out, and handed it to him. The clerk raised his eyebrows again as he read it, looking from the ID to Brian and back again. 

"It's me." Brian said, reciting off his name address and date of birth, along with the driver's license number for extra measure. 

The clerk just smiled and handed the ID back before taking the money Brian held out to him. 

"Just had to make sure, son." the clerk said, handing Brian his change and the bag. 

By the time Brian got back to Leomin's the pizzas were waiting. He drove home and carried the stuff into the house. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw mom standing at the counter talking on the phone while trying to make a salad. He put the bags on the counter and went over to help her. She was still in her nightgown, over which she had thrown a robe, left untied in the front. He nodded toward the bathroom and told her to go take her shower, while he finished getting things ready. She nodded at him, and walked away, the phone still held in the crook of her shoulder. 

Brian put the wine in the fridge and the pizza in the oven, before finishing the salad. Then he cleared the dining room table off and set out plates and glasses. At the last second, he remembered the roses, and put one on each of the two plates, one for his mom, and one for his aunt. 

"So what are you going to do?" Julie said, adjusting the phone as she slipped on a pair of lace panties, pulling them up to cover her freshly shaven mound. 

"What do you mean, what am I going to do?" Lisa responded, as she turned on the shower. "What can I do?" 

"Well, the way I see it you got two choices." Julie responded, grunting as she pulled her too tight jeans up. "You can ignore it and he'll just get worse, or you can play match maker, and set him up with some young girl who'll spread her legs. Get the boy laid, girl. If he's as big as you say he is, it shouldn't be much of a problem. He really is that big, huh?" 

"Put it this way." Lisa said, feeling a little uncomfortable, "His hand barely covered it. Christ, when I bent over and caught him staring down my nightgown, I thought it was going to burst right out of his shorts!" 

"God, if I hadn't married your husband's brother." Julie muttered, as she sucked in her stomach and snapped her jeans. 

"Julie!" Lisa admonished, "He's your nephew and my son!" 

"Oh, come on Lisa." Julie replied, starting to put on her bra, but changing her mind, a wicked smile coming to her face. "Tell me you didn't at least think about it. Something that big, I bet you damn near creamed yourself." 

"I did not!" Lisa replied, cursing at Julie for being right. "And that's not the point." 

"Okay, okay!" Julie said pulling her sweater over her head, shivering as the rough fabric dragged across her nipples. "I tell you what. There are a couple of girls I know. I'll talk to them." 

"Uhm, alright." Lisa responded surprised by the how she felt; jealous. "I'll see you in a bit." 

Julie hung up the phone and walked over to her dresser, pulling her sweater down over her jeans. Looking into the mirror she smiles approvingly. The sweater, like the jeans was a size too small, and hugged her skin, forming to the shape of her well formed breasts, the outline of her nipples clear through the rough fabric. 

"Alright, girls." she said, looking down at her breasts clearly outlined by the tight fitting sweater. "I told Lisa I'd talk to a couple of my friends about Brian. What do you say?" 

Lisa stripped down and climbed into the shower, painfully aware that her earlier session after Brian had left had only served to deepen her desire. She stood under the warm spray and closed her eyes. She was in her bed. It was dark out, and a noise had awakened her. There were footsteps coming down the hallway. They stopped, and she heard the handle of her door turn. The door opened, and Brian stood there. He was completely naked and his member, even now she couldn't think of it as a cock, his member was pointing straight out at her, pulsing and twitching. Even in the dim light from the hallway, she could see the fluids oozing from the tip as he walked slowly across the room. 

She felt the bed shift as he knelt down beside her, his hand reaching under the covers to slowly trace a path up her leg. His fingers began caressing her, gently pushing against the fleshy lips of her opening. She could feel her juices starting to flow, covering his fingers as he slid one inside her, slowly moving it around. 

"Ohh god." she cried, wanting to pull away from him, but her body just thrust upward against his intruding fingers. "Ohhh, please, Brian we can't, we mustn't." she moaned as he inserted another finger into her. 

Her body betrayed her, her hips thrusting upward, as her hand reached out to grasp his massive member. 

"We mustn't but god, I need you." she moaned, pulling him onto her, guiding his cock, oh god, his cock into her anxiously waiting body. 

"Stop it!" Lisa thought, stepping back. She grabbed the body wash and hurried through her shower. 

With the table ready, Brian headed to his room, wanting to change before his aunt arrived. As he walked past the bathroom, he saw that the door was partially open. He could hear the shower running, and as he reached out to pull the door closed, he heard a soft moan. He stopped abruptly, listening to his mother. 

"Oh God, oh please, oh, ohh!" she moaned. 

Brian recognized the sounds immediately. As he stood there listening to her moans, his cock hardened, straining against his shorts. His hand dropped down to caress his cock through his shorts as he continued to listen to his mother. 

"Oh yes baby, please, ohh god, Brian." she moaned. 

Brian froze, his hand gripping his cock through his shorts. "Had she just called out his name?" he thought, taking a step backwards. 

He heard her again, using his name. He stepped backwards, moving away from the door, unable to believe what he was hearing. He turned and walked to his room, his mind spinning as he pulled the door closed. 

"Could it be that she wanted him?" he thought, standing with his back to the door. 

By the time Julie pulled into the driveway she was no longer so sure it had been a good idea to dress the way she had. Still there was nothing to do about it now. Parking her car, she climbed out and walked toward the house, the feel of the fabric on her bare tits as they bounced with each step was enough to remove any feelings of doubt about what she was doing. 

Lisa met her at the door, a look of uneasiness on her face. Julie's jaw dropped when she saw what Lisa was wearing, a short cut skirt and a sheer silk top, sheer enough that Julie could see her bra through the thin fabric. The two women hugged then walked inside. 

"Brian, Aunt Julie's here." Lisa called out as the two women walked into the dining room. 

"You would almost think he was getting ready for a romantic evening." Julie said walking up to the table and picking up one of the roses. 

She put the flower to her nose to smell it, but suddenly pulled it away, as one of the petals sprung upward, revealing a lacelike material. 

"Oh my god!" she said, putting the rose down, "Those are panty roses!" 

Just then Brian walked in. "Hi Aunt Julie." he called walking across the room. 

Julie spun around, feeling her breasts sway, the nipples rubbing roughly against the knit. 

"Uhm, Hi Brian." she said, feeling her face flush. 

She picked up her rose, and held it to her nose. "Uhm, thanks for the rose, where did you get it?" she said, letting the loose lace catch between her teeth. She slowly pulled, loosening the binding, and the skimpy lace panties popped out.

"Oops." she said, smiling, "I think I broke it."

"Its alright." she said, seeing Brian blush. "I think they're adorable, don't you Lisa?"

Lisa just stood there shocked by what had just transpired.

"I'll get the pizza and wine." he said walking past then and into the kitchen. 

"I'll get the cards out." Lisa said, frowning at Julie. She had noticed the way Julie's breasts swayed in her sweater and how her nipples were poking out against the fabric. It was totally clear she had come over without a bra. And the stunt with the panties was way over the top. 

"What are you doing, going braless like that." she whispered as she walked past Julie. 

"Like you can talk." Julie hissed in response. 

"What are you talking about, I'm wearing a bra." Lisa responded, stopping to stare at her sister. 

"Yeah, I know. It's a white lace bra that barely covers your nipples. A Victoria Secret bra if I'm not mistaken." Julie replied, straightening her sweater. 

Lisa just blushed and turned away. She hadn't realized just how see thru the blouse was, "Or did I?" she thought, grabbing the cards and returning to the table. 

Moments later Brian entered carrying the pizza and the bottle of wine. They all sat around the table as Brian served up the pizza. Julie offered to pour the wine, but Brian shook his head. He hadn't failed to notice his mother's sheer blouse, or his aunt's nipples trying to poke holes through her sweater. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he damn sure was going to enjoy the view. He moved around to stand beside his mom and bent over to fill her glass, taking the opportunity to catch a glimpse of her breasts through the opening in her blouse. 

Julie sat watching, as Brian ogled his mother's breasts. With the wine glass filled, he paused for a moment, and then moved over to stand beside her chair. As he filled her glass, it was like she could feel his eyes on her. She glanced over and almost gasped at the obvious bulge in his crotch. Lisa hadn't been exaggerating. She doubted that she could get her fingers completely around it and it had to be almost ten inches long. Glancing over at Lisa, she arched her eyebrow. 

The three of them began playing cards. Every time either of the girls' glasses was empty Brian would jump up and refill both of them each time taking the opportunity to stare down their blouses.

They were playing Rummy, and by the time the second game was done, the wine bottle was empty. Lisa had just finished the last bit of wine in her glass, and set it down, looking over at Brian. 

"Sorry, mom." he said, holding up the bottle. "It's empty." 

"Hey, wait a minute." Julie piped in. "How come only your mom and I are drinking?" 

Brian shrugged and put the bottle down. "I don't like wine." he said, holding out his hands. 

"So what do you like?" Julie said, leaning out onto the table, her arms positioned to force her breasts together so that they nearly spilled out the top of her sweater. 

"Well, uhm, rum I guess." Brian said blatantly staring at his aunt's tits. 

Lisa, who hadn't eaten any pizza, was already feeling the effects of the wine. She looked at Brian, staring at Julies tits which were damn near bursting out of her sweater. "And boob's, apparently." she thought. 

"What's that?" Julie said looking at her. 

Lisa put her hand to her mouth suddenly realizing she had spoken out loud. 

"How about you go get some of that rum?" Julie said, returning her attention to Brian. 

"Well, uhm is that alright, mom?" he said, looking over at Lisa. 

Lisa just nodded, her mind whirling with the effects of the wine, and the obvious sexual tension in the air. As Brian got up and headed to the kitchen, Lisa stood up as well. 

"I'll be right back." she said as she headed down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

As Julie heard the door close, she jumped up and headed into the kitchen. Brian had grabbed a bottle of coke and some glasses, and was reaching into the cupboard above the fridge. She walked up behind him quietly slipping her arms around his waist, as she pressed into his back. She felt him go stiff, as her hands reached around to caress his stomach, just above his belt line. 

"Need some help?" she said, her fingers sliding up under his shirt to stroke his bare skin.

"Uh, no thanks." he said, twisting sideways and stepping away from her. As he did he felt her fingers drop down tracing a path across the front of his legs coming within an inch of his cock.

"You know, Brian." Julie said, reaching out and running her fingers down his chest, stopping just below his belt line. "If there's ever anything I can do for you." 

Brian just stood there, staring at his aunt, unable to believe that she was actually coming on to him. His skin tingled where she touched him, and his cock was straining against his pants. She moved in close, her breasts almost touching his chest as she looked up at him, smiling.

"And I do mean anything." she whispered, letting her fingers slide down brushing across his swollen cock.

Just then, they both heard the bathroom door open, and jumped apart, both of them blushing as they headed back into the dining room. They had just sat back down, Brian having to pause to adjust his erection, which caused him to blush even more, as Julie stared at him, running her tongue across her lips, when Lisa came strolling back into the room. Brian's mouth fell open as he looked at his mother. Her blouse was tucked into her skirt and pulled down tight. He could clearly see the outline of bare breasts through the shirt. 




Brian's Story



"Okay." Lisa said, sitting down. "Whose deal is it?"

Julie grabbed the cards, smiling at her sister. "So, mom has joined the game." she thought as she dealt out the cards. 

Brian quickly made up drinks for everybody, and was surprised to see his mother pick up her glass and down nearly the entire thing in one gulp. She paused for a moment, catching her breath, and then finished it off.

"Don't fall behind." she said, staring at Julie as she slid her glass back over to Brian. 

Julie smiled at her as she finished dealing the cards, and then quickly downed her own drink, sliding the empty glass across the table. Brian quickly refilled the glasses, looking from his mother to his aunt. He tried looking at their faces, but his gaze inevitably drifted downward to their breasts. The two women were quite aware of his stares, but acted as if nothing was going on. 

"How about we make this interesting?" Julie said, picking up her cards and looking across at Brian.

"Oh, I don't think so." Lisa said. "We're not playing anything like that."

Julie looked over at her, acting like she had no idea what she was talking about. "I was going to suggest truth or Dare." she said. "Whoever wins the hand can truth or dare either of the losers they want to. And the winner of the game gets to truth or dare both losers."

"OH." Lisa said, obviously embarrassed. 

"Sure." Brian piped up, imagining all sorts of dares he might pull on the two.

"I guess." Lisa added, not wanting to be a spoil sport. She knew she was asking for it but she didn't see any other option.

The first hand went incredibly quick, only going around two times before Julie went out, leaving Brian with nothing on the board and Lisa with only thirty points on the board and fifty in her hand. She sat back, a finger to her lips as she looked from Brian to Lisa and back again. She knew what she wanted to do, but was afraid it might be too soon. Still, she wanted to make sure she set the tone of the game in the direction she wanted. Finally, after taking a sip of her drink she looked at Lisa.

"Truth or dare?" she said, staring at Lisa.

Lisa looked surprised for a moment. She stared at Julie intently, and Julie smiled at her reassuringly. 

"Uhm, truth." she finally said, staring at Julie.

"Okay, how old were you when you lost your virginity?" Julie said, smiling reassuringly.

Lisa sighed, glad that Julie had kept it relatively safe. "I was seventeen." she answered, "And I married him." she added, looking over at Brian.

The next hand went nearly as quick, with Lisa laying down all but one card in the first round. Three rounds later she went out leaving Julie with a hand full of cards and Brian only with a set of fours down. She picked up her glass surprised to see that it was nearly empty. She quickly downed what was left and slid the glass over to Brian.

"Okay, my turn." she said, as Brian slid her refilled glass back to her. Julie quickly finished hers and slid it across to Brian as well as she smiled at Lisa.

"Julie," she said, watching as Julie nodded toward her. She was going to ask the same question, but her eyes drifted down to Julie's chest, her nipples poking hard against the sweater. Her mind shifted, partly from the booze, partly from the fact that Julie had come over here dressed like that.

"Truth." Julie said, smiling.

"Uhm, how many men have you been with since you got married." Lisa said, unable to believe what she was asking, even as she asked it.

The shock was clear on Julie's face. She looked from Lisa to Brian and back. Finally she grabbed her glass and downed the entire thing, sliding it across the table to Brian, a look of satisfaction on her face. Lisa looked at her, then picked up her glass and followed suit, coughing slightly as she finished her drink.

"Uhm, well, I guess that would be, uhm, twelve." she said, blushing at the surprised look on Brian's face. "Quit staring and fill the glasses." she added, grabbing up the cards and shuffling.

Brian picked up his cards, trying not to smile. This had definitely gotten interesting. He could tell by the way his mom and aunt were holding their cards that they were both getting a buzz on. He looked at his cards, and was surprised. He had three aces, a ten, and three fives. His aunt flipped the top card, and Brian almost jumped out of his chair. It was another five. He picked it up and laid his cards down placing the ten in the discard pile. Both women moaned as he giggled, watching them total up their points. He looked from his mother to his aunt, trying to decide which one to pick. Finally he looked at his aunt and she nodded.

"Aunt Julie, truth or dare." he said. 

Julie wanted to say dare, hoping he would dare her to expose herself, but after looking at Lisa, she decided not to.

"Truth." she said finally, picking up her glass and holding it out in gesture toward Lisa. 

Lisa tapped glasses with her and smiled. The two of them tipped their glasses back, downing their drinks in unison. For a moment, Brian considered just how far to push things, wondering if the two of them were as drunk as they seemed. He took a deep breath and smiled, deciding on a question. 

"Aunt Julie." he began, staring straight at his aunt. "Have you ever been with a woman, uhm, sexually?"

Both women almost dropped their glasses. Julie blushed first, but then Brian noticed his mother was blushing as well.

"No way!" he thought as he waited for the answer he already knew was coming.

"Uhm, once." Julie said, her eyes focused on the table. "Fill 'me up, and it's your deal." she added sliding her glass and the cards over to Brian. 

Brian quickly refilled the drinks then dealt out the cards, trying not to smile. The two women were looking at each other, then at Brian. The round seemed to go on forever, and everybody played down several sets of cards. Brian finally went out, laughing in triumph, but when the points were totaled, Julie won by five points. 

"Lisa, truth or fare, I mean dare." Julie said, giggling at her slip of the tongue.

Lisa, thinking about Brian's last question and remembering who the woman was Julie had been with sexually, lowered her eyes to the table. She reached out and picked up her glass, grimacing at the strong odor. She took a big gulp and sat back.

"Dare." she said, taking another swig from her drink.

Julie smiled, taking her own glass in her hand and downing more than half of it.

"I dare you to, uhm...." she finished off her drink and slid the glass across the table. "I dare you to play one hand with your blouse completely unbuttoned!"

Lisa was in the middle of finishing off her drink when Julie spoke. She gagged and sprayed her drink all over.

