4 comments/ 83751 views/ 7 favorites Dianne Ch. 01 By: rene_houston I am 45 and my wife is only 33. I still can't believe we're married. She is so wonderful, good mom, honest, hard working and beautiful. I had often brought up my fantasy of my wife making out with me and another guy. One time during sex play, she was going along with it and talking as if she'd actually do it. Then she said "but what would happen if I get carried away and can't stop?" That was about all I could take, and it was over. It's been months, actually YEARS since she would talk and play that way. Since we got married, like most couples, we don't have much time alone any more. Then, one night, just on a whim, I mentioned it again. I asked her if she would consider going dancing, and taking turns with me and another guy on the dance floor. At first she said we really didn't know anyone who would go country dancing. Then I told her lets go anyway, and, if someone who you think is cute asks you to dance, you go out and dance with him. The only rule on the dance floor would be that she couldn't stay out on the floor with him for more than two dances in a row, before coming and dancing with me, or sitting through a couple of songs with me. Any more than two dances with him would make me feel jealous. "Yeah, like anyone is even going to ask me" she smirked. She had been exercising and losing weight lately, plus she is very pretty on top of that. I think she under-estimates how pretty she really is. By the time Saturday night came around I had a surprise for her. I had contacted a client friend of mine, and asked about the possibility of some after hours fun. When I met Mike during lunch one day, I filled him in on the plan. He was to come up to her and ask her to dance, and then, flirt with her some on the floor. I explained that I wouldn't get mad if he kissed her, but that he had better not be too pushy, as she is the type to like to be in control. I even mentioned that part of the fantasy involved us going out to the parking lot, and making out with her sitting in the middle of the truck and one of us on each side. The odds of things going that far were pretty slim, but did he have to loose? I then showed him her picture that I carried in my wallet of her, and his face lit up. She really is a cute gal. Mike was probably very close to her age, maybe even a couple of years younger and is very health conscious. He was somewhat soft-spoken and well mannered. A big plus was that he liked C&W dancing too. I figured Dianne would find him attractive. Saturday night finally arrived. Diane put on her tight black jeans and a thin short sleeved top. Along with her beautiful face, she also has a gorgeous ass. She had her hair fixed nice, and seemed to glow. It's always great when she is in a good mood. As usual, we arrived late. I had told Mike where we would sit, and noticed he was already there sitting close by. We ordered drinks, and a slow two-step came on and we went out to dance. After the first dance, they broke out into some "dance mix" fast stuff, so we went to sit down and watch. She was already starting on her second drink. When the music went back to a polka, Mike came by our table and asked her to dance. I told her to go ahead if she wanted to. She told him "no thanks" and my heart sank. In a way, I was relieved, as I was a little nervous about the whole thing. After he had gone away, I asked her what about our deal, if someone asked you, you were supposed to dance? "I didn't really think anyone would ask me," she said. "Well, next time give it a try..." I suggested. She just gave me "that look", and rolled her eyes, and shook her head. We danced two more songs, and came back to the table. She went to the restroom, so I did too, and nodded to Mike as I passed. Mike followed a few seconds later, and in the restroom said, "So, she must not like me?" No, it's not that I told him. She was just nervous. Give it one more try before we bail out.... he seemed really disappointed. Back at the table, we had just started another beer when the DJ put on a waltz, which Dianne really likes. Mike came by again, and, Dianne first hesitated but then I told her, "Go ahead!", so she went out with him. My heart was pounding in anticipation, as I was feeling excited and jealous at the same time. I chugged my beer, catching me up with Dianne. They kept their distance, as you normally do in C&W dancing, in order to keep off each other's feet. I noticed her talking to him a couple of times, and she was smiling. After the dance they came off the floor, and I told Mike to come and join us. For the next dance Dianne and I went out, giving me a chance to talk to her. "So, did you like him ok?" " I don't know, he can dance pretty good." "Well, just have fun, see what happens next" "Not everyone's a weirdo like you, so don't expect too much." As the night wore on, it had already been two hours, so time was pretty much running out. Even if nothing happened, we were still having fun. We took turns dancing with Dianne for the next few songs, and drank a few more beers. Mike and Dianne seemed to be getting friendlier. From time to time when telling each other something, they would get close, as you have to when the music is loud. It seemed these exchanges were becoming more and more frequent and Dianne was laughing more often. Just seeing her touch his arm when she leaned over to talk close to his ear was exciting. I couldn't tell how much of it was attraction, and how much was imagination. They went out to dance again, and the floor had gotten so crowded that it was hard to move around much. When they came around finally, I noticed his hand was almost resting on her ass and they were very close. She usually didn't dance this close, and was obviously enjoying all the attention. They stayed on the floor this time, for a second dance. She looked at me and smiled as they went by. