2 comments/ 131140 views/ 21 favorites Coming to Life By: Strangetwist In my younger days, I had always been frisky. I not only enjoyed the sex, but also the thrill of the chase. I put all that behind me when, at 25, I married. We had our first child a few years later. Motherhood took its toll, however, and I found as I approached 28 years of age that I was turning fewer heads. Not that I am ugly: I'm a natural blond, with long legs on a 5'10" frame. Since I'm still breastfeeding, my breasts are large with milk and have soft protruding nipples. I have worked hard to get my figure back. My butt is really starting to tighten up, and my waist is much slimmer than it was, and I feel great about that. My husband and I had argued all last spring about when we would have our next child. I wanted to do it before I got too much older. He wanted to wait a few years. Without telling him, I stopped taking my birth control pills. As spring gave way to summer, our arguments grew. When a couple of my old university friends asked me to go out with them, I readily agreed, feeling I needed a break. Years ago, I would have spent hours dressing to kill before going out. My choice in clothes was now more 'practical'. It was hot that night so I wore an old pair of runners, loose track pants and an oversized sweater. Since I was still breastfeeding Jason, my nipples were tender, so I went braless. In the mirror, I saw someone who looked dull, lifeless. A popular band was playing in the club that night so the place was packed. We had to share our table with a group of young guys. At first they were shy, but eventually they began flirting with us. Being older and married, we were all flattered by the attention and happy to play along. One of my friends, Helen, was soon lost in conversation with a guy called Mike. Sheila, the bold one, had made friends with a fellow called Tony. Halfway through the first set, I noticed his hand had found its way to her knee. I had paired up with a guy named Bob. I discovered that he was majoring in 19th century English literature. Between sets, we talked about life in a more romantic era. It had been a long time since I had spoken of such things, and it felt great to have a handsome young man pay such close attention to an old hag like me. The tease in me came out to play that night. As we talked I would look deep into his eyes. Then, when I wanted to emphasize a point, I would touch him with my fingertips: sometimes on the hand, sometimes on the arm, and once on the knee. The first time I did this, he jumped as if he'd been electrocuted. I enjoyed watching him react. I had forgotten what it felt like to control a man with a few simple touches. They really are primitive creatures. I suppose I also complained a little about married life and the drudgery of motherhood. As midnight approach, I realized that my son had been in bed for a long while, and that my husband was probably asleep too. Feeling guilt familiar to most mothers, I told Bob that I had to leave soon. He offered to walk me to my car, some distance away. We walked along a path overlooking the river that runs beside the campus. Scattered clouds hung in the night sky. The moon was full. The air was warm. After the din of the club, the tranquility was overwhelming. Bob asked if I wanted to climb down the bank and walk along the river's edge. I had always enjoyed the wildness of the river's edge more than the manicured path, so I agreed. As we climbed down the rocky embankment, he took my hand to steady me. Chivalrous, I thought, remembering our earlier conversation. Halfway down, the gravel gave way beneath my feet and I lost my balance. Bob was there to catch me. We began to make our way along the river's edge. The dew glistened in the moonlight. It was beautiful, but it also made the footing treacherous. I slipped again. Bob offered me his hand. This time I kept hold of it hand as we walked along. It had been years since I had walked hand in hand, alone with a man, in the moonlight. We came to a rock outcropping that overlooked the river, accessible through a narrow path. I had often gone there in years past. Being secluded, it was popular with lovers. Wanting to see if it was still as I remembered it, I led him forward. We emerged into a small clearing. We stood admiring the view. The river spread out before us, sparkling in the reflected light of the moon, the night air soft and warm. I felt his presence close behind me. "It's beautiful," I said. "As are you," he said. "Right," I said mockingly. I then felt him rest his hand gently on my shoulder. I said nothing. I didn't know what to say. The fingers of his hand then began to trace their way gently down my back. My heart was pounding, my breath shallow. I tried to tell myself that this was all very innocent, but I no longer felt 'lifeless'. Emboldened by my acquiescence, he whispered, "You really are beautiful," to which I replied "I'm also married." He then turned me toward him. We stood inches apart. I couldn't bring myself to look up at him. "Close your eyes" he whispered. I did as told. I could feel his breath upon me. We stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Deep inside, I knew I wanted him to touch me. Then I felt his hands tilt my head up and begin caressing my face like it was the most beautiful thing in all of God's creation. I felt his lips kiss me tenderly on my forehead, on my cheeks and neck. "We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered, even as I let my face be showered with kisses. "We need to stop" I breathed in his ear ... but my body sent him a very different message as my arms encircled him. He then drew my face toward him until our lips met. It was not long before I was gently returning his kisses. His lips parted. I felt his tongue. I responded, and the passion of our kissing grew hot, wet, and intense. I felt like I was back in high school, on one of my first dates. The thrill of romance was back in my life. I felt alive for the first time in years. I quivered when one of his hands moved to the small of my back and drew my body close to his. Betrayed by emotion, I pressed myself against him and felt his growing hardness. A wife and mother, here I was, locked in a passionate embrace with a stranger. I felt a wicked surge of excitement when his left hand slipped under my T-shirt and begin to caress my bare back. "We should stop," I said, doing nothing to stop him. "Someone might see," I added. I was no longer thinking straight. I could feel my heart racing. I felt like a confused teenager. I should never have let myself get into this situation. