0 comments/ 85772 views/ 5 favorites Going With It By: lloyd12 My wife Ana and I went on vacation to see some friends in Florida. Ana had met this couple online one day and we thought it would be fun to go see them. Rick, the husband, was a student at the university and loved playing softball. His wife Lisa was a nice girl who was fun to be around. We went to see a few of Rick's softball games while we were there and we would all go to a local bar afterward to hang out. We got to know a few of the other players on Rick's team, including two guys name Sean and Chris. Ana and I both took an instant liking to both of these guys. We had fun drinking and talking late into the night. I got along with both guys really well. We became buddies pretty quickly. Both guys seemed to like Ana a lot, but she seemed pretty partial to Sean right away. The two of them drank a few shots together and seemed to be having a lot of fun. We went to the bar most every night we were in town. One night in particular, Ana got really drunk. I was sitting with the guys around the bar, talking and having a good time. Then, Ana grabbed their attention while I watched a basketball game on TV. She was more flirtatious than I had seen her in a long time that night. I kept stealing glances over in her direction. Occasionally, she’d look back at me with her big brown eyes and wink. When I would glance down under the table, I’d see Sean with his hand on her thigh or catch her foot sliding up Chris’s leg. I tried to concentrate on the game, but found myself more interested in my wife’s behavior. It was certainly way out of the ordinary. She commented on how much she liked their tans. She talked about how she liked men with little or no body hair (I’m not exactly a gorilla, but I have lots of hair on my legs and arms and quite a bit on my chest.) I smiled when she said that and she said, “Sorry, honey,” while grinning mischievously. “No, please continue,” I said, trying to seem disinterested by staring up at the TV. But, I was smiling all the while. She laughed and kept talking. “I’ve just always found it to be a turn on. Like when you guys had your shirts off today during the game…you both had really nice hairless chests…and really good muscle tone. Mm. Yummy. Just like I like ‘em.” The guys laughed and so did I. Inside, I was very surprised at her forward way of speaking. And there was no mistaking that both Sean and Chris were pretty pleasantly surprised themselves. When the conversation turned to cock size, things got even more strange. She had always told me that I had plenty in that department, but here she was, drunkenly telling these two virtual strangers, “I’ve often wondered what it would be like with a really big, thick one. I’ve never had that before and I bet it would be incredible…” “Honey…” I rolled my eyes. She leaned into me and kissed me on the back of the neck. “Oh, baby. Don’t take it the wrong way…I love it when you fuck me…” With that, I turned and Ana kissed me full on the mouth. Her tongue leaped into my mouth and I could almost taste her excitement. A little later, we left the guys. She hugged them both goodbye and I watched her press her body against theirs, one after the other. Inwardly, I was on fire. I was thinking about her…with them. And I was liking it more than I ever expected. Both hugs lingered and I saw a flash of desire in Ana’s eyes. We had barely made it to the elevator before she was all over me. With two other people in the elevator with us, Ana took my hand and guided it down between her legs and placed my hand on her dripping pussy. I could feel her soaking through the slacks. She kissed me again. When it was finally at our floor, we pushed past the others into the hall and made our way to our room. We fucked like animals that night. She was wilder than I’d ever seen her in three years of marriage. While she was on top, bouncing on my cock, she fumbled for her purse. She pulled out two small business cards with the guys phone numbers and email addresses on them. “I got their phone numbers, baby. Told them they could call me any time.” This seemed to turn her on even more and she threw the cards aside and fucked me harder. I was completely enflamed with jealousy and lust. I fucked her all over the room. I couldn’t get the image of her fucking those two well-built guys out of my mind. “I was watching Sean and Chris play ball, today…” she breathed while I was ramming my cock into her as she spread her legs over the sides of an armchair. “…fuck, I was so turned on by their hot bodies…oooh….ooohh, baby, yes….fuck me.” She was so wet and slick. I’d never seen her cunt so slippery. Her come was all over my thighs and I could feel it dripping from my balls. I came hard and shot my come up into her pussy. We kissed and then I slipped out of her. As she often did, Ana began fingering her clit after we fucked. She brought herself to an amazing orgasm. I watched her body shudder and saw her toes curl…a sure sign that she is really cumming hard. She let out a tiny “…oooohhh…” We collapsed on the bed and I held her and drifted to sleep. Later, I woke up to see her fingering herself again. I was too tired to fuck her again, but I watched her make herself come twice and then fell back asleep. When I woke up that morning, I could hear Ana in the shower, making herself come over and over again. Sean called me on my cell phone before we left town. “Your wife is really great, man. Hope you know how lucky you are.” “Oh, believe me,” I replied. “I know. You should come visit us back home some time. We’d love to have you. I’m positive Ana would love it.” “Yeah. I plan on keeping in touch,” he said suggestively. “Talk to ya, later.” “Cool. Well, give us a call some time. Take care.” When we got back home, Ana was still really horny. She wanted to get fucked at least once a day. To tell the truth, I found it kind of hard to keep up with her. Whenever I fell behind, she would make herself come. She had bought a small vibrator and I watched her bring herself off. She seemed to like it when I watched. She talked about Sean a lot. She talked about his dark hair and she said that his tattoo was really sexy. (He has a celtic band around his left bicep). I noticed that after we talked about him, she would always go off and stay in the bathroom for a while. I’d listen to her come (she’s very noisy when she comes) from the living room. But, I never said anything to her about it. One day, I came home from work and when I walked in the door, I found her on the couch in the middle of the living room, completely naked. I froze in my tracks when I saw he because she looked so hot. Her legs were spread wide and she was talking on the phone. She smiled at me when I walked in and put her finger to her lips. “It’s Sean”, she mouthed. I sat down on the fire place, across from her and just watched her for a while. They were just talking for a long time…..but Ana remained naked. She was lightly brushing her fingers across her clit. I went upstairs to shower off, knowing that she would want a good fuck after she got off the phone. After coming out of the shower, I could hear her cumming up a storm downstairs. I went out onto the balcony to look and found her fucking herself with a wine bottle that we had gotten as a gift from my parents. She was still on the phone with Sean. She was laying on the floor and slowly grinding the bottle up into her cunt. “Oh, Sean…you make me so fucking horny!” she cried as she came. “I’m fucking myself just like you wanted…fuck, it feels so good! God, I wish this bottle was your hard cock!” Obviously, I’d never seen her act this way. But, I was so overcome by the scene before me that I started stroking myself right there. From the balcony, I had a good vantage point as Ana rolled around with the phone in one hand and the bottle of wine in the other. Finally her eyes opened and she noticed me standing there above her. She rolled to where she was positioned just under the balcony. “Sean…” she said, “I wanna fuck you so bad…I can’t wait to fuck you…I’m so horny for your cock, baby…” That was all it took for me. Seeing my wife laying on the floor, fucking a bottle and having phone sex with another man miles away…it made me come. I groaned softly and shot my come between the rails of the balcony. It fell down to the floor below and some of it hit Ana on her thighs. She cried out when that happened and when she finished coming herself, she crawled over to the rest of my come and started licking it up from the hardwood floor. She licked up all the come she could find and continued fucking the bottle. I sank back into the bedroom and listened from upstairs while getting dressed. She came at least three more times. When she finally came upstairs, she was still naked and still horny. She pushed me back into the bed and made me take off the clothes I had just put on. Then, she straddled me and started sliding her wet pussy up and down my torso, getting herself off. “Did you like what you saw, honey?” She asked. Her head swayed back and forth and she reached back behind her ass and started playing with my half hard cock with both hands. “Uh huh…” I replied softly. “I didn’t expect to be so turned on…” “Me either,” she breathed. “Honey…I want him. I want him so bad.” “I know you do.” “He’s coming to visit next weekend and he’s going to fuck me.” My cock got rock hard. She smiled. “I’m glad that it makes you happy. Because I can’t wait for him to fuck me. He’s so sexy, isn’t he?” I nodded as she slid down to my cock and started licking the tip with her tongue. “Yes. I can see why you want him.” She flicked her tongue on my cock and then plunged it into her mouth. All I could think about was seeing Sean fuck my wife. I wanted it almost as bad as she did. Ana sucked me until I finally came. She swallowed all of my come and then slid up to lay beside me. She told me all about their conversation. They had been emailing and she finally told him to just call her. Before he called, she got naked. They talked about that night at the bar and he said that he wished that he had been me that night. He told her that he had been having sex with a few girls since that night and every time he thought of Ana. That had really turned her on. She said that what turned her on most was the fact that he had sex with so many girls, whenever he wanted. She found that to be very masculine and verile. He told her about fucking a girl the night before and how he had made her come maybe a dozen times. The girl told him that she had never had someone who had such a big cock before. This made Ana come. Then, Ana told him that she wanted to fuck him. She immediately went online and bought him a plane ticket with my credit card. She asked me if I was mad. I said no. She said that Sean told her all about how he would take girls home after ball games and fuck them. Some of the girls had boyfriends but he fucked them anyway. They would always come back for more. The boyfriends never knew. She asked him if he had ever fucked a married woman and he said no. She asked if he was going to mind the fact that she was married and he again said no. He told her that he had been thinking about her ever since the bar and that he really wanted to fuck her. Then he started stroking himself on the phone and told Ana that he wanted to fuck her right in front of me. He wanted to show me how Ana needed to be fucked. Ana said she came and came when he told her this. She was screaming into the phone because she was cumming so hard. She said that a little while later, I got home. “I feel like such a slut,” she said. “But, I don’t care.” “You are a sexy little slut,” I laughed. “That’s why I love you.” We kissed deeply and she played with her pussy. I managed to get another erection and I fucked her from behind while calling her a slut-whore. She just kept moaning and saying, “I need cock…oh, God, I need his cock.” After I came on her ass, she reached around and played with her clit until she came. By then, she was exhausted and she fell asleep. I woke up around midnight to find her with the covers pushed off and her legs flailing in the air as she fucked herself with the wine bottle again. She was calling out Sean’s name and didn’t care at all that she was waking me up. She wanted to wake me up. I watched her for a while and got myself off. I dribbled a small amount of come onto her tits. She smeared it into her skin and licked her hands. Ana was very excited the day that Sean came to town. He was arriving late in the afternoon, so Ana was able to take her time getting ready. She took a long shower. I climbed in with her and washed her sexy little body from head to toe. We got out and dried off and she stood in front of the mirror naked and applied more makeup than usual. She wore some dark lipstick that really went well with her skin tone. She also wore a lot of eye makeup and she looked really sexy. After this, she lay on the bed and asked if I would paint her nails. I was more than happy to oblige. I gladly painted her long, sexy fingernails and took special care with her toenails. I often told her that she had the sexiest little feet in the world. She squirmed with delight as I painted them