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest at any moment. As they came back to the table Mike had his hand on the small of her back. She was grinning from ear to ear. Since we had arrived late, we were down to about 30 minutes till Mike had to leave. Typically, she doesn't like to leave till closing when she's had a few drinks. It was Mike who mentioned leaving first. (We had discussed going to the truck ahead of time) Reluctantly, Dianne agreed and we all left together. Before we got into the truck I told Dianne, well, at least give Mike a hug bye! When she did, he asked, "would a good night kiss be out of the question?" "Go ahead honey, I encouraged." She reached up, tiptoed, and put her hands behind his neck and he put his around her waist and she planted a good 2 or 3 second kiss on his lips. "Whoa!" he said, are you guys sure you have to run so quickly? "Jump in the truck for a minute!", I volunteered. Seconds later, we're sitting in the bench seat of our pickup. I was in the drivers seat, Dianne in the middle, and Mike at her other side. Without wasting a minute, Dianne turned towards Mike and started kissing him again. This time they were really into it. It was about three minutes before they came up for air. Then Dianne leaned over and started kissing me. She has a way of kissing so passionately that it's better than sex itself. She can kiss so HOT yet so SOFT, it will drive you crazy. Back and forth she went, driving both Mike and me insane with her sexy kissing. At one point, as I slid my hand up her thigh, my hand ran into Mikes, who was massaging her other leg. She was locked in a kiss with him and I was kissing her neck at the same time. She was softly moaning "mmmmmm...." with pleasure as we both kissed her at the same time. She made sure to keep me included so as not to feel left out. Even when her and Mike were probing each other with their tongues, she had her hand on my crotch rubbing my erection. My right hand was on the nape of her neck, while my left hand caressed her breast. Mike was rubbing her crotch with his right hand, (through her jeans) and then I noticed she was rubbing BOTH of our crotches. Although we'd only been married for two years, we had dated exclusively for at least four years before that. This was the first guy besides me she had kissed, much less made out with, in a long time, and she seemed very excited. This was about all I could stand, and I felt a rush go through my head, then my entire body shuddered. Dianne also let go and let out a loud moan. I wasn't sure about Mike, but later Dianne told me he had also orgasm. It got quiet, and we all just sat still for a moment. Dianne's hand still in each of our laps, and snuggled against us both. I cranked up the AC, and noticed I was still shaking and nervous with the excitement. Pretty soon I felt like it was time to go and be ALONE with my beautiful wife. I asked Mike if he was okay to drive, and he said he'd be fine. Since I had drunk 4 or 5 beers, Dianne decided she would drive. We got out, she gave Mike a quick peck, and we exchanged seats. On the way home, I asked her "were you okay with all of that?" In her usual non-response, she said, "Were you?" "I was more than ok," I replied, "that was pretty amazing". "The only thing I ask is that you never see anyone when we're not together..." "Don't worry honey... that'll never happen", Then when we curled up to go to sleep at home, she told me, before drifting off to sleep - "I love you honey." Dianne Ch. 02 We tend to forget what it is like to be young as we grow up. I think the thing we really forget is how people we regard as kids really are quite grown up. Dianne and Hugh certainly discovered this the hard but pleasurable way. Hugh's business had finally taken off and his affair with Dianne, which started while he was broke, remained intact through the roller-coaster of the business boom he rode. Dianne was able to give up her job as a legal secretary and join the business to take over administration - something Hugh was not good at. Despite the long busy hours their sex lives remained as exciting and fulfilling as the first night they spent together. Both being in their forties they let a lot of the hang ups of youth drop. Dianne, for such a ladylike woman, was quite uninhibited once she walked through the door at home. Her quiet frankness is what often got Hugh harder than he had been as a teenager. Dianne had the body of a woman in her twenties which didn't hurt either. Good genes and taking care of herself saw to her youthful body and looks. Even at 43 people assumed she was many years Hugh's junior until they met her children the youngest of whom was 17 As he fucked Dianne slowly from behind she would quietly ask if the view was pleasant, did she look clean and inviting were there any stray hairs she should take care of. She would casually masturbate if he felt too tired for sex and if he got hard she would suck his cock after she came not letting him exert himself. On the other hand Hugh who was very fit could give Dianne 'a fucking that makes my eyeballs spin' to use her colourful phrase. Dianne understood that some men liked a little change in the bedroom and so one year for a birthday treat she hired a girl for Hugh for the evening. As Hugh spent an energetic couple of hours with a woman twenty years his junior Dianne parked up in the bedroom in a comfortable chair, watched and masturbated for the whole two hours. Dianne was wearing the little skirt and blouse she had used to drive her former boss mad in. She wore no panties so could just lift her legs over each arm of the chair and finger herself. It became a regular part of their life together. Dianne enjoyed masturbating in front of a stranger and a no strings sexual encounter every month or so suited Hugh just fine. About three times a year they used the same girl and had become friendly with her, providing dinner and drinks along with a bed for the evening on a couple of occasions. Money still changed hands but that was because Debbie, the girl, needed it, however that is another story for later. Both thought all of this would suffer terribly after Dianne got a phone call from her daughter. Rebecca was overseas studying to be a chef. She was a carbon copy of her mother. The call wasn't about her. It was on behalf of a friend at her school. Amanda had, to use the very old fashioned phrase, "disgraced herself", she was pregnant and had been disowned by her family who lived in a curious moral universe. The baby was due in week and while she could stay with Rebecca while pregnant the arrival of a child would make life impossible in a student flat. The question was could Amanda and her baby use the small house at the bottom of Hugh and Dianne's property. Amanda was Rebecca's best friend and both Hugh and Dianne had got to know her well over the last year or two. They were not surprised at her parents' reaction and felt that they should help