"No fair, Julie!" she said, setting her drink down.

"You chose dare." Brian reminded his mom, smiling inwardly. This was getting interesting.

"I won't do it." she said, sliding her empty glass over next to Julie's.

"It's that or you forfeit and lose." Julie said, leaning back in her chair. 

"Well, just unbuttoned, you said, and for just one hand." Lisa said, slowly reaching up to grasp the first button of her blouse as Julie nodded agreement.

The next hand went to Lisa. Brian could have had gone out three times but he never even laid down any cards. He spent the entire hand staring at his mother's breasts. As Brian tallied up the scores, Lisa slowly sipped from her drink. She had been painfully aware of her son's stares, and even more aware of the reaction it had caused in herself. She could feel the wetness in her crotch and felt certain that if she stood up, the entire seat of her skirt would be drenched. 

She knew what she wanted to do, but looked at Julie instead. What she wanted was for Brian to take a dare, and have him stand up with his shorts pulled down. Instead, she stared at Julie.

"Bare, I mean truth or dare." she said, watching Julie's reaction. 

"It's only fair." Julie said, nodding. "Dare."

"Well, you can't unbutton it cause there's no buttons, so I " Lisa started, but stopped as Julie slowly lifted her sweater over her head, her tits bouncing free, the nipples sticking out nearly an inch. 

The rattling of glass broke the silence, and both women looked over at Brian, as he fumbled with the nearly empty bottle of rum. 

"There's just enough for two more." he said smiling nervously, and almost tipping the bottle over. Both women laughed, and then picked up their glasses, downing the contents in unison.

Somehow Brian managed to win the next hand, though he wasn't sure how, between staring at his aunt's tits and his mother's, as she had not bothered to do up her blouse at the end of the hand and he hadn't mentioned it. Not only did he win, but he scored enough to put him over five hundred. He cried out triumphantly as he tallied up the final score. The two women sat staring at each other, as they waited for his question. 

"That's two for me." he said, looking from his aunt to his mom. "First, Aunt Julie, truth or dare?"

Julie stared straight at him, lifting her shoulders and thrusting her chest outward. It had the expected effect, making Brian shift uncomfortably, his hand going under the table to adjust his cock, which she knew had to be on the verge of exploding.

"Dare." she said, staring straight into his eyes, her tongue tracing a path across her lower lip. 

"I dare you to, uhm, I dare you to ..." he started. He knew what he wanted to say, but the words just wouldn't come out.

Julie smiled at him, slowly rising unsteadily to her feet. Her hands moved to the snap on her jeans, as she watched him stare at her hungrily. He nodded his head, and she smiled, her fingers popping the snap, and slowly pulling open the zipper. Her hands slid inside, slowly lowering the jeans, revealing her lace panties, the crotch pulled snug against her pussy which had been dripping for some time. Brian watched intently, a tiny gasp escaping his lips as he saw the wet spot in the crotch of her panties. 

"I think that's enough." Lisa said, reaching over to stop Julie from lowering her pants any further. "Everybody's a bit tipsy, and this is getting out of hand."

"But I still have one for both of you." Brian said, his eyes glued to his aunt's crotch.

"I said that's enough!" Lisa said, her fingers trying unsuccessfully to button up her blouse. "I think everybody needs to go to bed." 

"That sounds like a good dare." Brian said smiling. "I dare both of you to go to bed, uhm, to go to bed with me." 

There it was. He couldn't believe it, but he had said it. He looked from his aunt to his mom, checking their reactions, knowing if he had pushed things to far. Julie was still standing there, her pants pulled down just enough to reveal her panties. Her nipples were poking straight out, like the tips of two fingers. She was staring at him, her tongue still licking at her lips. His mother on the other hand was staring wide mouthed at him, her fingers still fumbling with her buttons. Her eyes were glistening, and he thought he saw wetness on her cheeks. 

Giving up on the buttons Lisa pulled her blouse closed and folder her arms under her breasts. She stared at Brian for what seemed like hours, before dropping her head and staring at the table. She knew she had made a mistake and let things get out of hand. She glanced over at Julie. The look on Julie's face said it all. No matter what Lisa said, Julie was going to be in Brian's bed tonight. Still, her own conscience wouldn't let her. 

"I'm sorry, Brian." she said, standing up unsteadily. "I can't. It's wrong. I know it and so do you. This has gone way farther than it should have already."

As she started to step from the table, she stumbled. She reached out her hands and grabbed the edge of the table, her blouse falling back open. Brian jumped up, and moved over to her, his arm slipping around her waist. She could feel the heat of his body, as he held her up. 

"I'm sorry, mom." he said, helping her to stand, his eyes glued to her bared breasts. He quickly looked away, only to find himself staring at his aunt, who had slid her panties downward, her fingers slipping inside, rubbing against the folds of her opening as she stared at his swollen crotch. She smiled at him, pulling her glistening fingers from her panties and putting them to her lips. 

"Let me help you to bed." he told his mom, turning with her and walking down the hallway. Behind him, he heard the soft footsteps of his aunt, as she followed them. 

When he got to his mother's bedroom door she stopped and turned to face him. She slipped her arms around his waist, and pulled him to her. 

"I'm sorry, baby." she whispered, shivering as she felt his bulge press against her, and her breasts crush against his chest. 

Brian stood there, his arms around her, but letting her control the contact. He could feel the heat of her body as she pressed against him. His cock twitched, straining against its tight confines, and he shuddered involuntarily. He felt her hands move up his back, reaching his neck. Her hips thrust forward, grinding her mound against his pulsing shaft momentarily, then she stepped back, her hands slipping from around him. 

"I'm sorry." she whispered again, before turning and walking into her bedroom. 

Brian wanted to follow her and take her into his arms. He wanted to apologize and tell her it was alright, that he had only been kidding, but he knew she would see through the lie. He stood there for several minutes, staring at the closed door. Finally, he turned around, expecting to see his aunt waiting there, but she was nowhere to be seen. With a shrug, he walked into his bedroom, pulling the door closed. He stood staring at the handle for several seconds wondering, and then he reached out and locked it. 

Julie grabbed a blanket from the closet and walked over to the sofa. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and she knew she wouldn't sleep. With a sigh, she slipped out of her jeans and climbed onto the sofa, her fingers going immediately to the roaring fire between her legs. It wasn't what she wanted, but it would have to do. 

Lisa sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the door. She heard Brian walk down the hallway and then heard his door close. She sat waiting for the inevitable sounds of sex that she was sure would follow. Everything was quiet for several minutes, and she began to wonder if her outburst had brought the others back to their senses. She peeled her clothes off and climbed into bed, feeling relieved. She started to climb into bed and her mind screamed out, "You know she's in there. They're just keeping it quiet." 

Lisa rose unsteadily, and using the wall for support, made her way to the door. She stood there for several seconds, part of her not wanting to know, part of her needing to. Finally she reached out, turning the handle. She pulled the door open slightly, and stood there listening. The night light cast just enough illumination for her to see Brian's door was tightly closed. 

Julie moved her fingers inside her aching pussy. It was like she was on fire. Little moans of pleasure escaped her throat as she slowly worked her fingers in and out, while lightly rubbing her clit with her other hand. Her orgasm approached quickly, building to a boiling point in no time. Her soft moans became cries of pure lust as her fingers brought her closer and closer to a much needed orgasm. 

Brian was stretched out on his bed, his hand grasping his throbbing cock, slowly stroking it. He had been on the verge of an orgasm for the past hour, and his slow strokes soon quickened, his movements causing his bed to rock back and forth, the headboard banging against the wall. He knew he should stop, maybe move to the floor, but he didn't care. He needed release, and he needed it now. 

Lisa stood at the door listening. Everything was quiet. She was about to go back to bed, when she heard a faint gasp, followed a few moments later by moans of pure lust. "Oh, god!" she thought, stumbling back toward her bed. "They're doing it, they're actually doing it." As she fell back onto her bed, the moans were joined by the sounds of Brian's headboard banging against the wall. She brought her hands to her mouth, as the cries of lust grew louder. She tried covering her ears, but it didn't help. Her mind drew up images of the two of them locked together, Brian sliding in and out of Julie's cunt, her legs wrapped around his waist, struggling to take every inch of him. 

Lisa laid there, listening to the sounds of their lovemaking. Slowly her own hands moved down across her body, her fingers tracing a delicate path to the center of her need. The first touch was enough, her body taking over as she rubbed across the tip of her clit. Her own moans grew louder, mixing with the sounds coming from the hallway. She worked feverishly, her own need driving her into frenzy. Her own orgasm became all that mattered, as she dipped her fingers into her drenched opening. "Oh, yes." she cooed softly. "Oh god yes, that's it Brian."

Julie arched her back, crying out as her orgasm overtook her. Her vision blurred and she couldn't breathe as every muscle in her body went rigid. Her pussy muscles clamped down on her fingers, trying to pull them even deeper inside. She humped her hips upward spasmodically as her orgasm washed through her leaving her feeling awake, and more alive than she had felt in months. As she slowly collapsed back to the sofa, her mind registered the faint sounds coming from the hallway. At first they made no sense, her mind unable to process what she was hearing. 

Realization came to Julie slowly, the rhythmic banging, the cries of pleasure. "They're doing it!" she thought, rolling from the couch and trying to stand up, her legs to wobbly to support her. She crawled to the hallway, grasping the wall to help her stand. In the faint light, she could see Lisa's door hanging partially open. She wanted to storm down the hallway and confront them, but then she smiled to herself, and slowly walked back to the living room. 

Lisa cried out, her body arching up of the bed as wave after wave of pure pleasure ravished her body. Her legs began to shake, opening and closing in erratic spasms as she experienced the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. She collapsed back onto the bed, her hands trapped between her tightly closed thighs, her breathing ragged and her mind unable to think. Slowly her body began to relax, her mind registering the steady thumping coming from Brian's room as it sped up, and then suddenly stopped. 

Brian's body tensed, his hand stroking his cock feverishly, as he felt his orgasm explode. Cum spewed out of his cock arching upward and splashing onto his chest. He gripped his cock, his hand pulsing in time to the spasms as he shot spray after spray of the hot liquid onto his chest. As the last of his semen oozed from his cock, Brian collapsed back against his pillow, his mind still filled with images of his mom and aunt. 

Brian woke in the early morning to a quiet house. He looked down at his chest, covered in dried semen. His sleep had been filled with dreams about his mother and his aunt, and his cock was rock hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling. As he walked into the hallway, he noticed his mother's bedroom door hanging ajar. Thinking she might be awake, he quickly slipped on his shorts and walked to her door. Peering in, he saw his mother lying on the bed, the covers thrown back. She was lying on her back, completely naked. His cock, already hard, seemed to throb as he stood there staring at her. She moaned and rolled onto her side. Brian stepped back, grabbing the door handle and pulling it closed. He walked into the bathroom and took a shower, his mind reliving the events of the previous night. 

After his shower Brian got dressed and headed down the hallway to the living room. His aunt was sleeping on the sofa, a blanket haphazardly covering her. On the floor beside the sofa he saw her jeans and panties. He walked past her, pausing to gaze down at her sleeping form before walking into the dining room. He cleared the table of the mess left from the night before, taking his aunts sweater and folding it neatly on the table. The two roses, which had turned out to be underwear, he left lying where they were. The rest of the stuff he gathered up and took into the kitchen. 




Brian's Story



He had finished the dishes, and was standing at the counter eating some cereal when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned in time to see his aunt walking unsteadily past the table and into the kitchen. She had wrapped herself in the blanket, but it hung open enough in front for him to see nearly to her crotch when she walked. He quickly turned to face the counter as he called out a greeting to her. 

"Hope I didn't wake you." he said, keeping his eyes staring at the bowl of cereal. 

"Ugh. No, I just can't sleep on that couch anymore." she responded, reaching out and grabbing her sweater. "I'm going to head back home." As she turned away from the table, she lost her balance and nearly fell. 

"You sure you're alright to drive?" Brian said, finally turning to face her. "Maybe I should drive you home." 

Julie raised her hand to her head, forcing a smile. "That might be a good idea." she replied, gripping the back of a chair as she wobbled unsteadily on her feet. "Just give me a few minutes to get dressed." 

She turned and grabbed the wall, with her other hand as she started back toward the living room. Released from her grasp, the blanket fell to the floor, giving Brian a brief glimpse of her naked body, including her shaved pubic area. Brian quickly turned back toward the counter and waited for her to call him. 

Brian ended up half carrying her to the car, and even had to hook her seat belt. As he pulled out of the driveway, and started down the street, he felt her hand on his thigh. He looked over at her, and she smiled at him, slowly pulling her hand away. They drove for several blocks before Julie finally rallied enough courage to speak. She took a deep breath and turned sideways, feeling her sweater brushing against her nipples. 

"So, uhm, how was it?" she said, trying to sound casual, like she was asking about a movie. 

Brian looked at her questioningly, but his face started to blush. 

"Oh, come on! I could hear you all the way in the living room. It was obvious what was going on." she said, feeling warm moisture oozing from her pussy as memories from the night before filled her head. 

"Uhm, well, It was alright, I guess." he said, not knowing how else to respond. 

"It sounded a lot more than alright to me." she said, smiling at him, "Although, now that you mention it, it was over kind of quick." 

Brian stared at her, almost driving off the side of the road. He quickly swerved back into his lane, putting both hands on the wheel. 

"It's alright, Brian. You just have to learn some control, learn to make it last." Julie said, "And that will come. I'm sure your mom can help with it." 

Brian's head snapped sideways, and he looked at his aunt open mouthed. 

"What?" she said, staring at him, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "From the sound of things, she enjoyed it too! It's just, well, when I make love with a man, I like to make it last a bit longer that's all." 

"What!" Brian said, pulling the car to a stop. "You think mom and I?" 

"I said I heard you guys. Cripes, who couldn't, with your bed banging the wall and your mom moaning." she stopped, looking at her nephew as she too started to blush. "Of course, I was doing a bit of moaning myself. I mean, I walked down to the hallway and saw her door open, and your door closed, and the banging and the moaning." 

"I was by myself!" Brian cried, "I mean, after what the two of you put me through, I needed some relief. You mean, mom was ..." 

"You mean, you were alone? Well Then your mom must have opened her door to hear, and she probably heard me. I, I bet she thinks the same thing I did." Julie said, smiling. 

"What are you smiling about? Mom thinks we had sex. She's going to explode!" Brian said, his hands gripping the steering wheel. 

"Somehow I doubt that." Julie said, reaching out to touch his thigh again. "I mean, if she were so opposed to it, don't you think she would have done something last night, something other than open her door and masturbate while listening to what she thought was us?" 

"She'll never believe it if we say nothing happened." Brian said, staring at his aunt. "What are we going to do?" 

"Well, like I said, she can't get too upset. And as for what we are going to do, I have an idea." Julie replied, smiling as she unhooked her seat belt and bent over, slowly lowering her face into his lap. 

"Now hurry up and get me home." she added, her fingers grasping at his zipper. 

Brian just nodded, as he felt her fingers wrap around his cock, pulling it free. There was an almost immediate feeling of warmth, as he felt her wrap her lips around the head, her tongue swirling about teasingly. He tensed, feeling her slowly move her mouth downward, taking him in, inch by inch.

Julie felt the car lurch forward as she mouth slid down Brian's shaft. She stopped, reaching out to grab his leg, pulling it up off the accelerator pedal. The car slowed down, but as soon as she released his leg, and resumed sucking his cock, she felt the car lurch forward again. Reluctantly, she slid her mouth from his cock, and sat up. She didn't want to stop, but she didn't want to get pulled over with his cock in her mouth either. 

"Maybe we better wait until we get home." she said, her hand gently squeezing his cock. "I don't want to cause an accident."

Brian just nodded, as he slowed to turn down the street Julie lived on, relieved that she had decided to wait. As they pulled into her driveway, Julie reached up, pressing the garage door remote, and the door slowly opened. Brian breathed a sigh of relief. He had been wondering how he was going to get from the car to the house with his cock sticking straight out. As the garage door slowly closed, Julie jumped out, urging Brian to follow her. Brian left the keys in the ignition as he followed his aunt into the house, his eyes glued to her butt. Julie shivered in anticipation of what was about to happen, a mixture of the wrongness of what she was about to do, and the simple fact that Brian's cock was at least as big as she had imagined. It was enough to make her pussy dripping wet in anticipation. She was so nervous it took her several attempts to get the keys in the door. Brian was standing directly behind her, his body so close, when she moved, her ass brushed against his still stiff cock. 

Grabbing his hand, she rushed through the house, straight to her bedroom. She had thought about getting him to use his tongue on her, but she was so hot, she couldn't wait to feel him inside her. As they stepped through the doorway into the bedroom, Julie began tearing her clothes off, throwing them haphazardly across the room. Brian followed suit, although a bit more slowly. Julie couldn't wait, and began helping him, her mouth and hands searching his body, as she peeled his clothes off. 

