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Paula

By: paula and bob



I have become extremely excited with Paula's teasing and hinting how nasty she could be with other men. Paula's friend Janet told her I was expressed some interest in her at the barbeque we were at. On the way home Paula asked me about it, I told her I could help but look, the way she was dressed. She was wearing a pretty sexy dress with a plunging neckline.

When we were in bed Paula asked if Janet turned me on? I replied, " she looked real sexy today, I could help but notice"

"You mean slutty? Don't you" replied Paula.

 I nodded my head in agreement with a smirk. 

"If you had the chance, would you fuck her?" asked Paula. 

"I wouldn't do that hon." I promised 

"But you liked watching her parade around with her tits practically falling out of her dress, didn't you?" as she brushed my growing cock. 

"Yes, maybe" I confessed "

Good, an honest answer"

"So you would like to fuck her then" Paula asked as she stroked my cock. "So how would you do it, start off I mean"

"would you begin by kissing her?" Paula asked looking up at me. "You really what me to tell you this?"

"Yes " she replied. "Ok, yes I would probably start off with light sexy kisses and then more passionate ones"

"Show me how you would do that" Paula said "Are you sure you want to have me show you?" She nodded and said yes

I turned to Paula and kissed her ever so lightly on the lips slowly and gently " I would begin like this," I whispered. "And then I would do this " I began to probe her mouth with my tongue. Paula's lips parted and I heard a soft moan. I kept kissing as my hands wandered over her breast and my fingers played with her nipples. "mmmm…this is how you would kiss Janet? and your would love playing with her nipples like that, show me how you suck on her nipples" I took her hard nipple in between my lips and sucked as I played with the other with my hand.

 "Janet you feel so nice" I said as my hand found your soaking pussy. I began to finger Paula's soaking pussy as I kissed her again. "Janet you are so fuck hot" I whispered I would have fucked you right there at the barbeque if I could have". "Fuck me Bob" she whispered, "I don't know if should" I answered. " I wont tell Paula, just fuck me…Please" I didn't need any more encouragement I soon had my hard cock pumping in and out of her soaking pussy. "You want me to cum inside you" Janet"?" Paula replied " Yess" as she climaxed for the first time. Soon I was filling her up with my cum. "Did you enjoy that hon?" asked Paula "you know I did, did you?" Yes, I want sure at first but you I did" she said.

About a week later while we were in bed stroking and kissing each other, I reminded her she owed me one. I told her for the time she was Janet. "What do you want me to do?" asked Paula "Pretend I am another guy in bed with you" She had a smile and asked if I could take it"

"Try Me," I said

Paula leaned over me and said, "This is how I would start out" and began kissing my lips and cheek. She then kissed my chest and sucked on my nipples. She slid lower and lower, leaving a trail of kisses across my chest and abdomen, then on to one thigh, where you rested for a moment and watched as you stroked my cock. " You have a nice cock," you said. "As good as your husbands'" I countered. "Better" you said

Slowly you led my cock to your mouth and brushed the tip across your lips and then kissed it. You looked up at me and smiled. You fingered the head of my cock for a few minutes, then parted your lips and took just the very tip in. Bit by bit you took more of my cock in your mouth until your mouth engulfed the entire head. You began to lick it swirling your tongue around. You began sucking and taking more of my hard cock into your mouth. Your head moved back and forth as your hand worked up and down my shaft. You looked up at me, staring me in the eye and said " I like having a different cock like this in my mouth for a change" I could not explain how excited I felt when I looked into Paula's sexy eyes and heard her speak those words. " Fuck me before my husband come home, please fuck me" she begged. I got up and climbed between her spread legs and slid my hard cock into her slick pussy. I started trusting in and out of her harder and harder. "ooooooh god" Paula moaned. " You like the taste of strange cock, huh, Ill fuck you so hard your poor husband wont have a chance to please you anymore!" You moaned "Please fuck me harder, cum inside me" I soon deposited my cum inside you. Lying next to you I asked how you enjoyed sex with a stranger. You said "I loved having a strange cock in me" and gave me a deep kiss.

I came home from one evening and you greeted me at the door dressed in one of the sexy outfits I had bought you for xmas. At the door you gave me a deep wet kiss and whispered in my ear " I need a fucking and you will do for now" As the door closed behind us my eyes were glued to the outfit you wore. It was a 2 piece lace up set black and red top and skirt. It had a halter-top that was held close by a leather lace and the skirt had a slit 6 inches past the knee and it was held together with another length of leather lace. My cock started to stir just looking at you. You took my by the hand and said" lets have some fun." We laid on the bed kissing as my hands roamed over your tits. I untied the leather lace and you top fell open. I started kissing and sucking your nipples as my other hand opened your skirt. Slowly I slid lower kissing your stomach and thigh until I finally ended at your pussy. I started kissing and licking you when the phone rang, and rang, and rang. "Dam it" you shouted as you picked up the receiver. It was your mother and as you tried to talk to her I continued to lick and kiss you sweet pussy. Hearing you try and speak and put as sentence together as my tongue worked over you. Then suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks……….. SHIT this was exactly the way you sounded the night you talked to me on the phone when you were "working late". The more I listened to you talk to your mother as I fingered you the more I was sure of it. I could not believe it but I was rock hard and needed to fuck you in the worst way. Even before you completely hung up the receiver I rammed my cock into you. I fucking you hard and fast." You like being played with while on the phone, don't you/" I asked I received a moan in response " Bet you would love to be fucked as you try to talk n the phone, you little slut, you are a slut, aren't you?"

"OHHH yes I liked it" you moaned "Please fuck me, fuck your slut" I soon erupted and filled you with my cum. You kissed me and thanked me for a nice evening fuck.

Paula 01



* I am Italian, so if I say things differently than you say them, forgive me and enjoy the story anyway.

* This story was written by RuggeroLastruc and edited and rewritten with permission by simaddict. 

* This story is fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

* This story was originally posted in the Loving Wives category but has been rewritten and posted here again for your reading pleasure.

* Civil constructive comments and feedback are welcome but insulting, flaming remarks will be deleted. Thank you. 

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Cao, I'm Andrew. I'm 28 and work in a local winery and vineyard. I have a story I'd like to tell you.

One night my young wife Paula and I were making love in our bedroom; she was being very coy and seemed more turned on than usual. She proposed a sort of riddle game, with a lot of 'what if?' questions, like she was testing me to see when I could be jealous. Her first question was rather mild, "what if a guy made a pass at her?"

"Well, Paula, that would be no surprise," I replied. "In fact, it would be normal because you are a very pretty girl. It's not your fault you look so sexy going around trying to get work." 

She said, "I love you," and played with my cock, stroking and kissing it. When I was hard she smiled and said to my cock, "You cute little fellow, what if I considered dating another guy? Would you be jealous?" 

I became a bit curious about the game. She never played around like that before, and I knew she hadn't dated another guy since we've been married, or hasn't yet dated another guy. 

"Do you have an interest in dating other guys?" I was very surprised.

"No, I am not interested in dating really," she answered, but didn't sound very convincing. "What if we had a threesome and brought another person into our bed for me to play with? Would you become jealous then?"

I looked at her in disbelief as we had never discussed such a thing nor even fantasized about doing something like that. A threesome? I was not upset but very surprised indeed to hear this from my very timid Paula. 

"What is this, Paula, do you want to have a threesome?"

"Oh no, dear, not exactly, but I went to Blanche's this afternoon and we talked about sex."

Blanche was our middle aged neighbor. She is a tall, classy woman with ample breasts and a nice wide ass, and always dresses well. My surprise went even bigger as she was a very formal and reserved widow. I couldn't picture her sitting and talking about sex.

"Have you talked about sex with Blanche?" I said, totally amazed.

Paula confirmed it. That afternoon Blanche posed several questions about our sexual life. I asked what questions. My elusive wife answered "bagatelles," which means nonsense and started to tell everything.

Let me introduce the story now.

At the time, Paula and I were married for fifteen months, and we lived as the happiest of couples in a nice cottage, something like a cozy love nest on the hill with a great view on the bay. It belonged to Paula's mom. We enjoyed there our loving, solitary condition with no regrets about leaving the crowded town. Paula and I were very happy there.