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but when I felt his hand roaming further up my back, I confess I enjoyed it. Arms still wrapped around his neck, I knew I was silently inviting his exploration. When his fingers found their way to the side of my breast, I registered a weak protest. "My husband, please, I'm married," I said, but still I made no move to stop him. When at last he touched my nipple, I sighed, and I felt myself tingle down below. No man other than my husband had touched me there in years. He played with the tip of my breast, stroking it tenderly, rhythmically. In my mind I knew this was wrong. In my heart I felt only passion. He began showering me with kisses. I could have drawn away but, like a vixen, I kissed him back. His other hand soon found its way inside my sweater. His fingers floated on my bare belly for a while, making me tingle down below. His fingers then danced their way up to my breasts, where they began pleasuring my nipples in unison with long slow gentle pulls. I loved it, but I was also embarrassed: I was still breastfeeding and could feel the mother's milk beginning to flow. My breasts soon became slippery. The wetter they became, the more he seemed to enjoy squeezing milk out their tips. It was carnal. It was humiliating. It was wildly erotic. I would never have allowed my husband to do such a thing, but with Bob I was without the power to resist. His right hand then dropped from my breast, drifting down to my hip, coming to rest near the waistband of my track pants. I knew, feared and longed for what was coming next. Sensing no resistance, Bob's fingers made their way under the waistband, coming to rest on my butt, just inside my panties. The tips of his fingers toyed with the crack of my ass. He was just inches from discovering how wet I had become. "Bob," I said, "this has to stop. I'm married. I just can't." My words were said without conviction. I couldn't think straight. My heart was pounding. We were alone in the moonlight. He was not forcing anything upon me. I felt alive. When, the way my life was going, would I ever be in this position again? Perhaps I could let things could go just a little farther. My cunt was no longer wet: it was liquid, and I was sure he could sense it. "Come closer," he breathed. Like a slut, I pulled myself to him, parting my legs a little, inviting the hand that was on the crack of my ass to move lower. His fingers crept lower and lower, teasing me. "Touch me." I breathed, parting my legs even more. I felt the tips of his fingers linger for a sinful moment on my anus, and then slip past. Two fingers entered me, and with the tip of his index finger, he touched my stiffened clit. "Oh God that feels good" I said. My legs trembled. I parted them even more. "I want you," I breathed. "Are you sure?" he asked, finger just teasing the tip of my clit. "Oh God yes." Taking that as his cue, he slid my track pants and panties over my hips. They fell to the ground. He quickly removed my sweater and scrambled out of his own clothes too. He then led me over to a nearby bench, sat down on the edge and positioned me so that I straddled him. Looking into my eyes and kissing me in the moonlight, his fingers worked their magic on my clit. Overcome with lust, I reached down to stroke his cock, rubbing its bulbous head against my pussy lips. Then looking into his eyes I said again, "I want you to put it in me." With one thrust of his hips, he slid effortlessly into me. Until this moment, I had never been unfaithful to my husband. The position we were in was ideal for a slow fuck, but Bob wanted more and so did I ... so after a while he had me stand and bend over at the waist, legs apart, hands holding the bench, breasts hanging down like those of a cow. Bob positioned himself behind me and then, after rubbing the head of his cock on my cunt and my anus, he slid the full length of his shaft deep into me. "Please," I begged him "don't come inside me." He took his time: not always easy for a young man. Sometimes he would tease me by sliding the head of his cock in and out of my cunt, making me squirm in anticipation of a much-wanted thrust. Sometimes he would cup my breasts as they swayed in rhythm to his strokes, pulling gently on my nipples. I liked it best when he would reach under me to stroke my distended clit while thrusting deep inside. This sent a tingling sensation coursing through me, which grew and grew until my body was wracked with a second orgasm. I was so focused on my own animal passions that I didn't realize that Bob had come too, inside me. What had I done? We lay coupled in the moonlight, basking in the afterglow of our passion, his seed on its way to places where it shouldn't have been. After a while, we got dressed and finished walking to the car in silence. I felt emotionally confused: ashamed yet exhilarated. Taking me in his arms and looking into my eyes, he asked if he could see me again. Without conviction, I said I didn't think it would be a good idea, and began crying. Holding me, calming me, he began kissing me. I didn't resist. One thing led to another, and before the night was out, he'd had his way with me once more, this time spread out on the hood of our car, with me urging him on loudly in the shadows of a public parking lot. I felt so wicked when I crept into bed beside my husband later that night, Bob's seed still at work inside me. Following my encounter with Bob, things were pretty rough between my husband and me. He had no idea why I was on edge, and all I could do was think of how I felt when I was in Bob's arms. With my husband I felt like a 'haus frau'. With Bob, that night, I had felt like a goddess. I liked that feeling. I wanted to feel it again. Bob had given me his phone number, just in case I changed his mind. I worked up the courage to call him a few weeks later. He seemed glad to hear from me and asked when he could see me. I