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Happy Anniversary, Jim!

By: MisfitToy



"Hello, Mark's Studio," I replied as I answered the phone. The female voice on the other end asked about a promotion that I was running.

"Yes, the ad is correct. The session runs about two and a half hours. We take our time because I want you to be happy with the finished product. You will have every negative we take or you can have them destroyed. I keep none of them unless you tell me to and I print only the pictures that you like. I can frame certain ones if you want or package them in a binder. Whatever you decide. It usually takes me a day or two to process all of the negatives so you will have to come back later and order your pictures. How does that sound?"

She hesitated for a second and said it would be fine. Another moment of silence.

"Well, when would you like to schedule the shoot?" I asked. I could tell she was kind of struggling with her decision. Finally, she asked if I had any time tomorrow.

"Sure. How does tomorrow afternoon at 2:00 sound?" She said that would work for her as well.

"Great. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

A soft, slow voice replied, "Just use Anita."

"Fine Anita. Nice to meet you. I'm Mark by the way. I'll be the one doing the shoot. Now, just so you know, it will just be the two of us in the studio. Most clients tend to be nervous and I find that the less people in the room the better. Is that alright with you?"

Again silence for a moment and I heard Anita say "That will be ok."

"Also, remember that these are boudoir photos. You might want to pack a bag with some of your sexiest outfits. Do you mind me asking who these photos are for?"

Anita demurely replied they were for her husband Jim. It's to be a 20th wedding anniversary present.

"Well then, you might want to bring some of his favorites. Dresses as well. Don't forget heels. And please, no pantyhose. They really don't work well in this type of environment. Bring as much or as little as you like. Anything that makes you feel sexy is best. Do you have any questions Anita?"

She said no. "Ok. Anita, I will see you tomorrow at 2:00. Until then," and I hung up the phone. I wrote 'Anita' in the reservation book for 2:00 tomorrow afternoon and drew an arrow down to 5:00.

Closing the book, I grimaced slightly. "God, not another housefrau wanting a boudoir shoot," I said to myself. It's been my experience that these tend not to go very well. Most women shouldn't get them. Ever. They're under the impression they are much more attractive than they really are or that I'm some kind of miracle worker. After all, the camera doesn't lie no matter how much Vasoline I coat the lens with or how little light I shoot in. 

But, what can I do? With the economy being what it is and all, I had to expand my services. Normally, I'm a portrait photographer but with discretionary income down, most people are not spending what little money they have on portraits. So, I decided to offer boudoir photos. The response has been good, it's just the outcome that's lacking.

Not a lot of repeat business but I have high hopes. I've learned after Mrs. Carlington to get paid in advance of showing the pictures, so that's why we always schedule a follow up appointment. And No Personal Checks! Experience has taught me well even though I may be only 30.

That's the other problem with boudoir photos. I get propositioned, a lot! Now I'm not Brad Pitt or anything but, being younger and reasonably attractive, these women get turned on and hit on me. Yes I'm single, tall and in fairly good shape. Yes, most of my friends think I ought to be hitting every offer that comes my way. But, in all honesty, I find it a bit sad the way these women throw themselves at me. It seems desperate. Maybe that's why they never seem to like my pictures?

Like I said, the camera doesn't lie. I can't make these women look sensual when they're not. That's what brought me back to Anita. Something about her, her voice, how she sounded, intrigued me. I smiled and thought 'We'll find out tomorrow.' I closed the studio door, locked it and walked toward my car, thinking about the session for tomorrow afternoon with Anita.

It was a fairly uneventful evening as well as morning that next day. Nothing really scheduled except for my afternoon shoot. Mrs. Thompson had canceled her morning shoot with the kids because one of them had tripped last night and scraped his chin. I guess the Thompson twins will have to wait until later.

I spent the morning working on the background for my shoot with Anita. I set up a chair with a dressing table and mirror on one wall, a soft, velvet sofa with a potted fern and fake fire place against another, and a large bed with a fluffy comforter and pillows against another. That seemed to be every clients idea of what the backdrop should be so I tried to give them at least one thing they wanted.

I was setting a pillow here, flowers there, candles everywhere, when I heard the bell ring as someone entered the foyer of my studio. Looking up at the clock, I had lost track of time. Daydreaming I guess, going over the shoot in my mind. Walking through the curtains, I got my first glimpse of Anita.

Standing at the counter, Anita was nothing like I had pictured. In my mind, I saw her to be overweight, short, frumpy, dowdy. She spoke so softly and hesitantly on the phone. Really shy about the whole thing. I was mistaken.

She stood maybe 5-6, 5-7. Her jacket covered her blouse but it was obvious she was in great shape. Her auburn hair was shoulder length and expertly coiffed. She had just the perfect amount of make-up on and her shy smile seemed to fill the room. Her perfume was unique yet subdued, a scent all her own.

But what really struck me about Anita were her eyes. Blue enough to be different sure, but it was the depth of those eyes. A myriad of emotions were in those eyes, more than I could fathom. Shyness of course, probably accentuated by a bit of embarrassment for what she was about to do, but I also detected more. A smoldering passion perhaps? Suppressed sensuality? All that in just a blink of an eye.

"Hi, I'm Anita. I had an appointment today at 2:00 for some photos." She held a garment bag over her shoulder and an overnight bag in the other as she smiled up at me.

"Hi Anita. I'm Mark," I held out my hand to shake hers. She slipped her soft, narrow hand into my much bigger one as I gently squeezed. Her skin felt soft, warm, smoldering, like her eyes.

"I've been expecting you. I was just in the studio back there getting ready for you. I see you've brought some things for this afternoon. Great! Come on back and I'll show you what I've got planned." I opened the curtain and let her pass in front of me, her perfume leaving a fragrant trail for me to follow.

"Well, here it is. I thought we would take a few shots in different settings. I hope this is what you had in mind."

Anita looked at each setting and said, "Yes, that's it exactly." Her eyes seemed to slowly drink in every detail of the room. 

"Great. Now, before we get started, there are just a few things we should go over. First, if at any time you feel uncomfortable with anything we do here, just say so and we'll stop. I want you to feel at ease here. I want to bring out the true beauty that is you but I can't do that if you're uneasy or uncomfortable. Ok?"

Anita looked up at me, looked away and smiled slightly, nodding her head in approval.

"Good. Now, I usually work with some soft music and candlelight." Smiling at Anita, I said, "Wine helps a lot too. Are you a chardonnay or burgundy?"

Anita smiled and said, "Burgundy please. But not too much. I'm a cheap date."

Her smile was electric and it shot right through me to the core. I smiled down at her and said "Of course." Motioning towards a door at the end of the studio, "You can change in there."

I watched as Anita walked toward the dressing room. She moved like a cat, long and elegant. There was something different about this woman. I set about the room, lighting each candle, playing some soft, slow jazz and opening the wine. Again, I smiled to myself as I poured us each a large, full glass.

I went over and retrieved my large, handheld camera, and slowly adjusted the settings for the lighting in the studio. The music was a bit too soft so I turned it up just a touch. Finally, when I was sure the studio ambience was perfect, I sat on a stool behind large soft light and waited. And waited. And waited.

When Anita finally walked out of the dressing room, I caught my breadth. She was definitely worth the wait! She had chosen a soft, red silk blouse that hung perfectly from her shoulders. Her breasts were large, very large in fact, and her blouse did its best to downplay their size.

Her black skirt was just tight enough through her full hips to accentuate her hourglass figure. The hem of her skirt rested midway up her black silk-stockinged thighs. She wore shiny, black stiletto heels that made the muscles in her legs pop out just right. I watched her as she walked, no glided, towards me. She moved slowly, sensuously, as her body danced beneath her clothing like a feather in a soft breeze.

I did the best I could to regain my composure. After all, I am a professional and used to seeing beautiful women. But the initial swelling of my cock at the sight of this woman told me she was something different.

Mustering up more self control, I uttered, "Anita, you look absolutely beautiful. Your husband Jim is a lucky man." My eyes moved slowly up and down Anita's body, drinking in each detail as my cock stiffened more in my pants.

"I've heard that a lot," Anita said with a soft smile.

Smiling back, I handed her the full glass of wine. Anita raised the glass to her lips and took a long sip, then another. One third of the wine remained. She parted them softly and licked her full lips. Looking up at me she said, "Ok. What do I do?"

Picking up my camera again, I said, "Well, you have fun with this. Feel the music. Move with it." I started to snap pictures, not giving Anita time to think. She stood there at first, but slowly, either from the music or the wine, she started to sway to the rhythm in the studio. Her hips gently, almost undetectably, began to move to and fro to the music as she turned to follow me and face the camera.

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." "Good girl," I said. "That's it. Perfect!" I kept taking pictures. Slowly, Anita began to relax. Her smile grew as she began to get into the shoot.

"Turn your head to the side." SNAP

"Now the other side." SNAP

"Cock your head up and look at me." SNAP

"Smile." SNAP

Now comes the point of no return, "Slowly start to unbutton your blouse." I held my breath in anticipation of Anita's actions. As if on command, Anita did as she was told. 

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." "That's it. Very sexy." Shot after shot as Anita slowly undid each button of her blouse. One, then two. The top swell of her breasts came into view as her deep cleavage began to reveal. All the while, Anita's eyes were on me and the camera, and I swear I could see the sensuality in them coming out.

I watched as Anita's thin fingers slowly undid another button. I could see the sheer black lace of her brassiere as it struggled to support the weight of her full breasts. The thin fabric met at the bottom of her deep cleavage, her breasts swaying slightly as she gently moved with the music.

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." She unbuttoned the last button and slipped her blouse from inside her skirt. She left it on and I continued to shoot this vision in front of me. Her blouse hung out and open, supported by her lace-covered breasts as they pushed out from her chest.

As I was thinking it, Anita put both of her arms over her head. Her blouse opened even farther, revealing the full size of her breasts. They were magnificent! She began to pose this way and that as I shot picture after picture. All the while, Anita's smile never left her face and her eyes never left the camera.

My voice cracked slightly as I said, "Remove your skirt." Again, as if on command, Anita reached behind her, unhooked and unzipped her skirt. She turned away and slowly began to slide the skirt down over her hips. To my astonishment, Anita slowly exposed the black garter belt and g-string she had on hidden beneath her skirt. I kept taking pictures as she bent down slightly, pushing the skirt down and off of her gorgeous legs.

Anita's ass was perfect! Round and still firm, her cheeks swallowed the thin material buried between them. The straps from her garter belt to her black silk stockings framed each cheek perfectly. This woman wasn't just beautiful -- she was a goddess.

Anita turned back and peeked at the camera over her shoulder. I knew that my shots were the best I had ever taken. Not because of my skill, but because of Anita's sensuality. It's like we could communicate without ever talking. She turned back toward the camera, facing me. My cock hardened ever more as I stared at the vision before me.

Saying nothing, I moved closer to her. She continued to pose. Unconsciously, I reached out and slid her blouse off one shoulder. "SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." Her right breast was in view, no longer hidden by her silk blouse. Her big, full nipple could not hide behind the sheer fabric of her brassiere.