Of course we mixed with friends on Saturday nights, but the cottage was rather far from downtown and few people, save Paula's mom or younger sister, paid us the occasional visit during the week. Blanche was our closest neighbor. Paula, who was raised shy and reserved by her Catholic mom, was a very pretty girl with the natural elegance of a tall and limber osier: deep velvety eyes and a sweet, gregarious and obedient character. By the way she was 23 years old and I was 28. 

I was absolutely in love with her and worked hard to make good money to spoil her.

Being inexperienced about worldly affairs, Paula had also a hidden and suppressed attraction to sex. To complete the picture I must add that we fucked like rabbits in the bliss of solitude being in need of nothing else than love and tenderness there. On our wedding night, which we spent there, Paula was extremely shy and bashful about sex and cried the first time we made love. Well, she was a virgin, but after that, she began to like sex so much, she began to wear me out. I could barely keep up with her. 

One year or so after our marriage a person moved in the empty villa next to our cottage. Furniture movers relocated a truck full of furniture into the great house: antiques in a large quantity as well as books in great numbers, fine arts objects and a magnificent grand piano. At last the owner arrived.

She was a very elegant lady in her late forties or early fifties. Paula and I were rather curious about this tall, glamorous blonde woman living alone in such a lovely house. 

For quite a while we rarely caught sight of her and only heard beautiful music from the piano, but one day she spotted Paula feeding our cats. The lady also loved cats so she approached Paula and they made small talk. 

Our neighbor's name was Blanche, fifty-one years old. A former classical pianist, she apologized for her very frequent piano playing. She was a widow without a family. Her brother lived in another state and she has no other family. They talked for a while, exchanging pleasantries, and Blanche demonstrated a favorable state of mind, becoming very interested in us, a still newlywed couple. She continually paid Paula sincere compliments on her pretty looks and she was sure that we were happy living in our love nest. She could probably occasionally hear Paula's moans of ecstasy when making love as well as we could hear her piano playing because the villa's windows were always wide open.

Later Paula introduced me to our neighbor and we became very well acquainted. One evening she invited us to have dinner at her place. Blanche was a perfect hostess, we had a great time, and we returned the invitation a week later; our great friendship had a start like this. 

Paula was still unemployed and had a lot of time to spend with Blanche. Our neighbor had good talking points and carried on very interesting conversations. Step by step she became a sort of charismatic leader for my wife. They talked about Blanche's experience as a pianist or about her dead husband and the end of her married life. 

With her husband she lived abroad many years, visiting exotic countries such as Japan and Java, and she had always something brilliant to tell. Such idle but spicy talks turned to confidence in the new born friendship which lay between Paula and Blanche. Every so often Blanche demonstrated an interest in our private life, posing Paula a few casual questions and among many things sex made also its appearance.

One particular afternoon Blanche seemed to be interested more than usual in our private life and posed Paula one question after another about our activity in the bedroom. She wanted to know how frequently we made love (she no doubt could hear the calls of ecstasy from Paula's orgasms), if we favored a particular position rather than others, if we experimented with sexual fantasies involving other people and so on. Her questions never had been so explicit and she made even an enquiry about my dick size. Half blushing, half in amusement, my wife answered all questions and admitted we had frequent sex. Yes, she sucked on my cock, yes, I licked her pussy, yes, usually we made love three times a week and twice on Sunday maybe, but no anal, no fantasies and no experimentations. And my cock was not so big. (Paula told me all this.)

Blanche smiled at this last sentence from my wife.

"I know, Paula, you and your husband have frequent sex, as every newlywed couple does, but your lovemaking is lacking fantasy and kinkiness." 

"What do you mean, Blanche?" Paula asked.

"You'll find out, dear," Blanche said again stirring a lot more of my wife's curiosity.

"May I do something different with Andrew to improve our sexual life?" asked Paula showing great interest.

Blanche had to stifle a giggle.

"Try a little role play, test his jealousy. Ask him what if you fool around a bit, then suggest he act like another guy fucking you, and let's see what happens," she sentenced. "Do you like the idea of Andrew being a stranger while fucking you?"

Paula nodded and asked Blanche if she had ever tried something similar with her husband.

"Now I have a boring, monastic existence playing the piano, feeding cats and sowing seeds, but my life was quite different once," Blanche answered.

She confessed to have had an agreement with her husband. He was a permissive, older gentleman with the secret habit of watching his wife with other men, and Blanche had lovers during the marriage. She called them "trusted friends." Her behavior as a married woman was absolutely lustful, and very interesting, but unfortunately her husband got sick and passed away, dissolving such a lifestyle into grief. She was deeply in love with him, so much that as soon as she was widowed, Blanche remained in her marital house to keep her husband's memory alive. 

A few years later she moved to her place next to us where nobody contacted her except for an older friend, "a beaux from the good times and a very good but disinterested friend now," she admitted with a certain complaint for passed times. 

"This is fantasy and kinkiness in a couple's sexual life, Dear. With the right couple, it will keep a marriage boiling hot for a lifetime," she confided, but she had not finished and continued. "Your husband is a lucky guy to savor a cookie such as you are, baby, but I think his lovemaking is lacking somewhat. You risk becoming a frustrated housewife with a loving but small dicked husband in an isolated condition. I would like to teach you a thing or two to support your sexual awaking, if you follow me." 

Paula plead a good pupil condition to our neighbor's erotic lessons. "I know you have many things you can teach me and I gladly place myself in your guidance. You have fanned the small flame of desire burning within me to a blazing furnace."

That night the 'what if' riddle game made his appearance and Paula related to me the story of Blanche's lascivious marriage. At first I was a bit confused and could not imagine a formal and reserved person like our neighbor was so kinky. I figured the whole story was nonsense and dropped the matter in a moment, but Paula was greatly influenced by Blanche and so insisted. She said it was only a joke and she wanted to try imagining having sex with another guy. 

It was only a game so I pleased her, granting her wish. I acted like a strange guy checking her out, dating her, and seducing her. We got excited necking and touching our bodies as a couple of lovers meeting each other for her first time. At the end of which the adulterous wife opened her pussy to her lover's cock. The play was terrific and she literally exploded on me. I found it very interesting and was very turned on to be someone else fucking my wife.. 

The day after, during their sex talk session and in a stir of enthusiasm, Paula told Blanche I fucked her pretending to be another guy, and how terribly exciting it had been for both of us. Blanche congratulated her on the good progress and didn't mention sex again for a while.

Her search for work led Paula downtown among many strange people, many of them lecherous men who pinch women's bottoms and laugh. Paula said she didn't mind the pinching and started doing things to entice them, standing with her butt just so, crossing carelessly her legs too high, all of which she found very exciting, and letting the wind blow her short skirt way up before giggling and pushing it back down. For the next few days Paula couldn't stop talking about having exposed her body to men she didn't know, and how exciting it had been to have them looking at her and touching her with lust. I didn't tire of hearing her stories of the day as it excited me also. My timid young wife was becoming such a tease.

After a cold and rainy winter, spring marched in. With the good, warmer weather, Blanche invited my wife to sunbathe in her garden while I was at work, and Paula accepted enthusiastically. They had a good time tanning in the mild late spring air and tales on sex flourished again during their sunbathing sessions. First they sunbathed with their swimsuits on, but a particular tale of Blanche laying naked on a remote sea-shore of Asia getting fucked by her Japanese lover under her husband's eyes stirred so much Paula's fantasy laden with questions that our neighbor proposed they went totally naked to demonstrate how it felt to Paula. Paula was at first rather embarrassed to undress herself totally in front of Blanche and shed only her top, but our neighbor insisted.

"Don't be shy, Paula, the back garden is really secluded and nobody can catch us apart from occasional visitors" she said. "We'll keep robes handy in case someone should come by and knock on my door." 

That was true and therefore, relenting, Paula complied with our friend's invitation to bare herself completely. The cool breezes on her heretofore always covered private parts was an exciting sensation for Paula. She found it stimulating, even arousing to be naked in the outdoors with Blanche in her presence. 

"Yes, it is arousing to sunbathe while naked in the presence of someone else," Paula admitted to me.