told him that I had lied tell my husband about going out with Helen on Friday night. I said I planned to sleep over at her place, just like we did when we were teenagers. My husband didn't care for Helen, so I was sure he wouldn't call. My plan, of course, was to spend the night a Bob's place. He quickly agreed. I wore a loose white sweater with no bra and a black skirt of moderate length. For this occasion I had also bought a pair of white panties and a pair of matching self-supporting stockings. The outfit made me look like a tramp ... and I loved it. I waited until I was parked outside Bob's place to put on the stockings. I knocked on his door, imagining that we would be alone. Instead, I found that he shared an apartment with two roommates, both of whom were there. I already knew Tony. He was the one who had paired off with Sheila the night Bob and I first met. The other was named Roger. The romance of our first evening together had vanished. I was there to spend the night having sex with Bob. I knew it. He knew it. Apparently Tony and Roger knew it too. Bob offered me a seat on a sofa, fixed me a drink, then sat down beside me. Tony and Roger sat across from us. Bob wasted no time. He turned toward me and began kissing me. It seemed that the price of admission was going to be a little show. Deciding to play along a little, I began to return Bob's kisses. Things got steamy fast. I felt a hand between my thighs, urging them apart. This was too fast. I moved his hand away. Then I whispered that I wanted to go to the privacy of his bedroom. "Soon," he replied "but let's put on a little show for the boys first". I lay there, being smothered in wet kisses, becoming hotter and hotter. One of Bob's hands found its way inside my sweater. I should have resisted, and for a moment I did, but not for long. Soon he was fondling my breasts. The more he played with my tits, the more my sweater bunched up until finally my tits were really on full display to his friends. Seeing that I would offer little resistance, I heard one of Bob's friends say, "Show us a bit of leg." I suppose I did part my legs a bit, allowing the hem of my black skirt to ride above mid-thigh. This revealed the tops of my white stockings. Encouraged by this, Bob's hand found its way back to my leg. I registered only a weak protest. He whispered, "Put on a show for the boys. Open wide." "Not here," I replied, but the more hotly he kissed me, and the more he stroked the bare skin above the stockings, the wider I spread my legs. My skirt was soon bunched up and my flimsy panties, wet with excitement, became clearly visible to his friends. I almost died with embarrassment when he began to play with me through the panties. At first he did no more than apply the gently strokes my distended clit, but my hips responded greedily. The situation quickly grew out of control. He instructed me to play with my breasts. I did as I was told. "Pull on your nipples," he whispered. His friends watched as I pleasured my own nipples. They began to lactate. Encouraged by this, in full view of his buddies, he then slipped his hand inside my panties. After a weak protest, I gave in and let him play with me. Just as I was panting my way to the edge of orgasm, he withdrew his hand. "Don't stop now," I said breathlessly, desperate for relief. He had other plans, and proceeded to guide my left hand underneath my panties. With our fingers intertwined, he told me to play with myself. Together we stroked my clit. He then whispered, "Finger yourself." I began to moan. "Use two fingers," he commanded. I obeyed. Humiliating me completely, he then pulled my panties to one side so his friends could watch as I slid my middle and ring fingers in and out of my wet pussy. I whispered to him that I was desperate to be alone with him. "Bring yourself off in front of the guys, and then we'll go," he said. Hotter and hornier than I had ever been in my life, I repeatedly slid my two fingers of my left hand deep inside me. With my pinkie finger, I caressed my anus. With my right hand I furiously stroked my clit. A few minutes later, Bob carried me - spent - to his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed. Then he left to get drinks. When he came back in, he left the door ajar. At first we just kissed, but things quickly started to heat back up. He reached under my sweater and moved his hand to my breast. I let him play with me, enjoying the feeling of him tugging at my nipples. He then guided my hand to his pants. I felt his member grow in response to my touch. He wrestled it out of his pants. I stroked him, liking the way his cock felt in my hand." After a while I felt him put his hand on my thigh. He commanded me to take off my panties. I did as instructed, lay back and parted my legs. This was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers quickly found their way to my clit, and then inside me. My hips responded with urgency. I had neither the power nor the will to resist. God I felt alive. Bob then moved his head to between my legs: my husband hates eating me out, so I was really looking forward to a good tongue-lashing. Grabbing my legs by the ankles and holding them up into the air, he licked my clit, then buried his tongue in my snatch and then, when I was sure I couldn't stand it anymore, he licked my asshole. I had never felt anything like it before. I didn't even know such things were done. I couldn't help it. I wrapped my legs around his head, trying to force his tongue more deeply inside me. I was wet and ready for more. He then climbed on top of me and, despite his size, slipped easily inside of me. My hands reached down to grab his buttocks and draw him in. Of their own accord, my hips moved to meet his thrusts, urging him on. I found that I couldn't help myself from moaning in rhythm with his strokes. I showered him in hot, wet kisses: I find it wildly erotic to be wet kissed while I have a cock in my cunt. My hands wandered all over his body. With each thrust I felt my breasts surge up and down my chest underneath my sweater. I threw my arms around him and found myself begging for more. "What do you want me to do?" he whispered. "Fuck me hard", I breathed. "Like this?" he said, hesitating, the tip of his cock resting, quivering, on