She smiled at me as I said, "Cup your breast with your hand." My cock swelled more as she did as I told her to do. At first, Anita cupped, then slowly began caressing her breast. "SNAP, SNAP." 

Without a word, I took Anita's other hand and led her to the dressing table. She sat down as I moved and knelt in front of her. I grabbed Anita's stocking-clad ankle and straightened her leg out toward me. The shear fabric sent sensations through my body as I touched her. "Touch your ankle with both hands and slowly slide them up your leg."

Anita did as she was told. Her arms, held together as they were, pushed her large breasts together. She had the deepest cleavage I could ever have imagined and my cock began to ache for relief. I continued to take pictures as her hands slowly moved up her leg. 

All the while, Anita's eyes burned. Her smile began to slightly fade away only to be replaced by another emotion. Passion perhaps? Maybe it was the wine, but this woman's sensuality was becoming harder for her to control. There was a beast growing inside me as well.

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." 

"You look soo sexy Anita," I said in a hushed voice, barely audible beneath me breathing. I watched her through the viewfinder. "You're melting this camera!" 

I reached up and slid her blouse down the other shoulder. Anita slowly let it fall off of her, the silk material sliding down, caressing her skin. "Turn toward the mirror." Anita did and her breasts looked even fuller from the side. She stared into the camera from the mirror and raised her arms over her head, her hands in her hair. It seemed like her hard, stiff nipples would poke right through the thin, flimsy fabric of her brassiere.

I moved closer and knelt down next to her. My erect cock shifted uncomfortably as I said "Take off your bra." Still staring at me through the mirror, Anita reached behind her back and unclasped. Her large breasts tumbled out of the thin cups. 

"Hold the bra on with your hand," and with that, I took her right hand in mine and placed her hand on her breast. Anita's nipples peeked out over the thin fabric of her brassiere and I pushed her hand up against her breast. My God, her tits were full and heavy as my hand held hers against her chest. With my left hand, I snapped more pictures. Anita's full, reflected lips parted slightly in the mirror.

"Slowly, slide your bra off of those magnificent breasts." It was completely unprofessional and beyond the boundaries I would normally have, but Anita was no ordinary woman. She slowly slid her bra down, down the curves of her breasts. Each full nipple came into view as they sat perfectly on the ends on her breasts.

"Cup your tits for me." I reached for her hand again and placed it beneath her breast. The warmth of her skin radiated and the smooth, softness of her breast sent shock waves to my cock. I ached for this woman as she sat so seductively in that chair. Somehow, I managed to keep taking pictures. 

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." "You look incredible," is all I could manage to utter. 

Realizing I needed to change the memory card in my camera, I painfully stood up and said, "Let's move to the sofa." Anita's eyes moved down to my swollen cock, barely confined and certainly not hidden in my pants. She looked for what seemed like an eternity and then slowly stood up. My eyes were fixed on her ass she moved over toward the sofa. Her cheeks swayed rhythmically as she walked, like they were chewing on the thin string of her g-string wedged deep between.

"Stop. Hold it right there." Anita turned back to look at me over her shoulder, her large breast silhouetted against the glimmering candlelight. Her legs shimmered in those silk stockings, her toned muscles flexing with each step on those stiletto heels. The straps from her garter belt caressing the curves of her hips and ass. I quickly changed out the memory card and began taking pictures.

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." I picked up her glass of wine and brought it over to her. Standing behind her, my cock fully erect and pushing painfully against my jeans, I handed her the glass. Her perfume mixed with the slight aroma of the wine and candles, creating an un-earthly desire inside me. I wanted this woman.

"Sip it slowly," I said in a soft, breathy voice.

I continued taking pictures, even though I stood mere inches behind her. I focused solely on her full lips as they parted ever so slightly. My camera caught every movement as her glass touched her lips and I watched as she slowly brought the wine up to her mouth. I breathed deeply and kept shooting as she took the warm fluid into her mouth and down her throat.

When she had finished the last drop, I took the glass from her hand and placed it on the table next to the sofa. Without saying a word, I put my hand on Anita's back. God, her skin felt smoother than any I had felt before. I gave her a gentle push forward and she instinctively bent forward, placing her hands on the back of the sofa.

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." Her ass looked incredible as I took picture after picture.

"Look back at me." With that, Anita turned to look over her left shoulder at me. Without even thinking, I said in a low voice "Jim likes to fuck you like this, doesn't he?" What man wouldn't? Anita had the most incredible, round ass I had ever seen. Still, I could not believe I would say anything like that to a client.

To my amazement, Anita, soft lips parted in arousal, eyes fixated seductively into my camera lens, nodded her head in agreement. Her large breasts, hung down as she bent over, swayed as Anita nodded. Her face glowed in the candlelight.

Never breaking eye contact with Anita, I knelt down behind her and continued taking pictures. Each picture moved higher up her legs. "SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." God, her ass was driving me crazy! It was there, close enough for me to touch. I wanted to throw down that camera, take out my cock, and have this glorious woman, but somehow I kept my composure. The room was getting warmer and I still had not taken a sip of my wine.

I must have been lost in my lust, but I said "Part your legs."

Anita, for just a brief second, hesitated, then did as I had said. Those gorgeous thighs parted and from behind, I got the first glimpse of her pussy. The thin material of the g-string did little to hide her arousal. Her lips were slightly swollen and extended, with the thin fabric nestled softly between. In the flickering candlelight, her lips glistened slightly with her moisture. 

I followed the thin string as it rode up between those glorious round cheeks as it bridged her puckered ass hole and climbed higher up toward her waist. My God! She was incredible and I felt my cock would explode in my pants. 


Happy Anniversary, Jim!



Saying nothing, I kept taking pictures. "SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." The images of this sexy woman were being burned into my mind.

"Put your knee on the sofa, bend over and turn back to look at me." Anita's husband was the furthest thing from my mind as I watched Jim's sexy wife pose as I commanded. For this time, she was mine. The object of my lust and desire.

"Slowly pull down your g-string," I ordered. Anita stood up, still facing away, and slowly did as she was told. The thin fabric rolled down and off of her beautiful legs. My camera clicked away as I did everything I could to not just take her there and then. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy and her wetness did little to hide her arousal as well.

"Sit down on the sofa and face me." I knelt just in front of her. She truly was a vision in feminine sensuality. Her nipples were hard on the ends of her large, magnificent breasts. Her eyes smoldered as she flashed a seductive little smile.

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP."

Without saying a word, I reached my right hand out and placed it on Anita silk covered knee. I slowly pushed her leg open. She offered no resistance as her moist pussy slowly came into view. Her perfectly trimmed pubic hair framing her swollen pussy lips. I wanted to lean forward and lick her.

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP."

I grabbed her ankle with my right hand and began lifting it up. Anita knew what I wanted and she put her heel on the sofa, knee bent up near her rosy cheek. In this pose, her pussy opened slightly, juices now clearly visible on her swollen lips.

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP."

Somehow, I managed to say, "My God Anita. You are so fucking sexy!" Again, completely inappropriate but I was way past that boundary anyway.

"What else did you bring today for the shoot?" The blood had ceased to flow in my legs and only centered on my aching cock. I stood up, my large erection completely obvious. Anita's eyes were glued to my crotch as I stood up in front of her. 

Without taking her eyes off of my cock, Anita slowly, elegantly rose up from the sofa and turned toward the dressing room. "I'll be back in a second," she said as I watched her ass bounce away from me.

I quickly put my hand in my pants and adjusted my hard cock to relieve some of the tension. I changed out another memory card just as Anita made her way back into the studio. She wore nothing beneath a shear black dressing robe. Her stiletto heels were replaced with open-toed heels. I watched, speechless, as this sensual goddess made her way back into the studio.

"Where do you want me now?" she asked in soft, seductive voice.

Smiling back at her with a devilish grin, "I want you on that bed." I followed just behind her as we walked over to the bed, my cock throbbing with each step. "Kneel on the bed, hands folded in your lap."

Again, Anita posed as I had commanded. Her shear gown, tied in front at her waist, left much of her deep cleavage exposed and Anita's arms pushed her magnificent breasts together. "SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." Reaching out, I pulled the sash on her garment and the front opened.

Anita's breasts spilled forward. "SNAP, SNAP, SNAP."

"Lie down on your back." Anita obeyed and I walked around the bed, taking picture after picture.

"Spread your legs for me." Anita gasped and the slightly spread her legs. God, she looked incredible. Her nipples were hard, aching for attention. Her pussy was wet, almost dripping and the heat in the room was almost unbearable.

I knelt on the bed, shooting down at her. "SNAP, SNAP, SNAP."

I reached out with my right hand and took her hand. Holding it for a split second, I moved it over onto her breast. The softness of her skin was nothing like anything I had ever felt. Slowly, I began to move our hands on her breast, massaging. Soooo slowly. "SNAP, SNAP, SNAP."

"Massage your nipple." Anita's thin, delicate fingers began to pinch and pull her nipple as she stared into the camera. "Now the other." She took her other hand and began massaging her other breast. "Mmmmm, that's it." 

Anita let out a soft moan as her nipples stiffened under her finger tips. I saw her hips move and roll slightly and Anita parted her thighs just a bit more. I took her hand in mine again and slowly moved it down her belly. Down farther. Down between her legs. Anita's eyes never left the camera as she slowly began to touch herself.

"SNAP, SNAP, SNAP." The lust in her eyes was now overwhelming. She moaned again as she slipped a finger inside. Slowly, Anita slid her finger in and out of her wet pussy. In and out. Anita slipped a second finger inside her as she spread her legs wider. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. 

I moved up on the bed and knelt next to her, my knees near her shoulders. I took her other hand and placed it on my crotch. Anita's eyes never opened. She slipped her fingers out of her pussy and began to rub small circles on her clit. I held her hand on my crotch, the heat from my erection radiating through my jeans. I slowly took my hand away as Anita held my cock through my clothing.

She opened her eyes and stared into mine. "You are soo fucking sexy." With that, Anita reached up and unbuckled my pants. She slid down the zipper and pulled my jeans down my hips. My cock sprang out at her, pre-cum oozing from the swollen head. Her eyes moved from mine to my cock. Her hand slowly stroked my aching shaft as her other hand moved back between her legs.

Looking down at her like this, instinct took over. "SNAP."

Those sexy eyes staring into the camera as she stroked herself and my cock. "SNAP."

She stroked me for what seemed like an eternity. So softly, not enough to make me cum, but firm enough for me to know she was there.

"Take me in your mouth." Anita's eyes moved to my cock as she slowly began to lick me. Up and down my shaft. Her tongue circled around the head of my cock. All the while, her fingers massaging her clit.

Anita looked back at the camera, opened her mouth, and kissed the tip of my cock. Her lips wrapped around my head. "SNAP." I leaned forward as I entered her mouth. Anita's lips stretched around, swallowing the big head in her mouth. She worked her tongue across the underside of my head as she softly sucked up and down. Each stroke, Anita sucked more and more of my cock into her mouth. My God, she was an expert! "SNAP."