A smirking Blanche observed with great satisfaction and rapt attention Paula getting naked in front of her. Paula's body was truly a work of art. She lavished debonair compliments on my wife's twenty-three year old, apple sized boobs, succulent brown nipples, pretty pink slit and very nice heart-shaped ass. 

Paula was very excited because for the first time she bared herself totally for a nude sunbathing session in the open air. She found the experience sensual and exhilarating, especially since Blanche was naked also with all her mature curves totally on display. They burst into laughter and in the highest mirth, Blanche softly and endearingly called Paula names like "little naked slutty wife" or "delicious exhibitionist whore" and compared Paula's fit body to her mature fatness, making Paula look at her slightly sagging breasts, large brown nipples, hefty thighs, trimmed but hairy pussy and large clitoris in comparison.

"Never the less, Blanche's slightly saggy boobs and thick ass have a certain erotic charm," commented Paula later, laying with me in our bed. "Blanche has an aura of pure. raw, uninhibited sex when she sunbathes in the nude. Andrew, she had me wet with sexual excitement."

"You saw Blanche nude, and she saw you totally naked?" I asked in disbelief. "She really has a nice body then?" 

"You must see her, I would like to have your opinion, but I find her maturity very exciting," she said engulfing my erect cock in her mouth and going up and down with her head.

"Perhaps on my day off from work?" I hoped.

"I can't invite you to join us because Blanche told me to be quiet with you." 

Retelling the nude tanning session produced still an even greater excitation in her made evident by the way she played with my cock, joking and giggling. Her stories had the same effect on my cock as they did on her pussy. 

Paula and Blanche continued to tan quietly in the nude every day unless it rained: talking, sharing erotic stories and having fun. By that time Blanche had no secrets from Paula, telling her of every different man to enter between her thighs. The stories Blanche told of course aroused Paula so much she would squeeze her thighs tightly together, experiencing mini-orgasms to Blanche's joy and amusement. My wife also told our neighbor everything that happened in our bedroom. I had no secrets either, it seems.

Role-playing was a constant which Blanche commented favorably on when told of the different scenarios we employed. Nevertheless, during a sunbathing session, she remarked on Paula's demure attitude. 

"You have made good progress, Paula, but you are still too shy. I think your delightful body must be shown more," she opined. "You don't mind showing off your body at all, do you."

"I love to flash and tease, it excites me, but I don't think I could ever show everything," Paula stammered. 

"Paula, you show your body to me and you don't mind that one bit. You know also how much I enjoy seeing your beautiful body."

Paula blushed as usual. Though willing and loving the attention, the excitement of being naked in front of strange people would overwhelm her.

"You blush every time someone pays a compliment to your beauty. I propose an innocent play for your liberation to loosen you up. I'm waiting for the UPS delivery guy in half an hour. Let's let him enter by the backdoor. I'll answer the door with a robe on and you remain on the sun bed in the nude. He'll get a complete eyeful of your naked body passing close by on the path. Nothing else. You can keep your eyes closed and you'll never know he was there except for hearing footsteps. That bit of exhibitionism will be a blast for your skill and a thrill for your sexual life, believe me. You ought only to tell your husband that another guy caught you in the nude and study his reactions tonight." 

"All right," she said with an impish smile, giggling like a schoolgirl on a dare. "The thought of it makes me tremble but I desire to try doing it very much." 

Paula accepted and remained nude while at very close range the guy walked along the path. He stubbed his toe on the stone pavers because he was ogling her nakedness so intently In bed that night she told me all that happened and apologized. 

"Sorry, dear, I couldn't help it. Blanche had been so erotically suggestive that I was really eager and titilated to show my body to the UPS delivery guy. Sorry a million, Dear, I got wet and aroused, too, knowing he was ogling me. Are you angry with me, Honey?" 

"No, Dear, no, I'm not angry. It excites me to imagine it."

I was not angry at all, but horny as ever. I climbed on her with a very stiff cock shoving it in her pussy at once but the lay lasted no more than a few seconds. I'm sometimes premature when overly excited that way. I tried to justify myself, but Paula giggled and said she maybe needed to find a good lover for real if I didn't stop cumming so soon.

Under our neighbor's inciting and prodding, they repeated that first scene many times over. Paula exposed her naked body to the UPS guy a second time, the letter carrier, and once to a food delivery man. Every time Blanche added a particular twist to the play, prodding Paula to show more which Paula loved doing, and Paula every time had something exciting to tell me. How I loved it.

A week later, two men watched my wife laying naked on a sun bed, and she even showed herself spread eagled as per Blanche's encouragement. She explained the scene explicitly how she could feel her juices from within trickle out of her slit and run down to her butt cheeks as the two strange men stood and ogled her. She is now able to watch the men looking at her while she looks through her dark sunglasses. We were really in heat at her telling it and our love making went out of control. I did not last long that time either. This time Paula scolded me more severely, complaining I could not fuck her properly. Of course I apologized and told her I was just too excited by her story but I would try to do better next time. She was so angry with me, she went into the bathroom telling me that she would do the job herself.

Blanche wanted to know my reactions in details from Paula when she described to me the events of the previous day, and my sweet wife once again confessed that I had hurried up the fucking in a sort of frantic fuck and came in a few seconds. I was so turned on I could not control myself. 

"Haven't you had an orgasm, dear?" Blanche enquired again. 

"No, I haven't," answered Paula. "Well, sometimes I do, but never when he's so quick.."




Paula 01



"That lacking of sexual resistance from him to control himself is very dangerous. You will be a frustrated wife in a hurry, Dear. You ought to do something for yourself. Since today you had been only a bit naughty, showing your delicious body to other men, now you are ready for another further step." 

Blanche then proceeded to hug my wife closely to her, pressing their naked bodies together. She swayed her body to and fro, causing their breasts and pussies to rub together. Paula loved the feeling of the mature woman's naked body against her own, finding it to be terribly arousing and pushed in tightly. Blanche slid her hands over Paula's heart-shaped ass cheeks and Paula did the same out of curiosity. She had never touched another naked woman before. She slid her hands all over the mature woman's ass cheeks and was thrilled by the smooth, ample globes of ass flesh.

About a minute of that and Blanche persuaded Paula to relieve the sexual frustration between her legs while she watched and did the same. She convinced my wife there are several ways of enjoying sex with others that won't be cheating on her husband. Paula, trembling now with sexual desire, rubbed her pussy lips with wild abandon allowing Blanche to watch her intently. Blanche never took her eyes off of her rubbing fingers while she stroked her own pussy until they each had a shuddering orgasm and fell back on the tanning beds.

Two or three days later, Blanche offered to sooth with oil the sunburned back of my wife, who agreed to receive the comforting massage. Paula was nude on her knees with her back to Blanche, and suddenly she felt our neighbor's mouth and hands on her neck and tits. My wife opposed slightly and offered a very light resistance, then relaxed and accepted Blanche's advances because she started to enjoy it very much. 

Blanche then went ahead and performed an erotic massage on her. At the end of the massage, our neighbor fingered and licked Paula's pussy altogether, bringing her to an amazing orgasm. After two or three repeat sessions with my wife lying on the bed, very much enjoying Blanche's vices, Paula reciprocated the favor and began handling, fingering, and tonguing her friend's big cunt to bring her to sexual release as well. 

When Paula told me what happened today with Blanche, she was all hot and flustered and tried to apologize again, but my mind had completely changed and I asked Paula to ask if I could join her and Blanche to at least watch them have a Sapphic love session. I realized I was telling my wife to have sex with someone else so I could watch them, but that's what I wanted. She is so beautiful, I just can't help myself. Just the thought of seeing her make love to someone else, especially the classy lady next door, drove me crazy. 

Paula passed my request to our friend who agreed, and we had many steamy threesomes as a result. The first time I joined them was unforgettable. Blanche, dressed in a man's suit, slowly undressed Paula as a lustful male lover would, and my wife twitched with excitement as our neighbor kissed her all over her body. Then they did a sixty-nine for a while as I masturbated and watched. Later Blanche fucked Paula with a very big strap- on dildo while explaining to me all the things a woman wants and needs, asking me if I could provide it. That was the most exciting part of the night and Paula cried out with lust in several orgasms as I have never heard her do before. 

