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Mistaken Identity

By: Ginger



I left yet another boutique tired and grumbling. I'd been at the mall for two solid hours and still hadn't found anything to buy my sister for her birthday. I sat down on a bench in the center of the mall to rest my tired feet and to try to be inspired about which shop to try next. After a couple of minutes, I just kind of zoned out and started people watching. That's my favorite part of the whole shopping experience.

I watched a group of elderly mall-walkers shuffling by, getting their daily exercise. I smiled sympathetically at a woman with a chattering five-year-old and a screaming toddler in tow. I found myself studying a young couple who were having a hard time keeping their hands off each other. I felt a little envious of their youthful passion and the way they touched and kissed constantly. They sat down a couple of benches away from me, with the teenaged girl sitting on her boyfriend's lap. They started making out lustily, not caring who was watching them. I smiled to myself when I realized I was becoming mildly aroused watching the young lovers, and I wished for a moment that I could be seventeen again too. I also wished Tony was there to kiss me for everyone to see, but my husband hates shopping even more than I do. He had stayed home to watch a football game on television instead.

I turned away from the kissing couple and sat back on the bench, hoping I'd suddenly come up with a wonderful gift idea for my sister. I was deep in thought, and jumped with surprise when someone came up behind me and put their hands over my eyes. A male voice whispered into my ear, "Guess who?" It sounded like Tony's voice, and that was definitely Tony's cologne. He'd decided to spend the afternoon with me after all! 

I answered back, "Well, any man who smells as good as you do must be the sexiest man at the mall." I expected a laugh or a kiss on my cheek. Instead, the hands slowly moved away from my eyes, and I turned around to look at...a complete stranger who was blushing furiously. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought you were somebody else!" he stammered. Flustered, I stood up too quickly, managing to dump the entire contents of my purse on the floor.

I felt my own face growing red with embarrassment. The stranger was still apologizing profusely, and he rushed forward to help me pick up my stuff just as I bent over to do the same. We met in the middle, and our heads conked together with a painful thud. Both of us were momentarily stunned and we sat down on the bench holding our foreheads, trying to get rid of the little birdies and stars that were created by the impact. He looked at me with a horrified look on his face, and started apologizing again. I interrupted him with an attack of the giggles. I was temporarily overcome by the humor of the situation, and my giggles turned into a full blown laughing fit. It took about ten seconds before he was laughing hilariously right along with me. In no time my side was splitting and I realized people were starting to stare at us, and that struck me as funny too and I laughed even harder.

In an effort to regain my compusure, I leaned over and picked up the spilled contents of my purse. He reached down and grabbed a tube of lipstick and some change that had landed near him. When he handed them to me, his fingers brushed mine, and the laughing fit suddenly evaporated with the unexpected contact. Still smiling, I took a closer look at this man who had mistaken me for someone else. My overall impression was that he was very attractive, a well put together package in his early forties. He had dark wavy hair that was graying slightly at his temples, and his lively bright blue eyes still sparkled with good humor. I noticed that he had an absolutely adorable grin, which at the moment was enhanced by his still-reddened cheeks. He also appeared to have a nicely trim body for a middle-aged man. He was comfortably dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a gray short-sleeved polo shirt.

I felt his eyes giving me the once over as well. I was excessively relieved that I had taken the time to fix my hair and put on my makeup before I'd left for the mall. I was wearing a simple peach colored sundress and my favorite pair of tan sandals. My long auburn red hair was curled and held back out of my eyes by a pretty gold barette. I noticed his eyes pause briefly to study the swell of my full breasts, and again as his gaze continued downward to my bare legs. I realized I was enjoying his visual assessment of me. When our eyes met again, we were both smiling.

He apologized again, and offered me his hand in a "no hard feelings" gesture. I took his hand and briefly shook it, and he introduced himself as Jack. "And from the back, you have the most remarkable resemblance to an old girlfriend of mine! But you're even prettier than her from the other side." he said, grinning. "I'm Tess. And I'm sure it's your old girlfriend's loss that she won't have a huge bump on her forehead tonight!" I replied, rubbing the sore spot on my head. Jack gestured at the wedding ring on my hand. "Is there going to be angry husband showing up any second to kick my ass for assaulting his wife?" I told him I thought he was safe since my husband was probably propped up on our sofa watching football.

I was surprised when I heard myself speaking to him in that tone of voice I normally reserved for flirting with my husband. And I was even more surprised at the pleasant thrill I felt when he offered to buy me a cup of coffee or a drink to make up for giving me a headache. Jack seemed to hold his breath waiting for me to answer, and I didn't make him wait too long. "Well, I think my head will be fine, but I'd love to have a drink just so I can quit shopping for awhile," I replied, managing to sound only half as eager as I felt. I was thoroughly enjoying the attention from this handsome stranger.

There were several restaurant/bars on the top floor of the mall, and that's where we headed. We picked a small bar that was more quiet than I expected for a Saturday afternoon. The bar was decorated with dozens of Tiffany style lamps, but even with all of them on the light was quite dim. We sat in a rounded corner booth, and the waitress brought our order of pineapple juice and vodka for me, and rum and coke for Jack. We sat sipping our drinks, talking about trivial things and getting acquainted. As we chatted, I found it harder and harder to concentrate. 

I watched Jack's lips move as he spoke and I wondered what it would be like to kiss them. My eyes watched his strong hands gesturing, and I could only think about what their touch was like. I couldn't believe how I'd almost instantly become attracted to this man. My mind was filled with fantasies I'd masturbated to...fantasies of meeting and fucking a complete stranger.

Apparently the attraction was mutual. Jack took my hands in his and forthrightly looked me in the eyes. "I swear I'm not normally the kind of guy who tries to pick up married women at the mall, but I have to admit with you I've been thinking about it. I'm sitting here with my heart beating double-time and all I can think about is kissing you," he confessed. He drew back and looked at me, trying to guage my reaction. My response was immediate. I put one arm around his neck and drew him to me for a soft kiss. It felt so good. The kiss deepened and my lips parted slightly, and he soon found my tongue with his. His tongue felt electric in my mouth, and my desire for him was building within me. He pulled me closer to him, putting one arm around my neck and caressing my face with the other. I had to break the kiss to catch my breath. When I looked into Jack's eyes, I saw that they mirrored my own growing lust. He wanted me too.

I looked around the bar and was pleased that there were still few people there and that nobody seemed to be watching us. His mouth found mine again, and this time when his searching tongue entered my mouth, I captured it between my lips and gently sucked it. He gasped with surprise into my mouth, then with one decisive movement he reached up and cupped my right breast. It was my turn to gasp when I felt his thumb rubbing my nipple through my clothing. My nipple instantly hardened beneath his touch, and I could feel the pleasurable sensation clear down to the cleft between my legs. Pulling back from me, Jack urgently whispered that we needed to find somewhere to go to be alone, in a hurry. Not trusting myself to speak, I simply nodded my head in agreement. He left money on the table to pay for our drinks, then stood up and took my hand. The second he stood up I noticed the impressive bulge that seemed to have grown in the front of his blue jeans. I wanted to touch him so bad.

I knew I should be feeling guilty about having decided to cheat on Tony. But I just couldn't seem to think about it. At that moment, there was no question about it...I HAD to have Jack. My heart was beating fast, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. I had that aching erotic feeling spreading from the pit of my stomach and continuing downward. I could feel that both of my nipples were rock hard, and I noticed that the gentle friction from my bra was so much more arousing than usual. I was incredibly horny, more than I'd been in a long, long time.

Jack held tight to my hand as we left the bar. He kept looking at me and smiling encouragingly as though he was afraid I'd change my mind at any second. As we passed a large palm tree in a huge pot, Jack turned and pulled me behind the plant. He pulled me tight against him and kissed me, hard. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his growing erection pressing into my pelvis. He drew back and whispered into my ear, "We'd better get out of here before I lift up that pretty little dress of yours and fuck you right here and now!" As much as the thought of him doing just that appealed to me, I agreed.

Suddenly, I had an idea. "Come on!" I said, grabbing Jack's hand and pulling him after me. I headed back to the mall's main level. As we entered a large variety store, I explained to Jack that I had stopped by to use the restroom in this shop earlier, and it was very small. It was only big enough for one stall, so whenever it was occupied the only entrance to the restroom was locked. He grinned at me and gave me a quick kiss. "You go in first and make sure the coast is clear, then I'll follow." I hurried down the hall to the restroom and was pleased to find it unoccupied. I went inside to wait and took a moment to examine my appearance in the mirror. I smiled at my reflection, not failing to notice the flushed look of excitement on my face.

Behind me, the door opened and Jack entered. In the mirror, I watched him lock the door, then his eyes met the reflection of mine. He looked hungry. I turned to face him, and he stepped forward and took me into his arms. We kissed intensely, almost as if we were trying to devour each other. My hands began exploring, roaming over his body. I felt the contours of his muscular shoulders and chest under my hands. Jack caressed my back and arms, keeping me held tightly against him. Our lust became like a living presence in the room, encouraging us, urging us on.

We broke our hot kiss, panting. Jack reached down and began fondling my breasts through my clothes. His eyes were locked on my face, watching me react to his touch. My eyes must have told him how much I liked it, because he started gently squeezing my breasts and lightly pinching the nipples. Unable to wait any longer, I extended my hand and ran my fingers slowly over the hard bulge in the front of his jeans. He groaned lightly at the sensuous contact. Jack took a step backwards and gripped the hem of my sundress. With one fluid move he pulled my dress off over my head. He then expertly unhooked my bra and pulled it off, dropping it on top of my dress. I stood in front of him now wearing nothing but a pair of pink satin panties and my sandals. Without hesitating he leaned over and took one of my erect nipples into his mouth, sucking it with sweet intensity. He then moved to the other nipple giving it equal attention. I sighed with contentment, and arched my back, pushing my eager tit even harder into his mouth.

Jack's lips then returned to mine as he pushed my panties down. I stepped out of my sandals and kicked the panties away. I was now totally naked, and totally aroused. Still fully dressed, Jack gently lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the sink. I leaned back slightly, resting my shoulders on the mirror behind me, balancing myself. He kissed each of my sensitive nipples again, and continued kissing his way down my belly. Jack then slid down on one knee, and began very gently licking the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs a little wider, encouraging him on. I was desperate to feel his tongue licking my pussy the same way.

When his tongue finally touched my outer pussy lips, the overwhelming sensation made me feel like I was having a mini-orgasm. I wrapped my legs around Jack's shoulders, locking his head in place tight against my pussy. I tried to grind my hips against his face, but he continued to lap at my swollen lips with gentle flicking strokes. A low moan of need escaped my throat. Jack suddenly extended his tongue to it's full length and thrust it as deep as he could into my pussy. He pulled his face back, then pushed forward into me again, fucking me with his rigid tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair and fought the urge to grip his head and pull it down harder against my writhing hips. All at once he pulled his tongue out of my pussy and clamped his lips over the hard nub of my clit. He gently sucked on my aroused clit, and alternately snaked his wet tongue over it. With one hand he reached up and slowly slid his index finger inside me. He started pumping it in and out of my wet slit in time with his licking tongue. I heard my own voice moaning "Oh, yes!" over and over. In response Jack added another finger and fucked me now with two of them as his lips and tongue continued pleasuring my clit. I stuffed my own fist in my mouth to keep from crying out as the first orgasm hit me. 

My legs spasmed, clamping Jack's head even tighter between my thighs. My whole body shuddered as the powerful sensations flowed through me. My head involuntarily rolled back on my neck, lightly banging into the mirror behind me. As I was gasping for breath, I relaxed my legs for fear I'd suffocate Jack in their uncontrolled grip. I need not have worried about that. Jack stood up and grinned at me, his face covered in my slippery juices. He kissed me deeply again, and I enjoyed the taste of my own cum in his mouth. Jack stepped back and kicked off his tennis shoes. Smiling wickedly at me, he slowly unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. 

Next off was his shirt. He watched my face for reaction as he slid his briefs down, freeing his massive erection from it's confinement. I licked my lips in anticipation as I gaped at his hardened cock. I reached out and stroked it, feeling his cock throb under my fingers. I ran my index finger over the head, moistening the tip with the drops of pre-cum that had already seeped out. Jack groaned when I put my finger in my mouth and licked the taste of him off it. Jack stepped forward and positioned himself between my legs, his cock barely teasing the entrance to my waiting pussy. I wanted his cock deep inside me that that moment and I began to unashamedly beg for it. He obliged, thrusting his hips forward and burying his cock in me clear up to his balls. Both of us moaned at the same time, savoring the first stroke of penetration. His cock felt huge sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy. Jack moved faster and faster, creating a delicious friction. He reached up and fondled my nipples as he continued driving his dick forcefully into me. Suddenly Jack stopped moving and stepped back, pulling his cock all the way out of me. 

I groaned in protest, not wanting him to stop. He lifted me off the sink, standing me up and facing away from him. Standing behind me, he bent me over slightly, resting my hands on the edge of the sink. I then felt Jack's cock pressing against my anus. My eyes met his in the mirror, and I nodded, saying yes to his questioning look. Jack very gently slid the head of his still-wet cock into my anus. He reached one hand around me and began rubbing my clit. I started moving against his fingers, at the same time pushing backwards farther and farther onto Jack's cock. When my tight hole adjusted to his size, Jack took over the motion and started fucking my ass with obvious delight. At that moment there was a loud banging at the door. A female voice said, "Hello? Is everything alright in there?" Barely able to speak, I replied in a choked voice, "I'll be out in a minute. I'm just a little ill." The thought of getting caught should have scared me, but it didn't. I didn't care. I just wanted Jack to keep fucking me. And that's just what he did. He never even broke his rhythm, pounding into me from behind with happy abandon.