for her. I kept glancing over at her gorgeaous little pussy. "It's already getting wet because I'm thinking about tonight," she said. "You like looking at my little wet pussy, baby?" "You know I do," I told her. "Mm. Well, that's all you'll get to do this weekend is look. This little pussy belongs to Sean until further notice. Who knows? Maybe Sean will take pity on you and let you fuck me once or twice..." My cock was getting hard. After her nails had dried she stood, still naked, in front of the mirror. I took her belly chain from the closet and carefully hooked it around her waist. It was so hard not to attack her right then and there, but that would have ruined all of her preparations. I chose a little black dress for her to wear and handed it to her. She slipped it on. She said she probably wouldn't wear panties all weekend unless Sean wanted her to, so she didn't bother with them. I got out all her bracelets and anklets and helped her put them on. She slid on her wedding ring as I adorned her neck with a pendant I had given her a few years before. Then she got out her best little black "fuck me" sandals and slid them on. "You look beautiful," I said. She turned side to side and seemed quite satisfied with the way she looked. "Mm. Good. I want him to want me." We agreed that I would pick Sean up from the airport and we'd meet at our favorite italian restaurant. Before I left, she was having trouble keeping her hands away from her pussy. She was so horny. I gave her a small kiss on the cheek and headed out to the airport. Sean got in and we headed for the restaurant. I was surprised at how easy he was to get along with, even though he was going to be fucking my wife in a matter of hours. We talked about all kinds of things and I genuinely liked the guy. He told me about his fraternity and how he'd gotten a lot more sex since he had joined. He talked about a girl who had come over just last night and she ended up fucking him. I was amazed and somehow aroused that he had just had sex with another girl the night before and was about to fuck my wife. "So how do you get so much sex?" I asked. He shrugged. "Well, part of it is that I've got a big dick. Girls don't say it very often, but they really love big cocks. Once it gets around that you've got a big one, pussy comes out of the woodwork." "Including my wife," I said, laughing. He also laughed. "Yeah. Hey, you're okay with this, right? Because if you're not..." "I dunno. To tell the truth, I don't know how I feel. I'm just going with it. Sometimes I feel jealous...but it also turns me on. And I love Ana. I want her to be happy. So..." I shrugged. "So, are we gonna double team her? That might be cool." I nodded. "Not sure. She may prefer to just have you. So, we'll see." "Well, just so you know," he said, "I intend to treat her right. So, don't worry." "Oh, I'm sure you do." When we got to the restaurant, Ana was already there. She stood up and hugged Sean tightly. He told her that she looked beautiful. She was like a school girl, giggling a lot and staring at him. We sat in a long booth and she snuggled up next to him. The lighting was low in the restaurant. We knew most of the staff in the place and I got a strange thrill out of seeing the waitstaff give us curious glances as Ana and Sean snuggled in the corner. Sean and Ana drank quite a bit and I remained sober so I could drive them wherever they might want to go. The conversation inevitably turned sexual and Sean started talking about the girl he fucked the night before. According to him, she was the fiance' of a guy in another frat. She came over to Sean's frat house for a few drinks but ended up staying to fuck Sean. The girl had told him that she heard that he had a big cock and she was curious. He offered to show her. He told us that he had really fucked her good because he was thinking about his trip to see Ana. The guys in the other rooms were banging on the walls trying to get Sean to quiet the girl down because she was cumming so loud. The conversation clearly turned Ana on. She held his hand while he talked and I knew that something was going on under the table because of Sean's frequent pauses. After we finished eating, all the conversation stopped as Sean and Ana made out in the corner. I just watched them. She teased him with her tongue, flicking it over his lips and then shoving it into his mouth. Soon all of her lipstick was gone. She started breathing hard and staring into his eyes. I knew that under the table, he shoving his fingers up her cunt. The waitress came over to give us our check and they tried to appear calm, but it was obvious that they were close to having sex on the table if we didn't leave soon. I paid the check and we headed out. Ana sidled up next to me as we walked out and whispered in my ear. "I could feel his cock through his jeans. It's huge!" They both got in the back seat and started making out. I drove slowly, looking in the rearview mirror and tilting it so that I could get a better view. They were kissing passionately and their hands were all over each other. "I want you so bad, Sean" I heard Ana say, almost breathless. She hitched up her dress to reveal her dripping pussy and his hand went right to it. She moaned and writhed her hips on his hand while they kissed. He shoved two fingers into her cunt. Ana was in heaven. He was lightly biting her neck and fucking her with his hand. I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the road. "Oh, that's so good," she said. "You're so good, Sean." Then, she came on his hand. She threw her head back and groaned, "Oh yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" As I watched them, I tried to remember if I had ever made Ana come off in my hand. I didn't think so. Most of the time, Ana was a tough orgasm unless she was doing it herself. When we fucked I was the only one who came...then she got herself off afterward for release. But, here she was getting off on Sean's hand in the backseat. They had calmed down a little by the time we got home. As we got out of the car, he picked her up and carried her inside. They kissed deeply and I opened the door for them. I was so fascinated. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. As they entered the living room, I noticed a very large bulge in Sean's jeans. He dropped her onto the couch. Sean stood there near the couch with her staring up at him. So, I walked over and offered her my hand. She looked up at me and smiled as if she had only just now remembered that I was even in the room. She took my hand and stood up. I smiled back at her and turned her so she was facing Sean. I moved behind her and looked at Sean who was staring at Ana's sexy body. I moved the straps of the dress off of Ana's shoulders and it fell to the floor around her ankles. Her mouth dropped open at her sudden nakedness and she stepped out of the dress, wearing only her sandals and jewelry. Going With It Sean stared at her body...her small shapely breasts and beautiful hips and legs. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her pussy. She had just trimmed her pubic hair that morning and it looked so sexy. He took her hand and turned her around so he could see her back and her incredible ass. He nodded and then kissed her...softly at first...then harder. He pulled her hips up to his and their bodies mashed together. His cock was pressing into her hips beneathe his jeans. Ana just moaned and whimpered softly. When they parted, she whispered... "Fuck me, Sean. Please. Right now." She sank down to her knees before him. He just stared into her eyes and began unbuttoning his shirt. I moved over to a big arm chair and settled back to watch. I unzipped my pants and groped for my cock and I watched Ana tear at the zipper on Sean's Jean's. He threw his shirt to the side and then eased himself onto the couch. Ana knelt between his legs. She took off his jeans, tennis shoes and his socks, then he stood back up so she could get at his cock. The bulge in his underwear was gigantic. Ana salivated over it and looked up into his eyes again. "You want this cock, don't you?" He asked her. She just nodded and slipped her fingers into his waistband. Slowly, she pulled his boxers down...and revealed his cock. When she saw it...her eyes widened for a second and her mouth dropped open even further. "Oh my god," she gasped. "It's fucking gorgeous." I had to agree. I'm not homosexual, but his cock did look impressive in the dim light...as did the rest of his body. He was a golden tan all over. His chest was well muscled and he obviously worked out a lot. Excellent muscletone in his legs as well. And hardly any hair on his body except his head. Any woman would have wanted him just for his body and face. But, then my eyes moved down his body, to his cock. It was only half erect, but it was still enormous. Ana and I both were just staring at it. I had seen a lot of porn and Sean's cock wasn't the biggest I'd ever seen. But, it was certainly a lot bigger than mine. His balls were the size of eggs and hung low just in front of Ana's face. I started stroking my cock. Ana gently reached up and cupped his balls in one hand. Then she took his large shaft in the other and started stroking it. She watched her hand move up and down on his shaft, practically drooling. His cock enlarged to full erection while she watched. It was huge and thick and heavy. "Oh, yes!" She hissed, softly. "That's fucking gorgeous." Her fingernails dragged across his balls as she stroked him. She struggle to get her hand all the way around the thick shaft. She kept stroking and then finally sucked the giant head of his cock into her mouth. She just took the head at first...sucking and licking around the rim. Sean just stood there watching her worship his cock, not making a sound. The room was silent except for the sucking sounds that Ana's mouth made on his cock. She sucked and licked and stroked his cockhead. Then, she started moaning, pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. "I love this cock, Sean. I love sucking on it." She took it back into her mouth and began trying to shove the whole length down her throat. I leaned in, fascinated. Sean started gently rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. "Ooh, yeah. Suck on that big cock, Ana." he whispered. He looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back. "That looks so hot," I said. "You weren't lying about how big it was." "Nope. Mmm..and I'm about to fuck the living shit out of your wife with it, too," he laughed. "Ooh, she's a good little cocksucker. Most girls don't even bother to try and take it all." Ana moaned aloud, aroused by his bragging. "Heheh. Well, she's never gone down on me like that, so I'm as surprised as you. I've never seen her like this..." Ana moaned again and finally got his whole cock down her throat. She promptly came up for air after nearly gagging. "...fuck..." she said. Then, she went right back at it. Her head bobbed up and down faster and she stroked him with both hands. My own cock was throbbing. I was about to bring myself off any second... She licked his balls and sucks each one into her mouth. All the noises her mouth was making were driving me crazy. "...fuck, your balls are huge," Ana observed in amazement. "I love it..." I couldn't take anymore. I came at that point. I groaned and spewed come all over myself. I heard Sean laughing. She looked down at Ana. "Well, he didn't last long..." Ana smiled. "He rarely ever does," she told him. "ohhh...fuck," I groaned from my chair. Sean pulled Ana to her feet and then laid her back on the couch. She whimpered and moaned. He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. She wrapped her limbs around his broad back and dug her ankles into his ass. "Oh, fuck me. Please, fuck me!" I watched as Sean teased her cunt with the tip of his cock. I moved over to the side of the couch for a better view. My own come was still all over my clothes. I leaned in close. I had to see this. Ana was moaning and begging him to fuck her. I had never seen her so wild. I found myself inwardly cheering for the man who was about to fuck my wife senseless right in front of me. He just kept teasing the poor girl with the tip of his mighty rod. "You want this cock, cunt?" "Oh, yes! Oh, FUCK YES!" If she got much louder, I was sure the neighbors would hear since we lived in a small community of town homes. I didn't care in the least. Ana's legs were splayed out like she was doing the splits and her toes were pointing and curling. She was moaning like a cat in heat. She was on the verge of orgasm and he hadn't even entered her. He was just pummeling her clit the the tip of his cock. He was an expert at it, I could see. She was dripping wet. Her own come was leaking down her thighs, making them wet and shiny in the failing light. "Fuck her!" I cheered. "Fuck her, man...fuck my wife!" He reached out and took her hand, holding his cock just at her entrance with her writhing on it. She was undulating her hips, trying to make him put it in. He sucked her ring finger into his mouth. Ana emitted a horrendously loud squeal and started yelling "Take me...oh,yes, take me!" Only after a moment did I realize