The playing together was really exciting and Paula for days and days had no other thought than eating our neighbor's cunt, and her little pussy being eaten and dildoed by Blanche. Blanche was the dominant one in all our get togethers, and usually she fucked my wife at the end of the threesome with her double- size dildo. I couldn't believe Paula was able to take such a big tool inside her pussy so well, but she cried out so high with lust and pleasure.. 

Sometimes Blanche wanted to feel something real inside her pussy and had me fuck her from behind while she licked my wife's pussy. She liked to watch also and ordered Paula to blow me, calling her name "little cocksucker." When I fucked my wife, Blanche directed me to shove hard and strong in "this young bitch" or to fill up Paula's "slutty insatiable cunt". Paula usually came like no tomorrow while Blanche called her names. I have now learned to at least wait for her to have one orgasm before I blew my load.

As the sexual games progressed, Blanche said Paula was a soon to be submissive slut and wanted to watch her fuck a different cock than mine. I, after all, had been fucking her on occasion, she reasoned. She proposed to call her ex-lover as he had "a nice big pecker."

We discussed Blanche's proposal many times. Paula was timid and hesitant, but the idea to be fucked by another guy in a sort of foursome was really exciting for her. Just talking about her having a different cock in her besides mine brought her to heights of arousal unequaled before. However, she feared her Catholic family would hear some rumors and talk on our sexual behavior because we lived in a small town. 

"No way, I argued, Blanche was very reserved and trustworthy, and presumably her friend was also." 

So I reassured her and added "Come on Paula, it will only be pure fun, you go wild with Blanche's dildo; and think about a real big cock up your pussy, and imagine how many positions you will enjoy: he on you with Blanche and I watching the action, you and Blanche on him in various combinations, he on Blanche while she is on you, you with two cocks to play with." I could not believe I was urging my wife to have sex with another man, but as long as I was there to watch , it was exciting to me. Blanche had such a strong influence on both of us I could not help myself, being so overcome with lust and passion.

On her side, Blanche continued to praise the virile John, her ex lover, with winning words "He is very well hung in the cock department and he knows how to use it. You will be fascinated by his manhood, he is a great long lasting lover. Your dearest hubby has a cock too small for your real needs, you know. Sure, it's fine as a daily hum-drum fix, but the difference between his cock and a cock like John's is like comparing water to a fine wine." 

These explicit suggestions persuaded Paula. She admitted I was not so big, as well as sometimes rather fast to come, leaving her unsatisfied sometimes, and finally agreed to meet the man. She was now smiling happily with anticipation.

**

John was a sturdy man fifty years old with a resolute look. We met him at Blanche's on a Friday night.

As soon as Blanche introduced him to us, he openly complimented Paula on her fine figure and sex-appeal. I suggested to Paula to dress sexy, and her attire encouraged him as she had on tight slacks that fitted her round ass and she was without a bra under a flimsy shirt so her breasts jiggled free with her nipples in clear view. He was so suave and debonair his every word and action was seducing Paula. The atmosphere became very sensual with sexual tension.

Blanche said "You must see those perky tits in the flesh, John. She has some nice upright nipples on them and I'm sure she's dying to show them to you. - Paula, be good, and open the shirt."

My wife unbuttoned her shirt slowly in a still wavering mood, glancing at me for my approval. I nodded and she took off the shirt, approaching bare-chested to John who handled her tits expertly, pinching the nipples while she froze. His hands brought out soft mewling sounds from Paula's shy lips. She was enjoying his manipulating of her breasts immensely.

Blanche added "She is a dirty little teaser, acting bashful, but she likes to be nude and aroused as frequently as she can, John. In a minute I convinced her to stay stark naked in front of a UPS delivery guy, and others following that. - Paula, shed your slacks and slip off the panties, it is time to show your beautiful pussy as you love to do." 

My wife was completely nude in a moment and turning around slowly for all to see. I could see her tremble with sexual excitement as she showed her lovely nakedness to everyone, the lips of her pussy beginning to look swollen and quite damp . Blanche directed her to show her slender silhouette and her perfect round butt. Accepting then a request from John she placed a foot on the sofa where he sat, then stretched her pussy lips wide for all to see. John tickled her clit and inserted a finger inside her moist cunt. She moaned and thrust her pussy forward into John's hand to encourage his fingering.

I knew it was the first time that my wife went so far with another man. Her moans told me she liked what he was doing, but her eyes were wide with wonder. While he fingered Paula's pussy, Blanche stripped to her skin and began to kiss my wife's neck and shoulders, playing with her tits. Paula shook with lust under the debauched attention of a woman and a man while I jerked off, as excited as ever. 

"She has a great sucking talent, too, John. Show her your cock and Paula will blow it good," Blanche said. 

He dropped his pants, showing a big eight inch cock with a fat, purplish head and great balls. I was astonished. He will injure Paula with that thing if he's not careful.

"Quite a prick on him, eh, Paula? Suck it to show us how much you like it," whispered Blanche to my wife, who knelt to take the cock in her mouth. I was amazed but thrilled beyond words to see my timid wife's mouth so full of another man's big cock. With Paula's head going up and down, and John's tool sliding in and out of her mouth, Blanche fingered my wife's cunt and said, "This little bitch is soaking wet and eager for a fuck. I know her, she never says no. Let's go, John, give this young married slut a fuck that is something to remember."

While John undressed, Paula lay down the sofa, spreading her legs to touch herself while watching me masturbate. Sporting his big and thick erection, John was between my wife's thighs in a heartbeat and entered her at once. Paula had her first highly vocal orgasm then, and Blanche approached me while I masturbated to say, "Do you see that? Do you like to watch your little wife fucking another man? Does she not excite you?" I groaned and nodded while John fucked Paula with great strength. She locked her legs behind his bouncing ass as his big cock thrust in and out of her stretched open pussy making squelching noises with each thrust. She moaned with pleasure with each slapping thrust he made.

Blanche continued. "With a woman having so much beauty as Paula, it would be a crime to limit her to one less-than-average cock. Don't you agree? In fact, she is deserving of more than one cock; she should have a variety of many cocks to enjoy. Surely you can see that." 

I nodded in agreement, not knowing of a rebuttal.

Blanche added "He is good; look how she is enjoying his cock. You are a born cuckold, my dear." 

It did not bother me in the least to be called a cuckold; it was so exciting to watch Paula fucking, I was trembling with passion. I felt extreme pride for her as she gave John the ride of his life, wrapping her legs over his back and drumming his ass with her heels. I felt a real appreciation for my young wife then, I was so proud of her.

Blanche seated on my side grasping my cock, fingering herself, while watching John and Paula fuck. He had his way with my wife for twenty minutes whilst she came many times, and despite the fact she wasn't on the pill, he ended up filling her pussy twice with his seed. Blanche had masturbated me to two orgasms and had two or three howling orgasms herself while we watched John fuck my wife. I was fascinated as I saw his seed oozing and dripping out my wife's very wet cunt. She looked so beautiful with pearly white cum juice running out of her sweet pink slit and trickling between her gorgeous ass cheeks.

We rested for a while talking, showering, etc.. Blanche and Paula took turns sucking John till he was ready for another jump. Paula let him lay her on the sofa for the second time, lifting her legs high with her genitals on full display. He put his hands around her butt, tonguing her wet cunt, then said "I want to take your ass now," in a voice loaded with passion.

Paula gasped aloud as he penetrated her, but she closed her eyes and pushed herself forward onto his penis. He sunk deep then pulled back to sink again, quickening his movements with my wife moaning and shaking under him. Hearing her moans I masturbated frantically while Blanche instigated him to thrust his dick in and out, pumping my wife's ass faster and faster. Blanche engulfed my prick in her mouth and drank all the spunk I could deliver while John emptied his load deep inside my wife's back hole.

It was quite a night, the first of many. 

After that first night, Paula professed undying love for me and thanked me for allowing her to experience such a wonderful cock as John had. I told her how much I loved her and appreciated her. I told her she could enjoy John's cock again if she liked, as many times as she wanted to as long as I was there to watch.