even if it put a cramp upon things at home. Amanda got on the phone and thanked them tearfully. In the intervening ten days Amanda had her baby and flew back home to be met at the airport not by her family but Dianne and Hugh. Her baby was a healthy little boy and she had come through the birth well. Dianne had had children herself but being tall, 6 feet in stockings her babies had not stretched her skin and her pussy was as tight and beautiful as any teenager. Amanda had not been quite so fortunate and had some stretch marks and flab on her stomach. Many of the little incidents of tears that followed in the next six months could be traced to this. Amanda thought that no man would look at her ever again and that at 18 years old months she was washed up. None of this came out until summer when Dianne was wandering around with just a piece of silk tied around her hips and a pair of panties. Amanda wore a one piece when she used the pool and even then her pubic hair would escape from the confines of her suit. Her consolation appeared to be her little boy. Dianne had however begun to really worry about her. She noticed how she was letting herself go and talked to Hugh about it. They both felt she was too young to cope with everything and of course had forgotten how grown up they felt at her age. Dianne had even been pregnant at 18 herself. In many respects they viewed Amanda as a child and both would be jarred back to reality when the baby cried. One day by the pool Dianne was sitting at the edge dangling her feet with her breasts, which were not big, free and just a little bottom on mostly to accommodate Amanda's presence. Amanda swam up and told Dianne how she envied her her figure. The conversation progressed and finally Dianne's fears for Amanda were confirmed. Amanda told Dianne all about her stretch marks and how she felt ruined and ugly and then the tears began again. Dianne decided that action was called for. She and Hugh were now very wealthy and she knew Hugh wouldn't mind her blowing a little money to help this poor girl. The next afternoon in the office she contacted a nanny agency to find a live-in nanny to help Amanda and give her enough free time to take herself in hand and get into shape. The hunt took about 20 interviews but eventually a suitable candidate about Amanda's age was found. She moved into the little house at the bottom of the garden and then Dianne went to work on Amanda. One day a week she took her to work with her and Hugh. After about a month she mentioned to Amanda that she was going for a wax and asked her along. It was a revelation. The little spa that Dianne patronised was very luxurious and quite an indulgence. Dianne worked hard and used this as an escape from the pressure of work every few weeks. It was an entry to another world for Amanda. She was quite the lost little girl. She was also very shy and used a towel to wrap herself in whereas Dianne simply shed her clothes and taking Amanda's hand led her off to their beds opposite each other. Finally Amanda's body was revealed. Her marks were there but nowhere near as bad as she made out. Her stomach was a little flabby but her pubic hair was just a jungle. Dianne caught her looking at her own little dark patch of hair. Looking up Amanda blushed and said how she wanted hers to look like Dianne's but it never would. Dianne confessed that only a constant beauty regime kept her lips clear of hair and that with a little discomfort she too could have that look. She went on to tell Amanda all about how hair had covered her lips and back around her rear hole until she started tidying herself up to try and save her first marriage. She made the point that the people at the spa did a much better and more pleasurable job. The attendants lifted their legs into stirrups and went to work on both of them. Other than the boy who knocked her up and her doctor nobody had ever seen between Amanda's legs. She blushed as Dianne chatted away about stray hairs and how Hugh loved to lick her nether lips. Amanda's pussy had not suffered as a result of her baby's birth but it was just covered in hair and this extended back around her arsehole and onto the top of her thighs. An hour or two later and she was smooth and fresh with not a hair below her now distended clit. She had become terribly aroused not by the hair removal procedure that had stung so much that her eyes watered. The soothing balm applied by hand to her pussy lips and the careful cleaning especially around her rear had started her leaking uncontrollably. She was wide open and her interior pinkness just, like Dianne's, was on display. Dianne's assistant whispered something in her ear and Dianne shook her head. As they were changing back into their clothes Amanda asked Dianne about what had been said. Dianne explained that Jenny, her assistant, had asked whether she wanted some oral pleasure. Standing in her plain white cotton panties Amanda gaped. Dianne smiled, "It's alright, Hugh knows." "Really, and he doesn't mind?" "Mind! I'm sure he'd love to watch!" "Come on get dressed and pick your jaw off the floor. We need to do something about your underwear and how about a bikini now you're all so nice and trimmed." Amanda got dressed in a daze. This was another universe. Her mother hadn't even prepared her for straight forward sex and when she'd discovered it, it came as a painful unfulfilling shock - yet here, a woman her mother's age revelled in her sexuality, talking casually about committing acts she was certain she was supposed to burn in Hell for. Dianne bought Amanda a range of underwear, some girlish and some out-rightly sensual and sexual in the messages they sent. Amanda felt most comfortable in the cotton slightly athletic underwear Dianne bought her. She also liked the briefs that weren't too skimpy. They bought three bikini's despite Amanda's objections. There was one that had full briefs like a 1950's model and the other two more skimpy. The following weekend around the pool Amanda showed up looking nervous with her little boy and his nanny in tow. The nanny, Jane, had a tight slender, little body but didn't want to show too much with her male employer present. Hugh wore shorts in deference to Amanda and Jane's likely sensitivities. Amanda removed her towel and showed herself in her new modest bikini. She still had a little tummy and her marks showed slightly above her waistband. The most striking thing