what he was doing. He sucked her wedding band into his mouth and pulled it off of her finger with his teeth. Then, he spat it on to the floor behind him. My cock sprang to life again and I quickly got naked. "You want this big cock, baby? Here it is!" And with that, he shoved his cock into her beautiful pussy. I watched as every inch slid into her without effort. But, it certainly wasn't because she was loose. She was so wet and slick that he just slipped right in. "FUCK, it's tight!" he growled. "Now, fuck me, slut!" She was writhing like crazy. He didn't move. She did all the work. She was desperate to please him, I could tell. She stared up at his face, looking for some sign that all her writhing and bouncing were pleasuring him. She writhed on his cock some more. "Oh, fuck, Sean! It's so big! "It's so goddam big! It feels like you're splitting me open! It's burning me up, baby! YES! YES! YES!" She grunted and groaned as she reach forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. I was stroking my cock just a few feet away. He picked her up like she was a feather and stood up straight. Then, he leaned backward slightly to afford her movement. She wrapped herself around him and started fucking as hard as she could manage. Her cum was dripping from his balls onto the floor. He started bouncing her up and down on his big rod. She loved it. She seemed to trust him completely. They stared into each other's eyes as they fucked. "Oh fuck, I'm your slut, baby! I'm your fucking slutwhore! Never stop fucking me!" She came again, screaming his name. "Oh Sean! OH, YES SEAN! OH SEAN YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD, BABY!" "Fuck her, Sean!" I cheered as I watched and stroked myself. "Fuck her hard! She needs it! She needs that big cock!" He laid her down on the couch again and started plowing into her cunt. Big long strokes. I watched his muscles tense as he expertly rammed in and out. He grunted like an animal with each thrust. "UNNNGH! UHHHHHNNNNGH!!! Take that big cock, slut!" Her toes were curling and she was coming over and over again. One orgasm after the other. I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned forward and announced that I was about to come. Ana looked over at me and held out her hand. I started coming and she held it there while I shot my seed all over her fingers. I collapsed back against the arm of the couch and watched Ana lick her fingers clean while Sean fucked her. His grunts became moans and his thrusts were faster. Ana cheered him on and so did I. "Come inside me, baby! Oh baby, please come in my cunt!" "Come inside my wife, Sean. She wants it. She wants it bad." He continued fucking her...building to what was sure to be a huge release. His face was getting red and veins were popping out all over his face and neck. Ana was just howling his name. She could barely take it anymore. I decided to try and help him over the top. "She's not on the pill, Sean. If you come, you're gonna get her pregnant. Fuck her pregnant, Sean! Fuck my wife pregnant!" Ana seemed to love this. She screamed and came. Sean liked it too. But, he didn't come inside her. "I want you to see me come on her!" He barely managed to get all the words out before her pulled his cock free of her cunt and held it over her body. He gripped it at the base....and the first shot of come practically flew across the room. Then, it started shooting in huge wads, all over Ana's face and her tits. Ana let it hit her face without complaint but started smearing the come the fell to her tits all over her body. It was amazing. He just kept coming. I'd never seen so much come in my life, not even in porn. It looked as if he had spewed a quart. It was in her hair, on her lips, all over her tits and neck. It pooled in her clavicle in huge clumps. She ran her fingers through his come and groaned. Her fingers ran all the way up her tits, over her neck and into her hair as she smeared his come all over her face and then licked started licking her hands clean. "Mmmmmmmm..." she smiled like a satisfied cat. After all this, I was totally spent. Sean lay back on the couch and Ana lay there with him. They looked beautiful. He head was laying on his hip as he reclined. She kissed his softening cock and played with it, never taking her big brown eyes off of it. She was still covered in his cum. "God...it's even huge when it's not hard," she marveled. "It'll be hard again in a few minutes," he told her. Ana smiled. "mmmm...good. My little pussy needs more of this gorgeous cock." Indeed, he did get hard again in just a few minutes. This time, he took her upstairs and fucked her in our bed. I went up to watch. While they were fucking, he said, "You like watching me fuck your wife in your bed?" I just nodded. Ana's cunt was still drenched and I could see his cum in her hair and all over her tits while they fucked. The room smelled of so much sex it was almost overwhelming. He made her come like a banshee and made our headboard bang against the wall. Laying beside them, I reached out and grabbed Ana's foot and kissed her toes and licked them while she was getting fucked. I could see the muscles in Sean's back flexing while he thundered back and forth in her cunt. Ana cried out his name over and over again. The two of them made a beautiful picture. Ana sucked on his nipple and reached down between her legs and brushed her nails across his big heavy balls. This made Sean fuck her really hard. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust and made a wonderful clapping sound. I had never fucked her like this. Ana was loving it. For a moment, he slowed down and I just watched them kiss and suck on each other's tongues. Gradually he started fucking her harder and faster, building her toward a climax. The headboard started thunking against the wall. Ana held on for dear life and howled. They came at the same time. This time, Sean held his cock inside her and shot his whole load into her thirsty cunt. They lay in each other's arms and kissed passionately. We all lay there exhausted for a while. Then, he picked her up and took her into the shower, where I could hear them fucking again. She kept saying his name and telling him that she was his little slut. I lay there on our bed and finally drifted to sleep. I woke up a few hours later to find Ana on top of Sean, bouncing on his thick cock. She was telling him how big he was the whole time. "You're so fucking big! Such a huge fucking stud cock! Fuck yeah! That's a real cock! Knows how to make a lady come! Fuck yeah!" I rolled over and went back to sleep. In the morning, I didn't see either one of them in bed. When I went looking, I found them out by the pool, fucking in one of the loungers. He was on top of her, fucking her silly. They were both covered in suntan oil and looked so hot that I started stroking myself, watching them. She was cumming so loud that I was sure the neighbors would hear her. I started making breakfast. After a while, they came inside and Ana had Sean's come all over her tits. He sat down at the kitchen table and she sat in his lap. They kissed and fondled each other playfully until breakfast was served. That night, I let them have the bedroom and I slept downstairs and listened to them fuck for several hours. Sean gave her a great fuck in the shower. Later, I heard the bed creaking and banging against the wall while I watched a movie. I went up to look in on them and saw Sean really giving it to her. Her legs were splayed out and her toes were pointing and curling. I could clearly see how his big cock was stretching her sweet little cunt. His balls were slapping against her ass. She came several times and then he shot a big load onto her tits. He seemed pretty tired after that, but I was just getting charged up. So, I stripped out of my clothes and offered Ana my hard cock. She sucked me off for a while and then I fucked her from behind. She didn't come, but she got real close as I pounded her cunt. While I fucked her, she moved over and sucked and licked Sean's balls and stroked his cock. It started getting hard again. I came inside her and then collapsed. Ana moved up beside me and kissed me. I could taste cum in her mouth. A little later, I went back downstairs and fell asleep. I woke up at around two in the morning and could hear him fucking her hard. Sean went home the next day. I drove him to the airport and he thanked me for letting him have my wife for the weekend. I told him I enjoyed it and that my sex life with Ana would likely improve because of the experience. When I got home, Ana was still naked and laying out by the pool. I went outside and laid next to her. She thanked me for letting her have fun and not being jealous. She said that her pussy had never been so tired, but she offered to give me a blowjob. She got me off and swallowed all my come. Our sex life did improve. For a few days she was just too worn out to fuck, but later in the week she was naked when I got home from work. I fucked her while she talked about Sean's huge member. This became a regular thing and I loved it. So did Ana. Sean and Ana continued to have phone sex from time to time. Then, he invited her to come visit him after finals. Ana agreed of course and I put her on a plane to go see him with the understanding that they would videotape at least some of their fucking. When she got home, Ana smiled and handed me a videocassette. I immediately took it over to the TV and was treated to a great scene of Ana getting double teamed by Sean and his friend Chris at their frat house. Chris was not as well hung as Sean but he had a great body and he fucked her good. They took turns fucking her and they both came inside her at the end. She told me that she really enjoyed fucking two men at the same time. It made her feel sexy because they both wanted her so much. I knew how they felt. Going With The Flow Sara and Jon's first meeting was literally explosive. Sara had never felt such deep animalistic lust in all her life! They had met at a wedding. He was the groom's cousin and Sara was a friend of the bride's. Sara hadn't noticed him at the actual ceremony but later, at the reception when the party was in full swing. He had been standing chatting with a group a of people and the way he had thrown back his head and laughed at something someone said just caught her right in the stomach, the heart, the core – whatever! – It got her! He was tall, over 6ft and broad, looked about 45, dark hair greying at the sides and a bit of a beer belly developing. Not the type Sara normally went for and he was at least fifteen years older than her but there was just something about him she could not ignore. Something about the way his crumpled dark linen suit hung casually about his body, the way he had loosened his tie slightly and had the top button of his shirt undone. He looked confident and relaxed and she wanted to make him laugh like that! She had to speak to him! By chance Clara, the bride's mother, was standing in his group so Sara made her way across the room. Jon saw Sara walking across the room, greeting people with friendly smiles and hellos as she went. He was immediately struck by her petite grace, the way her hips moved sensuously as she walked. She could only have been about 5ft2 and slender, but the little black dress she was wearing showed her to be a very curvaceous young lady. The tight V neck bodice revealed a healthy cleavage and the straight short skirt hugged her hips and thighs stopping a few inches above the knee. He watched as she got closer and she eventually stopped and began talking to Clara. After a few minutes Clara turned to Jon and asked, 'Jon have you met Sara? She is a friend of Laura's. Jon's Bill's cousin, Sara, and he thinks he's a bit of a joker so watch!' Jon laughed, 'Oh thanks a lot Clara and I love you too! No, I haven't met Sara. Hi pleased to meet you.' He extended his hand to her and she took it and they shook hands. His hand was big and it completely engulfed hers. It felt amazing having her hand enclosed in his and she felt a tremor go through her body. She looked up at him and smiled and saw that his eyes were of the deepest blue and she felt as if he were looking deep inside her and knew what she was thinking. She couldn't believe it; she was tingling between her legs! Taking a deep breath she managed to say, 'Really pleased to meet you, Jon, and are you a joker?' Jon looked down into Sara's face, as she flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled up at him. It was her smile that got him! A big wide sexy smile and Jon felt a strong throb in his groin. 'Well I know this one joke... ' Jon told one of the oldest and corniest jokes Sara had ever heard and she told him so and soon they were laughing and chatting together. They talked small talk about the wedding and the guests and drank a couple of drinks sitting at one of the round tables. They got closer and closer together until their legs were touching under the table. The touch of the course linen material of his trousers on Sara's bare leg was extremely sensual and she began to slowly move her leg on his, quite unaware of what she was doing. She felt his hand on her knee and froze, suddenly all too aware of what of she had been doing. She felt herself redden. 