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Paula 02



* This is a joint effort by ruggerolastruc and simaddict. 

* This story is fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. 

* All characters in it are eighteen years old or older.

* Civil comments and feedback are welcome but insulting, flaming remarks will be deleted. Thank you. 

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This story continues the account of my very pretty young wife Paula, myself (Andrew) and our classy but lusty neighbor lady, Blanche. The lusty neighbor lady has started reliving her libertine lifestyle through my young wife Paula, teaching her to live a lusty lifestyle patterned after her own and enjoying Paula's sexual antics vicariously. 

I was stretched out on our bed, watching my young wife pull her dress up over her head to get ready for bed. I was thrilled at the sight of her beautiful tanned body as always, but every time I see her she looks more beautiful than before. I was surprised to see she was without panties under her dress. 

"But, Dear, you weren't wearing your panties today?" I asked so surprised. 

"Well, no, Andrew Dear, Blanche told me not to wear panties any more. I hope you don't mind, but it does feel more daring and adventurous, like she said, when I don't wear them." 

"Yes, I suppose it would," I exclaimed. "If the wind blows your skirt up everyone will see all that you have under your dress without them." 

"But it's that danger that makes it so arousing and stimulating, you see." 

"Do you want everyone to see your nakedness?" I asked in disbelief.

"No, no, no, of course not," she stated. "It's just the thought that at any given moment an accident could happen and I could let someone see my nakedness that gets me excited." 

I understood what she was saying for the idea of her going without panties and her nakedness could accidentally be seen by others was exciting to me as well. I laid there with my five and a half inch cock throbbing wildly with my every heartbeat. Paula laid down on the bed by my side and lovingly took hold of my throbbing erection. 

"Is it alright if I satisfy you with my mouth tonight, Darling?" she asked me. "I was with Blanche all day today and we fingered, licked and rubbed each other all afternoon. Just before I came home to fix your supper for you, she fucked me soundly with her strap-on dildo. So you see, I'm totally satisfied tonight, but I would like to give my husband a blow job at least. For someone with small equipment, you can deliver a good load of seed, and you can cum as fast as you want to. It's alright." 

My young wife would go down on me for a bit before we had sex, but until now she wouldn't have me cum in her mouth. I relished the idea of her using her mouth to satisfy me so I laid back and eagerly awaited the arrival of her beautiful red lips on my throbbing member. I moaned with pleasure terribly loud as her warm mouth engulfed my rigid cock.

"Did Blanche give you this idea to do this?" I inquired.

Paula bounced her head and without taking me out of her mouth and made a sound that sounded like, "Uh hum." Paula did things to my cock she never had done before and which felt wonderful to me. She licked it up and down like a sweet taffy and sucked my balls into her mouth to lave them with her tongue. She took me into her mouth as far as I could go, then swallowed hard and took the remaining inch or two of my hard, stiff cock into her throat and her nose was pressed hard against my pubic hair. It didn't take long before she had me cumming in her mouth like I never had cum before. She greedily swallowed every drop of cum that I pumped into her red-lipped mouth to my surprise and delight. 

"Um, you taste good too, but I can tell you've been eating a lot of salami because I taste a hint of garlic in you," she said as she smacked her lips, tasting me. 

"Paula! What do you mean, I taste good TOO? Have you tasted another man besides me?" I asked quite shocked. 

Paula blushed from head to toe and with a soft voice answered me. "Yes, Dear, I have, but let me explain before you become upset with me. Blanche has been telling me how good a man's seed tasted and wanted me to experience it for myself. You know how insistingly influential she can be at times without being domineering. I told her I took you into my mouth as foreplay when we made love but I never let you cum in my mouth. She chided me and insisted I swallow cum the next chance I had. "There is no better taste in the world. Once you do it, you will not be able to go without it. It becomes addictive," she said 

Well, Fr. Bernardi came by to visit with Blanche a few minutes after that. She explained my situation to the Father and she had me practice on him so I could learn to do it well. Surely you can't be jealous of Fr. Bernardi for doing something purely academic. After all, you did reap the benefit from my lessons here tonight." 

My jealous feelings were washed away and were replaced by feelings of arousal as I listened to my lovely wife's story. I assured her that I wasn't jealous but I wanted to hear the whole story as it happened. Though I had just cum a load in my wife's pretty red-lipped mouth, my cock was beginning to stir to life once again, being held in her lovely hand and titilated by her randy words. 

"Please tell me everything you did. I want to hear all about your sexy adventures today," I begged. 

"Well," Paula began, "we were sunbathing while totally naked in Blanche's garden as usual when she again began talking about how much she loved giving head. She said she absolutely loved the taste of a man's seed and how every man tasted just a little bit different. "It was just liquid protein so it was nothing to hurt you," she told me. Blanche asked me if I liked giving head but I had to confess I had never done so to completion, but my interest was greatly peaked about it."

"It was then Fr. Benardi came to the door for a visit. We slipped on our robes and sat in the formal lounge to talk with him. It wasn't long until Blanche mentioned that I was totally inexperienced at fellatio and asked the good Father if he could give me some pointers since that knowledge was important to a young woman's marriage. He agreed and said he could grant total absolution since it would be done as marriage counseling. 

Blanche got on her knees in front of Fr. Bernardi and freed his stiff manhood from its confines. I knelt beside her as she explained and demonstrated the acts of oral pleasure on a man which she would then have me try for practical experience. I wanted to learn all I could so I buried all feelings of timidity and bashfulness. I surprised them both with my willingness to learn and how fast I picked up on all the sensual moves of oral pleasure on a man. I was soon rewarded with a great amount of cum juice delivered in my mouth by the jerking, throbbing spasms of his stiff cock. There was so much of the slippery juice that some of it escaped out the corners of my mouth before I could swallow it all which Blanche licked off quite hurriedly," she finished.

"You must thank Blanche for her interest in your well being," I told my lovely wife as she again took my throbbing cock into her mouth.

"Yes," she paused sucking long enough to say. "Blanche told him I was looking for employment and he said he needed a secretary at the church/ school/convent in town. If I was interested I should stop by and see him tomorrow. But you know, Dear, he may want to check up on me from time to time to make sure I haven't forgotten the things he and Blanche showed me about pleasing a man with my mouth. Will that be alright with you, Darling? You wouldn't be jealous of Fr. Bernardi for trying to look out after me, would you?" 

"Will you tell me all that happens and not try to hide anything from me? You know how Blanche insists on us being honest with each other." 

"I have always told you everything I did, and I never hid anything from you, Darling. If I take the job at the church, I'll continue to be honest with you. You should know that." 

"I know, my dear wife, I trust you to keep within the limits and to conduct yourself with propriety and discretion," I moaned as I shot another load of cum into her pretty mouth, causing her to swallow hard to consume it all. 

"Um, Darling, Blanche said swallowing cum is addictive and I'm beginning to see what she means now. I love it so much, I can hardly wait for my next load. Um...Be sure to tell me the next time you want to be satisfied by my mouth." 

"You can swallow as much cum juice as you like," I said in elation of the prospect, for I loved it too.

"Thank you, Darling, I'm so glad you understand," she said happily. I began to wonder very much about her last statement. What did she mean by what she said? 

The next day while I was at work, I could hardly keep my mind on my tasks as I was engrossed in thoughts of what Paula was doing. Did she get the job? What was she doing at the moment? My thoughts disturbed me a bit but I was also greatly turned on when I thought about Paula wearing no panties while working around strange people. What if the wind should blow? What if she should sit carelessly at just the wrong moment? I wished I could be there to watch her, but then, she told me she would tell me everything. When I anxiously arrived home from work I was greeted by a very cheerful Paula.

"My, my, what has got you so cheerful, my little wife?" I smiled. "Did you start working at your new job?" 

"Oh, YES, Dear. I worked half a day this morning. I even have my own little office all to myself," she gushed. 

"Was Fr. Bernardi there?" I asked trying not to sound jealous or too inquisitive. 

"No, he was out but I met the Mother Superior who showed me around the school and the convent." 

"Oh," I said softly.

"But, Dear, aren't you glad I got the job? Maybe we can afford a few extras now." 