was the size of her nursing breasts they were monsters and must have been a real nuisance. Hugh couldn't help but feel a little throb in his cock. Dianne was the only one naked as she lounged beneath a big umbrella. She wasn't at all shy with her right leg lifted to support the book she was reading. Her little tuft of pubic hair glistened with oil above her semi open slit and her nipples were erect in the slight breeze. They all had a happy afternoon. Dianne asked Amanda to join them for dinner as Jane was 'on duty' that weekend. About 6 pm they trailed up to the big house while Jane headed back to settle the baby down. Dianne remained naked but Hugh changed and Amanda borrowed a T-shirt which was more like a night shirt on her. Dianne suggested she remove her damp bikini. Amanda said she was worried about her breasts leaking. Dianne insisted that she need feel no embarrassment about something so natural. Reaching under her t-shirt she undid the bra and let Amanda's breasts swing free. With the same supple movement she pulled her bikini bottoms down. "There that feels nice doesn't it. I promise Hugh won't look up your shirt." Dianne giggled. Amanda blushed and then turned dark red as Dianne told Hugh how Amanda had had her pussy trimmed and waxed a few days before. The evening went well and about 11pm Amanda feel asleep on the sofa watching a film. Rather than disturb her they put a blanket over her and tucked her in. Her legs had been drawn up and a little bit of her nubility was displayed as she dozed. She looked like the little girl she was in so many ways. Hugh and Dianne headed to bed for some late night sexual gymnastics....In reality it was pretty staid. They had had a relaxing day and after sucking each other they lay back with Dianne on top for a comfortable 40 minute fuck. A sound alerted Dianne to something unusual and she caught a shadow through the open doorway when she glanced in her mirror. She knew what was happening and made an effort to show off as much intimate flesh as she could. Hugh's hard cock would disappear and re-appear from within her. In time she had a satisfying if small orgasm and climbing off Hugh sucked him until the last drops of his abundant essence were consumed. Using the softness of her tongue she cleaned the head of the penis she so loved. Smiling up at him as she worked her hands massaging his stomach encouraging him to relax and drift in a post orgasmic slumber. Releasing his spent cock she kissed her way up to his face and bathed him in kisses. She whispered about their audience and they both listened to a rhythmic rustling The next morning Amanda was woken by her aching breasts and rushed off to feed her baby. Returning around lunchtime she thanked Dianne for the lovely day she and Hugh had given her. "Did you enjoy the show?" Dianne asked casually as Amanda reached the door. She stood rooted to the spot. "Oh God, I'm so sorry...." And the sobs began. Dianne took her and cuddled her. Kissing the top of her head she told her not to worry and that she especially enjoyed having an audience. "You can watch anytime you want. We're used to it." Amanda gasped. "I think we should have a little talk about sex. You don't know very much, do you? I saw you touch yourself - did it work?" Amanda bit her lip and shook her head. Here was a girl in a woman's body. Dianne took Amanda's hand and led her to the bedroom. Once there she opened her bedside drawer and offered the startled girl a slender vibrator telling her just where and how to apply it. Amanda took the vibrator back to her little house with her. That night Jane smiled to herself as she heard the hours of gentle buzzing and stifled moans as Amanda's first self-induced orgasms overwhelmed her. They were in fact her first orgasms. Now she understood why Dianne liked sex. Listening, Jane felt sufficiently excited to put her own hand in her panties and relieve some tension. She had no trouble with masturbation and having a thing for older fatherly figures she regularly stroked herself to mental images of Hugh. Tonight she felt a little confused fingering herself and thinking of Amanda's sounds. Amanda was a willing student but still she worried about her body. She was sure that her marks would be a huge turn off especially for men her own age. She would often confide this to Dianne who felt that if only a caring skilled man could get Amanda into bed she'd regain her shattered confidence. She would accompany Dianne to each of her spa visits but just wouldn't allow her pussy to be licked. One day in frustration Dianne decided that she would not turn down the offer when it was made. After her pussy was wiped clean from its trim she nodded her assent to the proffered tongue bath. Beckoning Amanda over she held out her hand and holding Amanda to her side she had her legs pushed back and open as far as was comfortable. The assistant knelt down and licked up along Dianne's slit opening her little folds even further and zeroing in on her clit. Amanda just looked on moving from foot to foot. Her eyes never left the moist crevice between Dianne's spread legs. On the drive home Dianne made her move. The baby was now 8 months old and Amanda was 19. She had had no sex since she fell pregnant. It was time to act. "We'd like you to have dinner with us tonight." "Great I'd love it." "We don't want you to go home tonight. Hugh and I want you to spend the night in bed with us." Amanda stammered a non-committal response. Dianne was having no part of it. She told Amanda bluntly that she had to stop living like a nun that she didn't have to participate but that she and Hugh were going to have a nice dinner and go to bed to make love. She could watch but would have to do so openly or if she wished she could participate. Amanda voiced a worry about Hugh's sperm, the first sign she was wavering. Dianne sensing a small victory told her that he was happily sterile but added he was oh so tasty therefore he would be nice to swallow and safe against pregnancy. She also told Amanda that he knew what he was doing when it came to women. Dinner went well and Amanda began to look about nervously. Hugh broke the ice this time by saying that he and Dianne were off to bed and he hoped Amanda would join them if only to watch. Amanda blushed. "We'll take that as a 'yes'!" and bounding up he gathered the startled Amanda into his arms and with Dianne behind him made for their bedroom. The still