"You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth." "SNAP." In and out, Anita sucked hard on my cock as she reached over and cupped and fondled my swollen balls. God, how much more could I take? Her tongue and mouth were driving me insane and I knew I was about to explode. I quickly pulled out of her mouth.

"SNAP." A long string of saliva bridged from the tip of my cock to Anita's open, pouty lips. "SNAP." "Roll over and face me." I stood up off of the bed, kicking my shoes and jeans off. Anita positioned herself on all 4's, facing me. "On your forearms." She leaned forward. She looked incredible! Her nipples, hard, brushing the comforter on the bed as they hung down. Anita's red lipstick slightly smeared on her face from sucking my cock.

"SNAP." I moved around her as she posed on the bed. "SNAP." From the foot of the bed, her soft body shimmering beneath the shear black robe. "Arch your back and stick out your perfect ass." Anita responded. "SNAP." "SNAP." "SNAP."

She truly was a vision and I felt I would cum just standing there taking her picture. I moved behind her to the most glorious sight. Anita's perfect ass, perched high in the air, draped with that shear garment. Her pussy, swollen and moist, buried between her smooth thighs. "SNAP." "SNAP." "SNAP."

I crawled up on the bed behind her. I took Anita's ankle in my hand and moved her, spreading her legs wider. Reaching down, I lifted the hem of her robe up and over her hips. "SNAP." "SNAP." "SNAP."

"Rub your pussy for me." Anita reached underneath herself and rubbed her aching clit. "SNAP." "SNAP." She let out a large moan and her hips began to hump back. She worked her body over her hand, her pussy gliding up and down on her finger tips as they brushed her clit. With my free hand, I grabbed my cock and put the head against her pussy lips. "SNAP."

Anita gasped, froze for a split second, and then pushed back against my cock. "SNAP." I zoomed in on my cock and her round ass. Anita's pussy lips spread as my cock head pushed inward. "SNAP." Wider and wider as my swollen head entered the warm wetness of her pussy.

"SNAP." I groaned as Anita pushed farther back on my erection. I continued to take pictures as Anita slid back and forth, fucking herself on my cock. In and out, her wetness on my thighs and balls. I could feel her fingers massaging, no, furiously rubbing her stiff clit. She moved faster and faster, all the while taking more of my cock inside her wetness.

Anita pushed her face into the comforter and moaned, then yelled loudly. Her hips bucked up and down and I could no longer take it. The swelling in my balls, my cock stiffening. My orgasm hit as hers did. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I pumped wave after wave of cum into her writhing pussy. She flexed and milked every drop of semen from my satisfied cock.

Panting, I looked down at her as she lay there, hips high in the air, with my cock buried inside her dripping pussy. Anita's face buried in the bedding, I pulled back from her slightly, leaving just the head of my cock inside her wetness. "SNAP."

Pulling all of the way out, my used cock glistened with our juices. "SNAP."

Climbing off of the bed, I moved behind her, eye level with her pussy. Her lips were swollen and stretched from our fuck. A small stream of my semen dripping out of her as I snapped my last picture. "SNAP."

Maybe it was the sound of the camera, but Anita quickly regained her composure. She rolled over to get up off of the bed, stood up and faced me while giving me a sheepish smile. She quickly walked back to the dressing room to change back into her street clothes.

A thousand emotions hit me as I realized what had just happened. 'What do I do? What do I say?' I just had the most incredible sex of my life with the most electric woman I've ever met. A married woman. A married woman who is my client. I went way past any boundaries a professional would have. 'I'll just see how this goes' I nervously said to myself. I quickly dressed and looked up at the clock -- 4:50. 

I tried to clean up the studio as Anita stepped out of the dressing room. Her smile put me right at ease again. "You were incredible," she said as we walked out of the studio and toward the front door.

"Thanks. I just want you to know that I've never done that before with any client. But with you, I don't know. You are so sexy, I couldn't help myself. You are incredible!" With that I reached out and took her delicate hand in mine. I looked into her deep blue eyes.

She smiled up at me, "Thanks. And just so you know, I don't sleep around on my husband. I love him but something special happened here today. Our little secret." She leaned up and kissed me on my cheek. "When can I see the pictures?"

"How about Monday at 4:00?" 

"That's perfect. I can't wait to see them." She smiled at me as she walked out and closed the door. 'Me either," I thought to myself as I smiled and locked up for the night. 



Happy Anniversary Joni



Dean and Joni's 23rd Anniversary was worthy of a special celebration. Joni gave Dean a watch. Dean gave Joni something a little different.

Chapter One: The Arrival of the Gift

I observed with barely restrained excitement, my lovely wife Joni's expression as she stared at the woman in the adjoining room. Her cheeks grew a little rosy, and I was left to ponder the cause of that. 

It might have been lust, because the woman who was sitting on the edge of the bed was stunningly attractive. Anybody would want her. Anybody with a pulse that is. Hell, I wanted her too. The only problem was that I wasn't going to have her. Joni was.

It might have been embarrassment. Shame over the thoughts that were going through her mind. The thoughts that she knew I was aware of. When you have a marriage as intimate as ours has been for the last two decades, you get to know what the other is thinking without saying. 

The other possibility was guilt, and that was the emotion that prompted Joni to gasp as we looked through the one way mirror into our master bedroom.

"Oh Dean, she's so young!" Joni said as she clutched my wrist, a lot tighter than she probably realized. "She can't be eighteen!"

"She isn't," I said with a smile. "She's nineteen. Almost twenty. I checked."

That was the first thing I had done when I had let the young girl into the house. When she came in and took off her coat, I grew terrified, thinking of how much trouble this could lead to. I - we had worked too long and too hard to throw it all away on something that could lead to us ending up on the front page of the newspapers.

So when I asked the young woman for proof of age, she calmly and quickly provided her drivers license which showed that she was indeed old enough to be here and to take part in what I had planned. Her demeanor was cool and professional as I handed her license back to her.

"Sorry. You get that a lot, I imagine," I had told her downstairs. "You don't look your age."

"That's the idea, isn't it" Kyoko had remarked with a tight lipped smile.

Indeed it was the idea, I agreed, and although our initial conversation had been very business-like, my fears of Kyoko being a clinical and cold participant in the evening's scenario soon vanished.

As I had described to the petite Asian girl what I was looking for her to do, she began to assume the character I was expecting her to be. By the end of our brief meeting, she had morphed into the shy and innocent girl that I had fantasized about.

Chapter Two: The meeting. 

"How do I look?" Joni asked as she smoothed the front of her black, low cut evening dress she was wearing for the occasion.

"You look fabulous!" I exclaimed without exaggeration.

The years had been most kind to my Joni. The voluptuous natural blonde that stood trembling in front of me could easily pass for 10 less than her 45 years. The cavernous cleavage that was enticingly exposed by the garment commanded my attention, and the fact that most people who met Joni assumed that her enormous bosom was created in a doctor's office did not bother me at all. They were all real, and I should know, having enjoyed them for about 25 years.

Joni kissed me before we left the room that I would soon be returning to, and her hand reached down between my legs, feeling the erection she expected and acknowledging it with a smile.

"She's everything I could ever dream about," Joni said in an excited whisper. "How about you?"

"I understand she has everything I could wish for too," I admitted.

"Ooooh," Joni gasped. "She doesn't seem the type."

"Well, you'll find out soon enough," I assured Joni as I led her out into the hall.

We stood outside our master bedroom door and exchanged nods before I tapped lightly on the door and turned the knob. The door swung open and Joni entered before me.

Kyoko rose timdly from the edge of the bed she had been sitting on. She was wearing a cream colored kimono that made her long and shiny black hair look even more stunning as it fell on her shoulders.

"Joni, I'd like you to meet Kyoko," I said by way of introduction. "Kyoko, this is my wife Joni."

Eyes down, the petite girl only raised her eyes briefly as she extended her pale white hand. As Joni reached out and took it into her own, I almost expected the electricity to spark as their flesh met.

"Very pleased to meet you," Kyoko said in a tiny voice.

Everything about Kyoko was diminutive, and as she stood face to face with my wife, that was made even more apparent Joni, at about 5'6", towered over little Kyoko, who couldn't be more than five foot, if that. The way that Kyoko looked up at Joni, her eyes level with Joni's breasts, was making my cock throb. As for the terrified look Kyoko had on her face as she looked in awe at Joni's tits, suffice to say that it aroused me almost as much as it did my wife.

"Why don't you leave us alone now, Dean," Joni said in her most soothing voice. "Let Kyoko and I get to know each other a little."

"Certainly," I said in agreement and walked calmly to the door.

I looked back one last time at the sight of Joni, her eyes all but devouring the little morsel I had delivered to her, before gently closing the door. As the door clicked shut behind me, I sprinted the few steps back to the adjoining room and assumed my position in the comfy chair in front of the one way mirror.

Chapter Three: I like to watch. 

I like to watch. Even with a wife as voluptuous and stunning as Joni, I'd rather be in the adjoining room watching her with another woman. That's my fetish, or at least one of them.

Much later in the evening and through the early morning, when Kyoko has gone and Joni and I make love, it's more like a celebration of the evening and the satisfying of both of our fetishes.

We love each other deeply, but it's more like a spiritual bonding of two kindred souls. We have become instruments - tools really, in the culmination of our desires. It works out perfectly for us, and I wouldn't want to think about life without Joni, and I'm sure she feels the same way about me.

The room that I hustled into was a creation I came up with, as a result of my occupation. I started out as a security analyst and eventually started my own firm, and the incredible success it enjoys allows us to live the lives in the manner we do.

Designing and building what eventually became the observation area for our bedroom; now that was something I had to do all by myself. Even though it would have been quite easy to have my employees do it, it just wouldn't do to have it get around my firm that I was some sort of pervert, even if it were true.

So now I can sit in complete comfort and stare through what, on my side of the mirror, looks like a clear pane of glass. On the other side, the mirror above the massive dresser appears to be nothing out of the ordinary, unless you know what you're looking for. Few people do, and for the most part, people that end up being observed through it don't care. Either that, or they like it.

When we first built it, we had some couples in to watch us fuck, and vice-versa. Perfectly normal couples who shared the same interest in watching and being watched, but that phase of our lives is behind us. Now we concentrate on doing the things that we really love.

Chapter Four: What we love. 

Once Joni and I had become completely honest with ourselves, sharing our inner thoughts and desires, our relationship really blossomed. It's so much easier to let your partner know exactly what it is that turns you on. Easier, I suppose, only when you have the same fetishes, or are able to meld both of yours to create one. That's what we have done.

Joni, as I learned, is very bi-sexual. She admitted that she prefers women, and if it were not for me, would likely never have sex with a man. She loves being checked out by another woman, and when she lures them into her web, she's ruthless. She loves to dominate her prey and exploit her physical dominance. 

She's about 5'6" and, although she's filled out slightly over the last decade, she's still incredibly shapely. I don't pretend to understand the inner workings of women, but it's almost like women are intimidated by her breasts. Time and time again I've watched other girls turn to jelly around Joni, and to watch another woman practically drool over her is erotic for me. 