She stepped to the bed, pulling him with her. As they fell onto the bed, Julie twisted, positioning herself astride him. Grabbing his cock with her hand, she raised her hips and placed the head against her fluid drenched opening, marveling at its size. If anything, it seemed even bigger, as she slowly lowered herself onto it, feeling her insides stretch to accommodate him. She lowered herself onto the cock, until she felt completely filled, her whole body beginning to shake with the sensation. 

Looking down between them she realized there was at least another inch separating there bodies. She slowly raised herself up, watching as his cock slid out, making a soft popping noise. "My god, he's even bigger." she thought, her hand gripping the base of his cock, as she slowly slid it back in, 

"It's got to be almost nine inches long and I can't even close my fingers around it." 

Again she slid down, until she felt like she was going to burst. She looked down between them, and instead of seeing a slightly smaller gap, it seemed to have grown. She had never felt so filled in her life. She eased back up, her pussy gripping at the massive cock, as she slid up the length of it. Again, there was a popping noise as she let his cock slide free. She stared at it. The head had become a deep red, and swollen to unbelievable proportions. She could see the veins popping out all along its length, pulsing with the blood they contained. 

Brian remained motionless, watching his aunt's expression, as with each full stroke, his cock grew even larger. With the fourth downward stroke, he watched her shudder, as inch by inch, his fully erect cock impaled her. He looked up at her, noticing the beads of sweat forming on her brow as she stopped, a full two inches of his cock still exposed. Then to his surprise, she pushed herself into a sitting position, grinding her pelvis in little circles. Her body slowly sank further until he felt and saw their pelvis' touch. 

Her body began to shake, and she started moaning. Julie tilted her head back, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her whole body was shaking, her pussy walls straining as they clamped down around the massive cock. She started cumming, her body filling with the mixture of pain and pleasure as her pussy tried to pull in and then expel the massive intruder. Of their own accord, her hips began to gyrate, the pressure against her womb increasing, as the huge pole pushed deep into her, rubbing across her cervix. The sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure unlike anything Julie had ever felt before. 

"Oh, god. Fuck me Brian." she cried out falling forward, her breasts pressing into Brian's chest, her head falling against his shoulder.

Brian reached out, grabbing Julie's ass as he began to slowly thrust upwards, feeling the head of his cock striking against something deep within her. His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her downward as he drove his hips upward, their bodies slamming together. Julie lost all sense of herself, as she felt his cock deeper inside her than anyone had ever been. The pain had disappeared, leaving behind only a dull feeling of being completely stuffed. Another wave of pleasure washed through her, and she cried out, biting down on the skin of Brian's shoulder.

Brian grabbed her, rolling her over onto her back, as he continued sliding his cock in and out, keeping a steady rhythm that was driving her insane. She could feel his cock pulsing, and it had become very warm, almost hot. She lifted her legs, locking them around his thighs as he moved in and out of her, steady consistent strokes.

"Oh god, cum in me, Brian. I need to feel you fill me." she cried out, her fingers leaving scratch marks in his back.

"I don't think I can." Brian said, grabbing her legs and pulling them up onto his shoulders. "I've never been able to cum when I get like this." he said through gritted teeth as he increased his pace, really driving into her. "Kelly would have stopped me before this." he added, forcing her legs up even higher as he took long rapid strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her. 

Julie believed him. She liked big cocks, in fact she loved them, but it was all she could do not to beg him to stop. 

Julie looked down between her legs, watching as Brian's cock moved in and out of her, the shaft glistening with her juices. His movements were becoming frantic. She could see sweat forming on his brow, as he pushed her legs even further up, until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. His arms were shaking, and his eyes were glazed over. She called out his name but he didn't respond, just kept shoving into her. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from screaming for him to stop. 

"You can do this." she told herself, as Brian began shaking, driving his cock fully into her.

She felt his cock throbbing as it stretched her even more. His movements became frenzied, his face contorted as he strained to drive even deeper into her. Julie looked down and watched as his cock drove into her causing her belly to rise and fall. She watched as Brian's cock slid in and out, it's entire length coated in a slick film of her juices. As unbelievable as it seemed, she was certain his cock had grown even more, the veins along the shaft seemed to be pulsing visibly.

"O, god, Oh, Uh ,Oh god." she cried out, her body tightening, her legs forcing themselves out of his grasp as they tried to straighten. "Oooooohhh Gawdddd" she cried out, her whole body convulsing as a massive orgasm swept through her. She felt Brian slide from her. It felt like he was pulling her insides out as his cock slipped free. Tears were running down her face, and her whole body felt drained. She tried to move, to sit up, but all she could do was open her eyes and stare at him. 

Brian's cock was sticking straight out, or almost straight, gravity having it's effect on the monstrous thing. 

"I'm sorry, Brian." she whimpered, her eyes glued to his massive member. "I just can't. I want to but I can't."

"It's alright, Aunt Julie." he whispered, reaching out to touch her cheek. "I didn't think you could. I don't think anybody can."

Julie looked at her nephew, and smiled, as her hand reached out to lightly touch his swollen member, jerking back slightly at the obvious heat. She moved toward him, her lips parting, as she wrapped both hands around him, stroking his member as her lips stretched to encircle the massive head. It was all she could do to slip her lips over the blood engorged tip, her hands moving up and down the shaft as her tongue swirled across the opening. It seemed to be enough, as his hips bucked, and his cock flexed. He cried out, as a massive load of semen erupted from him, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow. Sperm was squirting out past her lips and spraying across both of their bodies, as he cried out, his cock erupting again and again into her mouth until she thought she might drown.

Brian pulled his aunt's car into the driveway, parking it beside his mother's. He had wanted to walk home, but his aunt had insisted he take the car, explaining that she couldn't even walk much less drive a car. He had finally accepted, promising to bring it back later in the day, and have mom pick him up.

He was still in a daze from what had transpired. He had actually thought he might be able to cum inside his aunt. He had almost done it, almost. Her oral completion was in itself quite an accomplishment, and her demand that they try again in a couple of days left him hopeful. At least she had been willing to put an effort into pleasing him, and a desire to try and complete what he had come to believe was the impossible. 

Brian had just left when the phone rang. Julie rolled to the edge of the bed and reached out, grabbing the receiver.

"Hello." she said, falling back onto the bed, smiling as she felt more cum oozing from her pussy. 

"Julie, this is Lisa. Is Brian over there?" 

"Uhm, no. He left a while ago. I was still a bit tipsy when I woke up, so he gave me a ride home." she answered, feeling a bit guilty.

"What, last night wasn't enough for you?" Lisa said, a hint of anger and something else in her voice.

"What are you talking about." Julie replied, trying to sound innocent. "I was on the couch all night, and I never even saw him. I did however, hear a lot of noises coming from down the hallway. It sounded like the two of you were having a good time."

"Don't lie to me!" Lisa shouted. "I heard you guys fucking!"

"What you heard was Brian beating off in his room. Oh, and maybe a bit of me lying on the couch, satisfying my little itch while I listened to what I thought was you two going at it like rabbits." Julie said, wincing at the partial truth of what she was saying.

"So, you guys didn't? Oh, thank god. I'm sorry Julie." Lisa said, her voice filled with relief.

"Not so fast." Julie said, "I said we didn't do anything last night. This morning, however ..."

"You didn't. My god, Julie how could you?" Lisa said, anger returning to her voice.

"What do you mean how could I?" Julie said, her own anger taking over. "Are you going to try and tell me that you weren't in your room, masturbating to images of your own son. Christ Lisa, we sat around half the night cock teasing the poor kid, sent him to bed with a raging hard-on, masturbated so that he could listen to us, and you want to know how could I? Dammit girl, as horny as that boy was, you're lucky he didn't just take you last night when he walked you to bed." 

"Oh, and one more thing. You know how he told you he swells up when he fucks. He wasn't exaggerating. That bulge you saw in his pants was just an appetizer." Julie finished, and hung up the phone, smiling to herself. She knew that Lisa wouldn't be able to resist, not now. Let her find out for herself just how big Brian could get.

Lisa just sat on her bed, her mind panicking. She tried sorting through the jumbled emotions and thoughts, but her mind wouldn't respond. She knew Julie was right about last night. But that wasn't the problem. More of a problem was Lisa's own reaction to what had happened. More important was Julie's comment about Brian swelling up. But the most important thing, the one that Lisa had been trying to deny, was simple. The line in the sand between normal behavior and incest had already been crossed, if not by her recent fantasies about Brian, then surely by her behavior last night. She had presented herself to him as a sexual being, and that couldn't be undone. Julie's actions this morning were mere completion of a sexual act they both had started last night. A sexual act she herself must finish.

Lisa heard the front door open and close. She slid to the side of the bed, placing her hands at her sides and standing up. Her stomach churned and she felt nervous, afraid of what she was about to do. She took a deep breath and steadied herself before walking to her bedroom door.

"Brian?" she called out, her voice cracking. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, mom. I just got back from taking Aunt Julie home." he responded, feeling a bit nervous.

"Could you come in her for a minute?" she said, straining to keep her voice steady.

"Oh god!" he thought, "She knows. I'm in for it now."

He walked down the hallway, carefully adjusting his cock, which still hadn't completely softened. When he reached her door, he paused for a moment, taking several deep breaths to steady his nerves. Opening the door he walked in, forcing a casual smile to his face.

"Hi, mom. What's up?" he said walking over to the bed.

Lisa was sitting on the edge of the bed, still in her nightgown. She smiled up at him hesitantly, her eyes gazing briefly at the bulge in his pants. It was less noticeable than last night, but still prominent enough to draw her attention.

"Come sit down." she said, patting the bed beside her.

Brian walked over and sat down next to her, feeling nervous. He had washed up before leaving his aunt's but he was sure he still smelled of sweat and sex. As Brian sat down next to her, Lisa swallowed hard, trying to sort out how she was going to do this. Still not believing she was actually going to. Her breasts were tingling, and she felt a dampness growing between her legs. The mere thought of what she was about to do had her excited. 

"Brian, it's about last night." she began, her voice feeling shaky. 

"It's alright, mom." Brian said, his eyes looking down at the floor.

"No, it's not alright. I mean, what happened last night, well it shouldn't have happened but it did. I can't change that. I don't know if I want to. I mean, well, last night I, I mean your aunt and I, well we teased you. I guess it was because of your uhm, your ..." she paused, her eyes glued to his crotch. 

"It's because of the size of your cock." My god, she actually said it!

Brian looked up at her, a shocked look on his face. He started to speak but she placed a finger to his lips.

"What we did was wrong." she continued, leaving her finger against his lips, as she wondered if she should admit to knowing about him and his aunt. Deciding against that, she just stared at him.




Brian's Story



Adam sat in front of his laptop, listlessly viewing one site after another but not really settling to anything. He'd checked out that new story on the Female Desperation site which Barnaby had told him about and, whilst good, it had failed to engage his interest in quite the way it should have. It was a Saturday morning and normally they'd be doing something together but this week Barnaby and Anne had gone off to town and left him alone in the house. In the few weeks he'd been living with Barnaby and Anne, he'd grown close to them both.

Prior to meeting either of them Adam never imagined in his wildest dreams that one day he'd up sharing a house with an attractive middle-aged woman and her grown up nephew, both of whom shared his love of watersports and toilet desperation. It had happened though, and experience had given the lie to the old adage about two being company but three a crowd. During the relatively short time they'd spent together, a real closeness had developed and they'd begun to collectively refer to themselves as "us three." Within the few weeks he'd spent with them, Adam, a very 'private' individual, had overcome much of his natural shyness and come to a relaxed acceptance of Anne and Barnaby's 'open door' bathroom policy. However over breakfast that morning, Anne had dropped a bombshell which threatened the cherished intimacy of the little trio. Casting his mind back to events of two hours earlier, Adam recalled the conversation vividly. 

"Adam, I think you'd better know but my husband's coming home sometime over the weekend. I don't know when it will be but I suspect if he comes today it will be sometime in the afternoon, if he spent as much time actually sleeping last night as I imagine he did." 

Slightly crestfallen, Adam had been unsure as to how to handle this information but he'd tried to make the best of things.

"Does he know about me?"

Anne gave the sort of smile which Adam should have learnt to mistrust during the time he'd spent with her. 

"No Adam. I thought it would be nice to leave at least one little surprise for him. I'm letting you know so you don't have any nasty shocks if I'm out when he arrives."

"What? Anne, that's not fair. You should have told him I was staying. What if I'm here alone and your husband turns up without warning? He might think I'm an intruder or something, for goodness sake."

Anne crossed her arms and momentarily looked stern. 

"Adam, I'm mistress of this house and I get to decide what is and isn't fair. If I decide my husband's due for a surprise that's a matter for me. Understood?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"No need for sarcasm, young man! If you ever do that again I'll make certain you wish you hadn't."

There was a pause. When she spoke again, her voice had softened, 

"Adam, I know the unexpected can be a little difficult for you sometimes. But actually, Brian's a nice guy and, anyway, he won't be around for long before he's off again. It will only be a matter of a few days or so. He'll no doubt take me out for dinner tonight -- as I'll expect him too -- and again for lunch tomorrow. You and Barnaby will have to do a little self catering but I'm sure you can cope with that. In Barnaby's case that generally just means the chip shop in town does a better than average trade." 

"Very well. Say, does he know about our -- or rather your -- interest?"

Anne laughed. 

"Of course Brian knows about my 'interest' as you call it, and Barnaby's too. It's hardly a secret. He's very tolerant -- well he has to be -- but he's not actually into it himself so I'd be grateful if you didn't rub his nose in it, not that I imagine you would for a second. Somehow I think you'll warm to him though."

That had been two hours earlier. It was now approaching eleven and Adam was growing uneasy. He'd have liked Anne to introduce him properly to Brian and he didn't much care for the way in which she'd decided he should be a 'surprise' for her husband either. It made him wonder exactly what, if anything, was going off in their marriage. Her remark about the amount of sleep she imagined her husband had got overnight had a bit of a sting to it. Barnaby's remark in the office canteen some weeks earlier, which sounded uncannily like a broken confidence, that his aunt thought her husband was "shagging his secretary" sprang to mind. 

Pondering these things, he didn't hear a car pull up in the drive but he was startled to hear a key in the lock. Hoping that it might be Anne and Barnaby returning from their shopping expedition, he left his room and hurried along the landing. Reaching the top of the stairs he was a little taken aback to see a tallish, greying, middle aged man standing at the bottom, looking up at him with incredulity. Before Adam could say anything, the older man, obviously in a state of shock, spoke first. 

"What the blazes! Who on earth...."

Before he could continue, Adam thought it best to intervene and reassure him. 

"Hi I'm Adam Flaxwell, a friend of Barnaby's. His aunt's very kindly letting me stay here - for the time being at least. You must be Mr Timpson, Barnaby's uncle."

The older man looked Adam up and down, before replying. 

"Yes, that's right. Nominally the owner of this house. Not that I get to have much say over what goes off in it though! By the way, I don't like being called Mr Timpson -it makes me feel ancient. You must call me Brian. My wife never said anything about having someone to stay when I rang her last night but I suppose it must have slipped her mind. Either that or she meant to surprise me."

"Maybe she did," Adam replied. 

"Well she certainly managed it," the older man replied. "Look, instead of standing up there looking awkward, why don't you come down and we can chat properly."

Adam did as he was bidden and followed Brian into the lounge. Reaching for a couple of glasses and a decanter, Brian turned to Adam.

"Perhaps you'll join me for a whisky, boy." 

"No thanks. I don't drink."

"Don't drink? Ye gods and little fishes! You'll excuse me if I indulge, won't you? I could do with a stiff drink." 

"Yes of course, Mr Timpson -- I mean Brian."

"Well sit yourself down over there, Adam. There's no need to look so petrified either. I don't bite. So you're a friend of Barnaby's then?"

"Yes. I met Barnaby at work and he brought me back one day for tea. Mrs Timpson very kindly invited me to stay and I have to say it's a lot better than the crummy bedsit I was renting in Woodchester. I do pay her rent though and everything's proper and above board."

"I'm sure it is. So you're Annie's latest little project then?"

"I wouldn't put it quite like that. She just thought it would be good for Barnaby to have someone else the same age around the house and as we were already friends it seemed logical to have us both under the same roof. I'm in the spare room by the way." 

Brian stroked his chin and took a sip of the neat whisky in his hand. 