'I'm not quite sure what's going on here but you are certainly making an old man very happy!' he said laughing. Sara's heart was pounding, but she began to more her leg on his again and gave him that smile of hers. 'Well you old people are very easy to please!' she said. Jon threw back his head and laughed and Sara knew then that she wanted to fuck this man! The tingling between her legs had become an ache and as they had been talking she had felt her panties getting moist. Sara had never felt happy making the first move with men but she determined that she was going to have Jon. 'Jon, I am not normally this brazen, believe me, but I find you very attractive and you are really turning me on.' He could not believe his ears! This beautiful young woman whom he had only met an hour ago was coming on to him! He felt his penis stiffen in his trousers. 'Well, believe me; I am not used to sexy young women throwing themselves at me. Cold shower time I think!' Sara laughed and moved slightly in her chair allowing her to part her legs a little. 'Can I join you in that shower?' Sara's flirting and open invitation for him to move his hand from her knee was all it took to make his penis become fully hard. She was aroused; he could tell by the way her cleavage was heaving slightly and he could see her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. He did not lose a minute and began to move his hand slowly up her thigh, stroking softly, moving up and down her smooth naked skin. He watched as his movements caused her breathing to become even faster. 'You are very naughty Sara. Have you any idea what you are doing to me?' 'Well I hope it's what I want to be doing to you!' she said coyly. 'What are you wearing under that dress?' 'Black silk knickers,' Sara smiled. 'Mmmm. No bra?' Sara shook her head. 'And black silk you say?' Sara nodded her head and opened her legs even wider. He took his cue and moved his hand further up her inner thigh until he felt her soft, silky panties. He let a finger slide inside the material and felt the soft, short hairs of her mound. He moved his finger just a bit more and found her swollen labia. He stroked her lips with slow gentle movements. He could feel Sara begin to wriggle on her chair. Sara then moved one of her hands under the table and placed it in his groin and she began to rub his rigid penis through his trousers. All the while they stared into each others eyes, watching each other's arousal. Thankfully the room was dark and noisy, as the disco had gotten under way, and most of the other wedding guests were dancing, so no-one paid them any attention. However, they were beginning to get really carried away and as Jon's exploring finger found Sara's slit, slick with her wetness, she squeezed his penis hard and they both squirmed and gave a low moan. They both jumped apart guiltily when a rather drunk man appeared at the other side of their table. 'Hey, darlin' Wanna dancsh?' he slurred. Sara smiled at him. 'Oh, I'm just off to powder my nose. Maybe later?' she said. 'Ok, darlin' I'll be waitin' and with that he staggered off. Sara whispered in Jon's ear, 'Follow me.' Jon watched Sara leave the room. He took a big swig of his drink, adjusted his hard on in his trousers and followed. She was waiting for him at the front door of the hotel and when she saw him she went outside. He followed her out and around the back of the building. The grounds of the hotel were dark and quiet and as he rounded the corner he saw her leaning up against a wall. He stood in front of her and she reached up on tip toes and put her arms around his neck. 'God help me, Jon, but I want you and I want you now!' she whispered. 'Sara, you sexy little minx. You are driving me crazy!' he replied. He leant down to her and their lips met and opened into a passionate kiss. Their tongues probed each others mouths, they bit and nibbled on each others lips, breathing quickly and moaning softly. Jon moved his hands roughly down Sara's back and buttocks, lingering on those firm, round cheeks and pushing her closer into him. She leant into him, pressing her little body into his. Not breaking their kiss she moved back slightly and hitched her dress up and over her hips. Again Jon didn't miss his cue and with his right hand on a breast, stroking and rubbing her nipple, he slipped the other hand down the front of her panties. He moved his hand inside the front of her dress and cupped her naked breast and felt her hard nipple in his palm. As he did this Sara unzipped his fly and freed his rock hard member. She stroked it lightly but quickly with both hands. His left hand found her slit and he opened up her lips and ran a finger up and down, spreading her wetness all over her pussy. 'Oh! Oh! Oh yes, Jon. Yes!' Sara was saying over and over again. She began to stroke him harder, with a firm grip on his throbbing cock. 'Jesus, Sara. You are a naughty, horny little thing!' 'Yes, I am and I want you inside me. Please tell me you have a condom!' Jon pushed a finger inside Sara and bit her ear, she groaned in pleasure. 'Just so happens that I do.' He whispered. 'Oh thank God!' He removed his hand from her breast but continued to move his finger in and out of her tight slippery tunnel. He fumbled in the inside pocket of his jacket and brought out a little green packet. 'Here,' he said, holding it out to her. She let go of his cock and took the condom. She opened it carefully then squeezed and rolled the tip out. Her hands were shaking, Jon's finger was still moving in and out of her. 'You do it, Jon. My hands are shaking too much!' With a soft laugh, Jon withdrew his finger and with a final sweep of her clit took the condom from her. As he rolled the condom over his cock Sara pulled down her panties and kicked them to one side. She began to play with her breasts, moving from one to the other, while she also rubbed her clit, her eyes were closed and her head flung back and she was whimpering with desire. The sight of her like that, this sexy, hot woman with her dress pulled up, playing with her naked pussy, made his balls ache and he couldn't wait to push his cock inside her and give her what she wanted so much. With the condom securely in place he placed his hands around her waist. 'Ok, Shorty, this may not be that easy but here goes!' Jon said with a laugh. She laughed too as he lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him for support. He let her lean her back on the wall and with one hand gripping one of his arms she reached down with the other and guided his cock head to the opening of her pussy. He moved a little, pushing up and they felt the head of his cock stretch her pussy open and ease inside. 'Oh! Oh! God!' Sara moaned Sara now grabbed his other arm and holding onto him tightly and leaning back against the wall she was able to move his cock slowly inside her inch by inch. They both moved slowly letting the full length of him push all the way in. When it was, they looked at each other and smiled. He could feel her trembling and wasn't sure if it was lust or the tension of the position. He knew they couldn't sustain this for long. 'Feel good? This what you wanted?' he asked. Sara groaned, 'Oh yes, Jon, this feels so good, but you know what I need don't you?' Without another word they began to move together, Jon thrusting up into Sara's warm tight cunt, Sara pushing down on Jon's thick hard cock. Their movements soon became heated and fierce, both wanting to release the sexual energy that had built up in them over the last hour and a half. They fucked each other quickly and vigorously to orgasm, both crying out as they did, their movements slowing in unison and their breathing rasping from their throats. When their orgasmic spasms were over, Jon slowly withdrew from Sara and lowered her to the ground. She continued to lean against the wall for support. 'Whew! Now that is what I call a knee trembler!' she said through ragged breaths and pulling her dress back down. Jon laughed as he removed the condom from his softening cock, which he wrapped in a tissue and put in his pocket to dispose of later. He tucked himself back in his trousers and took Sara in his arms. They held each other tightly for a while not saying anything. 'Well, that was certainly an experience I won't forget in a hurry! We better get back inside though. You just gonna leave your knickers there?' Jon nodded his head towards Sara's hastily discarded underwear. She laughed as she quickly picked them up and put them back on. She then took his hand, feeling her own almost disappear in it. 'Let's get our things and go. Your place our mine?' she asked seductively. Jon lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it, 'Mine! I only live ten minutes away from here!' In the back of the taxi on the way to Jon's place Sara could feel the tension growing in her again. She couldn't wait to throw her clothes off and jump into bed with him. He had an arm around her shoulders and she leant her head on his chest. She gently rubbed his thigh and every now and again let her hand run over his crotch and each time she did it his cock was just that little bit harder. He was whispering to her as she did. 'There you go being naughty again! Are you thinking naughty thoughts?' Sara nodded. 'Sexy thoughts?' Sara nodded again. 'You are a very dirty little girl aren't you?' Sara nodded with a giggle. 'I think I am going to have to teach you a lesson, a lesson that sexy, naughty, dirty little girls need taught.' When they reached Jon's house, the minute the front door was closed Sara began kissing Jon and pulling at his clothes, rubbing his semi hard erection. 'You make me so hot! What have you done to me?' she breathed. Jon pushed her away and held her at arms length, looking at her lust filled eyes. 'I have no idea but I love it! Love the fact that I fill you with this much desire. But let's slow it down baby! We have all night!' Sara closed her eyes and tried to slow down her breathing. Her pussy was aching and soaking wet again but she tried to calm her desire for Jon to take her right there on the floor of the hall! 'You're right,' she replied with a laugh, 'You must think I'm some kind of nymphomaniac! I'm not normally like this!' 'You certainly are fired up! Here let me take your coat and then we will get ourselves a drink and make ourselves more comfortable' She handed him her coat and he hung it up on a hook behind the door. He took her by the hand and led her through the living room and to the kitchen. 'I love your house, Jon!' Sara said looking around her. The house was big, modern and nicely furnished and decorated, if a little too manly for her taste! 'Thanks. Been here for 12 years; ever since I got divorced. I like it, like the neighbourhood and it's handy for work.' Jon told her how he was a Media lecturer at the local college as he took a bottle of champagne from the fridge, popped the cork and poured two glasses. 'I'm an assistant hotel manager,' Sara said with a smile, 'in fact I work at the hotel we have just been at!' Jon laughed his lusty laugh and said, 'Christ you like playing dangerously!' Sara assured him that she had never done anything like she had done tonight before. He stroked her silky blonde hair and handed her a glass of wine. He picked up his and they chinked glasses. 'Well, I'm glad you did! Here's to us!' They took a drink from their glasses then Jon led Sara back to the sitting room. 'Make yourself at home, Sara. I need to powder my nose.' Sara chuckled as he disappeared up stairs. She sat down on the big comfy sofa and sipped her wine. She had calmed down somewhat but the sexual tension she felt with Jon was overpowering and the anticipation of what the rest of the evening held was exciting her. She closed her eyes and gently ran a hand over her breasts and felt her hard nipples send pulses of desire to her pussy. Jon watched her from the bottom of the stairs, she hadn't heard him return, and he resisted the temptation to rub his erection. He crept into the room and made his way behind the sofa. 'Don't stop, Sara. Don't stop touching yourself.' He whispered to her. She opened her eyes in surprise at the sound of his voice and her stomach flipped at his words. She bit her lower lip but continued to caress and stroke her breasts as he kissed and breathed in her hair. She moved her hands down to her stomach and lap, rubbing slowly and softly. He let his hands slide over her shoulders and down her arms to meet her hands. He then slid them back up and down her neck to her cleavage. He caressed the curves there then slid both hands down the front of her dress and began playing with her breasts, rubbing and tweaking the nipples every now and then. He then pulled first one breast then the other free of the bodice of her dress and began to rub and squeeze them harder. Sara groaned and squirmed on the sofa pressing her hands harder into her lap and thighs. She opened her legs and let her hands run up and down her thighs, pulling her dress up as she did. 'That's it, Sara. Make yourself wet for me – but don't touch your pussy.' 'No, Jon I won't.' 'Are you getting wet?' 