stunned Amanda was deposited gently in a chair and Hugh sat on the edge of the bed while Dianne knelt and opening the zip of his trousers buried her face in his crotch. A minute or two later her head began to bob up and down along his rigid cock. "Have you ever done this?" Hugh asked. Amanda shook her head. She swallowed. " I've only had sex once and I never saw his thing. He pushed me over a chair and was very rough...." She sobbed. Dianne got up and walked over to her leaving Hugh's cock pulsing and rigid. "We didn't know or we mightn't have been so forward with you. Would you rather go home?" Amanda could smell the faint scent of Hugh on Dianne's breath. "No I'll be fine. May I look at you Hugh?" she whispered. "Be my guest." Amanda got up and crossed the floor to Hugh's open trousers. Dianne stripped off and reached out to stroke Hugh. Taking her time Amanda examined the penis she had seen at a distance once before. She wanted to touch but felt shy. Dianne took her hand and had her grip Hugh. She told her just to stroke him gently while she continued to suck his cock-head. "I think poor Hugh will be on a bit of a hair trigger tonight so I'm going to make him come and then he'll keep me and perhaps you happy for hours. Despite her nerves Amanda was wet. The cotton of her panties would be hard pressed not to give her away should anyone look. Today she had worn grey cotton athletic looking bra and matching panties. With her hair drawn back she looked so young. Something not lost on Hugh as he began to breathe harder. With Amanda still stroking him Dianne looked up for a minute to warn Amanda that Hugh was about to come. Her mouth back over the head of his cock he began to empty into her mouth. Amanda didn't know what to do and let go of him as he fell back on the bed. Dianne sucked him gently till his cock went soft. Amanda felt a hand under her skirt on her bottom. Dianne was stroking her cotton covered rear. It was nice! Amanda gave little whimper as the hand moved to her moist crotch where it began to exert some pressure. Dianne had never gone down on a woman. She's had plenty go down on her but while she hadn't shied away from doing it places such as the spa were for receiving not giving. Tonight, when she hoped Amanda would finally be fucked by a man who cared about her pleasure, she would taste their little friend in a most intimate way. The immediate problem was to get Amanda naked in such a way that she didn't worry too much about her stomach. Her finger traced the seam of Amanda's panties and ran up under them across her rear. From there it traced her rear around to the soft lips of her sex which had swollen, moistened and opened. Dianne's finger slipped along the slick little crevice. Amanda howled as her clit was touched. The jump Amanda gave sent Dianne's finger right up inside her. She bore down upon it. Her clothes had to go. Hugh reached for her top and gently removed it as Dianne began to steadily finger her. Soon her bra was gone and she was topless in a small pleated skirt with a woman's finger in her panties slowly fucking her to the first orgasm anyone had ever given her. Her position was comfortable if undignified. She was on her knees facing forward, legs wide open skirt bunched and her face now resting on Hugh's thigh. His penis was growing again right beside her face. Dare she? As her orgasm hit she kissed his cock and began somewhat inexpertly to suck him. The finger withdrew from her and she felt an emptiness. The absence was soon forgotten. Dianne had rolled over and lying beneath Amanda's spread open crotch pulled her panties aside to begin licking her first pussy. Dianne Ch. 02 A few months passed since our first adventure. I still had trouble getting Dianne to talk about fantasies, but they were on my mind often. Most of my fantasies revolve around two things: my wife, and kissing. I love kissing her, and she enjoys it too when she's in the right frame of mind. But why does it turn me on so much to think of her making out with someone else? I'm not sure I'll ever understand why. It's more my fantasy than hers. She usually doesn't want to discuss it – except when I catch her at one of those rare moments and today was one of those moments There is an intern in her office who always seems to be on the same project she's on. I've often been jealous of him hanging around her so much, unless of course I was fantasizing about her with him, which excited me. Even though he was only twenty-one or twenty-two, we all know at that age we'd love the attention of a woman ten years older, as long as she's cute. Dianne seemed sincere when she said she was sure Carlos had no interest in her, and that she certainly wasn't interested in him. I couldn't help but notice how he followed her around like a puppy in heat. I figured I really shouldn't worry so much about him. He was somewhat immature, and Dianne likes older guys. That, with the fact that he was in no position to support her as I was, and that he probably wouldn't want to run off with a woman ten years older and with two young children, gave me some sense of security. Finally, after much encouragement from me, she agreed to a little flirting play with him. She asked him to come by the house and work on a project that Saturday. The kids were at her mothers, so we had the whole night to ourselves. Our house is two stories, with a "bridge" upstairs between the two bedroom areas that looks down into the den. It has thick wooden banisters and a built in bookshelf from the first floor up past the bridge. When the lights are low in the den it's pretty much impossible to see up there from the couch. Thus, I could quietly observe from there. We had agreed that if I felt a need for her to bail out, I would call her using my cell phone, and she would tell him she had to pick me up. I knew that if things went too far that my insecurity would rear its' ugly head. I could only handle so much excitement. Carlos arrived on time, and Dianne was looking great. She's not one to wear clothes that are traditionally considered "sexy", she doesn't like the slutty look. But even in business casual, with her soft brown hair and beautiful eyes she looked great. She does tend to wear her pants tight, and her ass looks delicious in tight khakis. She also had on a short sleeved white sweater, which looked very soft, and compliments her fair skin. Dianne wears little makeup, her skin is so