For Joni, that's the ultimate turn-on. "It's like an electric jolt going down my spine," is how Joni describes the feeling she has when a woman is admiring her. When the other woman is a petite young thing like little Kyoko in there, it reaches even greater heights. Joni likes them young, innocent looking, and petite.

Strangely enough, so do I. Funny how a guy with my preferences ends up with a woman like Joni, but I guess that proves my love for her. Here I am married to a woman so spectacularly well endowed, and I'm much more attracted to a waif like Kyoko seems to be. Small breasts really turn me on.

Hair too. Not the hair on the head, although Kyoko's long, shiny black locks are very attractive to me. I mean the body hair. Nothing does it for me like a nice thick bush between the legs. You don't see that much anymore. Now it's all these little strips of fur or nothing at all.

Armpit hair. Now that's even more rare. Give me the good old days when you'd occassionally see a girl with a furry armpit. I'm probably showing the fact that I'm almost a half century old, but it's what excited me growing up, and it's stayed with me throughout life.

Joni, as well developed as she is in the other, more traditional areas, got shortchanged in the hair department, although she likes it just the way it is. A natural blonde, Joni only has a modest wisp of golden hair around her labia. Nothing approaching a real bush, her pubic growth looks more like the end result of a bikini wax.

As for her armpits, Joni usually lets the hair grow for me until we have special nights like tonight. Then, like last night, she lets me remove the hair just before the event. I pluck it out with my fingers.

Not a time consuming task, as Joni only has a few fine hairs that sprout out of the center of each armpit. I yank them out individually, enjoying her writhe under the denuding. She says it doesn't really hurt much, but she enjoys the plucking more than shaving, and so do I.

Chapter Five: Showtime! 

I reached down into the refrigerator that served as a side table and pulled out a bottle of champagne while watching Joni kill some time. Joni, bless her heart, had this down to a science, knowing how long it would take me to get back to the observation room and get comfortable.

Managing to keep the cork from making too much of a racket as it came out, I poured myself a glass. At the same time Joni and Kyoko were sipping glasses of their own. I adjusted the volume on the speaker in front of me, which was picking up from the microphone on the bedroom night stand. Now I could hear every sound they would make, and since they were only about six feet away from me, I could almost reach out and touch them.

I couldn't have the nerve to do this if I were in there, I thought to myself as I worked my pants down. My underwear was stuck to the tip of my cock, which was quite erect and already seeping. Needed to give the guy some room and some fresh air, because I was already sweating like a pig.

In the bedroom, Joni was setting her glass on the dresser, giving me a peek at her cleavage as she did. Kyoko's eyes followed Joni as she moved, and when Kyoko's eyes looked in the mirror, I flinched slightly like I always did. Time was when I would practically jump out of my skin when that would happen, but I have grown used to having a woman stare at the mirror without seeing me and what I was doing.

I don't masturbate while watching, at least not usually. In the beginning, I would jack off like a monkey while I watched. Then, by the time the company left my dick was as limp as a dishrag. So I made a vow to abstain as best I could. 

I don't think it matters either way to Joni, as she likes it if I'm jerking off watching her as much as she does just making me squirm. The fact that I'm watching is enough for her.

She likes watching herself too. The two cameras I installed make excellent diaries of our adventures, and during the weekends we stay home without company it's pretty common for us to watch one of our blasts from the past. The technology is so good now, that the older films seem dated, but they're all good.

Two cameras. One Joni knows about. The other is my little secret. We've agreed that the film get destroyed if we ever divorce, but if that ever happens, there's no way I'm going to jerk off to memories for the rest of my life. These are my Hallmark moments that I want to treasure forever. She can have the house and the cars and the money. Just leave me the movies.

Joni had positioned both of them alongside the bed, so I could watch from their sides; Joni's left and Kyoko's right. Kyoko looks so fragile and scared that my cock is throbbing, and I can tell that Joni is going out of her mind too. Little cracks in that placid and cool exterior that only I can see. Any thoughts that Kyoko would not be a good actress are long gone. If I didn't hire her, I'd believe her, and when I allow myself to, I do.

"Honey, could you help me with this?" Joni asks.

Joni is trying to unhook the string of pearls around her neck. This is a familiar ruse that she uses to initiate contact. Kyoko comes over to her and reaches up to assist. Kyoko's eyes had been locked on to the deep cleavage straining against the low cut dress, but as she unhooks the jewelry I notice her eyes have wandered elsewhere.

"Something wrong?" Joni asks innocently.

Joni's arms are upraised, holding the pearls. With the arms high, Kyoko's face is neat to her armpit, eye level to the gently sloped hollow already glistening with a light glaze of perspiration.

"Your husband," Kyoko said haltingly. "He tell me he likes..."

"Likes what?" Joni asked after a few seconds of silence, already knowing damn well what I like.

"He tells me, he likes the hairs under the girl's arms," Kyoko said uncomfortably. "Your underarms are so smooth, they don't look like they ever have any hairs at all."

Kyoko's hand came up up and approached Joni's underarm, almost as if she was going to touch it. This wasn't in the script, or the list of things I wanted her to do, but that was fine by me. This was too good to be true.

"Her breasts," I had advised Kyoko downstairs before she met my wife. "She loves to have her breasts played with. Her armpits are very sensitive too."

"Go ahead," Joni was now saying softly to the girl, and to my astonishment, Kyoko's fingers ran over the creamy white skin, which contrasted nicely with the light tan Joni had on the outside of her arms.

"So smooth," Kyoko said, her eyes as wide as mine must have been, as her fingers glided under my wife's arm, the perspiration making the road slick.

"That feels nice," Joni said. "Tell me, did my husband ask you whether you had hair under your arms?"

Kyoko was actually blushing as she kept her head down, before giving a little nod.

"And what was the answer?" Joni said, now holding Kyoko's wrist in place.

"Yes," Kyoko said after much hesitation. "I do."

"I can't wait to see," Joni said with the briefest sideways glance to the mirror. "I like it too. Here... why don't you get a better idea of how smooth my armpit is?"

With those words, Joni calmly grabbed the back of Kyoko's head and pulled her forward. The next minute became a blur.

Kyoko's face was under Joni's arm, and her tongue began sliding up and down the moist pit, along the same route her finger had just passed over. Joni's face was contorted, her head falling back on her shoulders and her mouth open in a silent howl while Kyoko's mouth devoured Joni's incredibly sensitive armpit.

Although Joni had guided Kyoko's mouth to her armpit, and was still holding onto the back of her head, Kyoko was a more than willing participant. The oriental girl swabbed Joni's armpit like a hungry cat, licking from the inside of her bicep to the armhole of her dress. Kyoko then went beyond the slow and sensual licking and was now sucking and biting Joni's armpit, almost like she was trying to inhale it.

As for me, I was cumming. My head was spinning as my cock jerked and spasmed in front of me. I almost fell to my knees at one point, having been so engrossed in what I was watching, that I had inched my way to the edge of the chair and was perilously perched there when I came.

Now my cock twitched as the last of my seed dripped onto the carpet. That would be something I would have to explain later, I thought to myself as I stared transfixed at the sight of Kyoko moving over to Joni's other armpit and start to lick that one too. 

With Kyoko's head buried under Joni's arm, my wife was able to look directly at me. Her eyes were no longer twinkling and she was not playing and toying with me through the glass anymore. Her eyes were fogged with passion and she was in a world all her own.

As for me, I was dripping semen from a dick that I had never touched. Not bad for the first five minutes.

Chapter Six: Massage. 

"I hope you do not think me strange, but I liked doing that very much. Very smooth under your arms," Kyoko said softly, her innocent expression not acknowledging the effect she had on Joni. "You taste and smell so nice. Would you like me to give you a massage?"

"If you'd like," Joni replied, looking a little shaky still.

Kyoko stepped behind Joni and unzipped the dress, pulling the straps off of her shoulders and letting it slide down her body.

"I am sorry if I am nervous," Kyoko said as she tugged the dress down off of Joni's hips. "You see I am have not much experience being with a woman. I hope I am able to please you."

Joni stepped out of the crumpled dress on the floor, and Kyoko's gasp might have been part of her act, but sounded genuine enough to me. The gasp came when she realized that Joni was naked underneath the dress, and when Joni slowly turned to face Kyoko, the wide eyed expression on her face got my cock to twitch again already.

"There's some oils on the night stand," Joni said, reveling in the way Kyoko was staring at her.

Joni's breasts, still firm despite her age and their prodigous size, dominated her upper torso. The full lush globes, with their scarlet-hued, aureolas the size of drink coasters and their thick, thimble sized nipples demanded attention. The fact that they were already erect only added to the effect.

When Kyoko hesitated, Joni reached over at grabbed the bottle of lotion, handing it to the frightened girl who took it in fingers that were shaking.

"Would you like me to lay down?" Joni asked, and Kyoko bobbed her head briskly up and down, still gawking at Joni's tits.

"I am sorry," Kyoko eventually said, after Joni had climbed upon the bed face down. "You are so beautiful, that I was not prepared for such a sight."

"You're sweet," Joni said, peeking over her shoulder as Kyoko climbed onto the bed next to her. "You can take your clothes off too, if you'd be more comfortable."

"Perhaps later," Kyoko said, dribbling some oil unto the backs of Joni's calves and beginning to work her fingers into Joni's shapely legs.

"I can't wait to see what you look like," Joni said. "You're so young and cute."

"Not like you," Kyoko said, her oiled hands working up to the backs of Joni's thighs. "You have such a magnificent body. I wish I were as well developed as you."

"You say the nicest things," Joni said, clearly relaxing as Kyoko expertly massaged her lower torso. "But I like you just the way you are."

As Kyoko reached Joni's ass, she pulled her own kimono up slightly to allow her to put one of her legs between Joni's knees. Almost as if on cue, Joni parted her legs wider, and with that Kyoko squirted oil all over Joni's buttocks and into the crack between them.




Happy Anniversary Joni



Very casually, Kyoko began to massage the firm flesh of Joni's ass cheeks, eliciting a soft groan from Joni. The groan got louder when Kyoko held her cheeks apart and rubbed around her anus, and became a loud moan of pleasure when she dipped an oiled finger into Joni's ass.

Joni squirmed as Kyoko worked her finger inside of wife wife's tender opening, and although I couldn't be sure from my angle, Kyoko may have put another finger in there as well. Her fingers being as tiny as the rest of her seemed to be, it wasn't as much of a strain as it might seem. 

I was dying to see Kyoko's body, still well hidden by the garment she wore. The sleeves went down to her forearms, and it was long enough to keep her hidden down to her knees, so I had to settle for little glimpses of her exposed parts.

After working over Joni's anus, Kyoko moved upward, oiling and massaging Joni's back and shoulders. My wife seemed to be in heaven as the sensuous rubbing continued, almost appearing to drift off to sleep at one point, which was far from the way I felt.