'Oh, yes!' 'Is your clit aching, Sara?' 'Mmmm. Yes!' 'You want me to touch it don't you?' 'Yes, Jon. Oh yes!' He moved around the sofa and held out his hand to her. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. He knelt in font of her and began to suck and bite on her nipples. She moaned and put her hands on his head, entwining her fingers in his hair. 'Take your dress off,' Jon said moving his head away from her exposed breasts. She put an arm around her back and undid the zipper of her dress and let it fall to her feet. Jon immediately grabbed her ass, feeling the silk of her panties slide between his fingers. He bent his head to her stomach and kissing gently, moved down to her mound, kissing her through the fabric. His mouth found the beginning of her pussy lips and he kissed them, moving further and further down. He licked her silk cover swollen lips, finding her slit and opening it slightly with his tongue. He could smell the sweet muskiness of her juices and he began to lick and suck on her pussy with more force. Sara's legs were trembling and she groaned and moved her pussy in rhythm to Jon's mouth. He sucked the juice soaked silk of her panties into his mouth, pulling on them with his teeth, making them press into her slit. He moved his hands up her body and kneaded her tits. The teasing was driving her wild and she could feel her climax start to build. 'Jon... oh that's good... oh... you tease... oh God... I'm gonna cum soon... ' He pulled his face away from her pussy and said, 'Oh no you are not you sweet horny bitch you,' he stood up and kissed her hard, tongue pushing into her mouth. She sucked on it. She was completely in his spell; she felt she would do anything he asked her to. 'Let's take this up stairs!' and he led her to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom Jon undressed as she stood and watched and she got her first good look at his cock. It was rock hard, thick but not too long. 'Take your panties off and lie on the bed, Sara.' She did and lay down on the bed and opened her legs wide for him. He knelt in between her legs and ran his hands up and down her thighs. 'Oh Sara, you are so beautiful... I was going to lick you and have you suck my cock and play with you for hours but you know what? Sara was almost breathless with desire and she could only shake head. 'I'm going slide my cock inside you and I'm going to fuck you until you cum and cum... You understand?' 'Yes, Jon. Oh yes.' He then took a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on and then taking his cock in his hand and he rubbed it gently and slowly up and down Sara's puffy wet slit. She moaned loudly and writhed slowly on the bed as the head of his cock touched her aching pussy. He moved the head to her wet, wet hole and slid the head in and out making her moan even louder. 'Oh God, Jon... you make me weak... oh... fuck... that's driving me wild!' Jon continued to ease his cock in inch by inch but always pulling out to the head with each stroke. Sara was panting loudly and bucking her hips at him. Before he pushed all the way in to her soft luscious cunt, he looked at her, watched and listened to the pleasure he was giving her. He had never gotten a woman this hot before and it was quite humbling, he wanted to take care of her, ensure that she got the pleasure that she wanted, always. With that thought he plunged deep inside her and thrust in and out with fast powerful strokes. As he did he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands above her head, holding her down and whispering to her between thrusts, Going With The Flow Author's Note: This story is built on an earlier story called "Them There Eyes", but it goes a lot further, and in a different direction. ***** Chapter 1 It was a Saturday, the hottest day of the summer so far. I took my two kids, ages six and eight, and went to our town's public swimming pool. It is an elaborate facility with one large pool and multiple small ones for kids who can't swim. My boys are good swimmers, so I could give them free reign while I lounged on some steps in the deep end. "Hi there Frank." I turned and on the other side of my step saw a woman who looked vaguely familiar. We were both under water almost to our necks, and all I could tell was that she had a pretty face and a big head of blonde curly hair. "Remember me? I'm Carol. We met at the Saunders' cookout a few weeks ago." "Of course," I said. "I see we had the same idea to escape the heat today." "Yea. My seven year old was driving me crazy. Now she's having a great time. I see her at the other end playing with your boys." I got up and moved the twenty feet along the steps to sit beside her. Now I remembered talking with her at the Saunders' party. Bill Saunders was a good friend of mine, and I knew Carol was close with his wife, Kay. At the party I had thought she was flirting with me, but after my recent separation I was not in the mood to get involved. "How are you doing Frank?" she asked, focusing her large eyes squarely on mine. "Kay has told me what you've been through. I know it's tough. I'm still not over my divorce." At the party I had noticed she had beautiful eyes, but now in the bright sunlight and only inches away, I saw how extraordinary they were. The irises were honey colored, tinged with green, and surrounded with crystal clear whites that were like a path leading deep into her psyche. In the centers the dark pupils seemed to be pulsating as they focused and refocused, probing my secrets. "I know a lot about you," she said gently. "What do you know?" "I know you are a good person. I know you love your kids and are devoted to them. I know you are smart and competent and are successful in your job. I know you had bad luck in your choice of a wife and that you feel terrible about what's happened. I know you were a good husband and father, and that the breakup wasn't your fault." God, it felt good to hear those things. I did feel awful. I had been blaming myself. To hear this attractive young woman absolve me in such a sincere way was uplifting to say the least. Kay Saunders had obviously told Carol a lot about me, and I wondered if she had been sizing me up as a possible step father for her girls, in spite of the fact that I was a good deal older. "Thank you," I said. "That means a lot." Her eyes maintained their hold on mine. A few times in my life I have met women who have what people call "bedroom eyes", and Carol's were certainly in that category. It was an indescribable something which radiated sexuality. The old song played in my head: "I fell in love with you the first time I looked into, Them There Eyes. You have a certain little cute way of flirtin' with, Them There Eyes." I found myself thinking about her body. Maybe it was time I stopped feeling that my life was over. At the Saunders party she had been wearing loose clothing that gave only a hint of her curves. Through the water I could tell she was wearing a bikini, but not how she was filling it. All of a sudden those miraculous eyes took on a new cast, like she was reading my thoughts. "Let's swim a little bit," she said. "You need to unwind." She took my hand and dragged me off the step into deep water. We side-stroked beside each other across the pool until we reached the edge under the diving board. Her feet barely touched the bottom, and she was kind of bouncing on her toes. She turned toward me so that her breast was pressing against my upper arm. I froze, not knowing what to do. She hopped a couple of times, smiling and fixing me with her eyes. Slowly but surely I felt her nipple harden against my skin. "Whoa," I blurted out. "You feel that uh? You see what being close to you is doing to me?" "Yea, I feel it all right." "Do you like it?" Like it? I was instantly as rigid as the diving board. "Oh yea. It makes me wonder what your breasts look like." Did I really say that? I must have been getting tired of playing with myself to have that burst out of me. It's a wonder she didn't scowl and swim away. But she didn't, and she was not shy, to say the least. "They are 36C. Not so big, but nice and firm. My nipples are super sensitive and can grow as long as your little toe." Jesus! That was the last thing I expected to hear. I had never heard a woman say anything like that. My mouth must have dropped to my chest. But there is no question that I was aroused. I had not been with a woman for months, and this gorgeous babe seemed to be offering herself to me. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, determined to match her frankness. "Because you are up tight and need to relax. Because I like teasing men. Because I like sex and like you. Because I like being direct and talking dirty. Because I am horny. Are those reasons enough?" Wow! Hard to top that! "Oh yeah-quite sufficient. I'm not complaining." "When I saw you at the Saunders' party you were still in shock over your separation, but now you look better. Fate brought us together in the pool today, and I believe in following my instincts." She had taken a step back, but I could still feel the imprint of her nipple on my arm. My heart was racing. Her incredible eyes held mine as she reached out a hand and hooked her index finger under the waist band of my trunks. My stomach flipped over and back again. I can't imagine the expression that must have been on my face. "Don't worry," she laughed. "I'm not going to ravish you here in the pool. But there is something about you that is making me bolder than usual." "Maybe we'd better cool down," I said breathlessly. "I think that woman under the umbrella over there is watching us." Carol never took her eyes off of me. "Of course she is. She's a friend of mine. We came together, and when I saw you in the pool I told her all about you. Her name is Sandra. She urged me to make contact." I looked down at her finger, the back of which was moving in little circles on my stomach. "Contact like this?" She giggled and withdrew her hand, snapping the elastic in the process. "No, I've improvised the contact as we've gone along. But I'm sure she is aware of every move. She's very tuned in to this kind of thing. I wish you would get out of the pool in front of her so that she could see the effect I've had on you." That was the last thing I wanted to do. "I have an idea," she said. "Let's get our kids and all go get some ice cream. We could go to that place beside the playground so the kids could play while we talk." "Okay. What about your friend?" "Oh, Sandra would come too. She is dying to meet you. And I think you will find her interesting." "She looks older." "Yes, she's in her 40's, divorced with no kids, and works as a paralegal in a big firm in town. We are neighbors and have become really good friends. She babysits for me a lot." I noted that I was much closer in age to her friend Sandra than I was to her. "Sounds good to me," I said. "I'll get my crew dressed and meet you at the parking lot in ten." Chapter 2 My boys were delighted with the idea of ice cream, and seemed to be getting on well with Carol's daughter. I remembered all the experimenting and playing doctor that I did in my preadolescent years and couldn't help speculating. As far as I knew there were no girls their age in the neighborhood where they lived with their mother. As for my feelings about Carol at that point, I was incapable of thinking straight. I had never met a woman who was so brazen. Friends and family had warned me repeatedly about the dangers of jumping into a new relationship right after my marriage broke up, especially with a single mom looking for a new husband. Those thoughts clashed head on with my sudden infatuation with this straight-talking, super sexy woman with bedroom eyes. I resolved to be careful, but I knew I was going to go with flow. We all emerged from the dressing rooms at about the same time. "There you are, you handsome devil," called Carol. "Come meet my friend." Sandra was fit and quite attractive, with long dark hair and a nice smile. The colorful sundress she was wearing was short but conservative, and her high-heeled sandals gave a delightful curve to her slim hips. With my hormones already raging, I immediately checked out her breasts, and noted that they were sizable and rode high on her chest. Probably a good bra, I thought, and then I chastised myself for having those be my first thoughts about a woman I had just met. What was wrong with me? "Frank, this is my friend, Sandra, whom I rely on in so many ways." "Nice to meet you, Sandra," I said, extending my hand. "I'm glad you can come with us." "Please to meet you too, Frank," said Sandra. "Any friend of Carol's is a friend of mine. And I think you and Carol are destined to be good friends." That last comment was said with a distinct twinkle in her eyes. She was letting me know that she had indeed seen what went on in the pool. Carol smiled and took my arm. She was wearing a tight T shirt and cut offs, and looked fantastic. Her blonde hair glowed in the sun. And those eyes... We all piled into my minivan. I had bought a large vehicle so that I could go places with the boys and their friends. The kids loved it. Carol sat in the front with me, with Sandra