From my view in the mirror I could tell by the look on Jack's face that he would cum soon. He looked back at my reflection in the mirror, first at my face then at the way my tits were bouncing as he thrust his cock deeper and harder into my tight ass. He was rubbing my clit harder, and I continued grinding my pussy int his hand, soaking it. It felt like his cock was growing larger and larger inside me and I moaned loudly. All at once his strokes became erratic, and he cried out, letting loose a geyser of hot cum into my ass. Feeling his warm fluid filling me up sent me over the edge again as well. I screamed his name as I was overtaken by the electric sensation of the orgasm coursing through me. Both of us collapsed against the sink, shaking with pleasure and exertion.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to regain my senses. When I opened them and looked over, my fantasy had disappeared and Jack was gone. Instead of a handsome stranger, standing there was my handsome husband of 11 years, Tony. As the insistent knocking on the door started again, he kissed me and told me he loved me. 

"And next time we play this game," he said, "YOU get to be the stranger who picks up the lonely married man!"

Mistaken Identity



It was a great party, the booze flowed like water, the food leapt off the plates into hungry mouths, the music was clear, but not deafening, the lighting low and seductive and the guests happy, merry and getting very fruity. Who said forty-something's didn't have fun? The party was actually to celebrate my twentieth wedding anniversary, Louis, my wife, and I had decided to hold a fancy dress, masked party so that only each person's partner would know for sure who was who. It was the sort of thing we used to do back in our swinging days and looking around at the happy mob it brought back some very pleasant memories. 

Somewhere out in the room was my wife, she was dressed as a hooker, somewhere else in the room was our eighteen year old daughter Melinda who was dressed as Miss Bo Beep; I saw my wife leaning against the mantel and waved to her. She waved back and straightened up, even at forty Louis was beautiful, she had maintained not only her looks but also the curvaceous figure of her youth. Melinda took after her mother and looked very much like her, but all my attention was on my wife as she crossed the floor towards me with a seductive sway of her hips. Just looking at her in her tight, figure hugging dress was giving me a hard on, and as I was dressed as Robin Hood with tights and all the trimmings this was not very comfortable. Well there was an easy answer to that, one that I knew Louis would enjoy as much as I would.

"Let's find somewhere quiet." I said in her ear as she joined me.

My wife smiled and nodded her agreement, she knew what I had in mind and was only too eager to please, laughing I took her arm and guided her towards the stairs. A few people grinned at us as we passed knowing what we were off to do, across the room I could see Melinda talking and laughing with a couple of men dressed as a knight and a cowboy. The knight was not very chivalrous as his hand was stroking Melinda's backside. Smiling I led my wife out into the hall and up the stairs towards our bedroom, thankfully it was empty when we got there though there were signs that someone had been in there recently; wondering who it might have been I pulled Louis to me and planted my lips on hers. 

As always her response was immediate, her lips pressing tight to mine, her body rubbing against me as I quickly pulled down the zip of her slinky dress, nice though the dress was Louis was even nicer without it; the material fell to the floor around her ankles as I got to work on the clasps of her bra. Louis wasn't idle all this time, her busy fingers were tugging at my jacket, then my shirt, and she pushed them both off together and turned her attentions to my tights and pantaloons. Within a very short space of time we were naked except for our masks and her stockings and frilly suspender belt, throughout all this our lips were locked hungrily together. Reaching up to remove my mask Louis caught my hand and shook her head.

"Leave them on." She whispered in a voice so low that I could barely hear it.

Smiling I lifted her in my arms and lay her on the bed; I was glad that I hadn't been able to wear the Victorian gentlemen's outfit we'd originally planned I should wear as she'd still be stripping me; leaning over I kissed my wife while my hands zoomed straight to her tits. Despite her years my wife's tits were still firm, though not quite as firm as in her youth, but tonight she felt as she did when we first made love together over twenty years ago. Parting our lips I kissed my way down to her tits while one of my hands slid down over her body towards her pussy. Louis gave a soft moaning sigh and pushed her tit up against me as I sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth, then my fingers were sliding along her gorgeous slit. Her juices coated my fingertips as I passed them over her hole, she groaned as I teased her clit then gasped as her body shook with a minor orgasm. 

With all our guests downstairs there was not the time to enjoy ourselves to the full, nevertheless I took the time to kiss my way down to her pussy and to give her a thorough licking that had her gasping and mewling with pleasure within minutes. The taste of her juices filled my mouth with their exquisite flavour, though there seemed something different about the taste of her, but I couldn't define it and quickly put the matter out of my mind as I swivelled round on the bed. My wife was locking her legs around my back even as I lay across her, her hands pulled at my buttocks as I thrust my cock deep into her making her cry out. I stifled her cries with my lips as I began to fuck her with hard fast, strokes that soon had her bucking beneath me. 

Once again I felt as though something were different as my cock slid in and out of her tight pussy, Louis had always had a tight pussy, but the excitement of the night was making her seem even tighter than usual. Or perhaps my cock was so engorged that it was filling her even more than usual, whatever the reason the sensation was glorious. Forcing the pace I fucked her like a mad man, her body writhing under me as I drove her through climax after climax mercilessly, then I felt the tension in my balls and the rising heat in my cock that told me I was about to climax, and I thrust deep into my wife's pussy and groaned loudly as my hot juices jetted into her depths. Louis gave a choking gasp then began to buck so hard I thought that she would throw me; her pussy clamping around my cock as her muscles milked me for every drop of my seed, as always when she did this I saw red as my pleasure shot to a new high.

A few moments later I rolled off her shuddering body, while she lay there gasping and sobbing in her excitement I went and got a towel from the cupboard, cleaning my cock I returned to the bed and held the towel to her pussy. Louis yelped as I gently cleaned her up, her body surging into her usual climax as I rubbed the towel over her pussy; grinning I stood and looked for my clothes. I was half dressed when Louis finally got off the bed and reached for her clothes; still shaking she dressed then came over and kissed me before I opened the bedroom door.

"We'll take our time about it later." I whispered as we stepped out into the hall.

She smiled dreamily and took my hand; walking down the stairs I wondered when the last of our guests would finally depart. It was almost one in the morning when Louis and I rejoined the party, some of our guests had already left and the ones that were left were making their final round of goodbyes, by two all but one couple had gone and I quietly fumed as I waited for them to depart. In a pointed effort to indicate that the party was over Louis and Melinda began to clear up, ten minutes later the couple took the hint and left, sighing as I closed and locked the door behind them I headed for the living room. Louis was taking a tray of empty glasses out, Melinda was pushing empty plates together and I decided that the clear up could wait for a while.

"Leave that you two," I said removing my mask, "let's get up to bed."

Melinda straightened up, smiled and took off her mask.

"Oh my God!" I gasped in sudden shock.

Behind the mask was not our daughter Melinda, but my wife Louis, if Louis was wearing what was supposed to have been Melinda's costume then Melinda was...

"Oh my God!" I gasped even louder as Melinda came into the room in the hooker outfit.

"What's wron...Oh Christ!" Melinda's face went pale at the sight of me.

"What on earth is going on?" Louis asked staring at our pale, shocked faces.

"You were supposed to be wearing the hooker outfit tonight." I replied in a low voice full of shock.

"I know, but Mellie and I did a swap" my wife said, "just before the party...Oh no...Don't tell me you thought she was me and..."

To my dismay she burst out laughing, as she looked from me to our daughter.

"I don't see anything funny about it." I huffed.

"Oh Lord," Louis laughed, "what a comedy of errors. You were supposed to be wearing the Victorian thing, what happened to that."

"I split the seams of the trousers," I admitted, "so I grabbed this, but I still can't see anything to laugh about."

She came over and put an arm around my waist then reached out to Melinda and drew her to her side, she squeezed us then guided us all over to the couch. In the short space of time that it took us to get settled on the couch I had got over my first shock of having had sex with our daughter, looking at Louis on my right then Melinda on my left I began to see what had my wife laughing.

"What a cock up." I commented with a wry grin.

"Yeah, right up me." Melinda sighed then smiled, "It was damned good though."

"Was our little girl as good as little ole me?" Louis asked with a cheeky grin.

"That's what really fooled me," I replied smiling, "Mellie feels so much like you when you were younger, just the way I will always remember you darling."

"Flattery will get you everywhere Mark," Louis laughed, "what a pity I missed all the fun."

"Louis how can you take this all so...so...calmly?" I frowned, "I've screwed our daughter, even if it was only a quickie..."

"A QUICKIE!" Melinda yelped as her eyes widened in surprise, "Christ I still feel stuffed!"

Louis threw back her head and laughed until tears ran down her cheeks, her laughter was infectious and soon my ribs ached from laughing, but it defused the situation and when we returned somewhat to normal I pressed Louis for an answer to my question.

"It's the one secret I've kept from you all these years my darling," Louis answered with a smile, "you know I was always close with my father, well it was him that took my virginity, I gave it to him willingly and I'm not ashamed of the things we did together. Before you ask, yes, my mother did know, but she never spoke about it and didn't act any differently towards us. So you see, I really don't mind that you fucked Mellie, mind you I do wish it had been me instead."

"How long did you and granddad...?" Melinda asked quietly.

"Five years," my wife smiled happily, "then I met your father and we clicked straight off, we've been clicking ever since. Dad was a little jealous of you Mark, but all he wanted was for me to be happy and I was, I still am come to that."

I kissed her lightly on the lips then sat back, looking at Melinda I smiled and leant forward to brush my lips on hers, when I sat back again my wife was grinning from ear to ear, as the saying goes. Now that I had recovered from the shock and dismay I found that I felt happy about the whole affair, where I had expected to feel guilt or shame I felt only pleasure. I knew that if the opportunity arose again I would fuck Melinda without hesitation and I guess that Louis knew that.

"Actually," Louis said softly, "this could work out quite well."

"How's that mum?" Melinda asked with a raise of an eyebrow.

Somehow I knew what my wife was about to say and I grinned in anticipation of her words.

"You put it just right Mellie," Louis laughed, "when you said you 'still' felt stuffed. Your father is a powerhouse, God he's a blasted fucking machine! I love it, but he leaves me so worn out that I can barely stand and I'm still knackered hours later when he's looking for more! Maybe if he had the two of us to screw it wouldn't be so bad, we could take it in turns and not end up quite so worn out."

"Are you serious mum?" Melinda gaped.

"Perfectly serious." Louis smiled, "You've had a half hour quickie with him, imagine that going on for one or even two hours."

"HOURS!" our daughter yelped, "You can't be serious, no man can do that."

"Your father not only can, he does all too regularly." my wife laughed, "The bugger has some medical problem that makes him hard and keeps him like that even after a climax. I bet he's like a poker under that costume."

"No bet." I grinned.

"See what I mean?" Louis laughed, "Your father is a fantastic lover and I love him oh so very much, but I do need a chance to recover every now and then."

Melinda grinned then looked down at my groin before looking at her mother, her grin grew wider as she thought about the idea then she laughed and hugged me.

"Would you mind dad?" she asked.

All eyes were on me waiting for my answer.

"Well," I mused, "if you girls don't feel tired I could give you a tumble now."

"Both of us?" Melinda gasped.

"Theoretically it should leave you both feeling only half as tired." I grinned.

Louis laughed, stood up and almost tore her costume off, I gazed lovingly at her naked body as she stood in front of me, her eyes sparkling and her lips curved in a happy smile. Our daughter hesitated then stood up and undressed, I gazed at her no less eagerly and found that I couldn't make up my mind who was the more beautiful, my wife or my daughter; Melinda smiled shyly then laughed.

"God this is so unreal." she laughed loudly.

"Oh its very real." I grinned rising to my feet between them and stripping off my costume, "Very real indeed. I'll take your mother first seeing as you've already had a turn."

Louis sighed as I took her in my arms and kissed her, she sighed even louder as my hands explored her body. My pleasure was increased by the knowledge that our daughter was sitting on the couch watching me take her mother and it was increased again by the thought that I would be taking my daughter again soon enough. Pushing all thoughts out of my mind I concentrated on my wife as her cries began to fill the air, laying her back I settled down to a long session and soon Louis was bucking and writhing on the carpet as I reached up for our daughter.



Mistaken Identity



I knocked three times softly and impatiently waited for you to open the door. You opened it a few inches, peeking at me through the small space in the doorway. We stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds that seems like an eternity. Vague recognition washes over us. You smile softly at me. 

In one swift and sudden move I pushed through the doorway, slamming the door shut behind me. I shoved you up against the wall, passionately attacking your lips with mine. My tongue darts into your mouth, seeking yours. Not leaving a spare inch between us, I pin your body against the wall with my own. Grinding my hips into you, I can easily feel your hard desire mounting with my own. My hands travel, groping, down your shoulders and further over your hands. Once I reached your waist, I pulled back just long enough to rip your shirt up and off of you. Returning to your waist, I frantically unfastened your jeans, sliding down your zipper, freeing the object of my desire. My mouth leaves yours, only to begin sucking on your neck. I continue down across your chest, licking and nibbling at your nipples. I recall that during our chats you mention how sensitive they are to you. I hear you gasp as I grasp your nipple in my teeth and tug on it. I continue down along your stomach - my mouth kissing, my tongue licking, my hot mouth leaving a trail down your body. Your hips start to rock forward, anxiously awaiting my arrival.