"Turn over please," Kyoko asked, and climbed off of Joni briefly as she rolled over.

Now Joni was on her back, and Kyoko straddled her when she climbed back on top of her. Their pussies were rubbing against each other now, and I wondered whether Kyoko was wearing panties or not. 

Kyoko went right to the top this time, splashing lotion all of over Joni's tits, and the odd sound that the bottle made gave the impresssion that it was empty.

"Don't worry, I've got more where that came from," Joni said as Kyoko rubbed the lotion around her chest.

Kyoko nodded as her hands dug into the gigantic mounds, and Joni put her hands behind her head and smiled while Kyoko began to knead her breasts.

Kyoko started massaging both of them at once, but their size completely overwhelmed her petite hands, so she began to grab one tit at a time. The jugs glistened with oil as Kyoko's hands squeezed them rather roughly, much to Joni's delight.

"That's it, baby," Joni cooed while she watched Kyoko's work. "Be as rough as you want to be with them. That feels so good - the way you're massaging my breasts. My nipples... so hard. Squeeze them too. Twist them."

Kyoko did as instructed, and manhandled Joni's tits with a fury that surprised me. Joni seemed to be trying to get herself off, as her hips rose and ground into Kyoko, who did not resist. 

Soon Kyoko hands began to move slower and more deliberately, sliding through Joni's smooth armpits, up her arms and back down before going back to her tits.

"Need more lotion?" Joni asked huskily, and when Kyoko nodded, my wife motioned toward the dresser. "I think there's some in the top drawer."

I was on the other side of the dresser of course, and was delighted with this unexpected treat of Kyoko climbing off Joni and walking toward me.

I could have reached out and touched her, were it not for the glass between us. So pretty and delicate looking, she had worked up a little sweat while massaging Joni, and her flawless porcelian skin seemed illuminated.

From the bed, I watched Joni come toward the dresser while Kyoko looked in the dresser drawer as instructed. Now Joni was behind her, staring at the mirror as she came up to Kyoko. She reached in the back of the drawer and pulled out another bottle of lotion, putting her hand on Kyoko's shoulder as she pulled it out.

"Kyoko, you're so pretty," Joni whispered in the girl's ear, pulling her long black hair back off her shoulder. "Why don't we take this off you so we can be more comfortable?"

The expression on my wife's face was her caring, mothering look that she wore so well as a Sunday school teacher, and to see it in this context was strangely erotic.

Joni's hands came around Kyoko from behind, and Kyoko looked down as my wife undid the long, bone colored buttons that were held in place by elastic loops. Joni kissed the top of Kyoko's head as the first one came undone, and after her fingers undid the second one, I found myself standing next to the glass, hypnotized by the scene.

After the second button came free, Joni's hands came up and took the garment off her shoulders and pulled it open, letting it slide to the floor. I had been hoping to find Kyoko nude under the garment, but she was wearing a very modest white bra and panties. The panties were full cut but I could see the darkness of her pussy hair through the fabric, as well as the outline of the hair pressing against the cotton.

Joni was staring at the girl's reflection in the mirror, but also knowing that I was right there watching, and although we had been in this situation before I could sense this was different. Joni had been aroused before - hell, it seemed like she was almost always like that - but this was different. The look in her eyes when she looked at Kyoko was wild, almost feral.

"Let me get this off of you," Joni said as she worked the hooks in the back of the bra, never taking her eyes off of Kyoko, who never looked up into the mirror and instead just kept her eyes down.

Kyoko's bra hooks came loose, and I watched as the undergarment swung free. So much contraption for what seemed like so little woman, but I was dying to see her tits regardless. Shyly, Kyoko raised her hands over her breasts as Joni pulled the bra away, but the brief glance I got drove me wild.

Joni dropped the bra and took Kyoko's hands in hers and slowly brought them down, and as she did I saw Joni's eyes do what mine that already done, which was to pratically pop out of her skull.

Kyoko's breasts were practically non-existent. Her titties were merely tiny buds that were the size of ping pong balls capped with pink aureolas no larger than mine, and were fully revealed when her little hands stopped shielding the view.

"Oh baby, your breasts are incredible," Joni gasped, her fingers circling the pointy nipples while she enveloped the girl, her own breasts cradling Kyoko's head between them.

Kyoko was like a little doll, and the differences between the two were breathtaking. Kyoko so fragile looking - her body so skinny and petite, and Joni being so... Joni.

"Mmmmmm," Joni purred. "What's this?"

Amazingly, I had been so captivated by Kyoko's little titties that I failed to see something so obvious. Joni's hands slid away from Kyoko's nipples and found what I had longed to see. Peeking out from under Kyoko's arms, Joni's fingers stroked the spray of jet black hairs that were sticking out despite Kyoko's arms being at her sides.

"Lift your arms for me baby," Joni instructed the girl, and after a moment's hesitation, Kyoko haltingly began to raise her limbs upward.

My knees buckled as Joni got Kyoko to reveal herself right before me. The sight was stunning. Hidden under Kyoko's slender arms, in those tiny little hollows, grew thick tufts of hair that practically exploded from her armpits with the lifting of her arms.

Jet black hair that contrasted so much with the china white skin around it that it took my breath away. As I wondered what it would be like to touch those magnificent valleys, Joni was already moving.

Joni's hands, after guiding Kyoko's to the top of her head, slid down the girl's arms. Fingernails gently scraping the tender pale skin, they glided down the insides of Kyoko's elbows and biceps before raking their way through her armpits.

"Oooooh, that's incredible," Joni said as her fingers struggled through the dense forests, sparkling with perspiration. "You've got more hair under your arms than my husband does. He'd go crazy if he ever saw you like this." 

Joni winked toward the mirror as she toyed with Kyoko's pit hair, and then suddenly bowed her head and kissed her underarm.

"Mmmmm - you smell nice. Taste nice too," Joni said before buying her face in the damp jungle.

Kyoko's head rolled back on her shoulders, her mouth wide open as she let out a moan of pleasure which only seemed to inflame my wife. Now Joni's tongue was sliding up and down Kyoko's furry pit. Licking - biting - nibbling; she attacked the girl's armpit like an animal.

I came again, not even noticing that I had been rubbing myself furiously at the sight of my wife doing things that I would never have even thought to ask of her, and even though my cock was sore and spent it was worth it.

I fell back into my chair, the room spinning as I was left feeling very light-headed. Joni had brought Kyoko over to the bed and parted her thighs, exposed a dense and thick bush between those slender legs. Joni buried her face in it, and Kyoko writhed with delight as Joni tongued her.

Kyoko's little hands tore at the sheets as she came, her high-pitched yelps and kicking feet announcing her orgasm. 

Chapter Seven: Goodbye Kyoko. 

The two hours flew by, and when Kyoko climbed off of the bed and began getting dressed, I had to hurry to get myself together. Managing to get downstairs before Kyoko, I smiled and tipped her very generously, and nodded when Kyoko mentioned that she would be happy to come back again. 

Joni usually didn't do girls a second time, but I wouldn't have been surprised if Kyoko would turn out to be an exception. A suspicion that was confirmed when Joni attacked me asfter I came back upstairs and walked into our bedroom.

"God! She was incredible!" Joni squealed as she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock, which was surging again despite having been used a couple of times earlier. "You see everything, babe?"

"Yes," I grunted as we fell onto the bed and I slammed myself inside of her. 

"Can't - believe you didn't get yourself off watching," Joni gasped as I began pounding myself into her, and she would see soon enough the mess I had indeed made in the other room over her performance. "Can't wait to see the tape."

Me neither.

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thanks for reading



Happy Anniversary, Jordan!



I couldn't have been happier to get to work that day. The morning had not started off ideally as I planned it to.

My wife and I had gotten up in the morning and sent off our daughter to school as we usually do. How it managed to downhill from there, well, I had nothing and nobody else to blame but myself.

I was making bacon and eggs for breakfast. Not the most fanciest of breakfast, but at least it was breakfast. The bacon was sizzling and filling the air, as well as painfully spitting onto my skin from moment to moment. The eggs were scrambled, having to be split up in half. Mine were a bit brown, hers were light and fluffy.

She was already sitting on the couch watching television when I brought out our breakfast and sat down. My body, mind, and in this case my mood, had still not completely waken up. My wife, Amanda, did not seem in the greatest of moods this morning. I didn't ask why, not yet anyways. I tried to think to myself, over and over, "why does she seem so moody?".

"Does today feel a little different?" she calmly asked me.

I shook my head. "No, not really. I woke up like every other morning."

"So, nothing at all feels, different or, special today Jordan?"

I thought hard, really hard, and then it hit me.

"Oh yes, we have to go to my office party tonight thank you for reminding me sweetheart." I leaned over to kiss her cheek. When I did, she stood up and glared down at me, this piercing blue glare that shot daggers.

Then it hit me, and I knew I had it coming.

"Your fucking office party are you kidding me?! How in the hell do you manage to fucking forget our eighth, EIGHTH, year wedding anniversary exactly?!"

All I could do is wince and stare at her. Her big blue eyes, giving me a piercing stare of which I had never seen before. We'd been together almost 10 years and not once in those 10 years had a look ever come over her face such as this.

I was at a loss of what to say. Happy Anniversary just doesn't cut it at a time like this. Flowers and chocolates didn't sound like they would work either, nor would playing the song I had made for her and played at our wedding. I knew today would not go well.

She shook her head at me, her reddish blonde locks of hair swaying over her shoulders. She stomped off going into the bedroom and locked the door. 

I got up to knock on the door. My next words were not chosen wisely.

"Sweetheart, can you please let me in? I still have to go to work today and get my clothes."

After the words left me, it hit me what I had said. What in the hell was I thinking? No sorry, no begging for forgiveness, no spontaneous thing to try to express my love, nothing. I told her I needed my clothes for work.

The door flung open, and just as soon as it did, my clothes hit me in the face and the door slammed shut again, and the lock once again turned.

That was my morning, now I was at work.

I don't work a fancy job, nor do I see myself as good looking either. I work a normal 9 to 5 office job. The only thing that makes me stand out is my unusually long beard that I've grown since my teenage years. I'm 25 now with my wife only slightly older at 32. My dark brownish black beard was down to my mid chest, and matched my short hair perfectly well. Brown seemed to have been the favourite colour of my body seeing as my eyes were also brown.

I stood only at 5'11. I wasn't tall, but I felt short when next to most of my colleagues at work, as most were either six feet tall, or above. All of them, good looking, clean shaven, professional men. In terms of looks, I was definitely the odd one out but it was something we all had fun with from time to time.

Four us ended up standing around the water cooler at break, including me. There was also Kyle, Brett, and Patrick. We stood there discussing just about if we were going to show up tonight, and if we would all be able to make it through the night without falling asleep standing up.

"Why must they make us go through this every single year? Ms. Wiggington knows nobody here can stand it. Why do we keep going?" Brett piped up. 

"Oh hell, I have no idea. And if I did, then it wouldn't be happening tonight" Kyle said in response.