just behind. I pulled out into the traffic. "It was a brilliant idea to open an ice cream parlor next to the playground," Carol said. "And they also serve soups and salads. It's a real meeting place for us single moms." "I think it will be the same for us single Dads," I said. "Especially if the single moms are there." "I hope it attracts single granddads too," laughed Sandra. "I don't want you running off with some dirty old man," Carol tittered. "I like having you next door." "I like being there. Your daughter is like my own grandchild. And I take a vicarious pleasure in hearing about your love life, among other things, but still..." "Now hush. I don't want Frank to think I'm a loose woman." I had to smile at that. I wasn't so naive to think that I was the only man Carol had turned those eyes on. And her friend Sandra had a distinct twinkle in her eyes too. "And furthermore," Carol continued, "you're not that old. I'm tired of hearing you imply that it's all over for you." "Maybe not," said Sandra. "In fact something happened at work yesterday that was interesting." "There you go! I can't wait to hear. What have I been telling you? It's all in how you dress and look back at a man." "Easy for you to say, with those eyes of yours." The women were chatting back and forth like I was not even there. The kids were all plugged into their pads or pods or whatever and oblivious. I liked the subject matter and wanted them to continue. I was still reeling from Carol's forwardness and didn't know what to say anyway. Carol winked at me and turned toward Sandra. "You've got your own special assets. Need I innumerate?" "Gracious, Carol, you are embarrassing me in front of this attractive, and ever so eligible man that you picked up at the pool. What is he going to think of us?" "He's already heard enough from me to have me pegged," she laughed. "I have a feeling that we three are all going to be great friends, and can talk about whatever we want. What do you think Frank?" "I'm all for it. You two are a breath of fresh air. It's time I got back into life." Carol put her hand on my leg. "My thoughts exactly. Now after we get our ice cream we are going to sit at one of those tables in the shade, and you, Sandra, are going to tell us what happened at work, every juicy detail." Chapter 3 The ice cream parlor was crowded, and so was the playground. I spotted an empty table under a big tree at the far end and went for it. "Here take my wallet," I said to Carol. "Buy everyone what they want while I hold the table. Get me a lemonade." In five minutes the women returned, each with a small cone, and my drink. As they walked toward me I took note again of Sandra's trim figure and the way she carried herself. I felt fortunate to have two such attractive females to share the afternoon with. The kids had large cones and went for the area where they could build houses and forts with large foam boxes. It occurred to my dirty mind that it would be a good place for my boys to 'play house' with Carol's cute daughter. Shame on me. We settled at the table, Carol and me on one side, Sandra on the other. "OK, my not-so-old-friend, out with it," said Carol. "Well... nothing really happened, but I got this sense. One of our clients is a high tech company with lots of patent and copyright issues, and every week a bunch of their people come to meet with my boss. He always wants me in on the meetings to take notes. Yesterday there was this new guy at the meeting." "Ah ah," Carol exclaimed. "Before you go any further, describe him." "He was a big man, tall, and broad shouldered, stocky, but not fat... about my age, or maybe a bit older. You wouldn't say he was movie star handsome, but he was definitely attractive. Like a lot of big men he had a presence that indicated he was not going to take any guff." "Yummy," said Carol. "More details please...hair color? eyes? beard?" "His hair was sandy blonde, and a bit curly. I remember that. No beard. But I was too flustered to notice much else. I have no idea about the color of his eyes." "Why were you flustered?" "Because of the way he was looking at me." "What do you mean?" "It was like he saw something in me that interested him. I caught him staring at me a couple of times during the meeting. And when my boss sent me out of the room to get some documents, I could swear he was undressing me with his eyes as I walked to the door." "Umm.. Sounds like a very perceptive guy. If he only knew what I know. Did you return his look?" "Only once. After that I was embarrassed and avoided his eyes." Carol smiled. "Once was enough if your expression was right." "I think he got the message that I was aware of his interest." "Is that all? Did he say anything to you after the meeting?" "No, but he gave me one last look, and smiled. I got the feeling that he was not through with me, and I was right." "What do you mean?" 'Well, later that day my boss called me in and said that the client wanted copies of some documents, and that the documents were too sensitive to be sent via email. They requested that I come over first thing Monday morning with the papers, and bring them to Mr. Robinson." "And Mr. Robinson was the guy at the meeting?" "Yea, Charles Robinson." "Wow. He moves fast," I said. "I would say he is definitely interested in you. Does he know you are single?" "I don't know. I'm not sure he would care." "Why do you say that?" "Because of his manner, and his take charge attitude. He seemed like the type who would roll over any obstacle." Carol gave her a knowing look. "Sounds like one of your fantasy men come to life." "Please Carol," she said, "what is Frank going to think of me?" What I thought of her was that she was becoming more attractive and interesting by the minute. I had my own fantasies in the area of dominant men and submissive women. "Don't be concerned about that," I said quickly. "We all have our fantasies. Your secrets are as safe with me as they are with Carol." She laughed. "Obviously that's not very safe. Carol blurts out my secrets to the first handsome guy she runs into at the public swimming pool." "Hey, wait a minute," Carol protested. "It's not such a big secret that women like strong men. We all do. But just to make you feel better, Frank and I are each going to reveal one of our fantasies. Right Frank?" "Well..." "I'll go first. I have a fantasy that I will get married again, and this time to an unselfish, handsome guy, who will make being a good husband and father his highest priority. And in return I will do whatever it takes to keep him happy... and satisfied." Whoops. There it was. Just as I had speculated, Carol had ulterior motives in putting the moves on me. But at least she was being up front about it. It seemed like this woman held nothing back. I decided to make a revelation of my own. "OK, since you two are being so open and honest, so will I. One of my fantasies is to have power over a sexually submissive woman." Talk about a conversation stopper. Both of them starred at me. Carol seemed surprised, but Sandra's expression was one of new interest. I looked from one to the other, but let my gaze linger on Sandra. I knew that I was probably killing my chance of spending the night with those beautiful eyes and that hot young body, but at that point getting to know Sandra seemed the better option for me. Finally Carol smiled. "Well, well, the three of us are indeed going to be good friends. I could tell you a lot more about Sandra's fantasies..." "Don't you dare," Sandra said under her breath. "She doesn't have to," I said. "Sandra, after we finish here you are going to come with me to drop my boys off with their mother, and then you will come to my house, where we will barbeque some steaks. All I want to hear from you is 'yes sir'." The women looked at each other, wide-eyed. I had trumped Carol's 'cards on the table' attitude in spades. I could see the wheels turning in Carol's pretty head. "What about me?" she asked. In the circumstances I knew that honesty would be the best policy. "Carol you are the sexiest female ever to cross my path. I would love to take you to bed and swim in those eyes while I ravished you. You have been totally direct and honest about what you are looking for, and after you really get to know me, you may or may not think I am it. But I have just been badly burned by a pretty woman much younger than I, who decided she could do better. My next relationship is going to be with a woman more my age. Regardless of what happens between Sandra and me, I would like to be your friend and have the kind of fun we have had today." "Wow," she breathed. "Now I know why was so attracted to you. You are a rare member of the male species. I don't get turned down very often." She paused. Her friend Sandra sat very still, her eyes moving back and forth between Carol and me. Finally Carol smiled. "I think this is a great outcome. My best friend gets a shot at the man of her dreams, and I get to stay involved. And in my heart I know you are right about the age thing. With my appetite I really should have a younger guy. It's just that the older, good ones like you are more attractive to me." "Maybe that's because you sense how much they appreciate you," I offered. "You made me feel like a million bucks today." She grinned. "I could continue to do that, while you do whatever with Sandra." "You're on," I responded with enthusiasm. Carol turned to Sandra. "What do you say my dear?" "Yes sir," Sandra said, her eyes locked on mine." Chapter 4 I took dropped Carol and her daughter off at the pool, and the boys at their mother's, and then was finally alone with Sandra. The sexual tension between us had been steadily building ever since that first 'yes sir'. And after the way we had been introduced, with Carol's directness, it was not going to be a long courtship. I was pretty sure what Sandra wanted, and I wanted the same thing. Going With The Flow "You are going to be with me until Monday morning," I said as we drove toward my house. "Do you have appointments that you need to cancel?" She took a deep breath. "No sir," she said. "Good. Now reach over here and feel what you have done to me." There seemed to be a moment of indecision, but then her hand was on the hard bulge in my pants. Tentatively she explored the contours with her fingertips. "My goodness," she crooned. "What have I done to cause this?" "You have just been you, or almost so. The real you would not have hesitated like you just did. I am going to have to discipline you because of it. If you want to avoid being punished, you will obey me instantly in the future." "Yes sir, I understand." Her hand closed on me and squeezed. "Am I permitted to take the initiative, or am I limited to doing only what you tell me?" I smiled at her. Her hand was moving lower, seeking another super-sensitive area. No way was I going to discourage initiative like that. "You are not only encouraged to take the initiative, you are required to do so, and to show imagination in coming up with ways to please me. Otherwise, more punishment will ensue." "Oh my," she said in mock dismay. "It appears there is no way I will be able to avoid some punishment." "This is true. Your safe word will be 'uncle' in case you cannot take it. But I don't expect you ever to use it." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I know you will treat me fairly. I'm yours to command." It was, as they say, 'music to my ears'. I pulled into my driveway and quickly got out of the van to go around to the passenger side. Sandra sat still, waiting for my instructions. I opened the door and, grasping her by the wrist, drew her out so that her back was against the car. Forcefully I took her head in my hands and kissed her on the lips. At first I was gentle, but I maintained contact and gradually opened her with my tongue. My body pressed against hers, letting her feel my excitement. "Umm..." A low moan came from her throat as her tongue met mine. Her hips moved. It was that delicious moment with a woman when you know she is yours for the taking. My hands dropped and closed on the rounded flesh of her ass. She groaned as I pulled her against me, twisting her hips back and forth, and probing me deeply with her tongue. I could have cum right then. But I broke contact and stepped back. "We should go inside," I said. "I have some nosey neighbors." "Yes sir," she whispered. My rented house is modest: all I could afford with my sizable child support payments. But it has three bedrooms, two baths, and a nice private backyard. The kitchen is the biggest room, dominated by a black granite-covered center island three feet by six feet. The boys and I eat most of our meals sitting on stools around that counter, and I had fantasized about using it for other purposes. Now I was going to live those fantasies. I led Sandra into the kitchen. She came willingly, but acted surprised. "I thought you would want to show me your bedroom right away," she teased. "You will see plenty of my bedroom, but first you must be punished. Remember?" "Ohh... Are you going to spank me?" "You will find out. Now turn and put your butt against the island. Good. Now put your palms flat on the counter and keep them there." "Yes sir." The position placed the front of her body at my disposal. She could not move backward, and as long as she kept her hands and arms down I had easy and complete access to her breasts. Later I planned to tie her in various other positions, but in the beginning I wanted to test her willingness and ability to hold still as I tormented her. "What are you going to do to me?" "Whatever I want. First I'm going to see what is under this pretty sundress. The scooped neck is very nice, but it doesn't go nearly low enough." She sucked in a deep breath, thrusting her chest out. "I hope you won't be disappointed," she said. "I'm not twenty five like Carol." "I'm not either. Now, shoulders back!" With a shudder she closed her eyes and offered herself for my inspection. I took my time, running a fingernail over the fabric that was stretched tightly over the protruding mounds. I moved slowly from one to the other, avoiding the growing tips that were dimpling the cloth even through her bra. Then I switched to using the ends of my fingers to probe and sample the texture of her flesh. Finally, lifting the heavy gourds from below I leaned into her and kissed her neck. "Ohhh...", she moaned. Her hips moved, but she kept her hands down, welcoming my kisses and acquiescing to my exploration of her tits. I closed my index fingers and thumbs on the protruding buds and squeezed. "AHHH..." Her eyes popped open and her hips wiggled more. Her expression was one of pure lust. She was ready, but I wasn't through with her. I wanted total submission before I took her. I pinched harder. "Are you going to obey my every command?" "OHH GOD, YES... OHHH... NOT SO HARD... PLEASE..." Releasing her nipples I palmed both tits. "Good. You have a taste of what happens if you resist. Now push yourself up so that you are sitting on the counter. I want you up higher as I undress you." My hands on her waist helped her up to get her butt on the counter. Her legs opened, inviting me to stand close. The counter height placed her chest about at the level of my face, which was just where I wanted it. "Now how do we lower this dress?" I asked innocently. Her eyes held mine. I was pleased that I did not have to remind her to keep her hands down on the counter. "There is a zipper in the back," she breathed. I lowered the zipper and eased the dress over her shoulders. One at a time I lifted her wrists to pull the loose material free of her arms and leave it in a puddle on the counter. Her cream-colored bra was tight and full to overflowing, with her turgid nipples clearly visible. "Nice," I said, running my fingers over her. "Soft and firm at the same time. Perfect for nuzzling and kissing and squeezing, and other things. And a fastener in the front. I like that. Be sure to wear bras like this when you are with me. That is if I permit you to wear a bra at all." "Yes sir. I will always make it easy for you to get at my tits. They are yours to play with whenever you want, and however you want." Wow. This woman knew what I liked to hear. She was old enough and experienced enough to know that the best sex involved the head as much as the body, and that verbal expressions of submission were powerful turn-ons. The clasp opened easily, and the bra seemed to spring up and off. As I expected, her breasts sagged a bit, but not that much considering their size. I had seen more droopiness on much younger women, especially the plump ones. And Sandra's nipples and areolas were to die for: large and puffy and beckoning to be sucked. But not yet. I took a step back and studied her, watching the rise and fall as she took deep breaths, and periodically shifting my gaze to her eyes. This moment when I first saw her body would happen only once and was to be savored. I wanted to relish each step of her surrender. "I warned you that I was a no spring chicken," she said. "I've thought about getting some artificial support, but it's so expensive." "They are exquisite. Put that thought out of your head. You will be your age with me. I'm not like I was twenty years ago either. We men are just as insecure about our bodies as you are. What's important to me is not physical perfection, but response. Are they very sensitive?" "Oh yes. They are aching to be touched right now." I smiled. "Patience my dear. I want to talk about them more first. Have you ever had them tied?" "What do you mean?" "Surely you have seen pictures. A rough cord wrapped around tightly, compressing the flesh into a cone, the points protruding and vulnerable." "Oh... Yes, I have seen pictures like that. Are you going to do that to me?" "What do you think?" "I think you will do whatever you want." "Good answer. But it won't save your delicious tits from some punishment. Now lean back on your hands and push them out." She complied, arching her back and inclining her neck so that she was looking up at the ceiling. It was a position that indicated the total surrender of her breasts to my desires. I took the left one in both hands and kneaded and molded until the stiff bud was jutting out like the stem of a mushroom. Later I would bind her to produce the same effect, but at that point I was too eager to take the time. My lips came down and lightly kissed the tender spot. Then I started to work it with my tongue, around the areola, up the distended nipple, over the top, and back again, and again. She made little mewing noises and tried to shimmy her tit into my mouth. I took my time, licking and nipping at her with my teeth, until finally closing my lips over the whole pointy cone and sucking it like I wanted to swallow the whole enchilada. She cried out and wrapped her legs around my hips, squirming and pulling me into her. Clearly her tits were super sensitive, and I was delighted. "I'll bet I could make you cum doing this," I said, momentarily releasing her. "OH YES... YES... DO IT HARDER..." I clamped my hands around her other breast and gave it a long lick. "What are you going to do for me? Use your imagination." "I'm going to the same thing to your cock. I'm going to lick it and tease it, up one side and down the other, over and around the top, again and again. I'm going to keep it up until you are screaming for me to take you in my mouth." Just when I didn't think I could get any harder, I experienced a surge that was almost painful. I wanted more. "And then what? Be graphic." I mumbled before continuing to feast on her. "And then I will start on your balls. I will hold your cock lightly between my fingers to move it out of the way while I lick all around." I could picture the scene and I actually 'felt' the sensations in my over-heated brain. Still I pushed her for more. "How far under are you going to lick?" "All the way to your ass, rimming you. Would you like that?" "Are you kidding? But I would take a shower first." She giggled. "In that case I would probe you with my tongue." That image almost sent me over the top. I squeezed her tit hard and munched on the nipple until she was at the same near-ecstatic state. Then I let go and moved my hands to her hair, pulling her head in front of my face. "I've had enough of your tits for now," I said. "Lie with your back on the counter and your legs over the edge. It's time for me to remove your panties and see what's going on down there." "Oh no, you can't do that. I'm a good girl. I shouldn't let you look at my pussy, and touch it, and do things..." "Down bitch, and be quiet," I laughed. "You know I'm going to do whatever I want, and you're going to love every minute." I played with her for a long time on that island counter. Her creamy body glowed against the black granite, her softness contrasting sensuously with the hard surface. There wasn't a square inch of her that I did not tease and explore. At one point I made good on my promise to punish her, and I spanked her hard as she lay across the counter on her stomach, her hands gripping the far edge, and her feet on the floor. I held her in position with one hand between her legs working on her very wet pussy while my other hand made her ass bounce. Next time I vowed to use a paddle, because my hand ended up sorer than her butt. She squirmed and whimpered and had at least two orgasms. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I flipped her over, dropped my pants, and pulled her up with her legs wrapped around my waist. I staggered into an armless chair with her straddling my lap. She guided me into her, and with her feet on the floor giving her leverage, she literally fucked my brains out, replacing all thoughts with pure sexual sensation. It was incredible. Chapter 5 The next morning I woke with her lying beside me, naked and warm. Her eyes were open, expectant. "Hello there," I said. "Where did you come from?" "You picked me up at the swimming pool. Remember?" "Oh yea. You are that hot older chick who was hanging around with the gorgeous babe of the bedroom eyes." She kissed me on the cheek. "And you could have had either of us. But you chose me. And I'm going to make sure you don't regret it." "You made a good start last night," I chuckled. "I felt so free with you. Everything was out in the open, both of us revealing our fantasies and letting go. All our cards on the table, as you said." "As I remember it, you were the one on the table," I snickered. "Ummm... How come I'm the only one naked this morning?" "Cause you're prettier than I am. I always wear my boxers to bed." Sandra giggled and hooked a finger in the elastic, just like Carol had done in the pool. "Fine with me," she said. "I know where you are." It was becoming obvious where I was. "Are you going to tell your friend Carol what happened?" "Of course. We share everything." "Everything?" "You'd be surprised at what I know about Carol, and vice versa." "It's not fair you telling her about me, and me not knowing about her." She grinned. "Oh, so you're still interested in that sweet young thing. Well, I don't blame you. She has a fabulous body and knows how to use it. I should know." I raised up on my elbow and looked down at her. Already three quarters erect, I was suddenly fully aroused. Had I just gotten the hint that Sandra and Carol's relationship was not completely platonic? My lizard brain jumped to the image of Carol in the pool, pushing her tits against me with that look of lust in her come-hither eyes. I really liked Sandra, and was sincere in choosing her over the too-young hottie, but maybe I could have my cake and eat it too. After all, I was supposed to be in charge, and Sandra had committed to obey. She returned my stare, seeming to read my thoughts. It would have been hard for her to miss the hardness against her leg. "What's going on in that sexy mind, big boy?" she asked sweetly. "Sandra, you are going to tell me everything you know about Carol and your relationship with her. And while you're at it, you can start doing some of things you promised last night." "Yes sir," she said, and wet her lips. "Why don't you push up against the headboard and stretch out your legs. Carol will have no problem with me telling you about us. She expected it, but maybe not this soon." I slithered into a seating position, and Sandra moved down to lie on her stomach between my legs. The bed had no foot board, making it possible for her to stretch out. My senses were alive with anticipation. She smiled up at me. "I think this is a good position for telling you the story of Carol me. I can gauge your reaction and help it along. Is it okay with you, sir?" Mr. Happy thought it was more than okay, and was trying with all its might to break out of my shorts. Tentatively Sandra used a fingertip to maneuver it toward the opening. "You may proceed. But go slow." "Yes sir. In that case I'll keep you covered up so I won't be tempted before I can finish the story. But I will need to monitor your condition through your pants... just a light pinch from time to time... like this..." An electric jolt surged through my body. I closed my eyes, unable to respond. A wet spot materialized on my shorts. "Uh oh, I'd better be careful," she said. "You are on hair trigger." "You are really something," I managed. "Talk to me." "Okay. Well, as I'm sure you've figured out by now, Carol and I both like sex. We like it a lot. In many forms. We are both extroverts and bonded immediately when I moved next door a year ago. My ex was giving me trouble, and I moved across the country to start a new life. Carol was recently divorced and just beginning to get interested in new relationships. But neither of us had boyfriends." "I find that hard to believe." "Well, she started dating pretty soon, but nothing clicked for her. As for me, I didn't have so many opportunities. One night we were watching a soft porn movie where a dominant older woman seduces her sexy younger neighbor, and we were both turned on. When it ended, I stood up and took Carol by the hair. She did not resist as I led her into the bedroom. It was an incredible night." "Wow. Had you ever done anything like that before?" "As I said, I like sex, and I had played a bit with my roommate in college, but nothing since. It was a first time for Carol." My reaction surprised me. Sandra's hand was no longer in contact, and my