my clit, bringing me to the edge of orgasm, desperate for his next thrust. "No, don't tease me like that. Put it in me hard." I said. "Like that?" he asked, sliding all the way inside me, his balls slapping against my ass. "Just like that", I breathed as he drew himself out, ready for another thrust. "Are you a bad girl?" he teased, again hesitating. "Oh yes" I sighed. "Will you do wild and crazy things for me?" he teased, again hesitating. "Anything" I sighed, wanting him to stroke me again. "Will you be a naughty wife?" he demanded; again hesitating; again resting the tip of his quivering cock on my clit, making me crave the next thrust. "I am a naughty wife." I growled, as I ran my fingers down the crack of his ass, making him gasp. "Now fuck me." He began pumping furiously. "Yes. Do it. Again. Deeper. Again." I spasmed. I moaned. Hands on his buttocks, I pulled him deep into me. I came in waves. The instant I stroked his balls, he came too. His roommates must have really enjoyed the guttural sounds coming from the room. We lay there for a while, gathering our strength. Then he took off the remainder of my clothes and gently caressed my body. This must have gone on for 30 minutes. I became very relaxed. He then threw on a robe and, with a kiss, left the room, promising to come back with more drinks. I heard him in the next room, being congratulated by the boys on his conquest. I lay on my belly, lost in thoughts of how I had just cheated on my husband again. Not only that, but I had let myself be used as the star attraction in a sexhibition. At least we had ended our session on a tender note. Coming to Life I must have drifted off. I was awakened by the sound of the door closing. I was glad that we would now have some privacy. I felt a gentle touch on my back. I lay there enjoying the sensation of fingers playing with my body, like it was a musical instrument. The room was now semi-dark. I was surprised to find that a few candles had been lit. The atmosphere was more sensual than sexual. Perhaps the romance was not all gone after all. Soon enough, those butterfly fingers danced their way to my buttocks and thighs. Eyes closed, I spread my legs apart, hoping that my inner thighs would be treated to the same caresses. I was soon rewarded, and in time, those gentle fingers also made their way to my cunt, still oozing come. They slipped easily inside, stroking, slowly stroking. This is what I had come here to experience. I reveled in this more sensual approach to lovemaking. In time, the fingers moved to play with my stiffened clit, gently massaging it between thumb and forefinger. It was like I was living a dream. I heard myself moaning. I raised my hips up and felt them gyrate. Then I felt another set of fingers tracing their way along the crack of my ass to play with my asshole. I felt the tip of a come-covered finger slowly apply pressure. I raised my ass even further in the air, sphincter dilated as much as I could, signaling its readiness. I felt the tip of the finger slip gently in; another couple of fingers slid into my cunt; a thumb put pressure on my clit. Being pleasured in this way was a completely new experience for me. I began pumping my hips. I heard myself panting. The more I pumped, the deeper those come-covered fingers slipped inside me. I heard myself moaning loudly and crying out for more. Despite the door being closed, I imagined the boys in the other room were enjoying the audio portion of the show. I was near the edge of yet another powerful orgasm. Eyes still closed, savoring every sensation, I heard myself say, "God, I'm horny. Fuck me. Now." I must have said the right thing at the right time because in the next instant I felt a cock enter me. Maybe it was this new position, but that cock seemed to fill me up more completely and go more deeply into me than any cock had ever done before. It was a strange, powerful sensation; each thrust causing me to grunt as air was forced from my lungs. Not content just to fuck me, I felt one hand reach around and play with my clit, causing my hips to gyrate wildly. "Do that some more." I pleaded. I felt the fingers of another hand on my ass, thumb resting on my anus. How I had come to love that back door feeling. "Go ahead," I commanded. Only a slut would beg for it like this. The feeling as the thumb entered my asshole sent me over the edge. I came in a frenzy, my body wracked with spasms. I wanted to smother my lover with hot, wet kisses. I twisted round to find not Bob, but Tony. I was stunned but, in mid-orgasm, all I could do was remain impaled, cock in cunt, thumb in butt, wave after wave crashing over me. Tony had come too. It was the first time I had ever had the seed of two men inside me at the same time. After a while, we collapsed on the bed. We lay there together, in silence, for a long time, his tool throbbing inside me. At last it softened and slipped out, but still he held me in his arms, caressing me, making me feel like a rare and special treasure. I spent the rest of the night in bed with Tony. At one point he asked if I thought he should leave and let Bob back into his own bedroom. "No," I said, "you're the better lover." I think he liked hearing that. When we awoke the next morning Tony naturally wanted to fuck me again, and I gladly let him. Of course we used Bob's bed: me on my back, legs in the air, my hands on his hips, urging him on, his tool sliding ever so deeply inside me. When I came, it felt heavenly. After showering together, Tony went to rustle up some grub. The other guys were off running Saturday errands. I looked at the clock. At home, I knew my husband would be taking our son to the park to ride on the swings. It wasn't long before Tony was riding me again too, this time from behind, me bent at the waist, hands holding on to the kitchen table, breakfast long forgotten. I was lost in the throes of an orgasm when I heard the kitchen door open. In walked Bob and Roger. What a sight must have greeted them: Tony, every inch the young stud, stood there with his prick buried inside the wife of another man. I was deeply ashamed. I wanted to stop but Tony, hands on my hips, kept driving into me. He was determined to finish fucking me right there, in the kitchen, in front of his