smooth she really doesn't need it. I did notice she was wearing lipstick, which she normally doesn't, but it looks nice when she does.... They were sitting on our big overstuffed sofa, with their binders and papers stacked on the coffee table. From where I was positioned I could see their faces clearly, but with the track lighting facing them they couldn't see up at all. We had tested it out to be sure. Other than an occasional hand on the arm to make a point, and leaning in to look at something on paper, they weren't really getting very close. Which was okay with me, as I was nervous as hell, and my heart was pounding. The excitement of it all was almost overwhelming. A little over an hour had passed, and it looked like it was going to be a wash out. I didn't mind at this point, I was feeling very aroused and was looking forward to making out with my lovely wife myself. I figured I'd give it another fifteen minutes, and I'd call on the cell phone. I had the key "beeps" turned off so it wouldn't alert him I was there. I waited another twenty minutes. Since I was practically in the same room, I could pretty much hear everything that was said. Other than the case they were working on, the only other talk was office gossip. They would occasionally laugh at each others remarks about their co-workers. Finally I decided to make the call and put an end to his visit. I worked the buttons through the menu and paged down to our home phone number. Just as I was about to hit send, I couldn't believe my eyes. I wasn't sure what I had missed when I looked away, but it sure looked like Dianne had leaned over into a kiss with him. I strained to do a double take, and, it sure enough, they were in a full opened mouth kiss. They still sat side by side, but they were turned in towards each other. They must have been into the first kiss for a full minute. They pulled away for a moment, and then continued with a series of short soft kisses. Carlos reached up with his left hand and held Dianne's head, while he slipped his right arm around her shoulders. At the same moment, Dianne reached both hands around his back, pulling him closer. It was clear now that they both had their mouths fully open, and were pushing their tongues in each others mouths. Their heads moved slowly from side to side as their kissing became more and more passionate. I found myself forgetting to breathe as I got caught up watching them make out like young lovers. By now I'm sure that Carlos had licked away any remnants of Dianne's lipstick. In slow motion, Carlos left hand began to slip down from Dianne's face, her neck, and slowly down her side. He spread his fingers wide as he moved his hand down to her ass and massaged it with the same intensity as he pressed his face against hers. At least we had picked someone who enjoyed kissing as much as she does. I was rock hard as I watched them necking on the couch. Just when it seemed like they would slow down and start to pull away, back at it they would go, with their passions rising more each time. I could hear the sounds of their lips as they sucked and devoured each others mouths. Even though they still had their clothes on, they each massaged the others crotch now through the fabric. I knew that if I even thought about touching myself inside my pants, I would instantly blow. Dianne was now in control, and undid his belt and his fly, and pulled him out and stroked him, still pressing her lips against his. As Carlos struggled with her snap, she pulled his hand away and opened it for him. She wiggled her hips to help him reach her wanting flesh, and she shuddered at his first touch. My wife was in heaven, she prefers making out and having her groin rubbed to sex anytime. I'm sure Carlos was longing to press his hardness inside of her, but he was also caught up in the moment. As she squeezed and stroked him harder, she pressed her face even more into his, and he could no longer hold back. She drained him on her pants and on the front of her shirt, while her hips were convulsing against his fingers and hand. Dianne is usually pretty quiet, so her moans gave away her release when she came. Carlos collapsed back on the couch, as Dianne still held him in her hand. She gave him a few more soft kisses as she regained her composure. I wondered if she would go for another round. After a few more minutes, she told him he needed to leave, as she had to pick up her husband. He gathered himself without protest, and tucked in his shirt. She did remember me after all, and that I would be getting a little jealous by now. She walked him to the door, and gave him another kiss at the door, stretching up on her toes and pressing herself against him. Wonder what the neighbors thought about that? As he drove off, I hurried down to kiss her and hold her. It was going to be a great weekend! Dianne Ch. 02 Dianne had been sucked by many women now and she knew why even straight women loved to give as well as receive. She inhaled the scent. Amanda smelt lovely and she leaked like a tap. Once focussed on her little pearl of joy Dianne spun Amanda out of control on her face. Amanda had a girly little cunt. There was almost nothing to be seen of her inner lips. They were part of her pink opening but almost non existant. They did not make it past her chubby little outer lips. There were no signs of her having had a child on her wet little sex. Her clit was white and rock hard as it stood out of its small hood. By the time Amanda had thrashed in her last contraction Dianne's face was red from Amanda's humping and slick from her juices. Amanda looked as though she had wet herself as she rolled off Dianne and lay with her legs open. Hugh's cock was momentarily forgotten as she gasped for breath. Hugh had not forgotten and moving around to face her pulled her panties off in one swift movement. The rush of cool air drew her eyes south to see Hugh's cock at her entrance. She froze for a moment but rolled back over and offered herself to him with her titties hanging nearly to the bed. In a surprisingly quick thrust he was in her and she could feel the bulge of his head move up inside her, like a firm ripple along her cuntal passage. Dianne had had her do exercises every day to tighten her cunt after the baby. It had paid off. He filled her completely and began to withdraw, then re-enter and again and again. Her first and only fuck although in this position was never like this. Hugh