erection had partially collapsed. Picturing the two women together was exciting, but also disconcerting. Did they prefer each other to men? Not good for the male ego. "I'm sure your life was different after that," I said. "No need to play the dating game with men." She laughed. "On the contrary. It made us both hornier. We knew we were bisexual, not lesbians. It opened new doors, and meant we could enjoy greater variety. We talked a lot about the possibility of threesomes and group sex, but nothing developed. Carol had a number of one and two night affairs, which I forced her to describe in detail with me while I pleasured her." "You forced her?" "Yea. The domination-submission theme was a big part of it. Still is." "And you are the dominant." A hand descended on me. Strong fingers encased my balls. "Strange isn't it," she said with a grin. "With her I like being in charge. With you I like being obedient. But in both cases, I could switch. Like right now. I am going to control you. You must do as I say, or else." Once again Mr. Happy telegraphed my reaction by instantly stiffening. Sandra took note and gripped it with her other hand. "So... you are a switch too," she announced triumphantly. "We are quite a pair. And Carol makes three." "My god... what is happening here?" "Don't fight it. Admit that your fantasies have included something like this. Go with flow. Wouldn't you love to have both me and Carol at the same time?" "Ahhh... you know I would. Don't squeeze so hard..." "Then lie back with your hands behind your head. That's it... Be a good boy and let Sandra take care of you. Think about you and me doing Carol. She's not much of a switch, prefers to be on the bottom. You and I can take turns being the boss." "It boggles the mind..." "You have fallen into the honey pot, my dear. Carol and I have fantasized about playing together with someone like you. We'll strip her and tie her in a way that gives you complete access to her perky tits. I'll let you kiss her pretty face and drown in those misty eyes you like so much, while I finger her from behind. Then when she's ready you can fuck her and I'll help. She'll go nuts." "And what about you?" "Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure to get what I want." Still gripping my balls she fished my cock out through the slit. It waved in the air like a sapling in the wind. "Are you game?" she asked. "What do I have to do?" "Nothing. Just say 'yes mam', and then relax while I have my way with you." "Yes mam." She bent the little tree down and let it spring back. Then she slapped it a couple of times, hard but not too hard. I moaned. So this is what it's like, being under someone else's control. I wonder if she would really squeeze my balls if I tried to get up. She read my mind. "Don't even think about resisting me. I'm going to keep my grip on your family jewels while I get your shorts off. Now raise your butt." Going With The Flow A firm hand slid down my stomach under the waist band to replace the other one on my balls, this time on bare flesh. I was now even more helpless. Off came my pants, over my ankles and onto the floor. "How nice and stiff you are," she mused. "I think you like this kind of treatment. How about a few more slaps..." "AHHH..." "Now some kisses..." "Ohh..." "A little tongue?" "ARRRGG.." "Look how it jumps around. I'll have to capture it in my mouth to hold it." "Oh god... yes... that's sooo incredible." She raised her head and smiled into my face. "That's just the beginning my dear. But don't you dare cum until I say. I have other plans for this dick of yours, and I want it nice and hard." "Yes mam." "Good boy. Later we'll go to my house and invite Carol to come over. Would you like that?" "Oh yes." Chapter 6 What a difference a day makes. Less than twenty four hours ago I was lounging around a pool, feeling sorry for myself. Now I was sipping ice tea on the porch of the hottest cougar imaginable, waiting for her gorgeous young friend to arrive to be tormented and fucked. I hoped I'm up for it after the way Sandra rode me that morning. My box springs would never be the same. Sandra came out of the house dressed in a short black skirt and low-cut halter top. She was wearing high heeled leather sandals and carrying a riding crop. "Well, look at you. I guess you are still in 'boss' mode." "Yea, Carol will be more comfortable getting started this way. She trusts me; doesn't know you yet. But believe me, she wants to." "What are you going to do to her?" She grinned. "It's what WE are going to do to her. I'll soften her up and then turn her over to you. Follow your domination instincts, which as I know from experience are very good. I wouldn't mind your ordering me around too." This is going to be fun, I thought. For years I have fantasized about having two subs under my control at the same time. Now is my chance. "Here she comes," I said, watching Carol emerge through an opening in the hedge that separated their two yards. Amazingly, she had on the same bikini she was wearing at the pool. "Did you tell her not to get dressed from yesterday?" Sandra followed my eyes and smiled. "No, but I'm not surprised. My friend likes to show off, and she knows how good she looks in that bikini. Also it makes her feel deliciously vulnerable." "Hi, you two," Carol bubbled as she approached the terrace. Her eyes flicked up and down as she took in Sandra's outfit. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything." "About time you showed up," Sandra said in a harsh tone. "Frank has been getting impatient and is displeased. He has told me to punish you." "Oh..." "How do you want her, Frank, sir? That cute little ass is ripe to feel my stinger." Carol's mesmerizing eyes opened wide. My gaze darted from them to her body and back again. It was hard to decide which turned me on more. "I want to watch her eyes as you spank her," I said, remaining in my chair with my erection growing. "No problem," said Sandra. "Come dear, put your hands on Frank's shoulders and bend over. Keep your eyes focused on his. Do you understand?" "Please... not so fast. I just got here. Can't we just talk a bit?" "No Carol. You arrive wearing almost nothing to distract my new boyfriend and expect me to let you bat your eyes and tease him even more than you already have? Now move!" The crop flicked and caught her on the back of a bare thigh. "Ouch... All right... All right... I'm going... like this?..." I leaned back in my chair so that Carol would have to bend way over in order to put her face opposite mine. Her eyes sparkled, alive with anticipation. I couldn't resist grasping the plump breasts that seemed about to overflow the bikini top and land on my chest. "Very good," Sandra said. "And I see that Mister Frank has you well in hand. Hold on to those handles, Frank, so that she can't twist away. Now I just need to lower this bikini bottom to fully expose the target. There..." Carol wet her lips and took a deep breath. I felt her nipples harden in my palms. Sandra began caressing her bare ass with the crop. "Do you have anything to say before I begin dear? You know how I like to hear you acknowledge your position, and your needs." Out of the corner of one eye I watched her ass begin to sway back and forth, as if it were seeking the rough surface of the crop. "It's so humiliating," she sighed. "I barely know this man, and you're forcing me to open myself to his stare, and his hands, while you get ready to whip me." "And it makes your pussy wet, doesn't it dear," prompted Sandra. "God yes... yes... you know it does." WHAP "OHH..." WHAP WHAP The sharp crack of the leather on her ass was echoed in the misting in her eyes, which momentarily closed after each blow, but then sprang open, tensing for the next one. I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. They were indeed as long as she had described in the pool. "Kiss him, Carol. Show him you are his for the taking." Hungrily her mouth came down, seeking my lips, pressing, working her tongue inside, a low growling noise in her throat. The light whipping and orders from Sandra had ignited her like a match on dry tinder. My hard-on stretched my pants to the limit. I wanted to take her right then. "Look how a few swats from Mr. Sting turns on my lovely neighbor. You are going to have to fuck her soon, Mr. Frank, before she explodes. But first I want to see just how wet she is. Hold still dear while I pull your bottoms completely off and feel up between your legs." "ARGGNN.." She continued to devour me with her mouth and tongue while Sandra went to work on her. Suddenly I felt the bikini top loosen as Sandra popped the snap on her back. "There. She is totally exposed. Squeeze her tits, Frank, while I finger her. Spread your legs dear." "Oh.. oh... oh.. ohhhh..." "My, my. You are so juicy. Frank might not feel a thing going into this super slippery tunnel. Perhaps he should use the other one..." "NOOOO..." she squealed, raising her head. SLAP SLAP Sandra delivered two sharp spanks to her ass. "Quiet! You will submit to whatever we want. Now down on your knees and prepare our new friend. You know what to do, don't you Carol?" "Yes mam.. I'll be good... but please, not in the ass, not now..." "Why not, my dear? Have I not prepared you over the past few months? And have you not cum every time?" "Yes, but.." "But what?" "I want Frank in my pussy.. I want it so bad." Sandra laughed. "Such a shameless hussy. All right. We'll leave it up to him. Do a good job now, and maybe he'll have pity on you." Giving me the sexiest, sultriest look imaginable, Carol dropped to her knees. Her eyes stayed on mine as one hand closed on me through my pants, and the other tugged at my belt. The next six hours can only be described as a BDSM orgy. Sandra and I used Carol in every way we could think of, making her cum again and again. And I enlisted her in helping me pleasure Sandra in equal measure. As for me, I quickly ran out of orgasms, but nevertheless enjoyed every minute. After that initial scene where Sandra dominated Carol, I took over as the boss and directed both women, pushing the limits of my imagination and their tolerance. It was a power trip to end all power trips. I was addicted. Carol finally had to leave to tend to her kids, and I was left to spend my second night with Sandra. She fell asleep with her head on my shoulder as we watched late night TV, and I dozed a while. At about midnight I woke her. "Let's go to bed," I said. "I have to go to work tomorrow." "Me too," she sighed. "You mean 'go to bed' like 'go to sleep', or 'go to bed' like you are ready to fuck me again?" I laughed. "To sleep. You and your friend have drained me dry. But tomorrow morning..." "Oh goodie. Will I see you tomorrow night?" "Maybe, if I feel like it. I call the shots, right?" "Yes sir." "I seem to remember you have a big meeting tomorrow, with that handsome dude who undressed you with his eyes." "Oh goodness. I had forgotten all about him. That was my imagination running wild. After meeting you I don't need to live in my imagination anymore." "What if he pursues you?" She laughed. "As much as I would like to make you jealous, I will cut him off. You are more than enough for me to handle." "Good. If there is going to be another man in our future, I will be the one to invite him." "Ohh... you mean you might share me with another man?" "I might. Would you like that?" "Only if you wanted it and you were present. Then it could be exciting." "One Dom at a time, right?" "Right." "I like your attitude. If I were to come over after work tomorrow what would you do for me?" "I would cook you a great dinner, and then if you agreed we would flip a coin to see who was going to be in charge the rest of the evening." "And if I didn't agree?" "Then you would be in charge by default. I would do anything you ordered me to do... anything." As I look back on it, that statement established the pattern for the way Sandra and I continue to relate to each other. We "go with the flow", trading off control and enjoying life to the fullest. Carol keeps looking for Mr. Right, but getting what she needs from us every week or so. My kids love Sandra and we have many adventures together. It has been five months now, and we grow closer every day. We are building on the foundation of open, honest, uninhibited sex of the type we both like, and gradually adding other layers to our relationship. The future looks bright. Going With The Flow 'Is this... what... you want... you sexy... naughty... dirty little girl? Her legs were wrapped around him to allow him to thrust as deep as he could. She was screaming now, shouting out with each thrust. 'Yes... yes... oh, Jon... oh... oh... ' 'You want me fucking you don't you?' 'Yes! Yes!' Sara felt her orgasm build within her and she marvelled at the intensity of feeling that this man provoked in her and as her body shook and convulsed and quivered with her climax she felt him tense and convulse and jerk in her. Afterwards they lay in each others arms, weak and spent from their exertions, not speaking, but both of them thinking how lucky they felt to have found the other and the need to fuck each other again began to flicker in their bodies and minds.