friends. He was the dominant male and I was his trophy fuck. I heard Bob say, "God, she's a slut." I felt humiliated, but the truth of those words was plain to see. Grunting with each thrust, Tony picked up the pace. I began to moan. Next, I felt Roger's hands on my swaying breasts, and I heard Bob say, "Pull on her nipples." Roger did as he was told. My breasts, charged with mother's milk, were soon wet. Bob then moved down my body, using his fingers to play with my clit and my exposed anus. It was the lewdest, most obscene moment of my life, and it quickly sent me over the edge. As I came to my senses, I decided that I wanted to leave as soon as I could, but Roger was determined to have his way with me, just as Bob and Tony had already done. In the end, I was powerless to resist his advances and he took me as well. I no longer see the boys. Bob tried calling a number of times. He even tried to blackmail me. At one point someone had a video camera running, and they caught me doing some wild and crazy things, but I don't care. So long as Bob thinks I might agree to have sex with him again, he can't use the tape: he knows that he is not going to get what he wants if he shows the tape to my husband ... and I know that if I went back, I know it would be more of the same, or worse In any case, if I did go back, it would be to Tony. As for my new son, he is a beautiful, innocent baby. My husband loves him dearly ... and I wonder whose it is? Coming to Light Her fingers felt the cold as she unclipped the lights from the window frame, and the corners of her mouth twitched as she worked. These windows had always been drafty this time of year, and she was in no way dressed to work in those conditions. But, it was time for the holiday lights to come down anyway, and she wanted to stay busy while she waited. It was late, and time for bed, but she wasn't expecting to sleep soon. Time with friends always charged her up, and she'd enjoyed hostessing the party they had thrown that afternoon. She'd insisted on being the first in the shower, once they'd cleaned up the place - but that left her with nothing to do, when he shooed her out before his turn under the water. She had tried laying naked in their bed, listening for the sound of the shower running to stop, letting the party replay in her head. Smelling her own skin, however, and remembering all those wicked looks throughout the day, made her a little too crazy to stay still. Soon she'd found herself wandering downstairs with her nearest robe wrapped around her, and deciding to take down those lights as a different way to keep her hands busy. She heard the water cut off at last, and the thumps of his feet as he stepped around on the floor above. The last clip came loose with a tug, and she lowered the string of lights to the carpet. One more window to go, and then the lights along their breakfast bar... the next ones she wouldn't tangle so badly taking them down. Reach down and gather the strand, shake it out - they're not too hot to coil up while they're still lit... The coil unwound itself along the floor again, as she jumped and spun around. His hand had found the bare back of her thigh at a vulnerable moment, with her too busy bending over tangles to listen for him. His grin widened as she thwacked him on the arm, and he turned it into a hug somehow as he stepped into her. Rising to her tiptoes for a kiss was her idea, the very moment her cold fingers slipped inside his robe to touch his shoulders. The lights at their feet illuminated them softly as the kiss deepened, as she savored the clean scent of him, the tightness of his arms around her waist. She felt sexy - he felt ready. Who knows where the kiss might have gone, had there not come the sound of tires in their back driveway, and flickers of passing headlights on the walls of the dim room. She pulled herself away, wrapped her robe tighter as she stepped to the full-length window, and said an unladylike word as she looked out over the deck. She recognized the car as belonging to one of the partygoers, one of her man's idiot friends. She said the friend's name in a frustrated tone as she turned back to her man, adding "He probably forgot something when he left the party." Her brow furrowed slightly as she saw what her man had done, in the seconds she had been at the window. He'd pulled one of the stools over from the breakfast bar, almost into the spot where she'd been standing, with its high back toward him. Her lips quirked at one corner - from the way his body had felt before she stepped away, and from the way his face looked as he watched her turn, she knew what he needed to hide with the stool. His lopsided grin acknowledged hers, and he chuckled a bit as he spoke. "Well, I guess we should see what he wants." He stepped around the barstool, tightening the belt of his robe, his pocket bulging differently than she'd expected. He patted the black leather of the seat, saying "Come sit here. I've been wanting to put you on a pedestal." She stepped toward him even as she rolled her eyes - if nothing else, she needed to get away from the cold draft on the backs of her thighs. He took her hand as she stepped back across the scattered lights, and was almost gentlemanly in helping her perch on the edge of the stool. He'd circled to stand in front of her by the time she settled in, and lifted her chin with two fingers to see her eyes. "Perfect," he said. Her hands gripped the edge of the stool - she could feel herself blushing as she spoke. "Go find out what he wants." Her tongue moistened her lips. "Hurry." He smiled, reached into his pocket, drew out its contents. His hand stayed close to his body, keeping his secret as he drew her hand close. "You better hold this," he said, pressing something into her palm, her hand automatically closing. Her eyes widened. Her pocket rocket! Butterflies filled her as she remembered the time he'd first found her favorite little vibrator sitting out on the night stand, the long slow tease that night had turned into... She swallowed before she spoke. "You can't just leave me here holding this thing. How is THAT going to look?" He sidestepped as she spoke, circling to her left, leaning in for a quick kiss on her forehead. "Well, you do look lovely." Hand