"Well, I certainly have one idea as to why we bother showing up." Patrick spoke up, and we all payed attention to him now curious to see his answer.

"To see Jordan's hot wife of course. What's she going to be wearing tonight?"

We all got a little laugh, including me and I was in most need of it after his morning.

"Yeah come on Jordan give us some details, does she have anything sexy picked out for tonight?" someone asked. The voice didn't quite hit me because it came from behind me. I turned around and my body turned to stone, both in shock and anger.

Tom was the company brown nose. Whatever Ms. Wiggington wanted, Tom would do. If someone wasn't working, Tom would pipe up. If someone didn't do something right, Tom spoke up. And it wouldn't surprise anybody in the office if it ended up true that Tom and Wiggy were banging.

I gave him a cold hard stare. Tom was, unfortunately, the best looking and most muscular at the office. You could tell he worked out daily, his arms were, not massive but quite big. And his six foot six frame did not help matters. His dark blonde hair and blue eyes made us all call him the "Office Nazi". Who else could be that loyal?

He just flashed me a grin and walked away. My mood once again dropped.

We all headed back to work as our break was just about up.

So I sat at my office, working the rest of the day. Minding my own business. Wanting to grab Tom by his hulk neck and throw him against the wall and pound his face into a bloody pulp. Out of all people to make THAT sort of comment about Amanda, it had to be him apparently. My friends making that comment is one thing, but with him it's a complete hatred and disgust to hear that.

My phone began buzzing. It was a text message from my wife. I debated as whether to answer to answer it or not. Although it said picture message, the only thing that came to me was her flipping me the bird, and for once in a none playful manner.

I took a deep breath though and opened it, and my heart raced, and the blood in my cock began to stir.

"Like what I'm wearing tonight?" was the title of the message.

She must have just bought this today, I had never seen the outfit before. And to see it on her made the picture all the much more better. It was a short black dress. Strapless on top of that, and you could make out the very small zipper along the side. Her cleavage was popped up very appropriately. That dress was absolutely hugging her curvy figure. I'd never seen such a tight article of clothing on her before.

On top of that, she was wearing her high heeled boots. Those boots drove me wild.

I was in mid thought when the phone buzzed again, it was another message. This one, was not nearly as friendly.

"If you don't like it, too bad. I'm wearing that tonight and I'm going to make it a great anniversary for myself. You owe me big time!"

What did she mean exactly? Did she mean flirting with others? My mind raced, my cock stirred, my heart pounded, and the clock went off. Work was over. I quickly rushed downstairs to my car, turned on the ignition and drove home. My mind doing nothing but racing at 110km/h.

I got home and walked in. Amanda was on the phone with someone, I wasn't sure who but all I heard was "see you tonight" before she hang up and came into the living room. Her dress still on.

"Well, do you like it? Or would you prefer to spend out anniversary at different places?"

I wasn't going to argue. She looked like a complete knockout. Why would I say no to this?

"Yea....yeah....I mean yes, I love it Amanda I mean holy god. When did you pick this up?"

"A while ago. It was supposed to be your anniversary gift. Remember that little role play you keep wanting to try and I keep turning down because of not wanting to get caught?"

All I could think to myself was "Jordan, you fucked this up royally". I had been asking her for quite sometime to go out for a walk in a short and sexy dress. Dressed up almost like a hooker and go wait on the street corner for a while until I picked her up. She would pretend to be a whore for me. She never liked the idea for the fear of someone seeing her whether it be friends, family, co-workers, anybody she knew seeing her would not be a good idea.

Tonight however, was a seemingly different night.

"At least tonight, the only people seeing it will be people that you know. I hope they all like the view because they will all be getting as much of me as you will be tonight."

I just let out a sigh and shook my head, knowing how royally bad I messed up and went straight to the laundry room. Taking off my clothes and heading into the shower.

I looked down at my limp, lifeless cock. The uncut, six inches that had pleased my wife for all these years was about to go one anniversary without seeing her. My mind pondered masturbating then and there. I grabbed my cock, pulling the skin back to reveal the head and thought about Amanda in that dress, thought how sexy she looked.

As I slowly began to stroke, I began to think. What is everybody else going to think? My wife's body almost on complete display for everybody to see. What would my friends think? My boss? And as much as I hated Tom, I even wondered what his thoughts would be seeing a guy like me with such a sexy, curvy, and revealed woman.

I shook my head, let go of my cock, and let my mind snap back to reality. This was our wedding anniversary. It wasn't over yet. There was still time to make things right, wasn't there?

I finished my shower and got out, drying myself off. I headed into the bedroom and heard my wife back on the phone. I didn't bother listening in. I just went into the bedroom to get myself dressed. Unfortunately for me, no matter what I wore, I would look absolutely nothing compared to Amanda, being next to her.

I through on a casual shirt. A beige button up shirt. I left one button undone at the top of my chest. It wasn't for trying to act "cool" or try to show off anything I didn't have, just simply for comfort. I thought on a pair of dress pants. Black, smooth, and thin. Next came on my black dress shoes. I tied them up and walked around in them, as I barely wore them and had to get used to them again.

I walked on out and Amanda was just getting off the phone again. Again, the same words echoed from her smooth sensual lips, "see you tonight", before hanging up with who she was talking with. I didn't ask, in the state of our relationship at the present time, it was probably best not to ask nosey questions as such.

I looked at her, and still couldn't get over how her breasts were almost spilling out of her dress like that. Was she wearing a bra? Highly unlikely. And it wouldn't shock me either if they both came spilling out at some point. As I looked at her perfectly curvaceous ass when she walked, I also noticed that no panty lines were visible. Possibly a thong? G-string? Nothing? My mind was swirling, so many thoughts.

When I opened the car door for her, my answer was given. I tried to peak between her legs, and she caught me. She flashed a sly grin and spread her legs, revealing a completely shaven pussy. Rarely, apart from special occasions did she shave.

"What hunny? I told you I'd make it a great anniversary for myself didn't I?"

There was that statement again. What did she mean by that?

She closed her legs and I closed the door. I walked over to the other side of the car, opened up my own door and slid inside. I closed it, and I drove off to the office.

As we drove, my mind was racing. I tried to turn on some music, but to no avail. I wanted to try to make conversation, but was too nervous. Amanda had just been looking out the window the entire time. It was a perfectly clear night, nothing bad going on. A full moon, with not even a breeze except the one our car gave off.

Her breasts jiggled with each little bounce. And at times when I would look over, her ass would almost be completely exposed before she fixed it.

Her cell phone went off, it was a males voice coming from the phone. It almost sounded vaguely familiar to, so I thought it was just a friend of ours.

"Yes...uh huh...hunny don't worr...really don't worry we're on our way now. Yes everything will be fine. Oh please, that'd be ridiculous, of course not! Ok sweetie, see you soon"

Click

I had no idea who it was, but now I knew it was someone from the office. But who though? Kyle? Patrick? Brett? Someone else? Who would know her cell phone number anyways?

We pulled into the parking lot, and into my usual parking spot. I stepped out of the car, making sure to lock the door as I always do, and then walked over to open the door for her. When I opened it, that sly grin came to her as she purposely spread her legs while getting out of the car. She got up, fixed her dress so she was fully covered again, and then started walking towards the entrance. I closed the door and followed closely behind her. I tried to put my arm around her, but she moved a little to pull away. I didn't bother trying after that.

We walked in together, and when we got in, the room just about fell silent. I looked around at all the jaws dropped, this had to have been the sexiest my wife had looked in public on any given night. We walked around to a table that was set up and both sat down. She shook her head in disgust.

"Ugh, why did I even bother coming? I forgot how absolutely boring these things are."

A slow song came on and almost all the husband and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, went out to dance. I offered to take her out to dance, and she just shook her head at me, not even bother to turn her head to look at me.

"Excuse me ma'am, but would you care for a dance?"

I knew the voice coming from behind us. I turned around, and a cold stare came over me again. It was, of all people, Tom asking my wife for a dance. I looked over at Amanda, who had a much different reaction. Her eyes lit up, and for the first time that I had seen today, a smile came across her lips.

I couldn't have possibly messed up this badly could I? There's no way possible.

She looked over at me, a sly grin coming across her face seeing my reaction, then she looked back up at Tom.

"Of course I'd love to"

He extended his hand, and she put her small soft hand into his hard hand, and they went off to dance. Not just that, but right in front of our table. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his arms around her waist, and they danced so close to each other.

I don't know why I wasn't getting up. I was furious, I was absolutely livid. I hated Tom, and there he was. His arms wrapped around my very revealing dressed wife, his hands inches from her ass. But at the same time, I was also a little excited. I couldn't explain why though. I wanted to see where this was go, as much as I hated Tom, but something was stirring between my own legs at the moment.

She leaned up and whispered something in his ear, before laying her head back down on his chest. He looked over at me, grinning, and I watched in horror and excitement as his hands slid down further, gripping Amanda's ass. From the looks of it, he squeezed awfully hard. Her head was thrown back just a little bit, and I swore I heard a bit of a moan coming from her. I wasn't sure if it was him grabbing, or her pushing closer to him, but it seemed like they were closer than they were before if that was even possible.

He leaned down to whisper something in her ear, and she just giggled. The song ended, he released her ass. I was a bit disappointed in all honesty, but very much relieved when it was over. I had hoped that was the end of the torture, but it wasn't. They both walked back to our table. He sat down, and she sat on his lap.

His lap!

She looked over at me, she giggled.

"Sweetie, do you really have any desire to stay at the office party here?"

She knew the answer. I hated it, and hated it more than I did when I walked in.

"I think it's time for us both to leave here Amanda". I grabbed her hand and tried to walk off with her but she pulled back and glared up at me with an evil stare. One that seemed like this morning, shooting daggers through me.

"Look Jordan, if you want to leave, then fine. Go home, go to bed, and I'll have someone else drive me home."

I took her up on the offer and just left. The only thing going through my head at that point was, how much is a divorce going to cost me?

I got in my car, slammed the door shut and drove home.

I got in the house, and threw my wallet and keys across the room, slammed my fists on the counter, and just looked down at the counter. My hands were sore now, and I could feel it run through each little bone in my hand to. This was possibly the very worst anniversary that any man could imagine. I had already messed up the morning by forgetting and saying the wrong words. My wife wore a sexy dress, which was meant for my fantasy, and had no intention on letting me do anything except look, and on top of that, she was on Tom's lap by the time I left.

I grabbed a small glass. I opened the freezer door and grabbed the ice tray, racking a couple ice cubes from it and popped them in the glass. Then I reached into the liquor cabinet to grab ou my vodka and poured myself some, straight, nothing added. I grabbed my glass and went to go and sit on the couch.

I sat down, and just had a small sip of my vodka.

I closed my eyes. My mind wandering back to watching Amanda and Tom dance in front of me. His big muscular strong hands on my wife's curvy smooth ass. The moan that escaped her lips. My mind stayed on watching him squeeze, and as I kept thinking about this, I didn't even think about, or realize, how hard I had become. My head propped up and I looked down, seeing my erection. It was beginning to hurt. I unzipped them, and it popped out almost immediately.