I pull back from you just long enough to look up at your face. I wink flirtatiously as I open my mouth and clamp my lips around your swollen head. I begin forcefully sucking you inside my mouth. Pulling you slowly deeper and deeper into my mouth. I look up at you again, watching you watch your cock as it slowly slides inch by inch into my mouth. I feel you getting larger in my mouth as I pull you into my throat. I pause briefly to allow my throat to adjust to your girth. My nose is rubbing softly against your pubic hair. I look at you again and I can tell that you are pleased thus far. Within minutes of my arrival, I have your cock imbedded in my throat. 

I begin to suck heartily on you. I moan with pleasure, causing you to vibrate in my mouth. My tongue is massaging the underside of your cock, my throat swallow greedily as your hot precum drips down it. You start to thrust your hips against me, trying to get further into my mouth. I realize that with all of your effort, you are going to cum shortly. I have other plans.

I abruptly pull back, sliding my mouth off of your cock. I hear you whimper in disappointment as I lick the extra saliva from you. Standing, I lean forward to whisper in your ear.

"You didn't really think that was going to be it, did you?"

I turn away from you and casually walk over to your windows. I pull open your blinds and bend over against the windows to take in the campus life down below. I shift my weight back and forth between my feet, bending over even further, causing my black micro-mini to shimmy up further, which makes it blatantly obvious that I am not wearing any panties. From where you are standing, still at the door, you can see the little tufts of dark hair which trim my hungry pussy. I stand up suddenly, my skirt falling over my hips again. I look at you over my shoulder.

"It's rather warm in here, isn't it?"

I proceed to open the windows, letting the cool autumn air rush into the steamy room. 

"There, that is much better, wouldn't you say?"

I bend over again, continuing to look out the windows. Swaying back and forth, my skirt begins to slide up over my ass again. I am taunting you. You know it. You love it.

Before I know it, I feel your hands grasping my hips. I shriek pleasingly as I feel the head of your cock teasing my pussy. I push back slightly, urging you on. In one swift move, you shove your hips forward slamming your cock into my cunt. You start hammering your cock repeatedly into me. I am incredibly excited by this and begin to moan in great pleasure. I notice that three floors below people are looking up to see where the sounds of ecstasy are coming from.

The fact that people are watching us turns me on immensely. I know they can only see us from the waist up, you standing behind me at the window, but it is certainly obvious – if by our actions if not simply our sounds – that you are fucking me with great intensity. I recall our conversations about your fantasies – your erotic thoughts of being watched by others. Determined to give them, as well as you, an incredible show, I begin slamming back against you. I start yelling at you to fuck my cunt harder and faster. The students below are stopping and a small crowd is forming to watch our display. I start begging you to stick it in my ass – to ram your huge, hard cock deep into my ass. With a soft pop you remove your cock from me and immediately ram it into my ass. 

I scream with pleasure over and over as you fuck me madly. We're panting, moaning, screaming until, with one final thrust, you shove your cock deeply into my ass and exploding your cum deep into me. Your orgasm propels me immediately into my own and I scream emphatically, letting everyone below know exactly how you just pleasured me. 

Suddenly, the door flies open behind us. Completely disheveled, we both turn around. You speak for the first time.

"Hey there, Rick! It seems your company arrived a little, uh, early."

"So I heard," this stranger replied, looking towards the windows.

Completely confused, I look from my recent conquest, who is still panting next to me, over to the handsome guy who just walked in the door. With mounting confusion, I look at him questioningly.

"Rick?!?"

To be continued...



Mistaken Identity



My head felt like there were hundreds of jackhammers pounding away inside, I was totally disorientated with no idea where I was or how I came to be here. The darkness surrounded me like a black mist, my wrists were secured tightly above my head dangling from what I imagined to be a ceiling beam while my ankles were securely parted and anchored to something in the floor. I couldn’t see where I was but the goosebumps on my flesh revealed that I was naked and vulnerable, but why I kept thinking. The last thing I could remember was being out on a drinking binge with my long time friend James, we downed more pints of beer than I care to remember or even seemed able to remember.

As my head began to clear a little I heard a door open, the sudden blast of daylight causing me to wince and close my eyes quickly against the blinding light.

“Good morning John,” said a voice that I instantly recognised as James. “How are we this morning?” he asked in a friendly voice.

“What’s going on?” I managed to ask indignantly.

“I think you know why you are here, you have to be punished. I know you’ve been poking my wife and now you have to pay the price,” he replied with hurt in his voice.

“Me; no I haven’t, I wouldn’t do that to you, come on we’ve been friends for years why would I do that to you?” I replied trying to hide my nervousness.

He walked closer to me and ran his fingers down my spine, “is that what she does to you while you’re buried in her pussy, fucking her and laughing behind my back,” he said in a sarcastic manner.

“I promise you, I have never ever touched Lisa, I wouldn’t, trust me,” I pleaded.

“I overheard her on the phone talking to you and describing what she was going to wear for you the next time, so just admit it.”

“I swear on my mothers life I haven’t been sleeping with your wife, I wouldn’t betray a friends trust, you know me well enough.”

“I thought I knew you but it seems I was wrong, so stop pretending and for once in your life be honest,” James said with a hint of anger.

“I am being honest,” I said as sincerely as I knew how.

“You either admit it now or I’ll hurt you until you do, and I mean that.”

“I didn’t and haven’t,” was all I could find to say.

My body jolted with surprise as the unexpected cold liquid was spread in and around my butt hole, even with a hangover I quickly realised that my hole was going to be invaded either by James or a dildo of some sorts.

“James please don’t do this, I promise I’m telling you the truth,” I begged.

“This is just retribution, you fucked my wife and now I fuck you and I keep fucking you until you admit the truth.”

I clenched my teeth as the short pangs of pain surged through my body as his finger violated by hole, sinking deep inside me. Next there were two fingers increasing the pain to a level I never knew was possible until he slipped a third into my hole. I yelled as the excruciating pain increased with each movement of his fingers.

“Do you want to admit it now,” he asked once more.

“I didn’t! I didn’t!” I yelled back but to no avail.

The wave of relief as he removed his fingers was short lived as I felt the end of his cock pushing against my hole. He had no thought for my agony and sunk his stiff cock deep inside me causing another yell to escape my lips.

His rhythm increased and thankfully the pain subsided and was replaced by what I could only describe as a weird kind of pleasure. I felt my cock stiffening as the sensations of being butt fucked increased, without warning my cock erupted sending my white fluid cascading in front of me, but the pounding continued.

“You going to admit it now?” demanded James as he tried to control his breathing.

The level of enjoyment I had now reached I would admit to anything, but just before I managed to answer I heard the door open once more.

“What the fucking hell are you two doing!” yelled Lisa who had come to see what all the yelling was about.

“He fucked you and now I’m fucking him, I heard you two on the phone,” said James bitterly.

Lisa began laughing and the longer she laughed the louder it got, “you are joking aren’t you, I wouldn’t have sex with John if you paid me,” she said while her laughter died down.

“But I heard you, why are you lying,” asked James.

“I admit I have been having sex with John, but not this one, it’s our neighbour across the road,” she said as she burst once more into laughter.

Lisa walked out of the garage and out of James life, but things didn’t all end bad as James and I have developed our own relationship and now live together and in between dating women we sometimes indulge in sex together, one day we’ll move on but for now things are just fine.

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Mistaken Identity



My loving husband and I have had a wonderful marriage for thirty years. That’s not to say we haven’t had the typical ups and downs, from time to time. But, through it all, we’ve been faithful to our vows and have never strayed. I contend that two of the important reasons for our marital bliss are: we both have a good sense of humor and an excellent partnership in bed. We are always open with each other, regarding our sexual fantasies. Being so in tune with each other’s needs, we seem to know immediately when sex has become routine. That’s when one or both of us will act out some new fantasy to spice things up. Those fantasies, which often involved role-playing, never reached beyond the confines of the two of us -at least, not until recently.

“God Laura, I’m sorry, Honey,” said a dejected Jim, rolling off my naked body.

“That’s OK, Baby. It happens to guys once in a while. Don’t feel bad” I reassured him, glancing down at his limp dick.

“I can’t imagine what it is? You know you ALWAYS make me horny, with those big tits and sweet ass of yours,” he said, fondling my boobs.

“I know, Baby. Maybe you need to relax and we’ll try again later, OK?” I offered.

He nodded and we settled down for a night’s sleep. His inability to get it up had happened only a few times over the last 30 years, and that was mostly due to his getting drunk on the rare occasion. I sloughed it off as stress and rolled over to my side of the bed. As I started to doze off, I heard the distinctive sound of him whacking his meat. Suspecting he was priming his rod for me, I rolled back to face him. He was lying flat on his back, staring intently up at the ceiling and jacking on his half-hard erection. Watching him pleasing himself is always a real turn on for me. Not wanting to interrupt his obvious fantasy, I gently nuzzled my naked body up next to him. The effect of our naked bodies touching made him crank on his cock harder and faster. I felt it was safe to break into his trance. Besides, I was as wet as could be.

“Are you fucking me, Jim?” I whispered in his ear.

“No Laura… he is,” Jim said, as if he was in some hypnotic state.

“Hmm. Who’s that? Who’s fucking me?” I asked.

“This guy, this big guy.”

“Do you know who he is?” I wondered.

“He’s this guy I know from work. He’s fucking you hard with his big cock, from behind,” Jim stated, with a little smile forming.

“Ummm. Do I like his big cock in me like that?” I asked, feeling my pussy twitch.

“Oh YEAH! You like it a lot!”

“What about you, Baby? Where are you?” I begged, seductively.

“Me? Oh, I’m about to stick my cock in your mouth, while he fucks you,” he said, increasing his smile.

“Oh yeah, Baby. Like this?” I whispered and lowered myself to suck in the head of his full sized cock.

“OH GOD YES! YES!” He yelled and dropped his hand.

I leaned over him and took hold of his pole. On my knees with my ass in the air, I sucked on his cock. Up and down I bobbed, moaning and dirty talking at the same time.

“Oh God! He’s fucking me so deep. His cock is so big inside me and your big cock in my mouth. He’s cuming inside me, Jim! Oh God, Baby! Cum in my mouth! I want to feel you both cum in me.”

I jacked and slobbered all over his swollen meat, until I felt his body stiffen. His white, hot cum shot to the back of my throat and cascaded down the length of his rigid tool. My hand was soaked with his steamy juices, as I continued to milk him dry. Finishing up my midnight blowjob, I gave him a cum-filled kiss and we drifted away to sleep, naked in each other’s arms.

I reckoned that whatever was stressing him out or kept him from getting hard had been properly dealt with. I was proud to be able to give him that release, and had fun playing out our little fantasy game. I decided our sex life would be back to normal, so there was no harm in my pretending to make out with another man, this one time. I certainly never imagined what that one night of fantasy could have led us to.

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Our unscheduled sex routinely happens every ten days to two weeks. Both of us are just on the other side of 50, so I consider that routine a normal, if not healthy frequency for having an active sex life. It had been over two weeks, since our last midnight session, so I was getting anxious for the next encounter. Jim was putting in extra hours of overtime after work that week, so he was often tired and ready to turn in early. Even wearing my skimpiest nightgowns to bed had no effect on him. Once he hit the bed, he was soon fast asleep.

Friday night of that week, he was finally home at his regular time. I suggested we go out for dinner and drinks to relax. He reluctantly agreed and we headed out for a familiar little bar we hadn’t been to for quite some time. I purposely dressed to impress, wearing a short, tight jean skirt and matching sleeveless blouse.

“Well, don’t you look sexy tonight? Another button, and you’d have everybody’s attention,” Noticed Jim, as we sat together at the unusually crowded bar.

I smiled, winked and slowly unbuttoned not one, but two more buttons. It was clear to my husband and anyone else in eyeing distance, that I wasn’t wearing a bra. The tight jean fabric hugged the sides of my d-size hooters, leaving my creamy cleavage on full display. My nipples hardened, as I watched the young bartender’s eyes stare at my chest.

“Uh, that’ll be eight bucks,” he stammered, placing our Martini’s down.

“I should charge you at least that much for enjoying the show,” quipped Jim, catching the sexy young stud off guard.

The bartender turned a quick shade of red, smiled sheepishly and nodded at Jim. The seedy little tavern was sort of a special hideout for us. Over the years we had been there on occasion to toss back a few, play some pool and shoot darts. If was a safe, little out-of-the-way haunt that offered just enough seclusion and crusty atmosphere to be an excellent stimulus for sex play. We had fond memories of one dark corner booth in particular, where I had gone down on Jim one late night. That was years ago and tonight the place was so packed; that little booth seemed miles away.

“I can’t ever remember this place being crowded like this!” I said to no one in particular.

“Oh, it’s never like this during the week. I mean, on Wednesdays you could hear a pin drop in here!” Remarked the bartender, who introduced himself as Josh.