on her shoulder, he circled around behind her. "Hell, maybe a look at you IS what he wants." Her mouth went dry, and her knees reflexively pressed together. She had caught his friend looking during the party, as she moved through a busy room. Looking at her so hard, in fact, she'd felt obligated to give her man a kiss as she passed him, posing on her toes for a moment as she did. Was that the moment she'd started feeling super sexy, feeling sure she'd need to get laid tonight? Oh shit... Her lips pressed together briefly, and she tried to control her voice. "Cut it out, dammit! He'll be at the door in a minute." "Oh, so we have a little time?" Her knuckles whitened, gripping the toy, as his hand rested on her left thigh. Her back straightened instantly as he slid it quickly along her leg, fingertip nudging the warm spot where her legs met. "Maybe you won't need long, hmm?" She slammed her knees together, pinning his hand between her thighs, as she hissed that unladylike word again. "Stop it! He really is gonna see!" His pinned fingers nudged maddeningly at her labia. His voice teased and soothed. "Oh, shut up - he couldn't see in if he tried. Besides, he always goes around to the front door when he comes over." She looked at the window in front of her, lit only by the lights still hanging and by the strand on the floor. She could see no car lights from the driveway, and the lights against the window made it impossible to see any other details, except a faint reflection of herself. Did that mean he really couldn't see in? A sudden reflex bowed her shoulders forward, abdomen tightening, as her man's fingers found her clit. She knew he could tell what a wet mess she was becoming, and trying to sort out all the sensations her eyes and body were giving her seemed for a moment overwhelming. "You are very ready, and I want you very much," his voice purred in her ear again, his body shifting back behind the stool's high back. She got a whiff of his just-showered body as his arm came around, and his right hand rested on her right thigh. "I can watch your face in that reflection while I touch you, and it's driving me crazy." She focused in on the window again, seeing the reflections of her knees, her feet on the rung of the stool... the tie of her robe beginning to hang loosely because of how she'd been shifting in her chair... her man wide-eyed behind her, his cheek against her hair... his hand still moving against her... his other one tugging to spread her leg wide... Nobody could see, right? She felt her legs begin to part, his fingers taking advantage... That jackass is gonna knock on the front door any moment... Her eyes searched the window, seeing only reflections. Did that mean that only she could see? She scooted to the edge of the stool, she spread her legs wide... and her heart skipped a beat as her robe fell open. God, she hoped that only she could see. Her man's hands shifted quickly, sliding underneath her thighs just above her knees, holding her firmly, resisting as her legs tried to twitch closed. Without even his groping hand to impede the view, she shuddered to see how her reflection exposed her. She could see all the signs her body showed when she was completely in heat. Really? Already? Like that? A tiny moan escaped her as she took in her man's reflected face - how he concentrated on the sight of her, having her completely in his hands. "So sexy," his voice came again, complete honesty in his tone. His grip tightenened, his voice came more insistent. "Show me. Touch it. Let's play." The hand clutching her tiny vibrator almost dropped it, as her fingers fumbled to switch it on. A small part of her wondered what she was doing what her man said, right there with all the lights glowing. But he must be right about everything - she WAS sexy, behaving this way. She could see it in the window - she could hear it in her man's voice. Her hand moved on its own - her fingers shifted from memory to contact her swollen clit... "FUCK," she said, clearly and loudly, and this time it didn't feel unladylike at all. Her eyes never strayed from her reflection as she felt her body react, all the heat of the long night's waiting meeting all the sensations on her skin. His hands held her steady as her legs tried to spread even wider, as she bucked against the back of the stool shifting her hips until it felt just right. Her hand moved, her fingers dipped, the buzzing rose and fell as she rode the sensation, masturbating slowly as they watched... the hostess of her own little party... The party! Her eyes widened. How long had it been since the headlights? Was what's-his-name knocking at the back door? Was he looking at her, just like he'd been looking this afternoon, seeing just how sexy she could be? She felt her mouth drop open, not knowing what shock to feel. Her heels dug into the rung of the stool. Her man's hands suddenly slid all the way up her body, her robe falling away completely, as he cupped her breasts. His fingers clamped on her nipples, strong and certain, as he repeated back to her... "fuck..." She wasn't quite sure what happened next, but it seemed to go on forever. It ended with her man's arms around her, and him making nonsense sounds of comfort and praise in her ear. Yet another tingle passed through her, head to heels, as she saw how utterly sexual she looked even then, within her reflection, gasping for breath. From a few feet beyond the window, a cigarette lighter sparked, shining through the picture she was framing, disrupting it only just enough. It lit, from beneath, a face and an expression she recognized from the afternoon's party. Their unexpected guest wore the same look of concentration her man had been - all focused on her, completely desirous. So little light, showing so much. Her knees reflexively tried to come together as she saw him - but she found herself spreading again, as her man continued cupping and displaying her breasts, gently teasing her nipples. She studied the face beyond the window, limp on her pedestal in the middle of the room, wondering at how she was feeling about what she'd just done. "I told him this afternoon that you would probably cum before he did, " her man said softly, and she felt a blush rise to her face. She realized she