I was almost painfully hard, from thinking of another mans hands touching my wife's body.

"Why not?" I said to myself out loud, so I leaned my head back, grabbed my cock, and began to slowly stroke.

My hand was fully wrapped about my six inches, starting from the head and slowly sliding down, the skin pulling back and down over the sensitive head with each downward stroke, and the skin sliding back over top when I slide my hand up. Soft moans escaping my lips.

"Mmm Amanda....mmmmm yes"

My mind wandering now in places my mind had never been. In the years we have been together, I have never thought of my wife being with another man, let alone of all people Tom. Someone I would have never wished for her to be with. But here I was now.

I thought of her sitting on his lap, leaning back on his big powerful chest. Her legs spread, and his hand toying with her in front of me. My eyes following his fingers. Watching his sausage like finger slide along my wife's slit before dipping in side.

"Oh god...."

Watching his finger slide in ever so slowly, starting at the tip and my eyes watching each small part of his finger slide inside of her. Her body arching back against him, her large perfectly round breasts pushed out, almost completely popping out of her dress. The moans emanating from her lips. "Oh god Tom, mmmm those fingers are so big". Watching her just grind up against his finger.

"Oh yes...oh god.....don't stop..."

My eyes silently urging him on. My cock throbbing in my pants painfully hard, but not taking it out. His fingers working faster and faster, each minute going by so slowly but his fingers going faster each minute. Watching Amanda, her curvy and voluptuous body bouncing against his mans fingers, the way she would bounce on my cock in bed. Her breasts slowly making their way out of her dress, her quarter sized nipples being exposed to the cool air in the room.




Happy Anniversary, Jordan!



"Oh god Amanda don't stop oh my god....oh god...oh fuck...."

Ring, ring ring

The phone went off. And in the process, ruined my erection, and my orgasm which was approaching. I had to stop. It could have been an emergency for all I know. I jumped up off the couch, almost knocking over the table which had my vodka on it in the process. My cock hanging out of my pants, shriveling up into the three inches it usually was when soft. I grabbed the phone, with my heart still racing. Breathing heavily, I managed to get out the words.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me" came Amanda's voice, "make sure to leave the door unlocked. I may not be home until late, or tomorrow for all I know and you have the keys."

It's true, I did have the keys. How else could she be able to get into the house?

"Is everything ok? Are you sure you don't want me to come pick you up?" I responded, my breathing finally slow enough to speak properly. My heart still racing, wondering why she was going to late. I think the answer was obvious, but I really did not want to believe it.

"No, I don't want you to pick me up. I think you've done enough today. It's better if you just go to bed. Happy Anniversary."

"Happy Annivers..."

Click

A dial tone came on. She hung up.

I couldn't hear a thing in the background to figure out what was going on. My heart sunk when I didn't get to say Happy Anniversary, but I believe the answer was obvious. I didn't want to believe it though. Maybe she met up with some friends and decided to go to a bar. She did need the night away maybe.

I shook my head and just went into the laundry room. Stripping off my clothes quickly and stepping into the shower. Turning on the hot water, I let it drip down onto me. My hands on the cold tiled walls, looking down, thinking. There's no way she would actually fully cheat on me would she?

But at this point, could it be considered cheating? I sat on my couch, stroking my cock thinking of her playing with Tom. Maybe I wanted it now. Did I really want to watch my wife of eight years take another man? We had had threesomes, but those were different. I was there, I was involved, it was something we agreed to. This? Was this just revenge or something she had planned?

I walked out of my shower and dried myself off, wrapping the towel around my waist after. A thought hit me. Was Tom the one on the phone?

I got curious and walked over to our cordless phone. I grabbed it, and hit the button to see recent calls received. I saw the number, and the name above read, "T Davidson". I had to have been Tom she was on the phone with the entire time. There's only so many people in the world, let alone in my area, with the first name beginning with a T, and the last name of Davidson. Tom was the only one I knew. But how would Amanda know him?

I went and laid down in bed. I took a look at the clock. It read 11:38pm. How long had I been home for? The party was at 9pm. Had it already been almost three hours?

I attempted to shake off the thoughts and roll onto my left side, how I usually slept. I closed my eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep once my mind had calmed down and come back to earth.

I was out, and it almost seemed to my body that just as I had fell to sleep, I had woken up again.

A noise was downstairs. It sounded like the door, but I wasn't entirely sure. My eye slowly opened. I thought the clock had read 12:15am. I rubbed my eyes and checked the clock again, I was pretty off. The clock actually read 2:45am. The noise downstairs, was it Amanda?

I sat up slowly, and turned a little so I was straight forward, but just as I did I was pushed back down. Not knowing who, or what was going at the time, I panicked and began to wrestle around until a familiar female voice whispered in my ear.

"It's just me sweetie, it's just me. Where you sleeping well?"

She had my wrists pinned down. My eyes opening up to see Amanda, her eyes wide open, a massive grin across her face. All I could manage to do was nod. My body was still in shock.

"Well I hope so, because you have work to do now"

Work? What kind of work exactly?

Her body crawled up over me. Her crotch hovering over my face. Something smelled different about it.

"Happy Anniversary baby."

I couldn't resist. It was already the day after, and I needed to get what I could.

My tongue extended as far as I could go, and I began to lick slowly along her slit. From the bottom close to her ass, to the top, to her clit. I licked from bottom to top, and top to bottom repeatedly. Moaning as I tasted her. My eyes stayed up on her, and she just looked at me. Not a grin, not a moan, just looking at me. Her hands on her hips in a very unpleasant pose. 

She grabbed my hair and pinned me down.

"You aren't even going to ask me how my night was? Who said I even wanted your little tongue touching me?"

She was right. I was in no position to just start taking things. I was under her tonight, and probably for a little while I would be until I thought of a way to make up for what I did.

"I'm very sorry sweetheart. How was your night?"

That same grin crawled across her soft red lips. She arched back a little, her breasts seemed like they easily fell out of her dress this time. I wanted to reach up and grab so horribly bad right now but I laid there, just waiting.

"Let me ask you, what do you think I was doing tonight?" she asked with a tone about her.

"I figured you went out with some friends tonight, I don't know what else it could have..."

She cut me off. I was lying horribly bad with my answer and she could tell.

"No no no, that's not it. Now, what do you think I was really doing tonight?" she asked. Her tone a little louder than before.

I couldn't lie this time. If I did, either things would get worse or she'd catch me again.

I said hesitantly, what I knew the truth to be whether I wanted it or not, "You were with Tom tonight, weren't you?"

She nodded her head and smiled. It's almost though as if she knew what I was doing. As if she could look into my eyes and tell that I was excited at the prospect. Our eyes met, and stayed there. My dark brown eyes looking up into her big blue eyes.

"And you want to hear aaaaalllll about it don't you, Jordan?"

She knew it was the truth, I knew it was the truth. I was about to answer but she reached back, and grabbed hold of my cock, and slowly began to stroke the soft cock. I let out a soft moan when she squeezed it. Exposing the head each time she pulled back down. My cock became hard almost instantly, with the combination of her soft hand and the thoughts drilling themselves into my head.

"I think I got my answer" she said in a confident tone. I couldn't blush, I couldn't nod, the only thing that came to me was a smile up at her. And for the first time in the last 24 hours, she gave me a smile back.

She stepped off of me and stood over top of me on the bed. I looked up at her, she turned around. Unzipping her dress and letting it fall off of her, she bent over just slightly, and squatted down just a little bit to show off her ass. Tom's hand prints were so visible, almost imprinted onto her silky smooth ass. My hand instinctively grabbing hold of my cock, and beginning to stroke at the sight in front of me.

I knew now for certain, my wife had been with Tom, and I loved it.

She tossed her dress into the corner of the room and turned around facing me. She squatted down slowly over me, then fell to her side, laying on her back, with her legs spread. She smiled at me, and motioned with her head to move between her legs. I did so eagerly. Almost like a little kid getting a birthday present, I got between her legs. She was propped up one arm, sliding her other hand slowly down her body. I watched her hand slide down over one of her breasts, blood vessels looking popped around each nipple, she shivered when she did. Her hand sliding down the soft flesh on her stomach, legs seemingly spreading wider as she did. Her hand rested above her pussy. She took her index and middle finger, and spread her pussy.

I saw it. I saw what had happened, I saw the cum leaking out.

"Well are you going to clean me out? The faster you do that, the faster you can get to getting your first orgasm of the night, I've already had seven of my own."

If she grinned, I didn't see, I was too busy diving my head down as if I was diving under water. My tongue eagerly getting the drop that was sliding out. I let out a moan of my own. I had never tasted cum, or anything else that belonged to another man. But here I was, eagerly lapping at the cum of another man leaking out of my wife's married pussy.

My tongue dragged from the top of her ass crack where the drop was, dragging it slowly. Very quickly losing saliva as I did wipe up the cum that leaked out, then I did it. I dove my tongue inside and heard her moan. My eyes were closed and didn't see whether she was enjoying it or not.

I felt it both under, and over my tongue, how full she was. How she even managed to keep so much cum from wherever they were to now is unbelievable. I was eagerly rolling my tongue around, her sweet juices and his thick cum coating my tongue, and myself shoveling it into my mouth. I felt like a slut for the first time in my life, and I loved it. Her moans, urging me on. 

"Mmm is it all out yet?"

I just shook my head and kept shoveling it into my mouth. I couldn't help but swallow the seed that was in her. She pushed her hips forward and was grinding against me as I did. She grabbed the back of my head after she released her pussy, which felt much looser, and grinded hard against me.

"Mmm that's it lick all his cum out of my cunt. Don't you just love how much he filled me? Oh my god it felt incredible!"

She humped my face more, and her moans became louder. Swirling around my head were her moans, my thoughts, and how hard I was now. I don't think I was so hard before in my life.

Her humping my face hard and harder, my nose feeling sore with how hard and how much she was. She had never humped my face before, and I never thought she would ever do it this hard either. The way her hips moved, I almost wondered who this woman was and what she did with my wife.

She arched back as I continued to lick. I wasn't sure if there was anymore cum in her or her if I swallowed it all, and I quite frankly didn't care at this point. I wanted to make my wife cum and I was determined to do so.

I stretched my tongue as far as I could in her, flicking it against the top side of her inner walls, she was moaning loud. Whether it was from my tongue, her thinking of what she did tonight, or both. I didn't care. I just wanted my wife to cum from my tongue.

My tongue swirled around, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her in hard against me, burying my tongue hard as I could. She grinded hard on me, she arched back, and she screamed out

"Oh my god fuck yes! Oh god oh god oh god yes I'm going to cum I'm going to cum"

She came, and almost broke my nose in the process I'm sure. Both her hands on the back of my head, pushing my head harder than she ever has against her pussy. My tongue so deep in her I'm sure I had to have been hitting her g-spot at this point. Her juices flowing onto my tongue, her back not even touching the head. Her head on the pillow, and her pussy slammed on my face.