Handsome Josh kept pace working the busy bar, but gravitated back to us, when he wasn’t pouring drinks. Being seated next to the waitress station, we learned all about him and met Jennifer, the young waitress on duty. Tall Jennifer was a shapely brunette working her way through college. Her short tight skirt left little to the imagination and her dark silky top opened to expose dam near as much of her firm tits as I was showing. As Jim and I sipped on our second Martini, I couldn’t help but notice an underlying connection between Josh and the girl –perhaps a deeper relationship that their barroom banter disguised.

“So Jennifer, are you and Josh seeing each other?” I asked, being nosy.

“Hell no! Why do you ask?” She wondered, with shifting eyes.

“I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. You two just seem so close,” I smiled.

“Well, the management would pissed off if they knew,” she started.

“Knew what!” I guessed some dark secret.

“Josh is my little brother,” she murmured, and touched my upper arm in confidence.

“OH, I see! I won’t say a word,” I said, returning her touch with one of my own on her arm.

“God Laura, you’ve even got that young girl looking down your blouse!” Observed Jim, while Jennifer went off to service the tables.

“Oh don’t be silly. These babies are just for YOU!” I said, swinging my tits from side to side.

“Just for ME? Those are too much for just one man. Maybe I ought to share ‘em,” he said, leaning over to kiss my neck and fondle my breast.

“Ooooh Jimmy, and just who would you share them with?” I asked and ran my hand up his thigh.

“Hmmm, how about Josh, or maybe Jennifer there?” He countered.

“Ooooh, that might be nice, but I couldn’t have you share me with someone I knew,” I said, playing with his fantasy.

“OK then, how ‘bout that guy from my work. You don’t know him?” He added.

“Are you serious? Oh my God, Jim you ARE serious aren’t you?” I recoiled in disbelief.

“Hey, it was just a thought. We’re just pretending right?” He asked.

“I don’t know if you are pretending or for real?” I wondered.

Facing each other on our stools, Jim and I moved closer together. My head grew dizzy from a combination of that last Martini and my husband’s hand inching it’s way up my naked thigh. Closing my eyes, to keep the room from spinning, I felt his tongue enter my ear. His familiar fingers found my naked pussy and I spread my legs open to his touch. The sloshing sound of his wet tongue mixed with my flowing juices to totally turn me on. I scooted forward on the stool to let his fingers slide easily inside my saturated hole.

“Lady, you are one hot looking bitch. I could fuck you right here and now –right in front of hour husband. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Whispered my husband in a low sexy voice.

“Oh God yes, but my husband would never approve,” I sighed, and ran my hand to his cock.

“Don’t be so sure about that. I think he’d approve, as long as he could watch.” Replied Jim, fingering my clit.

I was so horny, at that point I would have fucked the whole bar! Suddenly I felt another person standing in front of us. I glanced up to see in was the lovely Jennifer. She was standing, so as to shield our obvious foreplay from the patrons. Sensing we were now concealed, I unzipped Jim’s fly and dug inside his shorts. Turning our head slightly, I opened my mouth to take in Jim’s tongue, as I pulled his erect pole out of his pants.

“Uh, you guys are definitely a pleasure to watch, but I don’t know if everybody would appreciate it,” said Jennifer nervously.

“Oh Jen, don’t be such a prude. They’re just playing. No one’s paying attention to them anyway,” said Josh, watching the two of us.

“Yeah Jen,” I mimicked. “Can’t you see how HARD it would be to stop now!” I said, with eyes glazed.

Looking up into her dark eyes, I motioned with mine to look down at Jim’s erection. Her eyes widened and she unconsciously licked her full lips, as I brought her hand over to feel it. This was totally out of character for me. I had never shared my husband with another woman, but the thought of Jim sharing me with another excited me. Some erotic part of me wanted to share him with her. Jennifer coyly looked around to make sure no one was watching, as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. Watching her give Jim a hand job and feeling his fingers in my pussy sent me to an orgasm. Biting down on my lip to muffle my moans, my hand dropped from Jim’s thigh and conveniently landed next to Jennifer’s hose covered leg. Feeling myself about to climax in the middle of the crowded bar, I ran my hand up her thigh and underneath her short skirt. The damp heat from her pantyhose-covered mound told me she too was excited. I started cuming all over Jim’s fingers, when Josh bent over the bar to checkout the action. I positioned myself so my big tits obstructed his view, then pulled open my blouse to expose on of my luscious melons.

“Suck my tit, Baby. I’m cuming. That’s it, suck it hard!” I commanded, and pulled his head tight to my chest.

Josh was no novice to sucking tits, but probably never serviced one this large. When he soon found there was no way he could take it all, he focused his attention on licking my areola and biting my nipple. Nervous laughter and hoots started coming from the end of the bar. It wasn’t long before the whole bar was overreacting to our erotic exhibition.

Jim’s fingers made a quick exit, as did an embarrassed Jennifer. I gave Josh a peck on the cheek, while he gave my tit one final big lick. Shoving my wet boob back inside my blouse, Jim and I stood up to leave. The catcalls and innuendos continued. Josh said something to Jim. I winked at the red-faced Jennifer and we made our exit.

Jim and I made our way back to the car. I immediately hiked up my skirt and undid my blouse. Getting in the car, I spread my legs and fingered my pussy, while I licked on my tits.

“Oh God, that was SO hot! Take me Baby. Come here and fuck me now. I need your cock so bad!” I demanded.

“Gosh Laura. You are one hell of a sight. Look at you!” Jim said, eyeing my display.

“You can stop looking Mister and just DO ME!”

“Sorry Babe, I kinda shot my load inside,” he shrugged.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” I yelled in dismay.

“’Fraid so Honey, nothing left.”

“Nothing left? Is that so? Let’s just make sure, shall we?” I smiled and unzipped his pants.

I reached inside and pulled out his limp dick and sucked him for a good six minutes, before I finally gave up.

“Hope you’re not too upset, Baby,” said Jim, zipping himself.

“No, I’m not upset at you. I was all geared up for a nice hard fucking, that’s all!” I reminded him, as I put myself back together. “So what was Josh saying to you as we left?” I asked.

“Oh, he just thanked me for letting him suck your tit, and said we should come by when it’s not so busy –say on a Wednesday.”

“And what did you say?” I asked.

“I said I’d have to see in that was OK with you,” said Jim.

“So, you’d probably like to watch that young stud fuck me, right? Well, I think this little fantasy of yours is getting out of hand,” I figured. 

“Hey, I didn’t see you objecting back there!” Jim recalled.

I sat quietly while Jim drove us back home. Trying to shake off the effects of the Martini’s, I closed my eyes, only to be treated to visions of Josh sucking my boob and Jennifer jacking off my husband. I felt my juices leaking out, as I recalled how erotic it felt when Jim pretended he was another man fondling me. These naughty sensations only served to excite me more. All sorts of nasty, lurid ideas flashed through my head. I simply couldn’t deny their attraction.

“So Jim, this guy you know from work –tell me more about him,” I said, watching his smile forming.

“Well, his name is…” he started.

“NO, don’t tell me his name. I don’t want to know that; just describe him,” I prompted him.

“He’s probably in his thirties. He’s tall, dark and well built. He is rather attractive and is single. Why, are you interested?” asked Jim.

“Hmmm, I suppose there wouldn’t be any harm in MEETING him,” I answered cautiously.

“GREAT! I’ll set it up for Wednesday and have you meet him at the bar. I’ll join you two later, you know, just to make sure everything is OK.” Said Jim eagerly.

“Sounds like you’ve got this all worked out. How long have you been planning this, you pervert?” I smirked.

He laughed.

“I’m not promising you anything, Jim!” I reminded him.

“I know. I know. If you’re not happy with him, we won’t take it any further,” he assured me.

“OK, so how will I recognize this guy?” I asked.

“Tell you what. I’ll have him wear a Pittsburg Steeler’s cap. And, you should wear what you’ve got on now –very sexy!” He suggested.

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The deal was set. As the week wore on, I wondered how I ever agreed to such an idea. Jim and I weren’t swingers, by any stretch of the imagination. Our fantasy games, although sexy and fun, had never included others. What would this guy think of me? Worse yet, what would he expect from me? I decided there was no way I was going to let him fuck me. If I really liked this stranger, I’d let him feel me up or kiss me; that would surely be enough to make Jim happy. I dressed as my husband suggested, with the addition of a bra and panties. Downing a few shots of Vodka for extra courage, I took off for the bar.

Not wanting to appear too whorish, I only left my top button open, as I entered the dark little tavern. Josh sat with his feet propped up on the bar, looking as young and handsome as the other night. Seeing me, he sprang to his feet and gave me the biggest smile. I returned his smile with a flirty one of my own and noticed the place was empty, except for a man seated at the end of the bar. I could only see the back of the dark haired stranger, but guessed him to be in his mid-thirties. A slight chill went through me when I caught sight of a Steeler’s cap next to him on the bar. This had to be the guy. Taking a long breath, I sauntered down to the end of the bar. He seemed intent on watching some football game on TV, and only noticed me when I took a bar stool next to him.

“You must be rooting for Pittsburgh,” I said nervously.

 “Why yes Ma’am, I sure am. How could you tell?” He said, turning toward me.

 “I saw your cap,” I answered, staring up into his dark brown eyes.

His eyes lingered on mine, then quickly darted down to survey the rest of me. “Oh yeah, I guess that’s pretty obvious. So, are you a fan?” He asked with an attractive smile.

“No, not really. Football isn’t really my game,” I answered and playfully ran my fingers through my ash blonde hair.

“And, what can I get you tonight? How ‘bout a Martini?” Asked Josh from the other side of the bar.

“Yeah, get the lady a Martini and I’ll take another beer,” ordered the big man, before I could answer.

“Well, thank you kind Sir,” I smiled, letting my eyes roam down his muscular chest and up his powerful arms. “My name is Laura,” I offered.

“Mine’s Karl, pleased to meet you,” he returned and swiveled on his stool to shake my hand.

His huge warm hand wrapped around mine nearly twice, as he tightened his grip. He held on to my hand longer than necessary, just to get my reaction. I laughed nervously and slowly removed my hand. Hearing the familiar strains of an old country song, I turned to see Jennifer feeding the jukebox. Josh returned with our drinks. Considering Karl’s size and power, a wave of skepticism swept over me, but I trusted that my husband wouldn’t have set me up with just any kind of guy. I slurped down the strong Martini in no time.

“So Laura, if football isn’t your game, what do you like to do?” Asked Karl, lightly running his finger down my bare arm.

“My God, he’s coming on to me! Just hang in there girl!” I said to myself, feeling my body starting to heat up.

“I suppose one contact sport I like is dancing,” I said coyly, watching his finger make its way down my forearm to my hand.

“Well then, if we hurry, I’ll bet we can beat the crowd to that dance floor,” said Karl, taking hold of my hand again.

There was no crowd, of course. I decided that might be as romantic a line Karl could come up with, as I let him take me to the dance floor. I soon discovered there was little pretense with his dancing. Well over six feet tall, his huge frame smothered my 5-foot 5-inch body. Like being swallowed up by a grizzly bear, his large arms surrounded me and pulled me close. He was a good dancer though and before long I felt comfortable and surprisingly safe in his arms. The more we swayed together, I began to feel his dick pressing against my abdomen. By the song’s end, his hands were on my ass; pulling me tight against his erection.

“Hey, you’re quite the dancer Karl!” I said, pulling away from his grip. “Time for a refill, don’t you think?” I suggested, and escorted him back to the bar.

“Another round for the lady, Sonny,” commanded Karl.

I excused myself to the restroom, more to gather my head. Jennifer was coming out of a stall, as I came in. “Hi Laura. Doing a little slumming tonight?” She asked wickedly.

“Jen, you wouldn’t believe me, if I told you!” I said.

“Try me. I can believe about anything, after last week!” She answered, checking her appearance in the mirror.

“Oh yeah. That was fun!” I admitted.

“It was more than FUN! You guys got me horny as hell! I’ve never had thoughts about doing another woman, but when you touched me like that –WOW!”




Mistaken Identity



“Really?” I asked, trying to recall just what I had done.

“Oh yeah! If the place hadn’t been so dam crowded, I would have probably fucked you right there on the bar,” she said, taking a generous step towards me. “So, tell me what your nasty mind is up to tonight, Honey,” she asked, brushing back her long, curly brunette locks.

Laying her hands on my shoulders, she let them ease down my chest and unbuttoned my blouse. “See my husband and I play these fantasy games…” I started, as she undid another button.

“Go on, I’m listening,” she whispered, staring into my eyes.

“Well, up until last week, these fantasies never actually involved other people,” I continued, as she unbuttoned the rest and pulled my blouse out of my skirt.

“OK, I see. Tell me more,” urged Jennifer, taking my blouse off.

The sweet young fragrance of her perfume filled my senses, as she leaned over and kissed my bare neck and unhooked my bra. I tried hard to catch my breath, as she seductively pulled my bra off and raised one of my melons to her mouth. As she licked and sucked my nipples, I pulled back.

“Uh, no offense, but I’m not really into other women,” I stated, and criss-crossed my arms to cover my bare chest.

“I know. Neither am I. Its just that Josh said your tits tasted so good, I had to try them for myself,” she said, lowering herself to her knees.