"It's not often that I agree with my wife, but for once I think she has a point. Barnaby's been through a lot in recent years and that's why he's living with us rather than his parents. My brother and his wife fight like cat and dog and it's not the happiest of marriages. The trouble is they can't live harmoniously with one another but can't live apart either. They're attracted to each other by some things and repelled by others. Barnaby got caught up in the cross fire whilst he was still at school so Anne and I decided when he went to university that he'd have to come and live with us - just to remove the poor boy from the situation and give him some sort of chance. To be honest I've not got much sympathy with my brother and his wife. Like me, Ralph's got the sort of job where he could put in plenty of overseas travel and regularly bugger off for a week or two. If he knew how to be a married man and did just that, they'd both be a lot happier but, oh no, he's always flapping round his missus. Needless to say they're always at each other's throats."

Adam looked slightly quizzically at Brian. 

"I see. You and Anne are happy enough though, aren't you? I'm assuming you've been together a while."

Brian took a large gulp of his whisky.

"Happy is as happy goes. We met at Cambridge back in the early Eighties and, suffice to say we were both very young. She was nineteen and I was twenty. In some respects we were too young and I don't think either of us envisaged anything long term. We just did what students who fancied each other did -- shagged and got drunk together. Our fate -- or rather my fate -- was sealed one day when Anne was having a row with her mother and the silly mare mentioned my name. From that day onwards I was forcibly welcomed into the Glenning dynasty and it was made very clear to me who I'd be marrying. I went through the motions of proposing but it was only ever a formality."

"So you didn't have a choice in the matter?"

"Choice! You've obviously not met Anne's mother. The word doesn't feature in her vocabulary at all. If legend says St George slew the last of the dragons, all I can say is that he missed one -- Elizabeth Glenning."

"Your mother certainly sounds formidable."

"Formidable hardly touches it. I'm convinced she's a direct descendent of Attila the Hun. Anne's family are a damn queer lot anyway. They're minor aristocracy -- old money and not much of it -- but they're a cut above the middle class and they don't let people forget it either. Her father, the late Major Archibald Glenning, was an ex-army man who'd trained as a solicitor. He wanted Anne to read law and follow him into the profession but she's even more stubborn than he was and she trained for the teaching profession instead. Not that it did her any good. She lectured for a few years at the university in Woodchester -- or rather polytechnic as it then was -- before deciding it wasn't for her. Waste of a good degree too. She'd got a first and Cambridge don't exactly hand them out like toffees. Julie, her sister, is a bit of a nutter to be honest. A raging nymphomaniac, she shags any man who's up for it and she's never settled down. She still lives with her mother but as to whether or not the pair of them get on, that's anyone's guess. At least I picked the one that's normal -- or rather relatively 'normal' given what that family's like." 

"So you're happy enough though?"

"Yes, I'd say so. We're not the best matched couple in the world but we're as happy, if not happier, than most. Anne was a real stunner when I first met her and, if she'd had the tits for it, she'd easily have been page three material. She still looks good twenty seven years on and that's more than a lot of women can say. What's more she's a damn good cook too - as I'm sure you've found out. Not that I ever get to taste much of it as when I'm at home she insists on being taken out most of the time. We've had our moments in private -- who doesn't -- but she's never let me down in public. A few years ago when I was mayor here she played the dutiful mayoress, even taking on engagements of her own. Of course she hated every minute of it and, when my year was up, she made damn sure I knew that it wasn't going to happen again. The point is she did it though and that was worth a lot to me."

Pausing briefly to take a sip of his whisky, Brian continued, "Anne's not perfect and I'm not under any illusions that she is. Early on I found she was in the habit of not going to the toilet when she should with the result that she often has accidents, some of which I don't think are as 'accidental' as she likes to make out. I think she gets off on it, although I can't understand and don't pretend too either. If she's happy I don't mind too much. She does the laundry -- I don't. If you've spent any amount if time in my wife's company, you're bound to have noticed. Also I know she's more than just friends with Wendy, the college friend who first introduced me to her, but I'm not the sort of guy to be much bothered about that either. I'm hardly ever at home these days and what the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve over. In fact I'd go so far as to say she wasn't an entirely wholesome influence over my nephew either but, on balance, I think he's better off with us than he would be at home. I could worry about him developing unmanly and undisciplined toilet habits but I think the time for that has passed. He spends too much time in my wife's company to not be tainted by her influence. I'm pleased there's another lad around the house now who can get him away from my wife and interest him in the sort of things a young man ought to be interested in."

Adam smiled. Now wasn't the time to startle Brian with any revelations but, the phrase "if only he knew" crossed his mind. Brian was an amiable enough guy and obviously a 'man of the world' who wasn't easily shocked and probably knew more than he cared to let on. There was however, a time and a place for everything. Although they probably hadn't got that much in common, he'd certainly warmed to Brian, just as Anne had predicted, and his earlier anxieties had been proved groundless.

"How long do you think you'll be around for?," Adam ventured. 

Brian finished his whisky and sat back. 

"Only until Wednesday. Then I'm flying off to Zurich for am important conference that should keep me busy for ten days."

"Pity. I was hoping you'd be around for longer and we could chat some more."

"Oh I'm sure we will, Adam. In the meantime I've got work to do. Besides I don't want to pander to my wife's insecurities too much."

"Insecurities?"

"Yes. She thinks I'm fucking my secretary and she's out to try and catch me at it. Barnaby tipped me off about it earlier in the year. Pity though as she gets to do as she wants without me knowing or caring too much about what she's up to."

"And are you?"

Brian frowned. 

"Adam, that's for me to know and her to worry about. Let's just say that when a man gets to my age and works as hard as I do, I think he's earned the right to a mistress. In the meantime, I must take it as read that I have the benefit of your discretion. I'd like to get out of this place alive on Wednesday morning if at all possible."

Just as Brian finished speaking, another key was heard in the front door and in walked Barnaby and Anne. They were both in sodden jeans and there was a distinct bulge in Barnaby's. Anne looked flustered and was clearly a little taken aback to see Brian home before the morning was out. 

"Barnaby and I have just been having a little quality time in town and I'm afraid we both overdid it on the coffee. We weren't expecting you so soon."

Brian forced a wry smile.

"Obviously. Adam and I have been having quite a chat. Welcome to the mad house, Adam!"

THE END



Brian's Story



My girlfriend, Emily, is utterly the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, and that's quite the understatement. I have loved a few women before in my thirty-eight years, but not one of them can even come close.

We often get asked why we haven't married yet. We have been together for over three years and have lived together for two of those. It's not that we don't want to, but we are both extremely happy with what we have as it is. I'd love to marry her. 

We have had several discussions on the topic before, and we both have the same feelings about marriage. To us, marriage is for when you're ready to have children and get the house in suburbia with a white picket fence. We want that, of course, just not yet. We have way too much fun as we are now. I know she's mine and I'm hers.

In our time together we have explored all of my kinky fantasies and fetishes and hers as well. Hers aren't as some would call, "crazy" as mine. We love exploring different sexual thrills together and getting off to the naughtiest of things.

Last night may have been one of the most exciting nights we shared. I was cuckolded by my amazing girlfriend as she looked into my eyes with a nice big cock drilling her. It wasn't the first time this had happened. It was my kinky fantasy in the first place and she, being the astounding person she is, gave it a shot and soon it became a regular thing that we both immensely enjoyed. 

But last night, there was something that made it even more intense than every other time.

Let me back up a little bit. When we met three years ago, I had the same job as I do now. I'm an accountant. Yes, it's quite boring at times and I'm still waiting for my big break. Back in high school, I wanted to have my own business and was told the best major in college would be accounting. I followed that advice. I never have had the funds to start my dream, so I got a job as an accountant. I can't say that I love it, but it pays more than just the bills.

We met through a mutual friend's Christmas party. I remember it like it was yesterday. She was adorable in a strapless satin red dress with a bow on the back that made her look like a present. It wasn't too short, stopping just above her knees.

Her curly light brown hair sat on her shoulders, pulled back at her temples by green barrettes with little green bows on them. Her brown eyes twinkled as she laughed with her friends.

I kept looking over at her, shying away when she would look back. I'm not confident in myself around women. But I kept looking, studying her.

She was, and still is, my dream woman. She is even better in real life. 

I loved the tasteful amount of cleavage her dress showed in the sweetheart neckline. She doesn't have breasts that are classified as large, by her standards at least. She always tells me that she wishes they were a bit bigger. To me, they are beyond perfect, fitting into the palm of my hands with a bit of extra flesh left over.

She is shorter than me even wearing heels, which is not always easy to find since I'm not even close to being six feet tall. Her body is petite and she almost always has heels on to elongate her legs and to make her feel taller.

If nothing else got me that night, it was the stockings she had on and the peep-toe red sling-black heels. I figured they were stockings; the nylon was black with a red seam that trailed down the back of her legs. Pantyhose usually don't come in that style. Sure, some do, I guess. But it was the way she carried herself, like the sweet and innocent next-door neighbor with something hidden inside of her that made me sure they were stockings. What guy isn't drawn to a girl in stockings?

I may have been staring too much. My friend Kyle came over and nudged me and said that I needed to grow some balls and talk to her, or stop being so obvious. As I said before, I'm shy. I chose to not be obvious anymore.

I was going through one hell of a dry spell. It had been over two years since the last time I had any form of sex, even a hand-job. My ex and I had broken up a year ago, and the last year of our relationship was sexless. We had become more like best friends that lived together than lovers. Every time I tried to make a move she would turn me down, so I eventually gave up. Thanks to my friends' months of convincing me that I deserve more and deserve to be happy, I got out of that hell.

When I stopped trying to pay as much attention to Emily, she started looking over at me more. I could feel her eyes on me as she giggled with her blonde friend, I now know as Kate. 

The first time we made eye contact, I was hooked. It was love at first sight, if you will.

She smiled the sweetest smile I had ever seen and she mouthed "hello" to me across the room. I felt the heat rise up on my cheeks and butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I waved some stupid little wave back. 

I was dumbfounded. I wondered what she could possibly see in me. I'm short, stocky, have brown hair and brown eyes. I'm nothing out of the ordinary. 

I felt like an idiot waving to her after eyeing her for over an hour. She could have any man in this room, but she was smiling at me. 

My heart fluttered and I forgot how to connect my hand with my beer and get it to my mouth and spilled it all down the front of my striped button down dress shirt.

I thought I was done for. She giggled with Kate for a second, and then disappeared. A few agonizing moments later, she appeared in front of me with a handful of cocktail napkins.

I couldn't speak and she just grinned as she blotted up the stain on my shirt. A woman was touching me, not under the circumstances I would have wished. But if you've missed the feeling of being touched as long as I had, you'd take it. You know what I mean.

She broke the awkward silence first, looking up at me, still smiling that genuine smile, "Do you have a name? Or should I call you the guy who doesn't know how to drink out of a bottle?" she teased me.

I didn't think my cheeks could get any hotter. She raised a brow awaiting my answer.

"I'm Brian," I was finally able to blurt out.

She took her hands away from my shirt. I inwardly cried, not wanting her to stop touching me. I watched her wad up the napkins in her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Brian, I'm Emily," she said.

Emily. My dream girl was named Emily. I said her name over and over on my head, not wanting to forget it.

My eyes trailed down her legs to her toes poking out at the front of her shoes. The black nylon shrouded the neon green polish in the most perfect of ways.

I'm a foot guy. Well, I'm a lot of things guy, but one thing a time. I have been since I had house sat for a family friend during my freshman year in college. I stumbled across his stash of porno magazines. He owned the typical ones, "Hustler," "Playboy," and "Penthouse." There were several issues of one that stood out against the rest called "Leg Show."

I was hooked. There were pictures of naked women in there, but there was much more of a focus on their legs, and especially feet. I found it to be extremely erotic. I couldn't stop looking at the cute little toes and their polish colors. I swiped a few magazines, and little did I know it would become a lifelong fetish.

From that night, feet have been a fetish of mine. Looking at them, sucking toes, rubbing them, being teased with them, foot jobs, pretty much anything you can think of gets me going. Another perk of being a foot guy is summer time. When girls wear sandals and flip-flops, I am in heaven. Think about it. Are there any other parts of a woman you can ogle without them noticing? I think not! 

After I noticed Emily's cute green polished toes and smiled inwardly, she got my attention again. 

"Brian, it would be really nice if you got a girl a drink while you go get yourself another beer," she said in that same gently teasing tone.

I just nodded. I didn't trust my mouth to make words.

"Vodka cranberry would be perfect," she winked and then placed the dirty napkins in my hand.

I went straight into the kitchen and found Kyle waiting for me with a beer. I took it from him and as I mixed her drink, he told me to chill the fuck out because he was pretty sure she liked me. His pep talk ran briefly before I returned to her.

She took the drink from my hand and smiled before sipping it.

"This is perfect. You know me so well already," she grinned.

Emily took my hand and led me to the empty leather loveseat across the room. I followed her like a puppy dog.

We chatted, getting to know each other. I quickly learned she had recently turned thirty and wasn't very happy about it. Emily was an elementary school music teacher and loved sharing her passion for music with children. As we talked, she would gently rub my thigh and rub her foot against my shin, or wiggle her toes against the sole of her shoes.

I could talk to her forever. I was able to look at her pretty face and deep brown eyes. Everything came out so easy, like we had known each other for years.

Emily told me that she had been single for almost a year. Her ex broke her heart after being together since college. They were engaged and he cheated on her. That bastard. She had purposely stayed single since him, wanting to focus more on her career. I consoled her and told her the short version of the story about my ex-girlfriend. I was careful not to let myself fall into the "friend zone" already. I had done that too many times before.

Hours passed by in a blink, and Kate was rounding up her friend to go home.

Before leaving, Emily dug through her purse and found an old receipt. She wrote her number down on it and gave it to me.

"If you don't call me, I'll be incredibly upset," she said, getting up from the sofa and giving my hair a razzling.

"You won't be upset. I promise to call you," I said as I took out my wallet and placed her number inside. With my luck I'd lose it otherwise.

Emily smiled one last time. "I'm usually always free on the weekends," she said, then disappeared with her friend.

We had set up a date for a week later. There was just a few days left before Christmas. She needed to do some last minute shopping and I needed to do most of mine. To the mall, we went.

It was wonderful. I had never felt so comfortable with a girl on a first date. We went from store to store, picking up gifts and even making fun of some items that seemed flat out useless. She helped me pick out presents for my mother and sister. They were very thankful.

After shopping, we went to a coffee-house and spent the rest of the evening talking about anything and everything. We shared where we had been on vacations, family pets we had as kids, and stories about our friends.

I took her back to her apartment. She kissed me at her door. I had never felt like I did that night. It was the first of many amazing kisses from her. I felt excitement in my stomach and my legs went rubbery. Emily knew how to swirl her tongue with mine perfectly and suck it into her mouth, nibbling my button lip just a touch. She pulled away and smiled, telling me what a great time she had, before retreating into her apartment.

Over the next few weeks, we went on a date every Saturday. We enjoyed anything from dinner, movie theaters, coffee-shops and bars, to freezing walks in the park. We never did anything more than making out, and I was completely happy with that. She was my dream girl; I wouldn't dare pressure her, for fear of her pushing me away.

The nights we were apart were spent talking on the phone until we forced ourselves to hang up.

My coworkers started noticing that I had an extra bounce in my step, and that I walked a little bit taller and smiled a hell of a lot more than I used to. They demanded to know about the mysterious woman who lifted me out of a depression and I gladly talked about her.

Emily called me to set up our next Saturday date, and told me she wanted to cook for me. I am not a man to turn away a home cooked meal. She told me that even though we would be dining at her apartment, she wanted me to dress as if we were going to a five-star restaurant.

Before I got ready to go to her place, I rubbed one out. Something told me that this would be the night. Since I hadn't had sex in what felt like an eternity, I definitely did not want to disappoint her by cumming too soon.

On the way to her apartment I picked up her favorite flowers, bouquets of pink and white daises.

I arrived at her door wearing one of the few suits I owned. It was solid dark blue with a white shirt and striped dark and light blue tie. With the flowers in one hand, I knocked on her door.

She opened it rather quickly, and my jaw hit the floor. She was not dressed to go out. Anywhere.

Emily's curly locks were pulled back at her temples with bobby pins, same as the night we met. Her makeup was soft and her lips shined with invitation.

She had on the most amazing piece of lingerie I had ever seen, whether it be in a store, catalog or porno, and it was right before me.

Emily wore a deep purple bustier that propped up her generous cleavage and made me want to live between her breasts. Her torso was covered in purple satin down to her hips with sheer black fabric down the sides. Purple satin panties concealed her womanhood.

Black garters attached to the bottom of the garment with little purple bows on the clasps that held up sheer black stockings. Her feet were encased by strappy, black, five inch stilettos that brought her almost to my height. Her toes were painted hot pink, the bright color made it easy to see them through her stockings.

I hoped the bulge forming in my slacks wasn't too noticeable.

"Hello, handsome," Emily said, welcoming me into her home for the first time.