She fell back down from her orgasm and breathed heavily. I pulled my tongue slowly out and looked up, the beads of sweat from her body. Her entire body shivering now as she quickly grabbed the blanket. I crawled up beside her and moved close to her, and looked over. She was smiling, a very big smile with her eyes closed. She must have felt me, she turned over and opened her eyes, smiling at me. She licked her lips slowly and grinned.

"Cock out, now you get to hear about the amazing anniversary I had" she said with an almost evil tone. 

I quickly grabbed hold of my cock and laid next to her, and began to stroke slowly. She leaned in close to me and moaned in my ear. No words, no nothing, just moaning. Then she sat up, and looked down at me.

"Right after you left, you missed so much fun" she said excitedly and grinned.

"Neither of us could hold it that long. I just sat there on his lap while we talked, but he was just so hard against me!"

As hard as I was, and as tough as it was to want to go hard and fast, I started off slow. Withhold my moans while she told the story.

"We had the chair right up against the table, I couldn't resist, I had to see how big that cock was. So I reached down between us and unzipped him"

Oh my god, right there? Under the table? Around everybody? My head and my heart raced, and I had to control my hands. So I decided to squeeze my cock was the best route, and although I squeezed hard enough to turn the head purple, I still did my best to withhold as I listened.

"I pulled him out, and my eyes just shot open!" her hands swung back in a surprised motion, and her smile not disappearing as she spoke. "I swear, he was at least eight and a half, if not a full nine inches at most. He was so big! I had never seen one in front of me that big before! And it wasn't no pencil either" the grin appeared again "I couldn't completely get my small little hands around him, I was almost scared." She giggled after she said.

At this point, I felt so small, but yet turned on by that feeling. Who was I? Where is my head at? None of these things ever turned me on until tonight.

I saw Amanda's hand trailing down, toying with her clit with her middle and index finger as she spoke. I could tell how excited she was, and I couldn't blame her. Almost nine inches? Oh my good god.

"Jordan, I can't begin to tell you how much I ached for a cock. I've ached for yours before but, let me be completely honest, not like that. The moment I saw it, I needed it so bad my juices were already down to my ass. So....."

So? Please don't stop Amanda, I need to hear more. I needed to hear more, so much more.

"...I got up, and he covered my mouth, and forced me to slide down so slowly. He was gentle, but the moment I felt him stretch me, I stung and burned. I could barely contain my moans. Thank god he covered my mouth!"

Oh my god. My wife, at my office party, took another mans cock right at the table. How did nobody see? These thoughts, so many more and so many questions running through my head. I didn't even know how fast my hand was moving, and I didn't care. Just as long as I wasn't close to my orgasm just yet, I wasn't ready. I was determined not to cum before the end.

"He was such a tease though! He pulled me off and I mean, he lifted my entire body with both of his hands and set him back down on my lap. We just both couldn't resist anymore. I forced him back into his pants and zipped him up. We got up, and he took my hand and almost ran me to his car. I had never been treated so rough it was just so incredible, even before the sex took place! I really, REALLY hope you're taking notes right now on how to treat me."

Oh I was, if I remembered them would be another story.

"We got to his car and he slammed me against the passenger door. He forced his lips onto mine, almost just crushing mine! Oh god it was so fucking rough!"

She was beginning to finger her pussy at this point. Two fingers slowly in and out. Whether she felt them after a cock that big was in her, I have no idea.

"After he finally kissed me, he basically opened the door and threw me into the car. He had to run to his side, start up the car and start driving. But you think I could resist? Hell no" she laughed. "I took him out when he was driving and dived my mouth on his cock. My lips were stretched to the max. And even though I'd never, ever gagged on a man before, I forced myself to gag on him. I swore we almost crashed" she giggled and sighed, a happy sigh.

"I can't tell you how much I loved the taste of him. Such a hard, throbbing, very manly cock in my mouth. He throbbed so hard and so noticeably. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. He was soaking with my saliva because when I grabbed his balls, all I could feel was my wetness on them. But unfortunately, as soon as I knew it, we were at his place. He grabbed my head, crashed his lips on mine again, and then told me to get out.

I'd never had someone talk to me so dominantly before Jordan, oh my god by this time I can't tell you how dripping I was. I was sure I felt my juices in my shoes under my feet."

How did she manage to get that wet? Was this what she had wanted all along?

"He quickly got out and opened up the door to his house, I basically ran behind" she continued. "The moment we got in, he pinned me right up against the door, grabbed my wrists, and held me there. Using the rest of his body to pin the rest of me. Even when my legs wrapped around his waist, he was pinning me."

A funny thought crossed my mind at this point, maybe this is why Ms. Wiggington kept Tom around, maybe she knew what my wife now knew.

"He used his body to pin me, and he reached down and grabbed his zipper and yanked it down, I felt his cock just come falling out against my tummy. He grabbed my wrist and just gave me a grin. His hips moved back, and I knew what was coming. And then..."

Oh god, here it comes.

"He slammed that monster cock into my cunt and oh my fucking god I came so goddamn hard on him the moment he slammed in me! I'm not sure if it was just one, it felt like two the moment he slammed into me. I screamed out so loud for him. TOM! TOM! TOM! OH MY GOD TOM!!!!" she screamed for me.

I began stroking my cock fast, I had never felt so hard. I had never felt my pulse race so hard through my cock. But the more I listened, the more I wish I was around to see. Oh my god this was incredible to hear.

Her fingers were still working their way in out of her pussy. I wasn't sure whether to concentrate on that, or her story anymore, but I chose her story. My head was spinning, how I even manged to put together a logical thought at this point would be nothing short of a miracle.

"That cock stretched me so far, and so hard. It burned so much when he began to fuck me. But I ached for him, I needed him to fuck me. I need to be fucked..." she grinned "...properly, by a real man. I needed to know how that felt for once".

That drove me insane. I was on the verge of cumming, so I stopped to squeeze my cock. I couldn't cum, not yet, it wasn't the end.

"The way those big, horse like balls slapped my ass while he fucked me, was incredible to feel. I wasn't sure how long we were like that. But he wrapped his arms around my waist and carried me on the couch. He stood there, holding my legs up and not moving. That's when his legs went over my head and basically pinned me down with my legs over me."

At this point, I think even she was beginning to get caught up remembering the events.

"Never had you, or another man, hit my cervix. He did it while we were against the door, but the way he hit it when I was like that..." a sigh came over here, and she breathed heavily, her other hand coming up to squeeze her breast. "...was like nothing I had ever felt. Almost every time he hit it, it felt like an orgasm. Each time after the other, orgasm after orgasm. I swear, I didn't even know where I was even more. I didn't know that, I couldn't remember who I was with, or what was going on. The way each thrust felt like it's own orgasm was like nothing I had ever felt before."

"When he pulled out, I felt empty right away, but he came pulled out to shoot his cum onto my body. It felt like it was raining on me, and I'm not kidding. It felt like a rain storm over top of me with so much cum raining down on me. Even when I opened my mouth, he filled it full while her jerked his cock. And mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck! Never has any mans cum tasted so good in my life, I needed more, and I still want more"




Happy Anniversary, Jordan!



I bit my lip hard and groaned, taking in a deep breathe to hold my orgasm in, and stop for a moment.

"I basically jumped up and dove my face on his cock. I sucked the cum off his head and was determined to keep him hard. I bobbed up and down until he was covered in my saliva, I rolled my tongue around him as much as I could. I needed it, I wanted it more, I wanted to feel more of him in my cunt, and I wanted him to cum in me. I wanted to be full like never before."

Cunt? She's never said cunt before. Had she been saying it earlier?

"That's when he told me 'baby, don't worry, I'm not going soft just yet' and when he said that, I just laid back down again and spread nice and wide. I needed to feel him again, I needed him in me, and he was going to give it to me."

I began to stroke again after my body settled down. Just as fast as I had before. My hips were moving from side to side a little as I did, stroking fast, my balls bouncing up and down against my fist and the bed as I stroked. My eyes just locked on Amanda's.

"He lifted up my legs and just plunged his cock back into my my cunt. I screamed, and that time I knew I came again immediately. But he continued. He just slammed into me so goddamn hard with each thrust. It just felt like an orgasm each time again. I screamed, I don't think I screamed so hard and so much in my life. I know that never with you have I ever."

She was right, I couldn't remember a time when she had ever screamed for me.

"It felt like forever he was thrusting it me. I don't know how long he was fucking me. I lost all track of time. I wasn't even sure if I was passed out or awake now from all the pleasure he was able to give to me. But I woke up the moment he said he was going to cum inside of me. I wanted to be awake, I needed to feel that in me.

My body instinctively woke up, and I screamed out for him, begging for him 'please Tom please please PLEASE fucking fill me I need to feel it in me I've never been so fucking full please fucking fill me!'"

Amanda? Beg? Never had I heard of that, or had she done it for me. Never, not once even when I asked.

"Then it hit me Jordan" she said in almost a dominant tone, her eyes locking on mine. "His cum hit me almost as hard as his cock had all evening. It shot in me so hard that he had to pull out, except for the head, when it did. And you know the funny thing? I felt just as full, because there was so fucking much cum in me. I wasn't sure whether he was peeing in me, or whether he was actually cumming in me. But oh my god, he came and came like nobody else I had seen or felt before."

I lost it, my back arched and I groaned. I was going to cum, and Amanda knew it. She dove her head down, taking my cock into her mouth, forcing herself to deep throat me for a moment before I came. I heard her moan, but not nearly as much as she used to. She sucked my cock hard, I felt her tongue swirling around the shaft, and the sensitive head as she sucked the cum from me. My body thrashing about as she sucked, not stopping until it was fulling out of me. She loved to suck cum out of me, and not until I completely finished cumming.

She looked up at me with my cock in her mouth with a serious stare. She pulled off with her mouth closed. She hadn't swallowed as I thought she would.

My chest was rising and falling heavily, beads of sweat around my brow. I watched as she slid her naked body up along mine and motioned for me to open my mouth. I did without a moments hesitation. She then began to let my cum drip from her mouth, into mine. I watched as she did, I watched the thick creamy cum drip from her mouth into mine, and I eagerly held it until it was done. I even moved up to lick it from her lips.

She grinned and said softly "swallow it sweetie, because I certainly won't be swallowing yours anymore."

I eagerly swallowed my own cum for the first time and shivered hard at her words. She had me. I don't care if she fucked him over and over and over again or not. I just didn't care, I wanted her to.

She laid down beside me again and kissed me on the cheek and smiled, and whispered into my ear "I still love you Jordan, my husband. With all of my heart. But...

I was excited and nervous at the same time

"...Tom will be fucking me now. And I can assure you, he will be fucking me much more in this bed, and his bed, and anywhere we please, more so than you will ever again."

She pulled away and smiled, and I smiled to. I wanted it, she wanted it, and we both knew it.

We were both tired, and snuggled into together.

"I love you my angel, happy anniversary." I said softly

She let out a soft happy sigh and moan, and snuggled as close as she could to me. "I love you baby, happy anniversary." She whispered back.