“He said that? God, he’s such a cute stud. Imagine him liking the taste of old lady tits?” I thought, as Jennifer ran her hands under my skirt.

Suddenly, she ripped down my panties, raised my skirt and buried her face in my pussy. Her talented tongue found my g-spot immediately. Losing all control, I fell back against the washbasin and let her bring me to a quick orgasm.

“OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GODDDD!” I yelled, as Jennifer sucked my fresh juices.

Frozen in disbelief, I watched foxy Jennifer scoop up my panties and bra and stick them in my purse. She kissed me full on the mouth, letting me taste my own cum. As quickly as she had seduced me, she fixed my skirt and returned my blouse.

“Now, what were you saying about fantasies?” She asked smiling.

“Oh yeah!” I said, shaking my head awake. “Jim arranged for me to meet this guy here.”

“That big guy, Karl?” She asked.

“I guess so. Anyway, Jim thinks it would be a thrill to watch another guy kinda get it on with me.” I admitted shyly.

“And you’re sure he picked that guy, Karl?” She asked.

“Yeah, why?” 

“I don’t know. Karl comes in her every once in a while. He’s sort of a womanizer –been trying to get in my panties for months.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. Jim just said this tall guy, with a Steeler’s cap would be waiting for me…”

“So what’s your husband’s big plan?” She asked.

“I guess, if I like him, I’ll seduce him a little. Jim should be here anytime. Personally, I think once Jim sees me putting the make on Karl, he’ll be happy enough. I hope!” I said.

“Well, just be careful Laura. That Karl can get pretty carried away,” Jennifer warned. “Oh, one more thing. I liked kissing your big tits, but I REALLY loved the taste of your pussy!”

I gave her a “thank you” kiss and we went back into the bar.

“Gosh Laura, did you fall in? I thought maybe you got tired of me and left!” Said Karl, from the end of the bar.

I laughed and downed my second drink, “No way, Big Guy! Jen and I were just having a little girl talk.”

“Little more than girl talk, I’d say!” Karl remarked looking at my open blouse.

“Oh shit!” I muttered and started to button up.

“Now don’t go and do that! I like a woman with big hooters,” he smiled and yanked me onto the dance floor.

“Tell the truth now. You and that girl were smoochin’ in there, weren’t you?” He asked, running his calloused hands under my blouse and up my bare back.

“Why would you say such a thing, Karl. I’m not into that!” I said.

“Oh yeah? So, you like doing it with guys?” 

“You bet!”

“Prove it!” He demanded.

“OK, I’ll prove it!” I said and took his head in my hands and kissed him.

Letting my fingers roam through his hair, I opened my mouth and deep-Frenched him. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and brought his hands around to fondle my tits. Circling his fat tongue with mine, I sucked it in hard. He gripped my melons like they were tomatoes, as I pulled back.

“How’s that for proof?” I winked at him.

“Not bad, but do I detect a taste of pussy?” He smirked.

“YOU FUCKER! After a world class kiss like that, and you still think I’m not into guys? The hell with you!” I yelled and jerked away from him.

He pulled me back and held me tight, while I tried to squirm away. The more I tried to escape, the more he tightened his grip.

“Let me go, you fucker. You hurting me!” I cried, pretending to be in pain.

“KARL! Let her go now!” Josh advised.

“Shut up Junior! This ain’t your affair. The lady has something to prove and she ain’t done it yet!” 

“Karl, cut the shit out, or I’m calling the cops,” warned Josh.

“No Josh. Don’t call the police. I’m sure we can work this out,” I said to Josh, remembering Jim would be along soon.

“That’s right Josh. We’re gonna work this out aren’t we little lady?” 

I nodded submissively.

He and took hold of my upper arm. With my blouse wide open, my tits swung to and fro, as he walked me back toward the restrooms. I gave a reassuring glance to Josh and Jennifer, as we neared the men’s room. Just then, directly in front of us, the front door opened. There was Jim followed by a tall black man in a Steeler’s cap. The four of us stopped dead in our tracks and starred at each other. Jim, of course, had no idea what was going down. I was suddenly and painfully aware that Karl was NOT the guy I was supposed to meet. 

“Jesus Laura, what’s going on?” Asked a bewildered Jim, starring at my chest and Karl’s huge hand holding my arm.

“Oh not much, Honey. Just seems to be a case of mistaken identity. I’ll be alright,” I said, half-smiling at Jim and his friend.

“The little lady here has something to prove, then we’ll be right back. Is that OK with you?” Asked Karl, holding me hostage.

Jim was visibly shaken, but nodded just the same, as Karl pulled me into the restroom. Certain that Josh and Jennifer would explain things to my husband, I reconciled myself to my fate. Locking the door to the small restroom, Karl began to undress. Without a word, I followed his lead and stripped out of my clothes. With both of us standing there stark naked, the big man spoke.

“You’re being very cooperative –that’s nice. I’m really not such a bad guy, once you get to know me,” he said tugging on his sizable cock.

“I never said I didn’t like you, Karl. You just have to learn a little patience,” I said, taking hold of his meat. “See, I thought you were the guy my husband lined me up with tonight,” I said, stroking his fat cock.

“So, your old man likes watching guys fuck you, is that it?”

“Well, up until now, it has been one of his fantasies,” I remarked and sat down on the toilet seat.

I pulled him toward me and took his growing erection into my mouth. Fondling his balls, I began to suck him harder and faster. His hand massaged my tit, while I slobbered and sucked down his tool.

“Your husband is going to a lucky man tonight and you are gonna be one, sore lady,” he said and pulled my hair to suck him deeper.

As his cock pushed against the back of my throat, I felt it growing. I backed away and felt the girth of it expanding by the second. Soon my jaw opened to its fullest and my lips were stretched to the point of tearing. It was far too big for me to suck. I moaned in pain, as I slowly withdrew it from my arching mouth.

“Can’t handle it, can you?” Laughed Karl, as my pussy wet with desire for it. “Before the night’s over, you’ll be begging for it,” Karl said. “Until then, let’s give your husband an appetizer, shall we?”

He held my head still with one hand and jacked his mammoth meat with the other. I sucked on the bulbous head of it, until I tasted his precum. Circling my tongue around and around the head, I sensed he was ready to ejaculate.

“OK bitch, here it comes. I’m gonna fill that beautiful mouth of yours with my cum, but don’t you swallow!” He commanded and let go a long stream of white hot cum into my mouth. “Don’t you swallow bitch! Here comes some more,” he grunted and deposited another full wad of thick cum. As it leaked from the corners of my mouth, he used his cock to force it back in. My cheeks puffed out, as he shot one final stream down my forehead and nose. I looked up at him and moaned. We dressed, as he continued to remind me not to swallow his plentiful load. Unlocking the door, he walked me back to the bar.

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“OK Laura, now give your hubby a nice big kiss,” Karl said.

I walked to Jim and let him get a nice look at what a cum-covered slut I had become. A mixture of abject apology and disgust shown on his face, as I took his head in my hands. He recoiled as I pulled his face nearer. Pressing my lips tight against his, he got a nice whiff of Karl’s fresh cum. I closed my eyes and edged my tongue past his tight lips. Letting out a familiar moan, I brushed my naked tits against him. Turning his head slightly, his mouth opened and I stuck my tongue in deeper. He pulled my body to his. Feeling the beginnings of his erection, I opened my mouth and released Karl’s entire load into his mouth. I saw his eyes open wide, as he dealt with the copious amount of starching white cream. The first taste of another man’s cum coming from his wife fully aroused him. I was so turned on watching him, I needed to be fucked right then.

Karl had gone to lock the front door during our kiss. When he returned I was in the middle of disrobing my husband. I sneaked a peak down the bar and saw Jennifer’s hand come out from under her skirt. Apparently Karl had seen what I had.

“Well now, what do we have here, a side show? Did that turn you on, little girl?” He asked Jennifer snidely.

“No! And I’m NOT a little girl!” She stated.

Karl went over to her and put his hand under her skirt. She pulled his hand away.

“Jennifer, you little slut. You’re not wearing panties!” Said Karl, licking his fingers. “I think you lied when you said Laura and Jim didn’t turn you on.”

“So what if I did?” Said Jennifer defiantly.

“Hmmm. There’s nothing wrong with being horny is there Laura?” Karl asked.

“No,” I answered politely and reached for Jim’s belt buckle.

“See Jen, Laura’s not shy about it, is she? Why she’s so horny, she’d fuck anything with a cock about now. Isn’t that so, Laura?”

I nodded, smiled and pulled Jim’s pants down.

“Why don’t you sit next to Laura over there and see how she deals with being so horny,” suggested Karl taking hold of her arm.

She ripped her arm from Karl’s grip and came to our table. She flopped down in a nearby chair, spread her legs open and slumped back like a pouting little girl. 

“Karl, you better watch yourself,” reprimanded Josh.

“Oh don’t you worry Joshy-boy, there’s plenty of sweet pussy to go around tonight,” Karl laughed. “So Hubby, why not introduce us to your friend, who was supposed to pork your old lady?”

“His name is Steve, but I never said anything about him….” Said Jim, standing, while I stroked his erection.

“No, you didn’t. Excuse me. Laura told me that,” Karl explained. “Steve, why don’t you stand up and introduce yourself to Laura?”

The tall, silent black man stood up next to me, smiled and said hello. I reached up and shook his hand and returned his hello. He started to return to his seat, when Karl stopped him.

“So Steve, you got a thing for old white pussy?” Snickered Karl.

“She don’t look that old to me,” said Steve smiling down at me.

“Thank you,” I whispered up at him.

“Well Laura, what do you think of that? I think the man would fuck you, if you let him. Why don’t you see if he’s got anything worth fucking, hmmm?”

“Should I Honey?” I said, holding on to Jim’s cock and looking up at him.

Jim smiled and nodded, as I licked some precum from his cock tip. Still kneeling on the floor between the standing men and slumping Jennifer, I reached up to Steve’s belt and undid it. Tall Steve stood silently with his hands on his hips, while I undid his pants and pulled them to the floor. Jen nervously shifted in her chair, as I pulled Steve’s shorts down. Steve’s extra long black cock sprung to immediate attention and slapped the side of my face. I heard Jim slapping his meat behind me, as I ran my hand from the base of his tool to the pinkish head. Steve’s stunning ebony meat got Jen’s attention, as she secretly hid her hand under her skirt again. 

“Josh, what are you doing?” Cried Jennifer, seeing her brother now standing between Jim and Steve.

“Just came over for a better look. Don’t want to miss the action, ya know!” Answered Josh staring down at my boobs.

“You want in this action too, Baby?” I asked.

Not waiting for his reply, I went to work on his pants. Josh’s young, delicious 8-inch cock had a delightful little turn in it. I reached and stroked it with my left hand, while I long-stroked Steve’s cock with the other.

“God Jen, so many delightful choices. What do you think?” I asked turning toward her.

Jen had seen enough, and was thoroughly aroused, perhaps at finally seeing her brother’s cock. She stood up and tore open her top and stepped out of her skirt. Her large rounded tits were every bit as big as mine, but her slim tummy, long legs and trimmed pussy were more than I could compete with.

“I think I’ll start with you,” she said to Jim and walked him over to the pool table.

I figured that was my cue to start sucking some cock, as I watched my husband first mount the pool table, then Jennifer. I soon discovered Josh’s cock was the perfect size for deep-throating, so I had him lay on the floor. Leaning over to suck Josh off, Steve entered my pussy from behind. Finally, my first real fucking in three weeks! I was on fire. Listening to Jim and Jen balling each other, only made me fuck harder. Steve thrust his long black rod into my cunt, so hard I kept losing my mouth-hold on Josh’s tool. Soon I felt Steve grip my ass and thrust in me one more time, filling my pussy with hot spunk. He pulled out his cock and I immediately mounted Josh on the floor.

Josh’s sweet cock wasn’t as long as Steve’s, but it was much thicker. This brought me to an unexpected orgasm. The longer I rode him, the more intense my climax became. When he reached up and pulled my tits I came again. Leaning down, I let him suck my boobs and slow-fuck me with long strokes. Pulling my ass cheeks apart, he inserted a finger in my asshole and I came again. In the middle of that orgasm, he turned us over, hoisted my legs up to his shoulders and deep fucked me. His stamina was remarkable, as he pounded my pussy relentlessly.

“Jesus Christ Josh! Are you ever going to cum? How long can you keep this up?” I said, running out of breath.

“I can go all night for you Laura, if you want?” He said, with a devilish grin. “Maybe you’d like to take a break?” He asked.

“That might be best, Baby. You’re wearin’ me out!” I exclaimed.

He let my legs down and slowly pulled his slick pussy-pleasing meat out. I sat up and looked over at the pool table, where Jen had just finished fucking Steve. Pulling myself up to the pool table. I could easily see she was nearly exhausted as I was.

“Hi, that felt top looks a little more comfortable than that fucking floor. May I join you?” I asked.

The long-legged brunette moved over to one side and motioned me to join her. “I’m afraid the slate on this thing isn’t much better, but welcome aboard,” She offered.

I climbed up and slid next to her. Facing each other, side by side, we fondled each other’s big melons and smiled. Josh went back to the bar to fix us some drinks, while Jim and Steve stood on either side of the pool table ogling us. Karl the instigator, sat uncharacteristically quiet on a barstool, surveying the situation.

“That husband of yours sure gives a good fuck,” whispered Jen. 