Handsome was a word I was still getting used to.

She took my overcoat from me, hung it up in the coat closet, and then made her way to the kitchen. My eyes were glued to her, watching her hips sway and loving how the shiny cheeky panties seemed like they were made for her. The cut came up just enough to give me an eye full of the curve of the bottom of her ass.

I can tell you, because this is my home now, that Emily is quite the interior decorator. That night, however, anything besides her was fuzzy.

She brought splashes of color into the drab white walled apartment using curtains and rugs. The walls were coated with thick black and red wooden frames encasing pictures of her family and photos she took on trips. Emily is a bit of a closet photographer. There are even more pictures since we have been together. The living room was completed with a retro styled red leather sofa and loveseat. They looked a bit different but were extremely comfortable.

I stood at the entrance to the kitchen, watching Emily put the daises in a vase with a giant smile on her face. Then she put pink oven mitts on before opening the oven door. As she bent over, I thought I could die and go to heaven and have my life fulfilled. 

The voice in my head screamed, "We're getting laid tonight! Don't fuck this up, Brian!"

She pulled the most delicious smelling roast from the oven. The apartment filled with the aroma and made my stomach growl.

Emily had already set the table for two and I took a seat, watching her bring the dish to the table. I could definitely get used to this.

She knew the way to my heart, not that she didn't have it already. This was the most tender, juiciest roast I had ever had. I'm a meat and potatoes guy, so I'd like to say I know my stuff. The carrots and potatoes absorbed all the flavor of the meat and every bite melted in my mouth. It was better than my mom's, and that was saying a lot.

As we ate, I couldn't help but stare at my new girlfriend, still in disbelief that she was with me. Of course, I didn't complain about that. We talked like we always do, telling life stories, dreams, the funny things about our families, and what we liked about each other.

We were getting close to finishing this delectable meal and Emily had slipped her shoe off and lifted her stocking clad foot between my thighs.

She teased my erection back to full strength. I had not been entirely soft since knocking on the door. I let out a soft moan, feeling her toes wiggle against my cock.

"Brian, sweetheart," her voice had changed tones into something very lust filled.

"Yes?" I managed to reply.

Emily's toes slipped down and the back of her foot rubbed against my balls. Her toes wiggled behind them, making them bounce around in the confines of my boxers.

"I made your favorite, peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies for dessert. I was thinking we could have it as a between sex snack. Would that be okay with you?"

"Uh huh," I moaned.

Emily got up in flash and came over to me. Her lips met mine and our tongues sang their own passionate melody. I can't even describe how fast she had gotten my coat, tie and shirt off of me as we made the way to her bedroom, crashing into walls along the way.

Our mouths devoured each other as we fell onto her fluffy purple comforter. Her body was on top of mine. She raced to get the rest of my clothes off and I was panting.

"Emily, Emily, wait a second," I said hurriedly as she was pulling my slacks down.

"What? What is it? Is something wrong?" she asked, pulling them and my socks off.

"I need to tell you something," I said.

Emily crawled back up next to me, looking down at my face and I looked back up to hers. Her hand felt so good on my hairy chest.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just don't want you to be shocked," I paused. Emily's eyes never left mine. "I, umm," I hated to say this, terrified of how she would react, "I have a small penis."

Emily raised a brow and cocked her head a bit. "How small? It works doesn't it?" she asked with genuine concern.

"Yes, it works fine. I'm very, very hard." I took a deep breath, feeling my cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "It's a little over four inches"

She stroked my cheek and smiled sweetly, "We can work with that, don't worry. I love you. Did you really think I would run away screaming?"

A big weight was lifted from my chest.

"Okay good, I just didn't want you to be upset," I said, and then there was a long pause. "Did you just say you love me?"

Emily smiled big and her eyes sparkled. "Yes, I did, I hope that's okay," she whispered then kissed my sensitive earlobe.

My heart was fluttering. "Of course it's okay. I love you too."

Emily kissed over my cheek and to my lips before sitting up and pulling my boxers down.

"Alright, let's see what we are working with, shall we?" she smiled.

Her smile didn't fade as my stumpy cock was exposed in the dim light that came from the living room.

"It's kinda cute," she giggled. "But you're plenty thick, I don't know why you were so worried," she said then swallowed my whole length easily.

I showed her how I made up for my size with my talented tongue and fingers. I pleased her immensely. We figured the best position to start with would be her riding me, so she could feel as much of me as she could. Her cunt was so tight and slick. I was in heaven with a new girlfriend who loved me, and my small penis. I came three times that night and made her orgasm five times and even squirt two of those.

We continued our weekly date ritual, also seeing each other Friday nights. They were usually spent at her place because I lived with my parents ever since the last break up. Emily didn't mind that all. As I said, she's a great girl. We had the amazing new relationship sex several times during that period.

I eventually started spending entire weekends at her apartment. I'd go there straight from work with a few changes of clothes and return to work on Monday. Leaving her was so hard, but we had only been seeing each other for a few months and both of us aren't the type to rush things.




Brian's Story



One particularly fun Friday night, she had gotten a manicure and pedicure for Saint Patrick's Day. Her finger and toe nails were a bright green. Her thumbs and big toes had shamrocks on them.

She showed me her perfect size six feet and asked me if I wouldn't mind giving her a foot rub. Of course I said yes and began rubbing her feet. Her cute holiday pedicure had me fascinated. She had rubbed her feet on me during sex and I had sucked her toes occasionally while I was fucking her. But tonight, I went all out.

As my hands were rubbing up and down her sexy little foot and kneading into her flesh, she started moaning with her eyes closed.

Emily told me how good it felt as she laid across the sofa in front of me in her jeans and school polo shirt from casual Friday at work.

I just went for it; it may have been the lucky shamrocks on her big toes. I started soft, kissing along the bottom of her tootsies, waiting for her reaction. She giggled and smiled at me. 

Then, I took her big toe in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I was in heaven. She wasn't stopping me. During sex is one thing, but just during a random foot rub, most girls would get weirded out. My ex practically screamed when I mentioned having a foot fetish, which never allowed me to experiment or enjoy it with her.

Emily started moaning more and I ran my tongue across the bottom of her perfect little toes and in between them, taking the time to suck each one with genuine care as I continued kneading her flesh.

Emily was getting turned on, rocking into the sofa a little and moaning more so. I pressed my luck and started nibbling on the soft balls of her foot, then down the sides and over her heel.

She was laying there, letting me have my way, giggling when I would tickle her and moaning when it felt good. Her cheeks started getting a little pink.

"You're really good at this, I've never had a foot massage like this," she whimpered. "Do you have a foot fetish or something?"

It was now or never.

"Yes, Emily, I do." Her eyes opened and she looked at me. "Does that bother you?" I asked her, and then took as many of her little toes as I could in my mouth.

"No, no. Not at all. It feels really good, do this whenever you want," she moaned.

I thought I was in heaven before, but this was even better. I remember thinking "I have the best girlfriend ever," as I brought both of her feet up to my mouth.

She had wiggled her jeans down to her thighs and slipped her hand in her panties. She started masturbating for me and herself as I feasted on her adorable feet.

I couldn't believe she was this into it, rubbing and wiggling her toes against my cheeks as she fingered herself. This was one of the most glorious things in my life. I just hoped she wouldn't get bored with it.

She never did.

Emily gave me my first true foot job later that night. She couldn't stop giggling at first, unsure of how to do it. So I helped her along, recalling things I had imagined or seen in porn. She asked if we should put warming lube on my cock, it was a grand gesture.

Her toes wiggled along my shaft, and the top of her foot ran up and down the underside. I quickly began groaning as she got the hang of it, experimenting on me. I wanted to close my eyes but I wanted to watch more.

One of her feet would come around the front and hold my cock up while the bottom of the other would trail up and down the other side and over my cockhead, wiggling her toes the whole time. Her big toe made circles against my frenulum. I thought I was going to lose it, then even more so when she ran her toes back and forth over the slit of my cockhead. I'm sure I looked like a groaning mess.

All of the sudden, Emily put the bottom of each foot on both sides of my cock and said, "Stroke yourself with my feet."

That was one of the hottest things I had ever heard. I immediately obeyed her wish and held her toes and heels together and worked her feet up and down my shaft. I wish I could have seen the look on her face when I exploded all over her feet. My eyes opened back up to see my seed dribbling over her toes and all over the tops and bottoms of her feet.

I had tasted myself many times before and I figured, what the hell, we were already doing kinky things tonight. I started eating my cum from her feet.

I looked at her face as I did it and she gasped, "Brian! Do you like tasting your own cum?"

I nodded and said, "Yes," as I sucked her toes clean.

"You're such a naughty little boy," she giggled. "I'm going to make you eat it out of me next time you cum inside me."

She had tuned into another one of my hidden desires.

"I would love to," I said with a smile and cum stained lips.

Emily let me finish cleaning her feet, and then we made out, sharing the taste of my seed.

Emily didn't lie, the next night when we fucked, I came inside her and she said, "Get down there naughty boy and clean me up."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. It just came out of my mouth. Little did I know I would be calling her that countless times during our relationship.

She wasn't the type of domme who tortured me physically, but mentally and I ate up every minute of it. She would tease me almost constantly when we were together, not letting me cum until she said so. 

One of my favorite things she would do is give me a foot job under the table while we were out at dinner. She would look into my eyes and raise an eyebrow, and I would know to pull out my cock. Emily would go to town with her feet under the table. When she sensed I was getting close her feet would disappear. Then, later in the car, she would give me road head, stopping again when I got close. By the time we got back to her apartment I was going nuts. It was awesome.

Pretty quickly she told me that I wasn't allowed to cum during the week until I saw her again. I was totally okay with that. My cum was hers. I loved saving up my loads for her and I knew that she would take care of me.

I was becoming her bitch boy, feeding off her whims and wishes. It was everything I had ever wanted, and it got even better.

Emily took care of me outside of the bedroom as well of course. She went out of her way to make me feel special. I don't think all guys would enjoy getting flowers delivered to their work, but I did. Every month anniversary we celebrated I would come into the office with flowers, candy and maybe a teddy bear on my desk. Some of my co-workers teased me about it, but I loved how she showed her feelings for me. I still get that lovely surprise today.

We had met each other's families and we all got a long really well. She even bandaged up my niece one Saturday afternoon after she fell off her new bike. Emily was such a sweet nurse to her, bandaging up her scrapes and kissing each one of them. I watched as she did that and my heart melted. My sister told me that day that I should never let Emily get away. I promised her I would do anything I could to keep that from happening.

When I got sick, Emily waited on me hand and foot, well as much as she could without living together. I came down with the flu at the end of the summer. It came out of nowhere. The new school year had just begun and Emily was extremely busy, but she didn't care about that as much as me. During her short lunch breaks she stopped by my parents' house and brought me homemade soups she had made the night before. My mom was a delightfully jealous. As soon as the school day was over she would come back to tend to me, not caring at all that she could get sick.  She sat in bed with me and kept the rag on my head cool, between trips to the bathroom to put fresh water on the rag she was working on school stuff. When she finished her work for the night we cuddled together until it was passed the time for her to get back home.

That just names a few things Emily did for me.

We had been together for almost ten months when my birthday came around. She got me quite the gift. 

Inside the elaborate wrapping, complete with a handmade bow, was a strap-on. It was hot pink, silicone and rubbery and one of the best dildos I had seen that was modeled after a real cock. It had a nice give to it. I found out it was nice and bendable. She didn't get one that was ridiculously big. It was about seven inches and had realistic veins and a nice bulbous head.

I didn't know if this was for me to get fucked with, or just her, or the both of us. I really hoped it would be for both of us.

"Do you like your present, sugar?" Emily asked me, stroking my hair and smiling.

I nodded, still unsure who got the most benefit from this gift.

"You know I love your cock, even though it's on the small side. But I thought it would be fun for you to fuck me with a bigger one," she grinned devilishly.

I don't know why, probably because I am a fiend for humiliation, but a fresh rush of blood was sent to my cock when she said that. It came out of her mouth so sweetly. There was a reason I called her my "sweevil," a mix of sweet and evil, Mistress.

"I would enjoy that very much," I said as I pulled it out of the box and started putting it together.



"There's one other thing," she said in the same soft tone that she knew got me going.

"What's that?"

Emily's finger trailed up and down the cartilage of my ear as she spoke, "I'm going to fuck you with it too. You're going to be my good little bitch boy and take a cock bigger than your own in your ass."

I groaned. "Yes, Mistress." I paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "How is it that you know me so well and are able to pick up on all my secrets?"

She answered simply, "Because I'm your sweet Mistress and more importantly your girlfriend. Now come fuck me with your big cock, birthday boy."

We raced into her bedroom and stripped ourselves naked in a flash. Emily helped me put it on while my small erection stood beneath. I looked down feeling ashamed but so very turned on.

Once I was strapped in, Emily dropped down to her knees in front of me. "Want to see how a girl sucks a real sized dick?"

I'm sure a lot of people would say that the way she talked to me was mean. Sure, it was, but I know she's always teasing me and though she might have made fun of my cock size just now, she loved every bit if me. I also know that she loved sharing this new side of her with me.

"Yes, please," I said, looking down at her with wide eyes.

"Well, it's been awhile since I had a cock like this, but I'm sure it's like riding a bike," she winked.

Of course since this wasn't my real cock I couldn't feel anything, but it was still quite hot to watch. She grabbed onto the back of my thighs and pushed me into her face and the pink dildo disappeared inside her mouth. I couldn't help but imagine watching her do this to a guy with a dick at least this big.

She worked her face side to side and grinded her nose into my belly. I started humping her face and moaned at the sight before me. She was able to stick her tongue out and lick against my shaft with her mouth wrapped around the pink one.

She pulled back and spit up on the strap-on and jerked it, "Oh god, that tastes terrible," she laughed as she continued spitting.

Her mouth moved down and licked my erection then swallowed it easy, sucking hard in the way up.

Emily hopped back up on to her feet with a big grin. "Go lay down."

I went to her bed and laid down on my back with a pink cock standing up on my upper pelvis, thankful for the soft fake leather of the harness that allowed me to be erect underneath it without any pain.

She had disappeared back to the living room and returned with our beers, taking several sips of hers.

She set the bottles on her cherry wood dresser, "Oh, that's so much better," she chuckled, drowning the terrible silicone taste from her mouth.

Emily hopped up on the bed next to me and rubbed her hand over her bald pussy, "Good thing I'm nice and wet for that big cock."

Emily always got extremely wet. Sometimes she would make me stop fucking her for a second so she could wipe herself with the sheets, giving us some sort of traction.

Emily bent down to kiss me and whispered, "You're not allowed to cum until I fuck you with the strap-on. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, anything for you."

She kissed my lips again, then scooted down on the bed and mounted my pelvis in reverse cowgirl. I loved this view. She looked over her shoulder to me so I could see her face as she lowered herself on the cock.

"If you get close, tell me to stop what I'm doing."

I wasn't sure yet of what she was referring to, but I nodded anyways.

Emily moaned loud as she passed the length of my erection and kept filling herself up. I felt her hand come around to the underside of my organ as she grinded with the fake one deep inside of her. Her hand pushed me up against her slit and against her clitoris.

My girlfriend started bouncing on the fake shaft, tossing her head back and moaning with deep satisfaction as the pink cock dug deeper inside her than I could possibly hope to.

As she rode it, my erection got smeared with her hot juices and teased her clit.

"This big cock feels so fucking good inside me," Emily groaned.

I watched her cunt wrapped around the pink silicone dildo as she bounced on my pelvis. Her hair fluttered on her shoulders and her ass was beautiful jiggling as it hit my flesh. I couldn't help myself and reached down and rubbed the bottom of her soft feet and tugged lightly on her toes.

Emily kept bouncing on me with fury. Her hips grinded into my pelvis and her juices ran down the fake dick and collected on the harness.

I felt like I was being used, but I loved that she was being filled. My secret kink for being cuckolded came to mind as she pleasured herself on a cock that wasn't my own little one, even if it was fake. I made a mental note to bring that up some time.

Emily spit several times into her hand and wrapped her fingers around my stunted shaft. I let out a groan as she started pumping my erection in time with her thrusts on my pelvis.

She kept squealing when she slammed down on me and screamed, "I've missed being filled this much."

"I know you have, Baby," I guess the time was now because it just slipped out, "we should find you a guy with a big cock to fuck sometime. I'd love seeing you drilled and pleased."

She stopped riding, settling with the dildo deep inside of her. Her hand continued stroking my member as she turned her flushed face around.

"Really, you'd like that?" she asked, panting.

I licked my lips before confessing another one of my kinky desires. I don't know why I was nervous. I knew she wouldn't run away. She hadn't yet. But it's embarrassing to tell her things I haven't said out loud to anyone, except for people I used to chat with online.