was firm but gentle, the strong thrusts felt good not painful, she liked being open for him. She wanted him to see her pussy as she thrust it up towards his cock. The pleats of the skirt could hide the embarrassment of her stomach if she were to get on her back. Her titties, well they were out of control. Her nipples were like brown erasers. She didn't jiggle with each hard thrust her titties went all over the place. They were absurdly large and even Hugh who was fascinated by them could see that Amanda should really wear a bra or even more fun a corset if she were to be fucked vigourously. Hugh felt himself gripped by Amanda's inner passage all the way along his cock. He thanked Dianne silently for sucking him and reducing his need to come be fore he fucked Amanda. Gasping in unexpected pleasure Amanda asked Hugh to let her get on her back. This was to be the first time she ever opened her legs to a cock she faced. As he sank his firm cock into this young woman Hugh began to form a plan for how he might help her get over the setback she felt she had suffered. It was all very well for a middle aged man to find her attractive enough to put his cock in but she needed to be able to attract young men and most importantly to know that she could. Dianne was over her and then kissing her as Hugh steadily moved in and out of her. She felt happy and didn't worry as her skirt thrown back over her stomach hid what she felt were her ugly scars. She tasted her own pussy juices on Dianne's lips. The relentless fucking continued. Dianne's tongue was in her mouth then on her chin suckling at her breasts. Electric shocks ran from each suckled nipple to her cunt and back up. She began to cry. She yelled out in her ecstasy that she loved them both. She wanted Hugh to fill her up and do it soon. Hugh obliged with a gusher that nearly made him faint. His twitching cock triggered one last explosion in Amanda and she was spent. Dianne pulled his dripping cock from Amanda and licked it clean then she began to wash Amanda with her tongue. One last small orgasm pushed most of Hugh's tasty load onto Dianne's tongue. The evening was done but for one thing. Amanda's skirt had to go. Unzipping it exposed the stomach she fretted so much about. Perfect in so many respects Amanda felt her 'faults' deeply. A gift idea for her finally formed in Hugh's mind. Later that night Amanda was pushed over an armchair just as the rough boy who took her maidenhead had done. This time however she stained the material with her orgasmic excitement. But for her physical scars and her breasts the wounds had healed. Her little cunt was too spent for any more and so escorted back to bed she slept between her older lovers who would wake in the night to shower her with love in the form of kisses and sometimes their intimate liquids. So went the pattern up until her approaching 21st birthday. Jane knew what was going on each Saturday evening that Amanda was up at the main house. She felt happy for her if not a little jealous as she more than Amanda had a "Daddy" complex and wanted Hugh's hard flesh to violate her girlish virgin treasure. Her time would come but the story must return to Dianne and Hugh's gift to Amanda. They told Amanda well before her birthday so she would be able to enjoy the day. They were doing something that actually went against their principles. They were giving her plastic surgery. Amanda was being sent to a private clinic to have her breasts reduced, her stomach worked on and more controversially her hymen restored at her request. The operations went well and there was no sign of her stretch marks when Dianne and Hugh visited to see how she was progressing. She'd asked for a new hymen. Having learned that Hugh had never had a virgin she wanted to give him something special. After that she would try a younger man, maybe one or both of the boys who had moved into the neighbouring estate. She was still slightly sore for her birthday and had to wear sensible panties. Hugh found them very arousing knowing the virginity within would be his as soon as she was able. None of this could be hidden from Jane who had grown attuned to her employers' ways. Remarkably she too was a virgin and confessed as much to Amanda when they were discussing her new hymen. Amanda remained curvy even with smaller firmed titties. Jane was her complete opposite. She needed to put on weight to appear slender. She had tiny little titties with small brown nipples. She was so thin that her pussy really protruded from between her legs and her lips were thus a clearly visible pout within her panties. She wasn't in need of a haircut or wax like Amanda had been. Her brown pubic hair was straight and sparse. She often thought of trimming it a bit but wondered why she should bother when only her fingers ever knew the pleasures of her little slit. Nearly 22 and never had 'a man within her' in fact only two boys had seen her breasts. She wanted someone to 'father' her. She was neither plain nor very pretty but would mature into a handsome woman. She wanted sex but not with a fumbling boy. She was scared to approach Hugh even though she wanted him and he obviously didn't mind girls half his age. He was her employer and she worried about the complexities it would cause. The most she had ever done was to accidentally show him a flash of pubic hair as she sat at the pool and adjusted her bikini bottom. She never went topless and didn't flirt. She did however confess to Amanda about how she longed to be able to break herself on Hugh's cock just as Amanda would when she felt able. As Amanda's cuntal opening was small lipped and compact Jane's, possibly also because she was so skinny, pouted like a rose and her inner lips would open like flower petals as she stoked them. Would she ever open them on Hugh's cock and have him make a woman of her? She hoped but despaired. Fate eventually intervened when Amanda was able to offer herself to Hugh. She had dropped a hint about Jane's unrequited desires to Dianne who went to see the girl. Jane shook with fear worried her job was on the line. She was indeed given notice but only to present herself that night if she wished to be a virgin no more. That evening Amanda dressed in white from her panties out. She harnessed her new breasts in a corset which made her even more curvy and held her titties out for inspection and sucking. She wore white thigh high stockings and a garland in her hair she looked every bit the virgin. Jane got into the spirit of things and wore her cotton pyjamas. She wanted to accentuate the age difference between her and Hugh, she hoped for both their pleasures. Her panties were 'sensible', white but as snug fitting as her little frame would allow. 