“I know. Steve’s very good too, but he’s so fast,” I remarked.

“I know what you mean! So, how’s Josh?” She inquired, running her hand over my hip.

“Ummmm. Baby, your little brother is one mother-fucker! We must have done it for a good 20 minutes and he still didn’t get off. You should do him,” I suggested and ran my hand between her closed thighs.

“Me, do Josh? Are you crazy? That’s fucking incest! Beside, he’d never…” She started, as I shoved my hand closer to her trimmed bush.

“Never say never, Jennifer! If you’ve ever thought about what it would be like, now’s as good a time as any to try. Don’t you think?” I whispered and teased her pussy lips with my finger.

She let out a moan and raised her leg, allowing me full access to her pussy. Recalling how she had pleased me earlier, I swiveled around and started eating her out. A good portion of Jim and Steve’s cum oozed out of her tight hole, as I spread her lips apart. Frantically, I sucked and lapped up every last drop, until I was left with nothing but the taste of her sweet nectar. I heard Josh’s voice serving the drinks to the other men, and knew he was at Jennifer’s head of the table. Maneuvering Jen’s pelvis for a good tongue-fucking, I felt her hands pull my hips over her. We were locked in a lesbian 69, with my ass facing directly at Josh. Jen and I licked away at each other’s pussies, until we were both on the verge of orgasm.

“Dam, I wish that bartender would do his job, and serve me a stiff one!” I said loud enough for everyone’s ears.

“Yeah Josh, go on and give her a stiff one!” Laughed Jim, from my end of the table.

I briefly looked back to see Josh climbing on the pool table behind me. The next sensation I felt, besides Jen’s tongue on my slit, was Josh’s cock sliding down my ass crack and easily into my saturated pussy. He picked up right where he had left me, as his deep thrusts filled my cunt. I knew Jennifer had a wonderfully unobstructed, close-up view of her brother’s cock fucking me. It was only a matter of time, before she took advantage of the situation. Josh’s strokes began to slow, as Jen’s tongue teased the edge of my pussy and his dick simultaneously. He gave me one more deep thrust and with his hard cock throbbing inside me, I heard him let out a yell. Jennifer was sucking her brother’s balls.

“Oh GOD, I’m CUMING! I can’t stop it! God DAM!” Josh yelled and I felt the first shot of his hot semen in my pussy.

I lunged forward and sat up on my knees, while his cock erupted and fell out of my pussy.

“Take him Jen! TAKE HIM!” I commanded, and moved off of her.

His sister automatically shoved her brother’s shooting cock into her mouth. “NO, No, I can’t. It isn’t ri---“ Josh yelled, trying to stop the inevitable.

“Yes Josh, you can do it! She wants you. See!” I said, massaging his ass.

He finally looked down at his beautiful sister wantonly sucking his potent cock. Licking my fingers, I slowly inserted two of them into his rectum. Bending them slightly I stroked his prostate gland, which took him to the ultimate climax. There was no holding back now. His thick cock erupted stream after stream of starchy jism into Jen’s mouth, before she whipped it out and sprayed her massive tits with it. I was enjoying the whole erotic sight, when Jim and Steve took me by my arms and helped me off the pool table.

“What are you guys up to?” I laughed, knowing full well what they had in mind.

They led me to a back office with a sleeper sofa. They had pulled out the sleeper.

“Now this is more like it boys!” I said, appreciating their concern for my comfort.

I stretched out on the thin mattress, spread my legs and beckoned Steve to mount me. The thin black stud wasted no time in impaling my waiting pussy with his long rod.

“Take your time Sweety. There’s no rush. Now come here Jim and let me suck your cock, while you watch your friend fuck me.”




Mistaken Identity



Jim knelt, while I sucked him off and tried to pace the black stranger. Poor Steve simply couldn’t control his excitement. My pleading for him to slow down only seemed to make him want me more, as he prematurely shot his wad into me again. Jim was so taken with Steve fucking me, he soon emptied his load in my mouth.

“My, you guys sure are full of spunk tonight! Am I’m that sexy to make you both cum so fast?” I smiled and massaged my pussy and tits. “Can’t you see I need a nice slow fucking? Now which one of you can give me that, hmmmm?” 

“You rang Ma’am?” Said Karl from beyond the shadows.

“There you are Karl! I was wondering what happened to you?” I asked, writhing on the mattress.

“Just biding my time little lady –waitin’ ‘til you needed a decent fucking,” he said disrobing.

Grabbing hold of both of my legs at the knees, I spread my pussy wide to accept his fat cock. He knelt at my snatch and slapped his fat dong against my wet pussy.

“So, is this what you want, Baby?” He scoffed and parted my lips with his big cock head.

“Yeah. Give me all you got big boy. Fuck me now!”

He slowly fed the rest of his erect dick into me. The girth of his tool stretched my lips, as it filled my vagina. I knew from the restroom escapade, there would be more stretching required. Letting my legs drape over his strong arms, I felt his meat growing inside me with each thrust. Staring up at Jim, with a face of despair and desire, I screamed.

“YES KARL, YOU BASTARD! Fuck my pussy, fuck me hard!”

Trying my best to wrap my legs around his large frame, I squealed as his swollen cock pistoned in and out. After several minutes of frantic fucking, he slowed his pace.  He was making me savor the subtle flexes of his full meat inside me. Feeling his master tool against my cervix and rolling my clit, I had my first of many orgasms with the big man. Thirty minutes, maybe 45 went by, and he was still reaming me out. The two of us turned into a steamy sweaty mess and the other two men were loving every sultry minute. Finally Karl’s grunts and lingering deep thrusts told me he was ready to explode. Gazing overhead, I could see Steve’s cock glistening with precum and Jim, surprisingly wasn’t far behind.

“Come on Baby! Give me all you got! I want your hot cum in my pussy. Don’t stop! Yes, YES!” I screamed, as huge Karl emptied his enormous cock in my love hole. His juice instantly lubricated my sore pussy, while Steve shot out another load from his long black monster onto my tits.

“See what a cum slut your wife is? Come on Jim. I need your cum on me. Come on Honey and give it to me!” I begged, as my husband milked out another shot of transparent cum on my face. “Ummmm, such lovely cocks! I could eat you all up!”

I got to my knees and sucked each man’s spent cock until they were clean. Wearing the cum on my face like a badge of honor or a rite of passage, I followed the three of them back to the bar. Josh and Jennifer were going at each other like a pair of first time lovers. Jen was like some primal feline riding a bucking stallion. Her long dark curls and massive tits flying wildly with each rhythmic thrust from her brother.

“Je-sus, thank-God your-back Lau-ra!” She yelled, between thrusts. “We-been fuc-king like this, since you left. I can’t make him cum!”

“You poor baby! Josh, you are SUCH A STUD! Let’s see if we can’t rectify this problem, so to speak. Josh, come on now, you don’t want to wear out your welcome, do you?” I said, tugging on his arm.

“Dam, she’s so fucking beautiful. I mean you BOTH are, but I never realized how long I’ve wanted her!” Exclaimed Josh, loosening his grip on his sister.

“And, I want you too Josh. I just need a break, WHEW!” Said Jen, as she climbed down from the cum-stained pool table.

I had Josh and his 8-inch slick boner sit down on a straight chair. Dipping my fingers in my own honey pot, I spread plenty of spunk over my asshole. I spread my legs and backed up to his lap. Lowering myself down, I felt his rod on my pussy.

“No Baby, I need you to fuck my ass! That’s it right there. Now, don’t move; let me take you in.” I instructed and slowly let his thick meat slide inside my puckered hole. Once I’d taken it all I brought his hands to my tits and had Jennifer feed him her big tits. As he sucked on Jen’s melons and played with mine, I began contracting my sphincter around his cock. The more I tightened, the more his cock throbbed inside me.

“Oh GOD! It’s so tight, and your tits are so beautiful!” He yelled, between sucks.

“That’s right Baby! I’m gonna make a tit-man out of you yet. Now you need to fuck my ass and shoot your wad in my asshole, OK?” I said and started hard-riding his rigid rod.

Listening to the slurping, sucking and popping sounds behind me, I knew his sister was doing her job. I held his hands tight on my chest and made him grip my big jugs, as I pile-drived his wicked cock into my ass. While the other three men stood and jacked their cocks at my face, I rode Josh to a quick climax.

“Ummmm, that’s it Baby. Shoot that hot jizz into my fucking asshole! God, it feels so good!” 

Black Steve worked up another load for me, which I eagerly sucked in my mouth, as Josh pumped in a few last spurts of cum. I climbed off of his still hard meat, turned and formed a boob sandwich with Jen. With his head buried between our melons, Josh slobbered and sucked our hard nipples. He had died and gone to boob heaven. At least that’s how he expressed it later.

This was the first and last time the six of us got it on. Jim and I still frequent that seedy little bar. When the time is right, say on an occasional slow Wednesday night, we always ask Josh if he wants to close up early. He’s never said “no” yet. 




Mistaken Identity at a Party



All participants in this story are over 18 and any resemblance to people living or dead is fully in the mind of the author. Another story I wish was actually me but is just a product of my imagination.

This is loosely based on something that happened to me when I was in university. I didn't get nearly as far but a bit of mistaken identity almost turned out this way for me. Hope you enjoy it.

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He was very, very tired. It had been an extremely long week and he had no idea what possessed him to go out to the party. He was finding it was a little too loud in the living room and he couldn't carry on a conversation with anyone over the drone of the people. Not that he knew many folks here anyways. He had managed to snag a chair early in the evening and had camped out in the corner and his friend Nat had been bringing him a steady stream of alcohol. He made the necessary small talk with those around him for a bit then just found himself watching the party. Without realizing it he drifted off.

He started awake very suddenly and his friends all had a laugh at his sheepish grin. Nat just sighed and got up from where she was entwined with her boyfriend on the sofa and pulled him up out of the chair.

"C'mon, sleepy, have a nap for a bit and then join the party..." she said as she pulled him down the hallway. Her sock feet made slipping motions on the hard wood floors as he allowed himself to be led. She checked a couple doors before finding one she approved of.

She pushed him into the darkened room and he just made out a corner of a bed spread before she closed the door behind him shutting off the meager light from the hallway. He fumbled forward a couple steps before his knees crashed into the wooden bed frame and he swore quietly. Groping around him he found the head of the bed and lay down, exhausted. The bed smelled like fabric softener and he went to sleep dreaming of clean laundry.

When he next woke up the room was much warmer than before as rooms often become once a sleeping body is in it for a while. He sat up and pulled off his cotton sweater, leaving just a t-shirt. Blearily he also reached down and slid off his shoes, letting them fall to the floor with a pair of thumps. He then bunched up the pillow and fell promptly back to sleep on the soft coverlet. It occurred to him to seek out the young lady whose room this was and marry her.

His eyes opened again later and he could just make out the light from the hallway under the door. He wasn't sure what had woken him until he realized there was an arm across his chest. His first thought was one of terror. Who was this? His hand went to the arm and he quickly realized it was a girl's arm attached to a very shapely shoulder. Inwardly he sighed in relief. They must have stumbled in too. He tried to disentangle himself but whoever it was didn't appear to want to let go and the hand went down around his side and they nuzzled in close to him. Her head moved up onto his chest and she squeezed him tighter.

Oh well, when in Rome.

He simply lay there trying to sleep and just praying it wasn't some jock's drunken girlfriend. It was so comfortable in the room that he almost forgot he was wrapped in a girl's arms. He just tried to keep his hands in a purely PG-13 position for posterity.

Whoever it was they weren't easing up. They had a vise grip on his ribs. He moved his hand slowly down her arm to his ribs and gave a few half-hearted tugs to see if he could get free without waking her but she just shrugged off his hand and rose up on one arm over him.

"If you want sex just ask for it, okay, don't be so shy." she said. He didn't recognize the voice but it was slightly blurry either from sleep or too much alcohol he couldn't tell.

"Listen, I don't think..." he tried to say, but her lips came down onto his and her tongue moved into his mouth. Hard. He actually had to grab her by the hair to keep her from smothering him. When he grabbed her hair and pulled it back she moaned loudly into his mouth before breaking the kiss.

"Again..." she said, putting her face into his neck and licking his skin lightly.

"Listen I am not wh..." he tried to protest again but she moved up and kissed him again, this time more softly her tongue seeking his. She was a very good kisser. He tried to pull her away again but she moved her body up half on top of his and her hand went to the side of his face and just behind his neck pulling him into the kiss.

Despite himself he was getting excited. She continued to kiss him and their bodies pressed together even more tightly. He was distinctly conscious of her body next to his as she curved herself into his side. He began to run the hand that was trapped under her up and down her back. The smooth curve of her spine was slightly damp with sweat and her silky skin demanded attention. Moving up from her waist he was surprised to feel a satiny top. He moved his other arm up to embrace her, running both his hands up her spine, dragging his fingertips lightly up he realized that whatever she was wearing had very thin spaghetti straps and felt very much like lingerie. Moving lower they met the waistband of jeans and crept inside, the fingertips moving along the top of her panties. Cotton. Something about cotton has always aroused him and he lets his fingers play along her lower back and dip lower to feel the top of her shapely ass.