"Yes, I would." I confessed.

Her hand started pumping faster on my shaft for several moments, and then slowed when she started gently riding again. She kept her face turned to me as we talked and her gorgeous hips rolled into my pelvis.

"You mean, like cuckolding?" Emily asked.

"Yes, exactly. You've heard of that?" I asked rhetorically. Emily always knew all the terms.

"Yeah, I fuck a guy while you watch," she said in a moan, working the fake cock inside of her.

I felt my orgasm approaching a few minutes later. I asked her to let go of me, and she did.

"So, you'd like to watch me fuck another guy in front of you? I think I could get used to that," she smiled and her hand clasped around my erection again as she started fucking herself as hard as she could.

"It would feel great to have a cock digging inside of me while I look in your eyes."

"Uh huh," I grunted.

"You want to see my face while a guy crams his cock into me, my naughty little bitch boy," Emily moaned. "That will be so much fun," she squealed.

I wondered for a moment that I might have said too much and this may make me feel thrown off to the side. But I knew that her heart belonged to me, and I would be the one she cuddled with after. I just hoped that I was right.

Emily continued grinding herself and bouncing on my harnessed cock as my mind wandered and I watched her please herself. Suddenly, she hopped off and threw herself down on the bed.

"Finger me, use your magic talents and make me squirt," she gasped.

Being the obedient boy I am, I quickly obliged her. I dug my fingers in her stretched tunnel and pumped her. I slammed my fingers into her slick hole as her fluids oozed onto my hand. She always looked beautiful but even more so as her orgasm took her over.

I pushed my fingers into her spongy g-spot and massaged her hard as I knew she liked. My thumb circled her clit. I felt her walls milking my fingers, squeezing them tight and loosening. I kept pushing on, wanting to see my girlfriend squirt for me.

Her cheeks turned red and her chest heaved. Her flesh rose up in goose pimples and her eyes rolled back. She went silent as she always did just before squirting. I pulled my fingers out quickly and an arching gush of girl cum squirted out of her.

I dove down to catch some of the rush on my face and feasted on her sensitive genitalia as she shuddered and moaned. Emily has the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted. I lived for it. I craved it. I licked along her folds and flicked her clitoris until her hand pushed me away.

"It's time for my sweet boy to get fucked," Emily said after she caught her breath.

We both got up from the bed and I took the strap-on off. Emily gathered the sheets off the bed and quickly threw them in the wash so that they would be done by the time we would go to sleep.

I grabbed a few gulps, finishing my beer while she was gone. My cock was still standing at attention and I got out the lube, not the warming kind. We had made that mistake before when I fucked her ass.

Emily returned and stepped into the strap-on. The straps hung off a lot further on her. She was so much tinier than me.

"Alright, naughty boy, lay down again," she said pointing at the bare mattress.

I laid down across it, my back settling against some if her juices that sank through the sheets. Emily pulled my legs apart and popped the lube open. I sat up on my elbows to watch her.

It was extremely erotic watching my girlfriend smear lube on the pink shaft. Her hand worked up and down, stroking herself with a cheeky grin painted on her lips.

I was too busy watching her to notice the fingers of her other hand had found my asshole and started smearing lube around it.

"Pull your legs back as far as you can, like I do when you're fucking me," Emily said softly.

I reached down and hooked my hands under my knees and pulled my legs back as far as I could. Emily helped and pushed on the back of my thighs with lubed hands, curling my back even more. Then her finger started to push into my hole. We had done some anal play on me with her fingers before, so the pain was minimal.

Emily worked my ass open with one finger, and then two. As she stroked her fake cock, I held my knees back as close to my chest as I could.

"Tell me you want my cock in your ass," Emily snarled, looking down at me as she sat up higher on her knees.

"I want my Mistress' cock in my ass, please. Your naughty boy wants it so bad," I pleaded with her. I knew how much she liked hearing me beg.

Emily bit her lip as she grinned down at me. I couldn't see much, but her fingers pulled out of my ass, and I assumed she had held her cock to push it against the entrance to my hole. She placed her other hand on my stomach and rubbed me softly as I started to breathe harder.

"Brian, sweetie, you've gotta relax, I've taken cocks up my ass several times before. It doesn't hurt as bad if you relax." Emily tried her best to calm and soothe me. "Can you relax for me? I don't want to hurt you."

I nodded, forcing myself to take deep breaths, looking up at her sweet eyes.




Brian's Story



"Good boy," I felt my rim starting to spread as she pushed her synthetic cock inside very gently, "I'm going to go really slow and soft until you get used to it," she smiled, reassuring me.

"Yes, Emily," I moaned as another few inches pushed into my anus.

I felt so full and stretched open. It hurt, but I'm not one to complain. She was being gentle as she could. I focused on her face and how her perfect tits are upturned at the bottom and how hard her little nipples were against her brown areola.

"That's about half, you okay with that?" she asked as she slowly pumped in and out of me.

"Yes, I'm good, Mistress," I grunted.

"Good boy, I'm going to put the rest of my cock in you now," Emily said as she gently thrusted into me.

I groaned as she filled my anus completely and it made my toes curl. She settled with it entirely inside my ass. I was breathing really hard and felt sweat beads popping up on my forehead.

"You're doing great," she said softly with a grin.

Emily squeezed fresh lube into her hand as she grinded into me.

"How does it feel having my big cock in your ass?"

Her hand found my organ that was rock hard and grasped onto it. She smeared the lube along my short shaft.

"It feels so naughty, Mistress," I groaned as her fist began sliding up and down my slick cock.

"That's cause you are a naughty boy aren't you?"

Emily withdrew the silicone dick from my anus, just before popping out of my rim, and then it went back in. I grunted again. The fake cock had me stretched open, and as she pushed back in I felt it rub against my prostate.

"I'm your naughty little boy, Mistress. I love being your bitch," I mumbled.

Emily worked the dildo in and out of my ass, taking her time to pick up speed. Her hand on my tool pumped in time with her thrusts.

"Do you want me to fuck you harder?" she asked more sternly this time.

"Yes please, Mistress, fuck your bitch boy's ass harder," I moaned.

Emily put everything in her tiny body behind the thrusts, getting faster and faster until she was pounding into me. With every thrust, the cock would massage my prostate, making the sensations inside me go on overload. She had to let go of my cock and stop fucking me several times. Then she would pick back up like she had never stopped.

She was getting sweaty and strands of her mane stuck to her face. I loved seeing her breasts bounce on her chest with every thrust into me.

She played along as if she really did have a cock as she drilled me, saying things like, "Your ass is so tight on my dick," and "my cock feels so good inside you."

Every one of her nasty lines made my member throb and ache. My legs were starting to cramp from the curled up position I was in, but my girlfriend was fucking me in the ass with a strap on. I wasn't going to say something about it.

Emily really gave it to me, I don't know where all that power came from in her tiny body but she was fucking me harder than I had ever been able to do to her.

"Are you my anal slut, Brian?"

"Yes, I'm my Mistress' anal slut. You fuck me so good," I panted.

Her hand was a blur on my cock when she hissed at me, "cum now, Brian, cum on your slut face."

I exploded immediately. I hadn't cum all week per her wishes. The angle she had me in made my thick seed shoot onto my face. I closed my eyes tight after seeing the rope fly at me. I felt my hot cum splash onto my nose, mouth, and cheeks. I wondered how Emily was able to look up at me with her eyes open as she took my load on her face. That must have taken years of practice, I guess.

I felt Emily pull out of me and heard her working to get the harness off as I wiped my eyes, making sure it didn't hit there before I opened them. My cramped legs settled back down on the bed.

Emily hopped back on top of me and licked the cum off my face, sharing it with me between licks.

After I was cleaned up, she collapsed on top of me with her head on my chest. We both let our hearts slow down.

"That's hard work," she giggled, nuzzling her sweaty face into my chest hair.

"You were amazing," I smiled and dropped little kisses on her sweaty forehead.

Emily really is amazing. There has never been a woman I could be so open with or knew how to get into my head so easily.

The next morning while eating our breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, Emily brought up what we had talked about the night before.

"Brian, the cuckolding stuff that we talked about last night, was that just dirty talk or were you serious about it?" she asked, and then sipped her orange juice.

I had to finish chewing before speaking. "Well, it came up because of what was happening, but I was serious. I think it's something I want to try."

"You know how open I am and I could be interested in it, but I just don't want it to tear us apart. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I do. I've never done it before, but it's something I've fantasized about for a while now. I can't guarantee I'll like it, but I would like to give it a try."

Emily nodded and then took another bite of her pancakes. I could tell she was thinking about it.

She took another sip of orange juice before speaking, "All I need is you, really. It kind of scares me to think about being with someone else."

I reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "Sweetheart, I love you. You're the best thing that I could ever ask for. Maybe we could give it a shot, and if we find that we don't like it or either one of us doesn't like it, then we don't have to do it again."

Emily rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb, "Okay, we will give it a try. But promise me that if you ever find that you don't like it anymore if it becomes a normal thing, let me know and we will stop immediately. No matter what."

I smiled. Her words made my heart melt. 

"I promise you, Emily, if my feelings change about it I will tell you. And you'll do the same for me, right?"

"Absolutely. I don't ever want to lose you. I love you to bits," she said, and then leaned over and kissed my cheek with her sticky, syrup stained lips.

Of course we did explore some of her kinks as well; it wasn't just about me all the time. Emily is really into role-playing. She enjoyed dressing up like a cop, a sexy librarian, Tinkerbell, or my boss, to name just a few. She used a lot of her old Halloween costumes. Emily would act out the characters and tell me who she wanted me to be and it always resulted in fun, awesome sex.

Another fun thing we would do is meet at a hotel bar and make up fake names, pretending like we were strangers and sometimes cheating on our significant others. We would have a wild one night stand with each other.

Emily is also really into anal play. As I said before she had fingered my ass, but more importantly, she loved having hers fucked. The nastiest things would come out of her mouth when she was taking it. She also liked having her ass fingered while I gave her oral and even tonging her back hole. Butt plugs and anal beads were also common play toys.

She also enjoys some light spanking and has me take over a more dominant role from time to time.

There was still one big thing I was hiding from her though, and it was eating away at me. I was too embarrassed to admit it until she stumbled across it.

We also hadn't discussed her fucking other men since that morning. I kind of secretly hoped she had forgotten about it. I knew it was something I wanted to experience, but I was extremely nervous. She was busy with school at the time, winding down the semester and organizing the Holiday PTA performance, which I attended.

About a week before Christmas and right around our one year anniversary, Emily asked me to move in with her. Of course, I said yes. I hurried, packing all my stuff. It really wasn't that much except for my ridiculous collection of match box cars and comic books. I left a lot of that at my parents' house, considering the size of her apartment. I did bring along a select few favorites.

She helped me move my boxes on the first day she had off of work for winter break.

We were unpacking and the only big thing I brought with me was a dresser. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was unpacking because I was setting up my dorky display of cars on top of the dresser.

I looked down at her on the floor and immediately recognized the box of underwear and comfortable shirts I wore for sleeping.

"Emily, don't open that!" I panicked.

Her hands stopped moving, holding the flaps of the box open and she raised a brow at me, "Umm, why?"

"I just, I just want to do that one myself," I stuttered.

Emily looked down in the open box then back up at me, "What's wrong with it? It looks like boxers and old t-shirts."

"There's just some stuff in there, that's um... breakable." I'm a terrible liar.

My girlfriend looked ridiculously confused and shook the box, her eyes burned into me, "It's not heavy and it doesn't sound like something is bouncing around. Why don't you sit here with me and I'm going to pull the stuff out. You know we don't keep secrets."

I groaned in embarrassment and plopped down on the floor next to her.

Emily pulled out several pairs of boxers and t-shirts, folding them neatly and placing them on the floor.

Several agonizing minutes later, she found it.

Her hands pulled out a Ziploc bag stuffed with women's panties. She didn't say anything at first, taking her time, laying each pair out over her outstretched legs. There were about a dozen of them in the bag and she examined each one, making approving faces at the cute ones and sneering a little at ones she didn't like so much.

When she finished, I could feel the heat radiating from my blushing cheeks. They had to be bright red. I felt a little bit of sweat on the back of my neck.

"So, it looks like we have something to talk about," Emily said calmly.

"Yeah," was the only thing I could say.

"You don't just have these to look at do you?" she asked as her fingers ran over the neon yellow lace hipster panties on her thigh.

"No, Emily," I confessed.

"So, you like wearing women's panties?" Emily kept the same calm voice.

I gulped. "Yes."

My girlfriend's fingers moved to the next pair, a white cotton g-string with sort of leopard print on it with pink trim.

This fetish was also rooted back to the same night when I discovered how erotic feet were. I was curious and snooping around a bit in their bedroom after finding the magazines. I found the woman's lingerie drawer and, instead of just looking at them, I tried on a pair of black lace crotch-less panties. I looked at myself in the mirror with my penis hanging out. I felt naughty and taboo, in a good way. I felt like it wasn't a normal thing for guys to do until the wonderful internet showed me that it's more common than I thought.

I didn't steal her panties, but one day I was at a friend's apartment in college while she was doing laundry. She went to use the restroom and I swiped a little pink thong of hers out of the laundry basket and stuffed it into my pocket.

Another time in college I was at the laundry mat in my apartment complex. No one else was in there and I noticed a dryer full of women's clothes. I took another pair. I did this on more than one occasion.

I didn't buy a pair for myself until I was with my ex. While we were still having sex, I bought her a couple pieces of lingerie and a few pairs of panties for myself. Over time, my collection had grown into what was now sitting on Emily's legs.

I liked wearing them when I jerked off. I also enjoyed cumming into them and eating my cum off of the fabric. I also enjoyed wearing them under my clothes on random days when I was feeling naughty. I always kept my boxers on over them, not wanting obvious panty lines.

"You're such a naughty little boy, Brian," Emily teased me. "I wish you would have told me sooner. We could have been playing with this fetish of yours for months now." she grinned devilishly.

"I didn't tell you cause it's embarrassing," I said.

Emily nodded, "I understand, but you know how open I am about everything." Then, that familiar devilish grin returned to her lips that told me something deliciously wicked was about to come out of her mouth. "To make up for keeping this from me you're going to model every single pair, right now," she giggled.

"Seriously?" I gasped

"Yes, you naughty boy, right now."

Emily gathered all the panties and hopped up on to our bed.

She held out the neon yellow ones first, waving them in the air. "Let's get started."

I felt like my whole body was blushing as I undressed, and then took the panties from her. I pulled the little undergarment up my thighs and tucked my cock and balls inside the lace.

Emily started giggling hysterically, "It looks so cute with your little bulge inside," she could barely breathe she was laughing so hard.

I liked when she giggled at me, even in this exposed state. I'm a glutton for her teasing and embarrassment.

She was clapping her hands as I walked the "catwalk" in what was now our room, strutting back and forth in the area between the bed and dressers.

"Your butt looks mighty cute in those," she continued to giggle. "Now these." She waved a pair of black satin bikini panties in the air.

I took them from her and switched into those. This pair was a bit looser, and held my junk better.

Emily's unrestrained giggles continued. "I love it, you look so cute and girly." She reached out and snapped the waistband on me as I walked by.

"Are you just getting a kick out of this or do you like it?" I asked her as I put on the next pair, a green silk type material thong with light blue ruffled trim.

She cocked her head as she looked at them on me, "Actually I kinda do like it. I haven't thought about it before really, but I think we can have fun with this."

Her giggles erupted again as I walked the "catwalk" and she smacked my ass when I passed her. I still felt insanely embarrassed and on display but I was feeling more comfortable.

"Do you like how they feel on you or is it just a naughty type thing?" she asked as I put on the white leopard g-string.

"It's both, Emily."

The fashion show continued until we had gone through every single pair of my panties.

The next day, Emily and I went shopping. I thought I was in for another standard shopping trip for Emily to buy new clothes and lingerie. I loved doing that. I could also pick up the last minute Christmas presents I still needed.

However, as we were walking up to Victoria's Secret, she told me I would be buying panties for the both of us. I was shocked to be already buying panties for her and me. We picked out several pairs, two of each kind, an extra-large for me and a small for her. It was fine until we got to the cash register. 

While the girl didn't say anything, I could see it in her eyes that she wondered why there would be duplicate pairs of different sizes. I felt clammy while Emily just smiled calmly. We got out of there quickly after paying and continued a routine shopping trip.

That night I fucked her with the baby pink silk thong I just bought. It was pulled to the side, exposing my cock. She had her matching pair pulled to the side, as well. It was Emily's idea, and it was very hot for both of us. That wasn't the last time we did that.

Over the next few weeks, she got really into our panty fetish. She deemed Friday as "Panty Friday" and I wore panties under my pants at work, without the boxers this time. Sometimes we would match. Other times, we didn't. 