"Yes, of course I'm glad you got the job! I'm sorry Darling, I was hoping for a spicy story and feel a little disappointed that you don't have one is all." 

"I do have a little one. The Mother Superior likes girls. I could tell by the way she looked at me, you know. When she showed me my office I bent way over at the waist to look into a bottom drawer while wearing this short skirt. Do you want to see what she saw while standing behind me?" 

"Oh, yes, I'm dying to see it." 

Paula bent way over to show me what she looked like to the Mother Superior and then stood up giggling. My eyes bugged out when her short skirt rode way up in the back showing the bottom part of her round, firm ass cheeks and a hint of her pussy lips peeking out between the round globes since she was wearing no panties. I was speechless. 

"That's the same look on your face that Mother Superior had," she giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. "Do you think she liked what she saw?" 

"Paula, you are such a tease, you put everyone around you in a state!" I exclaimed. "The poor Mother Superior was made speechless by your great beauty. But then that's what I love about you. You are so sexy, you're enough to make everyone's blood boil who sees you." 

"I want you to make love to me tonight, Andrew. I didn't get to see Blanche today as usual so I'm really horny tonight," she told me. 

"I'll do my best to satisfy you, my love, but with only five-and-a-half inches you must make allowances for me." 

"You're able satisfy me with your cock, Andrew," she urged me. "It's only when you cum too soon that leaves me high and dry with no orgasm that makes me upset with you." 

"That hasn't happened lately since I've learned to control myself much better, but I fall short when compared to other men in the size department, you know." 

"Yes, you are on the small side, but you have enough to satisfy me on a normal basis. I can usually cum all right." 

"But you were so much more pleased with John's big eight inch cock that I'm afraid you might not want me then," I confessed my insecurity.

"Oh, Andrew, don't be silly. I love you and your cock is just fine for normal fare. But a big cock is like a fine dessert, it's a nice treat after the normal meal, that's all. But no one can live on dessert alone. Besides, John is Blanche's old flame, twice my age, and he wouldn't want a youngster like me on a steady basis" 

More at ease with the situation, I laid down on top of Paula whose pussy was as wet as ever. I slid into her with ease and began the up and down movements that would bring her to orgasm. I gritted my teeth and thought about work until I heard Paula moan and felt her shudder under me as she had a good orgasm, then I relaxed and let my orgasm happen, shooting my cum deep in Paula's pussy. I was so happy to please her I kissed her with a thousand kisses.

"Do you work tomorrow, Paula Dear?" 

"Yes, I work Monday to Friday from eight o-clock until my work is all done which could take three to five hours, depending on the amount of work I have."

"You will tell me all if anything happens during the day, won't you?" I asked her.

"Of course I will, Dear, but sometimes I think you want me to do naughty things just so you can hear my juicy story about it." 

"Oh, no, Dear... well, yes, I do as long as it's just a little bit naughty."

"All right then, tomorrow I'll be a little bit naughty just for you." 

The next day at work, as you would suppose, my mind was all in a tizzy. Feelings of stabbing jealousy would dissolve into deep feelings of lust and passion. Not knowing what Paula was doing or who she was with was playing havoc with my mind. It wasn't jealousy so much, but a burning desire to see her and watch what she was doing that so unsettled me. I consoled myself with the knowledge that Paula would tell me everything. I hoped she would anyway; no, I can't think like that. She would; I trusted her to allow me to share in her escapades by telling me all in every detail. After all, Blanche told us that trust must be maintained by being completely honest and open with each other, telling all. Lack of trust will destroy any marriage, she said. 

When I arrived home that day I found a note that told me to come to Blanche's house for my supper. It was an excellent meal prepared by Blanche and we all ate it with gladness and polite conversation. I could tell though, by the twinkle in their eyes, that something was afoot. 

"So what do you think of your beautiful young wife now that she has so much control of everyone around her because of her beauty and allure?" Blanche began. 

Why, what on earth did she mean? I had no idea what she was talking about so I was speechless. 

"Paula, tell Andrew what you told me today so he'll know what we're talking about." 

"Well, Dear," Paula said to me, "I promised you I would be a little bit naughty for you today at work, but it so happened I was very, very naughty today. Don't be angry and I'll tell you all that happened." 

"Well then, I'm all ears; please tell me all," I responded.

"Paula Dear, he's such a good cuckold of a husband, you should appreciate him very much. Go on and tell him all, every sordid detail, withholding nothing." Blanche encouraged her.

"Well, when I arrived at work this morning Fr. Bernardi was out of pocket again. I know he's a busy man so I thought no more about it. I had to go to the school to inquire about some supply usage. The school and convent are connected by a paved path between them, you know. The school hallway has a glass door leading onto the pathway, and I happened to notice Fr. Bernardi hurriedly leaving the convent and coming toward the school. When he entered the glass door I asked him if it was permissible for males to be in the convent. "Only on special occasions," was his reply, then he escorted me to my office to explain things to me.

He sat on the loveseat in my office while I sat on the corner of my desk to allow my legs to dangle tantalizingly in front of him. His eyes traveled up and down my legs, hoping for a glimpse of my panties. The problem there was I wasn't wearing panties, and I struggled with the urge to show him all under my short skirt. 

"Word must not get around, Paula, but there are a couple of novices in the convent with special feminine needs which only I can fulfill," he began. "You understand how it is, don't you, Dear?" 

Realizing he was confessing to having sex with a couple of nuns to me, I slowly and carelessly crossed my legs, letting him see all of me under my short skirt. I smiled at him warmly. You know how I love to tease.

"Worry not, Fr. Bernardi, ears that should not hear of it will never hear it from my lips. You're affairs are a sealed package with me." 

"Oh, thank you, Paula Dear. If there is ever anything I can do for you, please let me know." 

Thinking about you wanting me to be a little naughty, I uncrossed my legs and sat with them partly spread open. I knew he could plainly see at least the top half of my aroused pussy lips, the bottom part being hid by my creamy thighs. 

"Well, there is something I could ask," I said softly. "You know the lessons you gave me at Blanche's house last week? I could use some refreshing as to some of the techniques I learned then."

I got on my knees between his legs as he quickly freed his now hard cock from its confines. He moaned in ecstasy as my mouth engulfed his velvety brown shaft. The tap on the door was so light it was barely audible, and before anyone could answer it, the door swung open. 

In the open doorway stood Mother Superior who, instead of acting angrily with the sight she beheld, she entered my office and closed the door behind her quietly. She quickly knelt and kissed my neck and ears while caressing my back. Since she accepted what we were doing, I went back to work on the Father's cock with my mouth. I raised my skirt high up on my back so Mother Superior was free to indulge herself in any way she pleased with me. Her hands roamed all over my round ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the smooth globes of flesh with abandon. Desiring to proceed further, her fingers probed between my wet pussy lips, explored deeply within my love tunnel and then massaged my clit so wet with the juices she spread around in me. It felt so good to me I almost forgot about the cock between my lips. 

Fr. Bernardi didn't forget and soon his cock was pumping my mouth full of his slippery joy juice which I greedily swallowed up as fast as I could. Ah, how I love the taste of a man's spunk, and since you have given me your permission to swallow all the spunk I wanted to, I felt free to do so and was so grateful to you for your understanding. But then I kept his cock between my lips to keep it from deflating completely. I started sucking again to see if I could return it to its randy state. 

Mother Superior had replaced her fingers with her tongue and was licking deeply between my ass cheeks and pussy lips which soon caused me to moan loudly and shudder as an intense orgasm took control of my body. She kept licking me slowly until I returned to normal. I stood her up and laid her on top of my desk where I helped myself to raise her skirts high above her waist. Her loose fitting panties came off easily as I slid them down her legs. She was about the same age and size as Blanche and I felt right at home doing all the things with her as I enjoyed with Blanche. My tongue was deep between her wet pussy lips as I drank her copious lubricating juices. I was occupied thus with her when I felt behind me something pressing against my slippery pussy lips. Watching us women, Fr.Bernardi's cock got up again and he was determined to put it to good use between my juicy pussy lips. He was starting to make entry there.

Paula paused to study my reaction to this news, but my cock was so hard Blanche had let it out of my pants and began to suck on my throbbing cock with gusto. 