didn't even know how long she'd sat there, staring at how his friend reacted to her body, before her man had to say something. Her man released her and stepped around the stool, to where he could see her face, being careful not to block anyone's view as he moved. Her fluttering hands dropped her toy, not knowing quite how to move without his arms around her. Though she thought a panicky thought about closing them, a warm strange feeling prevented her from closing her rubbery, traitor legs. Her eyes locked with those of the man outside the window, the man who'd just watched her. She swallowed with her suddenly dry mouth as her man spoke again, in tones smooth and controlled. "Don't you think we should let him in now?" Coming to Live My wife had been gone six months when my sister Karen called, "What's going on big brother? Moping?" She meant it to be funny but it still stung. My wife Lori had walked out one day while I was at work. She left her ring on top of a note that read "I'm leaving. I've met someone through my game who gets me." Lori had started playing World of Warcraft and that's when our two year marriage fell apart. She wasn't working while we tried to start a family but she was quickly doing nothing else either but playing her game. Sadly my sister's words didn't sting because they were true but because I felt guilty for not moping. Lori's leaving was a relief. "Hey sis, no, I'm done moping. I've actually got a date if you must know," I told her. "Good for you! I won't keep you then but I've got a huge favor to ask. How would you feel about a roommate? Jen is going to start grad school soon and if she has a Texas address she can get in-state tuition plus I'll know that she's safe and looked after. Think about it and you can get back to me," my sister said. "I don't have to think about it. Of course she can move in. It'll be nice to have another person around. I've got to ask though. Is this something she wants or are you forcing this on her?" I asked not wanting Jen to feel she had to move in. "Actually this was her idea," my sister replied, "You don't know how much this means to me. We'll talk more later. Have fun on your date. Bye." My sister is five years younger than me. At 17 she got pregnant and my parents kicked her out of the house. She moved into my apartment with me and for the first eight years of Jen's life I was basically dad to her. With my support Karen graduated college and got her law degree. She got a great job out of state and so I've not seen either of them as much as I would like. Jen got her mother's smarts so I didn't think having a roommate, especially one who would have her nose in her books all the time, would be a problem. It also might be nice to have someone young around the house; well, younger than my 45 years. Jen moved in at the beginning of August and the mood of the house quickly changed. Where I tended to get home from work and read Jen wanted to see the town. We ended up going out to eat quite often trying new places I'd heard about but not tried. We went to movies and shows, hit some museums, and drove around so she could get acquainted with the town. I suddenly dawned on me that if Jen wasn't my niece I'd think we were dating as much as we were doing together. The month passed quickly and we found ourselves with only one weekend left until grad school started for Jen. I came home that Friday night to find dinner on the table and the house cleaner than I'd ever seen it. "Jen, the place looks amazing! And what's cooking? It smells so good," I remarked as the smells of garlic and oregano hit me. "I had to figure out a way to thank you. You've been doing so much for me I wanted to repay the favor. I made salad, blackened chicken with pasta, and garlic bread. After dinner we'll go to that new theater that serves food for a movie and drinks and dessert," Jen said. The food tasted as good as it smelled and we enjoyed a leisurely meal talking about everything but school coming up on Monday. Jen had already purchased tickets for the movie so we weren't concerned that we were running late. Turns out we only missed the previews and so putting our dessert and drink orders in we settled back to enjoy the movie. The movie turned out to be a bit on the scary side and Jen ended up clutching at my arm a few times during the scarier parts even leaving nail marks in my skin during one scene. Once the lights came up we knew that the fun we'd had was about to end as Jen had some readings to do before classes started which would keep her busy most of Saturday and Sunday. We got home shortly after midnight but, neither of us being tired, we cleaned the kitchen together and put the dishes away before saying goodnight and heading to our rooms. As we said goodnight I would have sworn that Jen tilted her head and leaned in to me a bit. If I didn't know better I'd have thought she was looking for a kiss. I laid in bed and read for a bit but was too restless to sleep. My mind filled in the gaps of what might have been if I had kissed Jen. I saw scenes of us in bed together and then, and much more likely, of Jen slapping me and moving out. What the hell was i thinking? Having had enough I got out of bed. Normally a nude sleeper I threw on boxers and a t-shirt before going out into the living room to watch TV. Turning on HBO I caught a movie I'd seen several times and before long I found myself drifting off. I was startled awake by something cold but in my sleepy state I couldn't figure out what was happening. Finally focusing I could barely breath when I discovered that the cold I felt was lube being rubbed on my cock by Jen. Before I could protest she climbed onto my lap and lowered herself onto my now hard dick. I knew Jen was beautiful but I had no idea just how sexy she was until this moment. She had a little extra weight that made her hips, belly, and butt nice and full. Her breasts were big, bigger than I'd even realized, and as Jen started to move they swayed and bounced with her. Her long hair swept down her back and I grabbed a handful of it pulling her away from me so I could wrap my lips around her nipples. Jen rode me slowly grinding herself on my hard cock. This time when she tilted her head and leaned in she covered my lips with hers. I clearly