My collection grew exponentially. The first time she sent me out alone to buy panties for myself I was so nervous. I had done it before, but with her directions of what specifically to look for and being commanded to do so, made it different. Alas, I survived.

One night, Emily's friends Kate and Jennifer visited. Both of them were cute blondes, spunky and full of life. They had been her closest friends since college. We were having a couple of drinks and chatting. 

Then, all of the sudden, Emily's hand rubbed my back and she said, "Brian likes wearing women's panties. He has some on right now."

She had exposed me. My cheeks flushed red and my heart sped up.

Her friends didn't believe it. They demanded to see them. Emily made me stand up with my back to them. She undid my belt and tugged my loose jeans down just enough so they could see the blue lace of my thong. 

I heard them gasp and giggle. I felt like I should hate what was happening, but I didn't. I liked what Emily was doing to me. I always liked what Emily did to me or made me do.

Whenever we saw Kate and Jennifer after that night, no matter where we were, they would ask if I had panties on. If I did, Emily would make me show them and they would giggle just like they did the first time. I ate up every minute of it.

I guess I got off track there a bit with the panty talk. Emily and I did end up trying the cuckolding thing out about two months after it was first brought up.

The first time, we bit the bullet and put an ad online. We got a flood of responses. Emily looked so cute sitting on her laptop sorting through the disgusting and ridiculous e-mails.

We wanted someone normal-ish. When she would come across a guy whose picture and e-mail didn't seem too intimidating or freaky she would show it to me. If I agreed, she put it in the maybe pile. We finally had it narrowed down between two guys and met with both.

Emily and I couldn't decide between them. As long as all went well with the first guy, the other guy would be all set up for the next time.

Leading up to it I was quite nervous. I watched her get ready and put on a cute emerald green satin bra and panty set and a matching robe over her body. She reminded me that no matter what was about to happen, she loved me and I would be the one she went to sleep next to and woke up with in the morning. I got the hint she was a bit jittery as well.

After Emily let him in to our apartment his hands were all over her. Watching her kiss him was what got to me the most. We later agreed kissing was the only thing off limits. She didn't like kissing strangers and it hurt her as much as it did me. Fucking him wasn't even near as hard on my heart. She thoroughly enjoyed feeling his big cock inside of her and I adored seeing her face as she was filled.

Of course, we weren't stupid. He had a condom on, although it would have been fun to eat his cum from her body.

My cock was rock hard and she allowed me to rub myself through my pants. It was so hot looking in her eyes as he drilled her. She even told me she loved me while riding him.

Emily was gorgeous with another man's hands on her body and his dick that was almost twice the size of mine inside her.

I didn't think it was possible, but I loved her even more after that night. I made love to her used body after he left. We talked about what had happened. I woke up next to her the next morning, and still do.

This became a regular thing for us. Once or twice a month, we would post ads or call up a guy we had already used.

A few times, a close friend of ours would fuck her. Those experiences were always great because since he was our friend and we knew him well, he didn't have to use a condom. Emily threatened cutting his dick off is he gave her a disease. Yes, she is still clean and he still has his cock.

He would cum inside her pussy and Emily would make me eat the creampie from her. It was so divinely dirty sucking his cum out of her and then sharing it with Emily. Too bad we didn't have more friends we could have done it with, because we both really enjoyed that part.

Over time, she started making me be her bitch boy in front of the other men. I wore panties and she wouldn't allow me to touch myself while she was being fucked. Every time, it got more intense and we both enjoyed it more and more.




Brian's Story



It's hard to explain to someone how these experiences could bring us closer. Trust me, they did.

That brings us to last night.

Emily and I had done normal Saturday things. We went to breakfast at our favorite diner. Then, went to see her mom and sister for a bit, and have lunch with them. We stopped at the teacher supplies store to get some new stuff for her classroom, then to the gym. Emily did her normal workout that I couldn't even imagine doing while I jogged, but mostly walked the treadmill and shot hoops. At least I was going to the gym with her.

We got home, and had a quick dinner before we took a shower together. We tried to make sure to do that at least once a week. I love how I have to hold her up a little bit so she can wash my hair. I also love to make out with her while the hot water runs down our bodies.

Emily stroked me as we made out in the shower, stopping just before I came. She had become an expert in knowing when I was getting close without me having to tell her.

We got out of the shower and Emily asked, "Do you want to go out tonight?" as we dried off.

It was already past eight o'clock, still pretty early for a Saturday night.

"Sure," I replied. "Where do you want to go?"

Emily stood in the bedroom in all her naked glory, towel drying her hair as we talked. I still got hard just seeing her nude.

"I don't want to go somewhere really loud. You know I hate the places where you can't even have a conversation because the music is too loud," Emily said then disappeared into the bathroom for just a second to hang up our towels. Then, she returned.

"Hey now, don't take all the credit. I hate those places too. Not that I don't mind having to be extra close to you to talk."

"You're so corny," Emily giggled and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too my sweet-sweet," I said then kissed her softly.

I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers.

"No, I want you in panties tonight, purple and pink polka dot ones, something extra girly."

I put them back and followed her wishes without question, "Anything for you."

"You're too good to me," she said, causing my heart to melt.

"You're better to me."

I watched Emily lift her right foot onto the corner of the bed and put the silver ankle bracelet on that I had given her for Christmas right after I moved in. It had a little silver key on it, symbolizing that she had the key to my heart and my cock.

I got dressed, putting on my little silk bikini panties, then jeans and a green and white stripped polo shirt. 

I watched Emily go to the closet. She stood there nude while she decided what to wear. She settled on a pair of hip hugging jeans, a light blue collared blouse and a dark blue and pink argyle sweater.

"How about that bar down the street? It's always nice there and the people are friendly," she asked as she went to her dresser and opened the top drawer that held her panties and bras.

I sat down on the bed. "Sure, that sounds great. The bartender there always makes drinks super strong."

Emily grabbed a satin purple balconette bra with pink seams and trim and a matching thong. We matched, sort of. We wore the same colors, at least.

I watched Emily dress herself. Watching her put on clothes is almost as sexy as watching her strip. I like seeing her flesh disappear bit by bit.

Emily slid the thong up her legs and straightened the waist band on her hips. I adored the little pink bows on the front of her panties. Two bows sat on the trim just below her hip bones.

She leaned forward a bit as she put her bra on and hooked it behind her. After she straightened her back, she reached in the cups and pulled her breasts up, propping them up in their nests.

Next came her jeans and she wiggled them up her legs. I love her hip hugging jeans. Her ass looks superb, and if it were summer time there would be just a taste of her midriff showing. 

She put on the blue blouse and buttoned it up, leaving the top few buttons undone. Then the argyle sweater came over her head, Emily pulled it down and came to me to help her untuck her collar and set it around her neck.

"I wish I could wear open toe shoes, stupid winter," she pouted going back to her closet.

I know the comment was meant to tease me and my love for her adorable little feet. She got a pedicure earlier this week. Her toes were painted sea foam blue with a cute white flower painted on both of her big toes. I had enjoyed her feet for hours since she got it done, not that I didn't enjoy them every single day.

"I know. I wish you could too, but I don't want you to be cold."

She looked over to me and smiled then pulled out a pair of pink ballet flats that matched the soft pink in her sweater. Then, she slipped her perfect feet inside them.

"I just gotta do my hair real quick, then makeup, and then we're off, sweetheart," Emily said as she came over to kiss me before going to the bathroom again.

Another reason why I love her, she doesn't take a million years getting ready. Her morning routine is usually twenty minutes at maximum.

I patiently watched her finish drying her brown locks. Emily's hair was a bit longer now but cut into choppy layers that looked great either curly or straight. She quickly ran the flat-iron through her hair, and then did her makeup. 

She never wore too much makeup. Emily had perfected the "less is more" technique. She did her eyes in soft brown and just a taste of coral blush beneath her high cheek bones. Emily finished with cherry flavored lip-gloss.

"You ready sugar pie?" she asked as she came out and put diamond stud earrings in her lobes, and then a silver heart ring on her ring finger. Both were gifts from me.

I spoil her and she spoils me right back.

We both put on our coats, hers hot pink and mine the standard male black and grey. We then went out the door.

Emily and I held hands as we walked the short walk to my weathered, old sedan. Sure, I could use a new car and probably afford one, but this one still ran without problems.

I opened the door for my girlfriend and she slid in. I went around and got in, myself. I started the car and off we went.

The drive there is rather short, a little over a mile, but Emily already had her hand inside my jeans and rubbed my cock through my panties. Her fingers massaged my head and my growing shaft as she kissed my neck.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," Emily whispered as her fingers slipped down and cupped my balls.

"I'm just okay," I smiled, "you on the other hand are the best girlfriend in the entire world."

I pulled into the parking lot and Emily retrieved her hand from my pants.

Hand in hand, we went inside the bar.

I don't know why we don't just admit this is our favorite bar. The decor isn't bad. It's clean and the barstools are comfortable. There are about twenty tables in the front area, and a backroom with pool tables and dart boards.

The atmosphere is cozy and music from the jukebox is nowhere near too loud. They still had Christmas lights up above the bar even though it was almost Valentine's Day.

Emily and I took a seat at the bar and without asking, her vodka cranberry and my favorite beer were in front of us in less than two minutes. 

The regulars usually crowded around the bar. There were some older guys who were always there, a couple who gets feisty when they drink (not in a good way), and a few people in their early twenties who always appeared to be drinking their shifts away after waiting tables that evening.

After taking off our coats and letting them drape off our chairs, Emily crossed her legs to the left and rubbed her foot along my calf as she sipped her drink.

"You know, I still believe you make my drinks better," she said.

I smiled at her and kissed her cheek.

We went on to converse about the students that have been causing her trouble at school and the random funny stories from her classes. Then I told her about the new guy at my work who thinks he's a bad-ass because he drives a motorcycle.

As we talked, I kept pulling down on the back of my shirt to make sure my panties weren't on display. I love how Emily always kept me on my toes.

We got our third drink, and as Emily swirled her straw in the liquid her eyes locked with mine.

"I want you to pick out a guy for us to take home," she said casually.

I had just brought my glass to my mouth, and spilled some of my beverage down my chin when I heard her. I gasped. I set the glass down on the bar and wiped my face.

"What? Seriously? You want me to go up to a random guy and tell him I want him to fuck my girlfriend?" I stuttered out the words.

Emily just nodded and smiled, then finally spoke, "Yes, that's exactly what I want you to do." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, whispering, "I want you to watch me fuck a guy you picked out."

I'm such a glutton for her humiliation. My cock started swelling again.

"Yes, my sweet Mistress, anything for you," I said, and then turned my face and kissed her lips.

Emily and I shared a deep kiss for several moments before breaking it off with several little pecks. I licked my lips and tasted her cherry lip-gloss.

Emily gently rubbed my thigh, "Take a look around, anyone catch your eye?"

I loved how she talked about such filthy things so naturally and sweetly.

I took several gulps of my beer and looked around the bar. There were lots of men over fifty, a group of fraternity guys at a table.  No thanks. I kept surveying the room, trying to find someone who didn't seem too intimidating to me and someone Emily would like.

Emily was waiting patiently, sipping her drink as I bit my lip and looked around the room. I finally spotted someone that didn't seem like a big muscle head or a total asshole. He looked around my age and was sitting at a table alone, watching the basketball game sipping a beer that was almost gone.

I gulped and turned back to Emily. "You see that guy over there by the pinball machine, how about him?"

Emily turned her head, still holding the straw between her lips. I saw her eyes as she checked out the guy and she nodded approvingly.

"The guy with curly brown hair, a goatee, and wearing a black sweater?"

"Yes," I replied. 

I gathered the words I would have to say to him in my head before saying them out load.

"Sure, if he's the guy you want," she smiled sweetly. "He looks cute from over here."

I felt my heart beating faster and mouth going dry. I gulped down the rest of my beer before kissing her on the cheek.

"I'll be right back."

I slid out of my chair and felt my hands start to get clammy as I walked over. I knew Emily was watching. I arrived at his table and took a deep breath.

"Hi."

The stranger looked away from the television and at me standing next to his table.

"Can I help you with something, man?" he asked, raising his brow.

"Umm, yes actually." I wiped my sweaty hands on my shirt. I felt like a doofus and it was about to get worse. "Do you see that girl over there at the bar in the blue argyle sweater?"

Emily waved as we both looked over at her. The stranger smiled a wide smile.

"Yes, what about her?"

"That's my girlfriend.  Her name is Emily." I took a deep breath and just spit it out, "I want you to fuck her. Do you think you could help us out?"

I watched him finish his beer, and then rub his lips together in thought. It seemed like an eternity until he spoke again. I noticed his green eyes shift to lust as he examined my girlfriend. He had a bit of muscle on him, not too much, but more than me.

Finally, he looked at me again.

"She's very attractive. I'd fuck her brains out. Would you be watching? Do you guys do this a lot? Is she a good fuck?"

I rubbed my hand over my neck; this guy just asked if my girlfriend was a good fuck. I felt like I was talking about a product to be purchased, not my sweet Emily.

"She is an amazing fuck. And yes, I would be watching." As I spoke I was praying he would say yes, I couldn't do this again. "Not all the time, but we've done it a fair amount."

He sized her up another time with his eyes. I looked over and saw Emily smiling back at him, twirling her finger in her hair.

"Yeah, I'll do it," he said finally in his deep baritone voice.

"Great," I replied. "Come over and have a drink with us. My name is Brian by the way, and yours?"

"Max."

I thought it would be strange to shake the hand of a guy I was about to see fuck my girlfriend, but I did it anyway. He returned it with a firm shake back.

He got up and towered over me by nearly a head and suddenly I felt dwarfed and a bit intimidated by him. Or, maybe it was just because I knew he would be fucking Emily and she is so much smaller than he is. Or, that I had picked him out knowing that he would have his cock in my girlfriend. A lot of thoughts were swimming through my head on the way back to the bar.

Emily was still turned in her seat as we approached. A sweet smile was painted on her glossed lips.

"Emily, this is Max. Max, this is my girlfriend Emily."

Emily held out her hand and her eyes twinkled and he shook her tiny hand. His hand looked so big wrapped around hers and I imagined those mitts all over her body.

"Nice to meet you," she said softly.

"The pleasure is all mine," he winked.

I groaned softly to myself as I got back into my chair. Emily spun back around and Max took a seat on the empty stool next to her.

Emily ordered another round of drinks for us and a beer for Max.

"So how does this work? I've never done anything like this before," Max asked, and then took a sip of his fresh brew.

Emily's hand settled on my thigh as she answered, "Well, basically you fuck me while Brian watches. Anything you and I end up doing is fine but there is one rule. No mouth to mouth kissing." Emily took a few quick sips of her drink. "I know that may sound weird, but just respect that rule and everything else is fair game."

I stayed quiet letting them talk. Emily's hand crept up my thigh and rubbed my cock through my jeans as they chatted.

"Sounds like fun. Why no kissing? I'm just curious."

Emily tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear as she spoke, "The first time we did this with someone he kissed me a lot and, I honestly didn't like it, and neither did Brian." She looked over at me and smiled, then back at him. "To us, in way, kissing is much more intimate than fucking and we like to keep that for each other."

Max nodded, "I gotcha. So there aren't any other rules?"

Emily shook her head, "Nope. Well I do like rough sex, but I'm not into anything extremely brutal like slapping or choking. I do like being spanked though."

"Oh I can do that for you," Max chuckled.

The conversation continued and Emily whispered a few things to him as she continued teasing me through my pants. They chuckled together a few times as they talked and I saw him nod several times. She must have told him about something she wanted to do with him.

All I could think about was that I wanted to cum so badly. She had been teasing me all day long and I knew that I wouldn't get to until he was done with her. The wait would be well worth it.

Emily flirted with him right in front of me, touching his arm and running her fingers through his hair. All while her other hand continued to tease me, rubbing my package and squeezing my balls. I heard her squeal giddily once, he must have told her how much he was packing and the squeal told me it was bigger than mine. Hopefully he wasn't gigantic.

We finished our drinks and paid our tab. Emily asked him what kind of car he had and told him to follow us.

When we returned to the car, I started it up and asked her, "Are you happy with my choice?"

Emily smiled big as she unzipped my jeans and pulled out my erection, "Yes very, he seems really nice. He said he's got almost eight inches of cock meat for me," she giggled. Then, her face disappeared in my lap.

Emily's lips wrapped around my cock and she swallowed me whole with ease. She moved her tiny body around in the front seat, settling up on her knees with the seatbelt over her.

I let out a moan as I waited for him to get behind us in the parking lot before driving back home.

Her tongue swirled around my shaft as she lightly bobbed her head. God, how I love road head.  I set the cruise control even though the ride was short.