"Please continue, Paula. I need a load of cum from your willing husband and your story will not hamper that in the least." 




Paula 02



I spread my legs and arched my back so willingly to make it easy for his velvety shaft to enter me with just a slight push. Sorry you weren't there to see it, Dear, but it all happened so quickly I didn't have a chance to protest. But of course you know, I was desiring to fuck right then and there and had no desire to protest if I had time. He fucked me soundly from behind as I ate Mother Superior's cunt, giving her several orgasms as I had two more orgasms myself. Soon Fr. Bernardi was pumping his load of seed deep in my love tunnel, painting the interior with his slippery juice. I have none to show of course, because he got right down to suck all the juices out of me he could, saying since I had a short skirt and no panties, he didn't want me walking around with sex juices running down my legs. 

I moaned as I emptied a load of cum juice in Blanche's mouth who was sucking me so hard I was afraid she would suck my testicles out of my ball sack.

"Sorry, Dear, but I was a very bad girl today," Paula said softly. "I had two amazing orgasms while Fr. Bernardi fucked my pussy so wantonly as I licked Mother Superior to two marvelous orgasms of her own. Fr. Bernardi howled with victory as he pumped his slippery juices deep inside my love tunnel from the rear. I was so naughty."

"No, you were a very good girl today," Blanche corrected. "You did everything just the way I would have and as I taught you. When opportunity arises you must take full advantage of it or it will soon be gone, never to return. Andrew will just have to content himself with the stories you tell him when you take advantage of your opportunities." 

"But Blanche, I'd really like to be there to at least watch if I could," I protested.

"I know you would, Andrew, but when it's not convenient, you must wait and picture it in your mind as Paula tells you about it. If you object, you'll cause trouble for yourself, for Paula and for your marriage. Great beauty such as hers is meant to be enjoyed, not put on a shelf to selfishly hoard there. Learn to just go with the flow." 

I knew Blanche had more experience in this sort of thing than I, so I said no more.

"Cheer up, my boy, I'll be here whenever you need me. Paula will still be here, she's not going to leave you as long as you are kind, and there no doubt will be others. You'll not be going without. You should be content to share Paula with others when the need and opportunity arises for her." 

Later that night when Paula and I were going to bed, I couldn't help but be awestruck by her beauty. 

"But, Dear, you left the window shade wide open," I reminded her. 

"I know I did, Darling. Blanche told me to. She wants to be able to watch us make love from time to time and said I should always show my lovely body as much as possible. You don't mind, do you Dear?" 

"No, of course not," I replied. "You do have a lovely body and it should be there for others to appreciate. I don't mind a bit." 

One fine afternoon, Paula's younger sister Maria came by to visit Paula after work. Paula took her next door to introduce her to Blanche. Maria is not as pretty as Paula but is still a very pretty girl. She is also two inches shorter than Paula, but since their bodies are so similar, she is as sexy as Paula. Blanche warmed up to her instantly and invited her to sunbathe in the nude also. Since Paula and Blanche already did so, she decided she would join in. The letter carrier came by some time later with a package for Blanche and Blanche let him in the back door. Since Blanche and Paula didn't bother to cover up, Maria didn't bother either.

"Two peas of the same pod," Blanche chuckled.

"The letter carrier acted like he couldn't leave quickly enough but Blanche never had a package left in the rain. The poor man should be used to us by now as many times as he's seen Blanche and I naked while sunbathing," Paula remarked. 

"Paula, your sister Maria was naked also?" I asked, totally astonished.

"Down, Fido. You'll get your chance to see," Paula chirped. "Blanche asked if she was still a virgin in a way that only Blanche can do without causing alarm. When Maria answered 'Yes,' Blanche told her she knew of someone who had a small penis that would not hurt her except for the breaking of her hymen. Maria said she'd keep it in mind but I could tell she was thinking hard about doing it. Keeping your virginity is not as important today as it once was. You just might get lucky some day, Andrew." 

"You would do that and have me take your sister's virginity like that, Paula?" I was amazed with unbelief. 

"Of course if that's what she wanted. Who else has a better tool for such a job as that beside you?" 

Paula was as excited as ever when we started to make love and I did the best for her I could, holding back my orgasm until Paula came first. We pledged our undying love for each other, but while Paula was satisfied with my efforts to satisfy her, I knew that she would now be seeking pleasure from others as she had just begun to do. I couldn't blame her at all, knowing that my cock was not as big and grand as other men, so I had to be content with whatever Paula let me have two or three times a week and would agree to let her find more pleasure with others from time to time as she found at her convenience. After all, what was my alternative? Also, it turned me on and excited me so when she told me everything she did that it was almost like me there doing those things to her. Things weren't all that bad.

Maria returned to visit several times more and Paula would tell me how Blanche would keep suggesting to Maria that twenty was too old to remain a virgin, and that she should soon take steps to become a real woman and lose that useless and cumbersome burden. Maria finally agreed to take the plunge, allowing Blanche to set up the entire affair. When Maria insisted she know the name of her partner in her defloration, Blanche divulged it would be me, her brother, who would take on the task. "After all, he loves you and would not do anything to hurt you like some ruffian would likely do," Blanche argued. With Paula's glad permission, Maria finally agreed and it was set up for that Friday night. Paula kept me abreast with everything as it unfolded.

Paula and I were at Blanche's house Friday night when her doorbell rang. My heart did flips in my chest until I found it was Fr. Benardi instead of Maria. He had been invited to bless the solemn occasion, as well as to provide some comfort to my young wife, Paula, for the evening. I was thrilled when I realized I might see Paula sucking his cock and, if all goes well, maybe see him fuck Paula as he had done at work. I was excited then beyond all words. He was a very likeable man.

After the cheese and crackers and the wine had been served, the doorbell rang again. This time it was Maria. 

"Am I late?" Maria asked.

"No, you're right on time," Blanche answered. "I asked the others to be here a half-hour early so they would all be here when you arrived." 

"But Fr. Bernardi is here; does he know what we planned to do tonight?" Maria asked fearfully.

"Yes, he'll bless the occasion. Don't worry, he's a great counselor. If you have any marriage problems or questions of a sexual nature, go to see him. He is very good," Blanche told her. 

"We'll have some wine and then I'll ask Maria and Andrew to undress so I can bless them. God said to mankind to be fruitful and multiply, but how can they if they don't get started on the right foot?" Fr. Bernardi exclaimed. 

We had the cheese and crackers then washed it down with plenty of wine. Maria and I soon had a warm buzz on and, without anyone saying it was time, we stood in the center of the room and began to slowly undress. When we stood before them naked, Fr. Bernardi raised his hand and blessed us, then told Maria to go and become a woman so she could be fruitful and multiply. Blanche led us to a bedroom and told us to have fun.

I held a nervous Maria in my arms and kissed her. It was like I was kissing Paula so I opened my eyes to make sure I did indeed have the right one. Maria kissed me again and leaned her naked body closely against mine. 

"They told you that there would be a slight bit of pain involved in your first time at intercourse?" I inquired.

"Yes, but they also told me you are mild-mannered and gentle and that you would not hurt me anymore than necessary." 

"Are you ready to become a woman then?" I asked to give her time to think about it and to back out if she so desired.

"Yes, my dear brother. I want you to make me a woman just as you did my sister. 

"First you must be properly lubricated," I said trying to sound like I knew everything about it. 

"Andrew, I'm as wet as I'll ever be from the anticipation of it all evening. Just get on me and put it in me, please," she said a little impatient with me. 

"Yes, of course," I said, trying to take my time because I felt I was ready to cum at any moment. "Would you like a pillow under your hips?" 

"Andrew, I'm not trying to get pregnant, I just want to lose my cherry. But if you think it will help, then put a pillow under me." 

Her scolding took some of the edge off and I felt a little more in control of myself so I got between her legs and pointed my cock to her love tunnel. She sucked in a deep breath in anticipation. I felt my cock enter the entrance to her love tunnel and paused when I felt the resistance of her hymen. Her legs were wrapped around my waist expectantly as her fingernails dug into my shoulders. 

"It will hurt a little bit now," I said to her.

"Yes, I know, Andrew! Just fuck me already, will you!"