The kissing continued and he pulled her up on top of him so she was laid out on his chest, straddling him slightly. Only the thin layers of their jeans separated the heat of them. He raised his hips slightly to rub his crotch against hers and she moaned again into his mouth grinding down against him and it was his turn to moan.

Things were rapidly spiraling out of control but they were beyond caring. Driving her hand down between them she grabbed his crotch through his jeans and while still kissing him began to stroke his hardness.

He decided to make one last attempt at sanity.

"Listen, I really..." he started but she popped the button on his jeans and her hand swiftly went onto his cock directly through his underwear, squeezing. He stopped trying and decided he must be dreaming. His hands went into her hair and he realized it was cut short, about shoulder length. His fingers entwined tightly again and pull rhythmically as he kissed her and she continued to squeeze his hardness. 

She pulled away from the kiss suddenly and moved down his body. Seated next to him she gave a frustrated sound and pulled his t-shirt out of his pants and went to work on the rest of the buttons of his jeans. With three sharp snaps his pants were open and she leaned down to nuzzle him. Her hot breath moved across his cock through his underwear and he involuntarily moved his hips upward. When he did this she gave a triumphant cry and pulled his jeans down slightly giving her full access to his erection..

He felt her hair on his stomach as she laid her head on his belly looking down at his cock as she played. Running her hands under the waistband of his underwear she pulled them back exposing him. She was curled up making happy sounds and his hands were at the small of her back and neck, rubbing softly. He loved the feel of her silk camisole against his skin so he pulled off his t-shirt, which is hard to do when lying flat on a strange bed with a girl curled up in your lap.

She was holding him upright and running her hand up and down his length, her thumb occasionally rubbing the wetness over the head as she moved her head closer. He tensed, uncertain, until she placed her moist lips at the top of his hard shaft and kissed him near his pubic hair while still stroking him softly. Keeping contact with his cock with her mouth she moved her lips up and down, moaning softly.

His breathing became more pronounced and he became less certain this was a dream because dreams didn't usually work out this well. His hand went back to her waistband along the soft skin of her back and he ran his fingers across the notch at the top of her ass. She moved it conveniently closer and then pulled his cock closer to her. She ran her tongue over the head wetly then pulled it into her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks she moved it in and out a few quick strokes before taking it out and flouncing back up to her knees.

"Enough of that for a minute I think!" she exclaimed happily as she ran her hands up and down his chest, running her fingers through his downy chest hair. Not one to be complacent he sat up and reached up to stroke her cheek. He could barely make out her outline in the darkened room but he managed not to poke her in the eye. She sighed and leaned into his hand. Pushing up for another kiss he quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and laid her down as she giggled.

Kneeling up beside her, his jeans undone, he quickly tucked himself back in. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips again, pulling her tongue into his mouth. He nibbled at her lips slightly before taking his kisses down to her neck. His tongue played tic-tac-toe on the soft flesh at the nape and he let his hands wander down over her breasts, the thin camisole the only barrier to his touch. He could feel her hard nipples through the silky fabric and he allowed his face to follow his hands, raining moist kisses. He kissed down her chest and across the fabric until he reached her tummy. She giggled again and tried to push his head away as he put just the tip of his tongue into her navel and wiggled it but he pushed her flat with one hand while he put his other flat on her navel and began to move it south.

She went stock still as his hand went into the waistband inside her jeans. He almost stopped, not sure what the signal meant but he needn't have worried as she sucked in her breath to allow him access. He held his breath as his hand moved down over the cotton panties and towards her wetness. He could feel her arousal and she spread her legs slightly as he moved his hand further down. She ran her hand over his arm as he worked slowly at her and when his hand finally could go no farther due to the constricting jeans she simply reached down and popped the button and pulled back the flap giving him full access.

She began to squirm with anticipation. His hand moved slowly up her inner thigh. He had always loved the soft, sexy feeling of a woman's inner thigh and his lips longed to be there in place of his hand. When at last he reached the top of the journey, she quivered at the first soft touch of my finger to her clit through the cotton but he then moved quickly away. He moved his fingers lower, over the lips of her pussy and with the lightest strokes he could manage, began rubbing left and right, slightly parting the petals, moving slowly deeper into her wetness and becoming more aroused even as he pleasured her through the thin cotton of her panties.

She let out a long breath and then pulled out from underneath him and quickly moved out of the bed to stand next to it. She shucked her jeans and panties in one swift motion and jumped back onto the bed to kneel next to him. They were kneeling facing each other now, her lips sought his and she reached down to start pulling his pants off too, her hands more often stroking his cock than doing any real good at disrobing him. By the end they were both panting and the only clothing left was her silk camisole the rest now joining his shoes and her jeans on the floor.

Laying her back onto the bed again his hand went back to the juncture of her thighs to continue his ministrations.

Her lips parted easily in the wetness and warmth of her arousal as his fingers moved more insistently at her lower lips. As she moaned and pressed herself up against his hand he inserted a gentle finger into her opening being careful to stay away from her clitoris. With his free hand he continued to stroke the bare skin of her arms and stomach while his finger moved in and out of her. He inserted another finger and then leaned down to put his mouth near her clitoris and lightly dragged his tongue across it while he worked. He let his tongue move gently against his fingers as he pushed them into her, she tasted like heaven but he couldn't do what he wanted in this position.

Sliding down the bedspread he moved down between her thighs and spread wide to give himself better access.

His hands returned to the paradise between her legs and he chose to torture her clit with soft circles of wet tonguing. Her hips gyrated as she pressed herself up against his mouth striving for the satisfying pressure of his tongue. He fingered her more quickly as she seemed to enjoy the sensation of his hands moving roughly within her. His tongue moved against her clitoris, flicking lightly in time with his stroking hand.

She moaned often and was tossing her head back and forth in pleasure. Finally he relented easing off of her sensitive button and when at last she was near orgasm, he focused on keeping the rhythm she wanted, fingers deep inside, thrusting. The end came quickly as she suddenly stopped breathing, froze as if electricity had suddenly replaced the blood in her veins, and then erupted in moans of pleasure her thighs clamped down on his hand.

Grinning like the proverbial cat, he helped work her down from her orgasm, mercilessly and slowly driving his fingers in and out of her to keep the pressure high but no so much as to be uncomfortable. She shivered as she lay in a sweaty heap on the covers.

"Come here" she said, pulling him up to her, between her legs. Pulling her knees up slightly She reached down between them putting his cock in line with her. He instinctively held himself up on his hands as she rubbed him once on her clitoris and then sliding him down and then into her. With a groan he lowered himself until he was fully inside of her and her arms went around his neck pulling him tightly against her. She was incredibly wet and the heat around his cock was amazing as she pushed hard up against his thrusts. 

They made no pretext as he fucked her, driving deep inside of her. He slowly drew one of his legs up from where it was laid out and this subtly changed the angle at which he entered her, forcing his strokes up towards her g-spot. Dragging her arms from around his neck he gathered them in one hand and pressed them hard above her head into the soft pillow as he pushed into her with more passion. She hunched her head forward in pleasure; whimpering, and the bed began to squeak slightly. He realized where he was and stopped suddenly about halfway out. They were both breathing heavily and he sensed she too was watching the hallway door, wondering if anyone heard. After a moment the tension passed and they laughed quietly at their shared fear.

She pushed him all the way out and got up on her hands and knees and pulled him forward. He guided his hard cock back into her from behind as she grabbed the headboard, almost kneeling on the pillows, her hands gripping the heavy wooden frame. He went back into her in a single smooth stroke as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her back onto him. He began to fuck her strongly, not caring at this point if the bed fell apart, let alone a little squeaking.

The sound of skin pressing together was the only sound other than their panting at this point as they moved together. She reached back and stroked his chest lightly as she leaned forward against the headboard; head turned trying to watch him in the dark as he fucked her from behind. Knowing he had not yet cum she began to squeeze her muscles around him as he stroked. She knew a few tricks too.

He groaned out loud.

"No...fair..." he said through gritted teeth as he thrust into her one last time, unable to survive the pleasure she was exerting on him. His cock swelled once, and then exploded inside of her. He pushed in as far as he could as she rocked back against him, cooing with pleasure. His knees almost collapsed as he moved slowly in and out enjoying the feeling of her around him.

After a few minutes he pulled out from her and rested back on his haunches, breathless.

"Thanks uh..." he said, not sure how to proceed now that the passion was subsiding. He didn't even know who she was.

"You are welcome, lover. I missed you so much I just couldn't wait! Sorry I woke you. I thought your bus wasn't going to get in until tomorrow" she said in husky voice. In the dark he could tell she was reclining back against the pillows watching him. "I was really surprised to find you already here when I got home from work. Pleasantly surprised. Did you miss me?"



Mistaken Identity at the Beach



Disclaimer: If you hate wife sharing fantasies don't read this story; instead click on the "romance" tag for some great stories of hot one on one monogamous sex. 

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Steve

We were vacationing in Hawaii. My wife Emily and I are in our mid 30's and have been married for 10 faithful and wonderful years. My wife is a tall blonde with thin blonde hair over her beautiful pussy, large generous breasts, slim, with a small butt, and long well shaped muscular legs that she locks around me sometimes during lovemaking. Emily had only a few serious boyfriends before we got married so my 6 1/2 inch cock was the largest she'd ever seen. Even though she's a knockout, she's kind of shy and so it was unusual that she agreed to spend the day at the nude beach. I was proud that Emily collected more than a few appreciative stares as we walked down the beach. Finally we chose a spot in a secluded inlet with only a few people there. After sunning and playing in the water we had a picnic lunch. After noon, one by one the other beach goers left and we had our little patch of beach all to ourselves. Emily lay back on our blanket with her big hat covering her face for shade to take a little nap. I went back in the water, moving a bit back up the beach where the surf broke better for body surfing.

Emily

I must have napped a little in our idyllic spot after Steve went to the water, and awakened as I heard him returning. I had been in the sun quite a while for my pale skin, but I did not feel like moving. So I asked Steve if he would be a dear and rub some more sunscreen on me. Without a word he complied, starting on my shoulders and then my arms. He dripped lotion onto my breasts and spread it around with just his fingertips, teasing me. I would have been mortified if anyone had seen us, but since we had this inlet all to ourselves I just lay back purring and enjoying his gentle touch. The hat covering my face added to my erotic pleasure, since without sight I was focused all the more intensely on the sensual pleasure my husband was giving me. He rubbed lotion on my breasts for a long time, fondling them as he went, before finally moving down across my tummy and sides. My nipples were erect and my pussy was starting to become moist with arousal. 

Stece paid the same slow sensuous attention to my tummy and hips before moving down the tops and outsides of my thighs, and not forgetting the tops of my feet. I was in heaven. Steve moved my left leg up, bent at the knee to give him access to rub lotion all around my lower leg, knee, and then up to my inner thighs. I knew that in this position he had a clear view of my pussy and must have noticed my labia beginning to swell in arousal, my clitoris begin to emerge from its sheath, and my juices beginning to collect at the entrance to my cunt. His cock would feel so good in me at this moment, I thought about fucking him right then and there. But although we were alone at the moment, there was no telling when someone else might show up. So I'd just have to content myself with ravaging his body later at the hotel. For the time I'd just enjoy his teasing touch.

His hands came tantalizingly close to my pussy as he massaged lotion into my left thigh, but never quite touching. Steve always enjoys teasing me. He moved my left leg down and started on my right, repeating the sequence until he was again caressing my thigh maddeningly close to my pussy which felt as though it were on fire. Then his fingers grazed my labia and the feeling was electric. I wanted to kiss him, but even more I wanted to just lay back passively and let Steve continue his erotic ministrations, so that's what I did. I lifted my hips slightly to press my crotch against his hand, and my husband responded by flicking his finger lightly across my clitoris. Oh yes, my clit was fully engorged now and out of its sheath. I get so very sensitive. I was so hot; I needed release. I wondered if Steve was going to get me off fingering me right here on the beach. So wicked to enjoy sex out in public like this! Later at the hotel I promised myself I would pay my dear husband back, taking lavish care of his beautiful cock.

Steve

The water was warm and the waves were great. I guess I stayed out longer than I had intended. I looked back up the beach towards our inlet and couldn't see anyone. I guessed Emily must have taken a nap after all. Well, no need to hurry, only to wake her up. Let her rest. I had plans for her that night back at our hotel and she might need her strength. I went back into the surf.

James

When we came around the point we saw this gorgeous blonde laying out on a blanket with a hat over her face. She had nice big boobs and wide areola. She was naturally blonde too, as you could tell from her soft downy blonde pubic hair. I went closer to get a better look. Then to my surprise and delight she asked me to rub sunscreen on her. She didn't stir, just kept lying there on her back, so it was clear she wanted the sunscreen all across her front. Well she wouldn't have to ask me twice. I didn't say a word, and just began to give the lady her wish.

Ken

Lucky James walked up to her first so he's the one she asked to rub sunscreen on her. All I could do was watch. I would have loved to help with the sunscreen but didn't want to break the spell. So watching was still great. This was one hot woman!

James

I gave this beautiful stranger a slow sensuous massage while I applied the sunscreen, not moving quickly to her erogenous zones in case she might take offense. But as I slowly dared more and more the beauty just sighed. Far from objecting she definitely wanted me to touch her - everywhere. When I finally moved up to her pussy she was very turned on, her pussy just dripping with passion. As was I. My 8 inch cock was pointing at the sky and quivering with excitement at my every heartbeat. When I slipped a finger into her cunt she just moaned softly and whispered "yes," the only word she had spoken since asking me to apply her sunscreen. She had a great clit, really big, and standing out proudly begging to be touched. So of course I touched it and touched it again. The blonde stranger was bucking her hips upward trying to get more contact but I didn't give it. Because I knew what she really needed. And what I needed. 