"I can't wait to watch you enjoy that big cock," I groaned as she sucked extra hard, turning her head side to side, allowing me to feel all the corners of her mouth.

Emily pulled her mouth off me so I could put the gate code, and then returned as soon as I was done. It was just enough of a break to keep myself from cumming.

Max pulled up to me and Emily's face stayed in my lap. I rolled down my window and told him to park anywhere that wasn't a covered spot, and then pulled into our reserved space.

Emily slowly pulled her mouth off my member, and then kissed me. "Don't forget how much I love you."

"I never do," I smiled as I replied. "I love you too."

I tucked my hard dick back into my pants and zipped up. Then we both got out of the car and waited for him. We held hands as Max followed us up to our apartment.

I felt oddly at ease as we let him inside. Emily took our coats and hung them up. Max went to the sofa and sat down. 

Emily pushed the coffee table against the wall, making the area in front of the sofa proper for fucking. It was almost like a ritual. She got a quilted blanket from the closet and laid it out on the carpet. Emily didn't fuck the guys in our bed; it was always in the living room. It was strange to even think about another man being with her in our bed.

Max just watched her move around the room, staying quiet himself.

Emily walked up to me and kissed me, "Will you go get the condoms?"

"Sure, baby." I smiled, and then retreated to the bathroom, and got the condoms from the cabinet.

When I returned Emily was standing in front of Max. Her sweater was already on the floor. I put the box of condoms on the sofa. 

"Brian, why don't you undress me for our new friend?"

I saw Max grin as I came behind her and unbuttoned her blue blouse and pulled it off, revealing her shiny purple bra. Then, I undid her jeans and dropped into a squat as I pulled them down. I felt like I was unwrapping a present for Max.

Emily stepped out of her jeans and shoes. I tossed her clothes off to the side. I stood back up and watched his facial expressions with her.

Max licked his lips and began rubbing himself through his pants. "Emily you're gorgeous. Brian you're a lucky guy, and tonight, I am too."

I kissed her shoulder as Emily giggled at his compliment. I unhooked the clasp of her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders.

"Do you like my tits?" she asked him as I tossed her bra off to the side.

"Very much so."

My hands ran down Emily's sides and my fingers slid into her satin thong. I pushed it down her hips. I dropped to my knees as I reached her calves and slid the garment to her perfect feet. I heard Max groan again, he must have liked the view of her shaved pussy and nude body as much as I did.

"Thank you sweetheart," she smiled down at me, stroking my head. "Now go take off all your clothes except for your panties and have a seat on the couch."

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I bent down to kiss the top of her foot before getting up.

I expected Max to say something at the mention of panties. He chuckled a little. I assumed that might have been one of the things Emily was whispering about.

I got back up and stripped down to my purple and pink polka dot panties and sat down on the sofa near Max. My little erection pressed hard against the crotch of the panties as I felt the embarrassment of being in such a state in front of another guy.

Emily motioned at Max to get up, and he did. She held his hips and placed him sideways in front of me. Once she was satisfied with the position she pulled his sweater off and ran her fingers over his muscular chest. I saw her eyes up on his and him smiling as she slowly sank down to her knees.




Brian's Story



She looked over at me, grinning devilishly, "Don't touch your cock unless I say so, Brian."

I nodded and she unzipped his pants and pushed them down. Emily sat up on her knees as high as she could and Max spread his feet apart so her face was right at his crotch.

Emily nuzzled her face against his cock behind the confines of his red cotton boxer briefs. I watched her kiss his hidden erection and lick him through the fabric. I love how she gives other men the same care she does me.

She looked up at him smiling, "I hope you weren't lying about your size, I need to suck a nice big cock," she said. Emily curled her fingers into the waistband and quickly yanked his underwear down.

His erection sprang out at her. He wasn't lying and it was extremely thick. Emily spit into her palm, then wrapped her hand around his meat and began pulling him lightly. The fingers of her small hand didn't come close to touching. 

"Oh goody! Now I'm super excited!" Emily exclaimed.

Max grinned and he looked down at her, watching her face dive down to his balls. I saw traces of her tongue as she licked them. I knew how that tongue felt and it made me throb.

She pumped her hand on his erection, so much bigger than mine, as she sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time.

She looked so sexy with her mouth open and cheeks sunken in. I saw the movement of her tongue through her cheek. Max moaned, looking down at her. His fingers ran through her chestnut locks.

His balls popped out of her mouth and she kissed them before flattening out her tongue and taking long laps at his shaft.

I moaned softly as Max did the same.

"You really know how to service a big cock, don't you?" he mumbled.

Emily giggled as the tip of her tongue flicked his cockhead and then slid over his slit.

"I sure do," she said, then took his bulbous head in her mouth.

She looked over at me as her lips sealed around his flesh. She sucked his head greedily while pumping her fist on his rigid shaft.

Emily kept eye contact with me as she swallowed a little over half of his organ, about where mine would stop. Then she raised a brow and held his thighs, pushing her face down. I love how she looks in my eyes with a big cock in her mouth.

Max and I groaned in unison. My member begged to be touched.

Emily isn't the type that can have her face fucked repeatedly. She can deep throat like a champ. She grinds her face hard into the guy's pelvis and digs it deep into her throat. Then, my girlfriend pulls up just a little bit before diving back down again. 

She has told me she can't handle it coming in and out of her throat over and over. It makes her gag too much, so she keeps it buried deep in her mouth.

Watching her feed on Max's cock made me wish that mine was bigger. I would kill to feel her throat like he was.

Max didn't really push her. He held her head and let her work.

"Fuck you're good," he moaned.

Emily rocked her bottom jaw as she fed on him. Her lips were stretched so much and she never let up except for pulling back to spit.

I looked down to see precum stained the crotch of my panties. I love sharing this with her so much, even when I can't touch myself. It's probably a good thing I couldn't touch myself. I would have already cum.

I watched as Emily reared back to give her throat a break. She worked her mouth on his bulbous head, popping it in and out of her mouth.

"Sucking cock makes me so wet. I'm very ripe for you," she said between sucklings.

"I want to feel your juicy cunt," he moaned.

Emily crammed his whole length in her mouth one last time, pressing her nose into his pelvis before pulling back. She turned her head side to side on the way.

God, she was so good at giving head.

"Will you give it to me good, like a slutty girl with a boyfriend who has a small cock deserves?" Emily asked him as she spit up on his shaft, smearing her spittle with her hand.

Her words don't hurt me. Sure, they send a bit of a twinge to my confidence, but I know how much she loves me and that this is all part of the cuckold dirty talk.

I got a condom from the box for her. She crawled over to me and took it. She thanked me with a wink and a grin before kneeling in front of him again. She opened it up and slid it down his shaft, and then pinched the reservoir tip.

"I think we are all set," Emily said. She looked back and forth between us with a sweet smile.

Emily got down on her hands and knees on front of me and nudged my knees open with her chin. I followed her wishes and opened my legs and scooted down on the sofa so my panty covered cock was right in front of her face.

I watched Max get on his knees behind my girlfriend. He rested one hand on her lower back and began to push. Emily's eyelids fluttered and her mouth dropped open. I knew he was filling her up and stretching her as she let out a deep moan.

"Oh fuck yes, your big cock feels incredible," she groaned.

"You're so fucking tight and wet," he grunted back, working his pole inside of her.

Emily rested her head on my thigh and looked up at me as she rolled her hips back against him. He took his time, working her open and digging his organ inside of her before picking up speed.

Emily reached up and pulled my panties to the side, exposing my erection. I felt her hot breath against it as she moaned.

I focused on her face and the crinkles around her eyes as he started thrusting harder. Her mouth hung open as she forced her petite body back against his big shaft. Her dangling hair tickled my thigh.

"Fuck me harder," my girlfriend wailed, "fuck me, fucking give it to me."

Both Max and Emily were sweating now. He grunted like an animal with every thrust that jarred her little body. Any harder and I thought he could break her in two. His fingers dug into her ass, pulling her back on to him roughly.

My fingers gripped my thighs tight. A porn scene was happening right in front of me and my cock was throbbing. Emily looked so sexy taking it from behind and looking up at me. I wanted so badly to tease myself but forced myself not to. If I disobeyed her wishes I knew I wouldn't be able to cum tonight.

"Don't you dare fucking touch your cock, you little bitch boy," she hissed at me.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned.

Max gave her several extremely rough thrusts and slapped her ass a few times before pulling out.

He caught his breath for a second, and then got up on the sofa next to me. Emily hurried to climb up on his lap with her back to his chest.

"On the floor, Brian, right in front of me," Emily ordered.

I slid off the sofa and down on my knees in front of her with my member hanging out of the side of my panties.

Emily lifted her feet up onto the sofa on either side of his thighs, causing her legs to spread open wide, exposing her pretty pink pussy to me. His large hands held her hips and lowered her down on his shaft.

I watched, front and center as he entered her again. Her vulva spread open and stretched around his meat. His condom and balls were already coated in her juices. This view was amazing. Emily moaned deeply as I saw his length disappear inside of her.

Emily brought her head back up and looked down at me. "I love you, Brian," she moaned.

"I love you too, Emily. You look so fucking hot."

I loved how small she looked. His hands groped her tits and filled them completely with her flesh. Emily bounced on him, grinding her hips as she did. Max thrusted back up into her, quickly matching the speed and force they were at just moments before.

My cock ached. The sweet aroma of Emily's cunt and sex was thick in the apartment and her slick fuckhole made the sloppiest sounds as they pistoned into each other.

Emily leaned her face back and whispered in Max's ear, and then they slowed down. Emily settled on his cock, digging it deep inside of her. Her cheeks were flushed and strands of hair stuck to her sweaty face.

"Lick his balls, bitch boy. Lick his balls that are stained with my fluids."

My mouth dropped open. I had mentioned my sort of bi-curiosity to her before. It wasn't something that I just wanted to go out and do. I wanted to be told to do it. That was the only thing she didn't seem into. Apparently she was just waiting for the right situation to spring it on me.

"Yes, Mistress," I said then leaned forward.

I pushed out my tongue as Emily continued to grind on Max. I looked up at her and she smiled as I dragged my tongue along his fuzzy balls. I felt like such a naughty boy. I took quick little laps all over his sac, tasting my girlfriend on him.

"Just pretend it's a girl doing it," Emily giggled.

Max groaned, "I am."

I continued dragging my tongue on his flesh. Emily's scent made my nostrils flare.

"Now suck his cock," Emily demanded.

She lifted herself up and his organ fell out of her. Max held onto her sides and she leaned back against him, sliding down and settling her butt against his stomach.

"Seriously? I thought you didn't like that," I gasped, utterly shocked.

"Shut up and do it," she snarled at me.

I nodded and sat up a bit. She kept her eyes down on me and wrapped her fingers in my hair. She pushed my head down his shaft.

His head hit the entrance to my throat and Emily kept pushing me down.

"Come on. If I can do it, you can do it," Emily encouraged me.

I gagged immediately as his member pressed into my throat. I had never done this before and I started coughing.

Emily yanked up on my hair and glared at me, "Take it in your fucking throat."

She shoved me back down as hard as she could and his latex covered cock slid into my throat. I arched my neck down a bit to make it easier and I took it all just like my girlfriend did. I was sure her throat wasn't convulsing like mine. My eyes started watering as she held me there and I sucked the best I could. This was something that I told her I wanted. I didn't want to disappoint her.

She kept me held down and made me grind my face down into Max's pelvis.

It felt like an eternity, though I'm sure it was just a few moments before she pulled me back up by my hair.

I gasped the second I could and felt drool dribbling down my lip.

"Good boy, Brian, you'll get to cum tonight."

Emily climbed off him and kissed me before laying down on the floor. She looked over at Max and smiled big.

"Come here and drill that hard cock into me until we cum."

Max grabbed the pillows from the sofa and got to his knees between Emily's legs. He held her ankles with one hand and lifted her up easily and put the pillows under her ass.

Emily pulled her legs back until her knees were at her chest, her feet dangled in the air. He quickly took his place back inside her cunt, shoving himself in. Emily's head dropped back as Max filled her again.

"Come here and suck my toes, Brian," Emily groaned loudly.

"Anything for you, my sweet Mistress," I replied.

She didn't have to tell me to do that twice. In a split second I was on my knees above her head with her feet in my hands.

I pushed them next to each other and greedily licked her delicious little tootsies. Her ankle bracelet hung in front of me. Its key reminded me of everything wonderful about her love, and that I need to check the mailbox.

I sucked both of her big toes into my mouth and rubbed the balls of her feet as Max pounded into her.

He gave her everything he had, pummeling her with all his weight behind his thrusts. Emily was squealing wildly. Her tits were bouncing on her chest. I saw her fingers clench the blanket.

"That's it, that's what I want, both of you make me fucking cum," my girlfriend screamed.

I held tight onto her feet as her legs started quaking. My mouth greedily took all her toes from one foot into my mouth. Then I attacked the other set. I forgot about my own throbbing cock for those moments.

"You're getting so fucking tight," Max growled.

I knew what he was feeling. Her cunt was milking him, squeezing his shaft as she edged closer to squirting. He was pounding into her, forcing his cock inside of her constricting tunnel that fought to push him away.

Emily went silent and her body shuddered. Max grunted at the same time, a familiar sound that told me he was cumming in her. I saw Emily's juices spurting out around his shaft as she squirted out her orgasm. Max held himself as deep as he could inside her as they climaxed together.

I kept sucking Emily's toes, and then arched her back further. I nibbled the balls of her feet after he pulled out.

I saw him pull the condom off and he looked at me wondering where to put it.

"The trash can in the kitchen is fine," I said with a mouthful of Emily's feet.

He got up and tossed it in the trash as my girlfriend still trembled in post orgasmic bliss. Her face and cheeks were both flushed as her breathing slowed to normal.

Max started getting himself dressed again and I continued my feast of Emily's feet. I wasn't going to stop until she made me.

Max must have found the pad of paper on the fridge because he wrote his number down and left it on the bar.

"This was great fun. If she ever wants my cock again, don't hesitate to call," Max said.

Emily finally pulled her feet away from my mouth and sat up. He helped her off the floor and gave her a hug.

"I'm sure we will be calling you again," she smiled up at him, and then looked back at me. "Won't we, Brian?"

"Absofuckinlutely."

Emily stretched up on her tip toes and he leaned down, giving her naked body one last hug and kissed her cheek before she showed him to the door.

After he left, Emily promptly returned to me. She bent down and kissed me deeply.

"Now it's your turn to cum," she smiled big, and then helped me up from the floor.

She held my hand and brought me over to the arm of the sofa. She pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them.

Emily went behind me. She spit into her hand and wrapped it around my desperate shaft.

"Cum right there on the leather," she said.

I moaned a mumbled response.

She jerked my cock hard and fast. Her hand was a blur, sliding up and down my shaft as quickly as she could go.

"Fucking cum, Brian."

"Yes, Mistress. Oh fuck," I growled.

Within seconds my pent up orgasm flooded out of my shaft. The pleasure spread throughout my body and I almost fell over. My knees locked and my hips bucked as I fucked Emily's hand.

I groaned loudly, shaking the walls of our apartment. A big thick load shot onto the arm on the sofa, volleys of my pent up spunk raining down upon the leather.

"That's a good boy," Emily purred.

When my eyes opened again, I saw my pearly seed against the red leather. It was a huge load and coated the arm of the sofa in a few long ropes and several drops.

"Start cleaning," Emily said.

I bent over and my girlfriend went to the other end and did the same. We looked in each other's eyes as our tongues dragged along the leather sofa arm. We worked together, cleaning up my spilled seed. It was an oddly romantic act. We met in the middle and kissed deeply for several wonderful minutes, sharing my cum together.

We made our way to our bed. Emily said she would clean up the living room in the morning.

We got into bed and I spooned my girlfriend, holding her nude body as tight to me as I could. She reeked of sex with another man and I loved her so much for it. I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her supple flesh. Her body was molded to mine.

"Thank you so much for tonight," she said softly.

"No, thank you, sweetheart. You were utterly amazing," I said against her ear, nuzzling my cheek against the side of her head.

"You're the best guy any girl for ask for."

I felt her smiling.

"You're the only girl out there who I could ever love this much," I whispered into, and then kissed her ear.

Her hand rubbed my forearm as I held her.

"I love you so many bunches there aren't enough in the world to cover it," Emily's voice was getting softer as she neared drifting off to sleep. "Promise me you'll never leave me."

"You know I won't, but I promise." 

I squeezed Emily even closer to me. I always feel like I can't be close enough to her.

I know I said earlier that we weren't ready to get married, but I think I was wrong. We don't need to rush into having kids and move to suburbia just because we said vows. I have no doubt that our adventures will persist.

I want her forever as mine. I think I may start my search for the perfect ring for my perfect girl tomorrow.