21 she did not look. Dianne and Hugh were already making love when Amanda and Jane showed up hand in hand. Jane explained that they wanted to be prepared for boys or in Jane's case she just wanted her Hugh to love her in a 'special way'. Hugh was rock hard inside Dianne who obligingly slipped off him and asked the girls into the huge bed. As Jane got in Amanda slipped off her shoes and pulling her panties down got in too. She handed her soft cotton offerings to Hugh to sniff. Saying she had something precious she wanted to give him she undid her skirt and with just her corset and stockings on came towards him on her knees. She asked him to eat her and then take her 'cherry' Jane was nestled in Dianne's arms. She was shaking with nerves. Amanda's pussy lips kissed Hugh's face and she cried out for his tongue. It entered her. She slumped onto him holding his head to her. Dianne ran a hand up the shivering Jane's little thigh. She jumped as if stung when Dianne's hand reached into her pyjama pants and touched her panties. Being skinny there was a considerable gap between her thighs and as she opened her legs nervously Dianne's palm could sit comfortably upon her cotton covered nubility. Dianne kissed Jane's head and cradled her. Jane began to relax and took Dianne's nipple in her mouth to suckle. An expert finger went under the seam of her panties and touched the soft yet taught, lightly haired skin of her pussy. She closed her eyes and whimpered as she suckled. Dianne, already open and aroused juiced even more. Hugh's tongue had done its work on Amanda and with his cock ready she bent over forwards and asked him to make a woman of her. As usual for her there was just a little hole to put his cock against. This time however there was resistance. With a finger on her clit Amanda pressed back and winced. This was an unusual situation. There was in reality only one virgin present. Amanda was not even indulging in a fantasy she held. It was a deeper desire in her that prompted her having a new hymen and then painfully yielding it to Hugh. There was little beyond her love and her body she could give him. She wanted him to see that she would do anything for him even take pain for him. The entrance to her seared with pain as she stretched the membrane of her restored virtue. The fingering on her clit combined with the tearing inside her to heighten her senses. It felt good yet painful. Mentally she was relaxed, knowing what sex was about, happy at last with her body and content that Hugh would know how she cared for him. Next would be Dianne, if she could just stop molesting Jane. The moment to take Hugh within her had come. She cried out to him to push into her no matter how much she screamed. Scream she did. It hurt as much as last time but tonight she felt love, happiness and strangely as the sting subsided through her tears she dug into her clit and she came very hard. Not like previous orgasms but a short sharp snap of her senses radiating from her violated passage. Hugh pressed deep inside her. His cock hard and twitching but he did not come. He reached forward and undid the laces on her corset. It slowly peeled away from her and he withdrew from her. Amanda stretched forward and then rolled over to reveal her new figure. She still had one or two little marks from her surgery but these would disappear soon. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Her breasts smaller but firmer and from her open sex ran a little stream of pinkish fluid. She glowed. Dianne wanted to caress her but Jane was clinging to her. Her pyjama bottoms and panties were now around one ankle and she was humping against Dianne's hand. She was nervous about taking the big hard cock that jutted out from Hugh's middle. Could she really take that inside her? Would it hurt as much as it seemed to when Amanda impaled herself? She was wet but still shook with nerves as Hugh approached. She lay back in Dianne's arm and Hugh opened her legs wide with a whimper from her. Hugh didn't go to fuck her! He ran a hand up either leg to her tiny buttocks and lifting her by them put his mouth right on her pussy. Jane's lack of fat meant that her already prominent mound, now engorged with blood from her fingering by Dianne stood out like a mouth pouting for a kiss. Deflowering Jane was much easier than anyone had expected. She only had the smallest of obstructions and going through it caused slight discomfort more than pain. Her pussy turned out to have hidden depths. To look at her one would wonder where a finger would fit let alone the cock that sat between Hugh's legs. However fit he did. Unsurprisingly Jane did not orgasm from her first encounter with Hugh's cock. She was too wrapped up in thinking about what it felt like to have something big hard and hot move within her and didn't let herself go sufficiently. Then there was the scene beside her to distract her. To show Dianne her appreciation Amanda's face was between her legs vigorously lashing Dianne's open sex. Never having been fucked before let alone seeing others engage in intimacies was a bit overwhelming. With remarkable restraint Hugh had not come inside either girl. Looking up at him Jane asked. "May I suck your cock?" She wriggled from beneath him and began to kiss his shaft. Her inexperience showed and it took a big mental effort for Hugh to get to the point where he warned her he would fill her mouth if she didn't stop. She didn't and he did. She gagged and had to be slapped on the back as she choked. For her the evening was over or so she thought. She hadn't bargained on any more interaction with Dianne after suckling to her breast. In between gasps as Amanda went down on her Dianne summoned the nervous Jane to sit on her face. Awkwardly she straddled Dianne's face. She was facing towards Amanda lapping away at the gap between Dianne's open legs. Watching in fascination she felt her undercarriage contact Dianne's lips. Hugh had started to stroke himself to regain an erection and put it to use. There was only one place for him to go. Amanda's bottom was in the air. This really one place where she was a virgin.