Steve

The waves were exceptional and I was having a great time. I kind of lost track of how long I'd been gone. I wondered if Emily was still napping on the blanket or had awakened. I hoped she was enjoying herself.

Emily

One of the parts I enjoy most about lovemaking is the time when Steve's penis is poised just at the entrance to my cunt, his cock head nestled against my labia, the delicious anticipation of incredible pleasure to come. I'd make that moment last forever, except that I also have a burning need to have my cunt filled with hot man meat. I no longer worried about someone coming up the beach and seeing us. I no longer thought about the outside world at all. I couldn't think of anything but my husband's penis so hot where it pressed against my pussy. I could feel it pulsing. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

So as Steve's penis rested at my entrance I savored the moment as though it lasted forever, while fervently wishing for him to end it with a thrust of his hips. My husband was nibbling on my breasts, sucking my nipples more roughly than he normally does. I didn't object. It didn't really hurt, and it felt exciting knowing the he was also being carried away by passion. As much as I had enjoyed the moment before his entry I enjoyed even more the spreading fullness inside me as his cock finally thrust into me, a fraction of an inch, an inch, two inches, slowly, deeper and deeper into my yielding body came my husband's cock. Deeper. He must be so very turned on, Steve's penis felt bigger than ever. Ever deeper he pressed into me. 

Something was wrong. Too deep. My husband had never felt like this before. I threw off my hat and looked up into the face of a stranger with short dark hair. He was kind of handsome really, though I scolded myself immediately for thinking such a thing in this situation. The stranger's eyes were closed in ecstasy as he fucked me, his long penis sliding in and out of my cunt in a steadily increasing rhythm. Steve had always told me that I was a very desirable woman and that any man would love to have me. For a moment I watched the stranger's bliss and thought Steve must be right.

I realized what must have happened, and this stranger was the one who had so expertly pleasured my skin as I mistook him for my husband. Despite the pleasure coursing through my body my reverie was over in a minute as I forced myself back to reality. This was all a big mistake. This was a stranger, and I was a married woman who loved my husband. I tried to push the stranger off of me, but my body betrayed me as a climax approached. I tried to avoid the onrushing orgasm but could not. As the stranger drove his cock in me to the hilt again all I could think about was how his cock was reaching depths of my cunt that Steve's cock has never touched, and I began a powerful orgasm. Forgetting my intention to push him off of me I grabbed the stranger's butt and pulled him into me as my vagina pulsed and squeezed his long member. That set him off. He took a few more short fast strokes, gave a cry, and began ejaculating into my cunt. Deep into my cunt. It felt fantastic. I held him close as I slowly came down from my orgasmic high.

Finally my brain started to work again. I thought, I've just fucked a stranger. But it wasn't really cheating. It was just a mistake. Steve will understand. Or does Steve have to even know? Finally the dark haired stranger rolled off of me, his penis still long but rapidly softening, sliding out of my hole with a wet squishing sound and flopping onto the blanket. 

Ken

When James finally finished with the blonde I was mad with lust. This wasn't any time for slow sweet seduction. This woman was in her fucking zone and I was more than ready to do my part. As James moved off I moved in, and slid my ravenous cock into her hot pussy in one stroke. Her pussy was so hot! I'd never felt such rapture. Even though James has a long dick and mine is an average 5 1/2 inches, mine is actually thicker than his. So the blonde's cunt squeezed tightly around my cock.

Emily

I caught just one sight of the short brown haired man before he shoved his cock into me. He was hairy all over. The penis I saw before it disappeared between my legs was kind of short with lots of veins standing out all over it. What was I doing? What was happening to me? Here I was fucking a second stranger, and with no more intention to do so than the first. I had no thought of rolling this guy off of me though. I'd already fucked one stranger, so would two really be so much worse? This new cock felt good in my hungry cunt. It was short but wonderfully thick. He felt so good moving inside of me that I resolved just to go with the flow and enjoy it. I'd had one delightful orgasm from my first strange lover and now I looked forward to another with the second. 

The hairy guy didn't last very long, but I was so turned on that was enough for me. As he climaxed and shot his semen into me, I had another orgasm too. As I'd done with the first stranger I held him close, keeping his penis inside my vagina while it slowly shrank and while my orgasmic high passed. I looked over and saw that the first stranger had recovered his erection and was stroking his penis as he watched me fucking his friend. Hmm, I thought, maybe I'd even get more than two orgasms. Men always last longer the second time, if they can manage a second time. This was my first good look at the penis that had been inside me, the first penis other than my husband's that had ever been in me in our 10 years of marriage. If I had to break my marriage vows it was a good one to break them for. It had to be at least 8 inches long, beautiful smooth and straight, with a perfectly shaped glans. I reached for it and took it into my mouth.

I had given Steve blow jobs before. But I had never before had one cock in my mouth while another was in my cunt. It felt deliciously sinful and wonderful, even if the one in my cunt was slowly shrinking away. I wondered how it would feel to have two hard cocks inside me together. I squeezed my vagina around the hairy man's cock but it had softened and I just squeezed it out of me. I needed that space filled again, so I pushed the dark stranger back onto the blanket and mounted him supine. Reaching back I guided that long beautiful pole into my cunt again, and began riding him.

James

Having already cum, this time I knew I'd be able to last a long time and I did, giving the gorgeous stranger another orgasm. She was by far the hottest woman I had ever been with. But then I noticed that in a way she wasn't entirely nude. She was wearing one thing - a wedding band. Wow, this vixen was married. I wondered where her husband was and if he knew what his wife was up to. As if on cue, and before I was able to cum a man arrived who appeared to be the missing husband. I had no idea what to expect, but my cock wasn't about to let me pull out now. So I just continued to let the woman ride me as the man approached.

Steve

As I approached our blanket I saw there were other people there. Then as I drew nearer I saw to my shock that my wife was fucking one of them. Her back turned to me she was slowly bouncing up and down riding a very long cock. I had no idea what to do as I drew closer. There was another man there too, and from his wet dick and semen matted in his pubic hair he must have been fucking my wife as well. Emily continued to ride her strange lover. I could see my wife's pussy lips clinging to the stranger's cock on each upstroke. My dick had its own idea of what to do, and sprang to full attention high against my belly. Just then Emily turned around and saw me. I don't know what I expected, crying, some kind of apology. What I didn't expect was that she asked me if she could suck my cock. Well, whatever was happening here my cock definitely wanted to be sucked, and we could sort out the rest later. So I gave it to her.

Emily

I was scared when Steve called my name. What did he think of me? I'd turned into a slut. What would he do? The dark stranger must have realized it was my husband and also been scared because for a minute he stopped thrusting into me and just stared at Steve's approach. But then even with my husband standing there the stranger started moving his hips again and grasped my hips to move me up and down again on his rigid cock. Steve wasn't hitting or shouting. He just watched, his penis erect and quivering in the air. He was enjoying watching me fuck this man. So I turned my attention back to sliding up and down the stranger's pole. 

It was so fortunate that Steve wasn't mad at me because it meant I could get my wish of having two hard dicks in me at once. I called Steve to me and he responded at once The stranger's big penis felt as good as before stretching my vagina, and Steve's familiar cock felt like heaven in my mouth. I attacked it with relish. We must have fucked like that for half an hour. I kept pacing my attention to Steve's cock so that he would not climax, because I was determined that he would provide my third cock of the day.

So when the stranger thrust deep and ejaculated in me for the second time I was ready. I didn't wait for him to soften this time but slid off him while his cock was still squirting cum. It was a long way up before that long pole was finally free of my cunt. God, he was big. Without a pause I rolled over and pulled my husband on top of me. His wonderful familiar cock was fully in me in a single stroke. Steve fucked me with abandon as though he needed to match or surpass the performance of his rivals. But of course he didn't need to. He had no rivals. My husband knew my body and my responses so well everything he did was just right, his tempo perfectly matching the waves of my passion. He pressed his pubis against my clit, his cock probing my depths while he gently nibbled on my neck and ear. I drew a sharp breath as I felt another orgasm approaching.

"Oh Steve I love you!" I gasped. "I'm going to cum. Oh you're so good. It feels so good. Yes, do it Fuck me like that. I'm going to cum. I want you to cum. Cum in me Steve. I want your semen in me. Ahhh." My orgasm just kept on and on and Steve kept stroking in me until finally I felt his cock swelling even larger and his cum squirting out in me. I pulled him to my embrace and relished our climax together.

Steve

I still didn't know how this happened, how my shy and faithful wife had come to fuck two strangers. Emily and I definitely had some talking to do. But that was for later. For right now my cock was happy and I was happy. I also felt proud of my wife. I had never doubted that Emily was a beautiful and desirable woman, but now I had living proof of it. And powerful. By herself she had overcome three virile men and drained our cocks. And after all that she was still all mine.

I looked over at the two strangers who had been watching Emily and me fucking. The tall guy with the long cock looked exhausted sitting there with his shriveled penis. The short guy had a full erection and looked ready to go again. Why not, I thought. It seemed like a point of pride that all of us would be vanquished by Emily's powerful cunt, and none of us would leave this beach except with a limp dick hanging between our legs. I rolled off of my wife and motioned the guy over, looking at Emily questioningly silently asking if she could go once more. She could.

Ken

It's been a few years since I used to regularly get hard for a second round of fucking. James is a young guy and he was ready to fuck her again as soon as I was done, and I watched. Then before he finished this guy came up and it looked like he must have been her husband. But she just called his name, blew him a kiss, and went back to bouncing on James' cock. The guy just stood there and watched James fuck his wife, with his own dick sticking up in the air and hard as anything. This was as good as any porno. Better, since I had sampled myself how great the blonde's pussy felt. Her tits bounced up and down as she rode James. I was starting to get hard again watching her. She had a fabulous body, just made for fucking, and that was sure what she was getting today. After James finished the husband took a turn at his wife's cunt. It must have been really sloppy after three load of cum but he didn't seem to mind and fucked her like crazy. She had another big loud orgasm.

By the time the husband finished my cock was stiff again. He noticed and to my surprise he motioned me over to have another turn at her. He must really like seeing his wife get fucked. Well if that's what he liked I was sure ready to help him out. The blonde got on her hands and knees and had me enter her doggy style. I stuck my cock in her, and she was a little looser than before but still felt fantastic. I pulled back out and watched in fascination as my big mushroom cock head scooped out great gobs of semen from her cunt. If ever a cunt were filled with semen it was hers. Well, though I had taken out some of her semen I was sure going to replace it with some more. And after a while that's exactly what I did. My balls felt like they were flat. This woman had taken every drop I had to give. Every drop all of us had. After I finished James and I figured the husband and wife probably would like some time alone. We thanked them both for a great time and left without even telling each other our names.

Emily

After Steve was finished I was ready to stop - more than ready. But the hairy guy was hard again and Steve wanted to give him another turn with me. It didn't seem fair to leave him as the only one not completely satisfied so I let him fuck me again. I didn't cum but it still felt very pleasant to have a hard cock in me again, and I liked feeling the power I had over this man - over all three of these men. I fucked him doggy style and because I wanted to get it over with before too long I did what I knew set men off. I talked to him about how good his cock felt, and about all the semen in my vagina from all the different men. Predictably that made him start thinking about getting more of his own semen into my vagina. And once he started thinking about that it was inevitable. I started rocking faster and moaning as though I were approaching an orgasm even though I wasn't even close. That was all he could take. He was fighting it but his climax was coming. I reached back, grabbed his balls, and squeezed firmly. He gave a cry and the last drops of his semen squirted out in me. 




Mistaken Identity at the Beach



Finally I was done. The strangers thanked us. I thanked them too and told them honestly that I had a great time. I was once again left alone with my husband. Fortunately his cock was still limp, and before he might think that he also owed me a repeat performance I told him that my pussy was kind of sore. I did want him again, and soon, not for more fucking, but for slow sensuous love making.

"Do you think you might be ready for more tonight?" I asked. "After my pussy has had a little time to rest?"

Steve

Emily and I had that talk later in the evening before a long slow session of lovemaking. It had to be really slow because my wife's pussy was still sore. But that was okay. She told me how she thought the first guy was me, and how he must have thought she was inviting him to touch her, and to do more. How the second guy had just started fucking her and her instincts had just taken over. Emily was reluctant to tell me how she had first realized the stranger wasn't me, but finally she shyly told me that it was because his cock felt different. I pressed for details. It was because his cock was so long. She noticed it only after he had penetrated her more deeply than my cock goes. Far from making me feel jealous or inadequate I found this information excited me more. It was the perfect start for our night's lovemaking. 

We knew we'd relive the day's memories to spice up our love life for years to come. Unknown was whether we would ever want to relive the day itself. I said it was kind of a shame that we hadn't gotten the strangers' names and phone numbers. But Emily said it wouldn't be the same again. The magic of the day was that they were strangers. She wouldn't ever want to have sex with anyone for whom she might develop emotional feelings. But she said that someday we might both enjoy her taking another stranger or two.