felt Jen tighten up around my cock as she started to orgasm. The pulsing felt amazing and I soon followed with my own orgasm. I held her tight covering her breasts with kisses as I exploded over and over deep inside her. Inside Jen. My niece. Holding my shoulders Jen raised herself off me and turning, she walked back to her room. I woke up Saturday morning to the smell of coffee. Evidently I'd slept on the couch all night. Last night. Oh shit, last night. It all came rushing back at me. The cold feeling that woke me up, Jen straddling me, her leaving. Surely that didn't...it was a dream...but it was so vivid... Jen was at the kitchen table, books and papers spread out around her, and a cup of coffee at her elbow. "Good morning. I made coffee if you want some and it looks like you need it. Rough night?" she asked. Okay. It was a dream. Good. Right? Good? Yes. I downed the coffee and grabbed a shower before heading out to run some errands. "Need anything Jen?" I asked, "I need to get a few things done around town." "Double A batteries for the remote but that's all for me," she said, "I got an early start this morning so if you want to do something this evening I should be free." The errands took longer than I thought so on the way home I picked up food for us and grabbed a couple of movies. I found Jen where I left her and when I set the food in front of her she wolfed it down. "Your first meal of the day?" I guessed. "Mmm-hmm," she mumbled through her mouthful of food. When she could talk she said she had finished studying for the night and asked what I'd like to do. Images of Jen riding me flashed through my mind. To hide the fact I was probably blushing I turned my back on Jen and pulled out the movies I'd picked up for us. Popping in the movie Jen selected we settled down on the couch. I found myself sneaking glances at Jen, flashes of her naked flesh running through my mind in an endless loop. "Want some popcorn?" I asked in order to distract myself. "Sure. Why don't we pause the movie though," Jen suggested, "I need to get something from my room." I left the popcorn in a minute longer than suggested because Jen likes it slightly burned. Grabbing the bowl I headed back to the couch and sat back down when Jen came back into the living room and my mouth dropped open. She had changed clothes and the body stocking she now wore was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. My ex usually wore a long t-shirt to bed which was so not sexy. Jen sat across from me in the recliner throwing her legs over the arms of the chair. I discovered that the body stocking was crotchless. As I stared, my brain screaming at me to look away, she opened a sack I'd not noticed her bring out with her. From the sack she pulled out a penis-shaped dildo and some lube. Putting some lube in the palm of her hand she slowly rubbed it around the head and shaft of the dildo. I couldn't help but imagine my dick in her hand from last night and I instantly felt myself growing hard. She turned a knob at the base of the dildo and a buzzing sound filled the room. Setting the popcorn aside I squirmed a bit as my erection was making things a bit uncomfortable. "It's okay if you need to take your dick out," Jen remarked noticing what was happening with me. "I can't. You're my niece. This is...no...I shouldn't," I said but it was a feeble protest which ended when Jen rubbed the buzzing dildo across her nipples. I popped open my button-fly jeans and soon had my hard dick in my hand. Jen gave me a smile as her eyes locked on my cock and she moved the dildo down her stomach and let the buzzing dildo linger on her clit. Her moans soon filled the room as did mine when, using the fingers of one hand, she spread her pussy open and worked the dildo inside her. I stroked my cock to match the movement of the dildo Jen was using. As she started to increase the speed of the dildo pushing into her I moved my hand faster. I was caught by surprise when Jen suddenly stopped, stood up, turned and knelt in the chair, her ass up in the air. I knew what she wanted and I wanted to give it to her. But this is your niece I heard in my head and I realized that the thought was actually turning me on. I was up and off the couch, kicking my jeans and boxers off as I cross the room, I grabbed Jen's hips and plunged my stiff dick into her slick cunt. One swift movement and I was all the way inside her. "Fuck me. Fuck your niece's cunt," she screamed. I had lost all control and holding Jen's hips tight I pushed her back as I moved forward slamming into her again and again. Faster and harder. Flesh smacking as our bodies collided. "Cum in my ass. Please," Jen begged as she picked up the lube from the end-table next to the chair and handed it to me. Squirting the lube directly on her hot little pink pucker I rubbed it in even slipping a finger in her ass. Pulling out of her hot cunt was not easy because it felt so good but I wanted to make my niece happy. I rubbed the head of my cock against her ass teasing her and then, putting a hand on each side of her beautifully plump ass I spread her cheeks and pushed the head of my dick inside her. "Oh fuck," she screamed and whether from pleasure or pain I had no idea nor did I care any more. Grabbing a handful of Jen's long hair I held on tightly as I shoved more and more of my dick in her ass. Though she screamed I also felt her relax and I knew then that the screams were ones of pleasure.I felt a sudden tightness and, glancing down, I saw that Jen had grabbed the dildo and shoved it back in her pussy. She turned it on and held it inside her which brought her over the edge. I fucked her ass faster and harder feeling my own orgasm nearing and then I exploded. My hot jizz shooting deep into my niece's ass as my own screams joined hers. Pulling out of Jen's ass I couldn't believe what we'd just done. It felt wrong and right but I realized, no matter how wrong, I didn't care any more. So caught up in my thoughts I didn't realize Jen was talking to me. "What was that?" I asked. "I wondered if we could do this again tomorrow night?" Jen replied. "Why wait that long?" I responded, "I've been wondering what that pussy might taste like," and, taking her hand, I led her to my bed where I quickly found out.