This new generation is much different these days, I thought. Girls didn't talk that way in my day. Sensing her impatience again, I drew my cock back a little ways, then pushed forward pretending there was no hymen there to break through. I popped through her slight barrier with little effort and then paused to see if she would cry like Paula had. She had winced a little with pain then lay still for a moment while the pain subsided. 

"Ah, at last the job is done," Maria sighed. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever get around to it. Now finish the job, Andrew; fuck me like you don't even know me."

And fuck we did. I was so unnerved by her impatience I was able to fuck her with no trouble. In fact, I was able to hold off with no problem until her second orgasm before I dumped my load of juice deep in her moist love canal. 

When we were finished, we started to find a bathroom so we could clean up a bit. I wondered what Paula and the others were doing, wondering if I had missed seeing Paula giving Fr. Bernardi a blow job and fucking him. My nerves were all a jangle as uncertainty wreaked havoc with my brain. As I pulled the bedroom door open, Blanche, Paula and Fr. Bernardi were there on the other side of it, listening to everything that went on in the bedroom. They were still clothed and applauded us noisily as we came out. 

We went back into the formal lounge where everyone got undressed. I watched as Blanche toyed with Maria's breasts and pussy until she was breathing heavily with desire again. Paula was bobbing her head up and down the six and-a-half inch shaft of Fr. Bernardi. He wasn't so much bigger than me, about an inch, but Paula smiled at me joyfully. I suppose just a different cock was as thrilling for her as a giant cock. I didn't feel too bad about my cock size then. 

Blanche had moved down and started licking Maria's pussy who I suppose was enjoying a woman's mouth for the first time. How Maria wreathed and squirmed as Blanche's tongue pleased her so. I'm sure Blanche is an expert at that just as she is with everything else that's sexual. It gave me pleasure to see Maria have so much pleasure. I'm just too sensitive and passionate a person to not be moved by that. 

My cock had grown to full size again and I began to stroke it as I watched the sex play before me. Paula stood up and I watched her as she straddled Fr. Bernardi's lap facing me. I watched as she guided his cock between her beautiful pussy lips, smiling at me, and gradually got the velvety shaft safely sheathed in her wet pussy, the pussy which I married but which I now had to share with others from time to time. 

She began to slide up and down on the male member as she watched me watching her, smiling all the while as she enjoyed the adulterous coupling. I must admit I enjoyed seeing the erotic scene of my beautiful wife with another's cock deep inside her private parts as she enjoyed the coupling. She beckoned me to come to her with her wagging finger so I gladly went over to stand by her side. She then passionately pulled my head down to her for a deep kiss. Our lips met and tongues entwined as she held my head with both hands. It was then that I realized something was amiss; her mouth was far to wet to be normal. She stifled a giggle as she held my head tighter when I tried to pull away in my uncertainty. She swirled her tongue around mine deeply within my mouth as I recognized the taste. I had licked my cum from my fingers many times before this, as every male has done; if they claim not, don't trust them; they lie. The substance I recognized the taste of was Fr. Bernardi's cum which my naughty wife had received in her mouth when she gave him a blow job. She had not swallowed all of it and was now trying to share it with me, the naughty girl. At first I resisted but eventually gave in and we both swallowed, emptying our mouths together. Since it was mostly Paula's saliva by then, it was not at all unpleasant. Paula then pulled me to her and took my still erect cock in her mouth. 

"Give me your injection of cum juice now, Andrew. I want to taste the difference between you and Fr. Bernardi. Is that all right with you, Dear?"

I was happy to oblige her and enjoyed her oral manipulations as she bounced up and down on the throbbing cock between her lovely thighs. Fr. Bernardi's hands were all over my wife's lovely breasts, making it difficult for me to get to them, so I just enjoyed her warm mouth as she sucked and laved my throbbing cock. I put my hand beneath her thick, lovely, dark head of hair and lovingly caressed her neck as she slurped me into her mouth.

I looked back to Maria and Blanche who were still busy with one another. Maria was moaning loudly in an intense orgasm as Blanche worked on her pussy with an expert tongue. When Maria returned to normal, Blanche asked if she would like to reciprocate in order to complete the evenings lessons. Maria readily agreed and started licking Blanche's mature pussy with enthusiasm. 

I was so moved by the erotic sights and sounds around me that I soon had my second orgasm of the evening deep in my wife's throat as she continued fucking Fr. Bernardi. She swallowed my cum and went back to concentrating on her fucking of the good Father. I sat down to relax and just enjoy the sight of the stimulating activity around me. Paula didn't ignore me, she would look at me often while she fucked the slightly bigger cock within her married pussy. When she saw me watching her fuck, she seemed to reach higher levels of arousal as if we were fucking as a team with me helping her with erotic stimulation. She would moan and whine with delight with each orgasm she had until finally Fr. Bernardi let out a loud groan and deposited his second load of cum juice up deep inside my wife's well fucked cunt. 

Maria had learned the art of licking pussy well and had given Blanche several groaning orgasms with her mouth glued to the mature woman's fat pussy lips. We just lounged around while nude after that and drank some more wine while chatting about nothing in particular. 

"You love to watch me fuck others, don't you, Andrew," Paula said as we were laying in our bed later that night. She was smiling at me lovingly. 

"Oh. yes, I do, so very much," I replied. "I know I'm limited in what I can do for you and when I see you enjoying yourself so much, it's enjoyable for me to watch you." 

"You know I love you, there's no one I could ever love more than you, Dear," she said "Would you mind then if I lived a lusty life similar to Blanche's old libertine lifestyle?" 

"Paula, You are the love of my life and I want to make you as happy as I can always. If that would make you happy, then I suppose I can live with it very well." 

"I know you love me and you always give everything you can in your lovemaking, and I appreciate that, just knowing you're at least willing to try to please me means so much to me. Tomorrow night it will be just you and me and I'll cook your favorite dish, then we'll fuck until we're fully satisfied." 

The next day at work my mind was fully at ease. I didn't worry about who Paula was with and what she was doing, though I knew she was enjoying herself in some way. I was secure in our love and I knew she would tell me all she did so I could enjoy it too. 

When I arrived home from work, true to her word, Paula had my favorite dish cooked and ready to enjoy. We ate happily while exchanging words of love and admiration. But when the meal was finished and cleaned up, Paula became apologetic once again. 

"I know I promised you a night of love tonight, Dear, but it might be limited somewhat."

"Oh, love of my life, how's that?" I was just a little disappointed.

"I was very naughty again today, through no fault of my own," she began. "We should be in bed where I can tell you all that happened today, Dear.

We undressed and got in bed with the lights on and window wide open to give Blanche a show should she desire to catch it. The windows in the villa are dark so we can't tell if she's watching or not, but Paula does whatever Blanche wants. My cock was already erect with anticipation as Paula laid down beside me. She held it in her hand and began her story. 

The day began quite normally with me having no intentions of doing anything other than finishing my work and coming home. I had almost all my work done when a Mr. Renaldo came looking for Fr. Bernardi. As his secretary it was my job to entertain him while others looked for Fr. Bernardi. I was wearing one of my shorter skirts, and you know, not wearing panties I had to sit very modestly which seemed to tease and turn him on more than if I hadn't bothered. Seeing the front of his pants, I knew he was well endowed in that department and you know what that does to me. 

"But Dear, you were right there in the church office," I exclaimed.

"I know, but I noticed he locked the door behind him when we came in," she explained. "By the time he began his moves of seduction I was too far gone to resist, and accepted all his seductive moves gladly. I'm sorry, Dear, but I was soon naked and he with his pants down around his ankles was pumping his nine inch cock into my frothy pussy. I hate to talk about cock size, knowing what a touchy subject it is with you, but he was bigger than Blanche's friend, John, if you can believe that." 

"My God, what a monster! He didn't hurt you, did he?" 

"Oh, no, Dear, it gave me the most delicious orgasms I've ever had, but it did leave me quite tender there for some time afterwards, as you can imagine. If they hadn't found Fr Bernardi to cut the time short, I'd probably still be sore. He could fuck like crazy with that mule dick of his. Remembering it makes my pussy throb with desire. You can fuck me now if you want to, Dear, but please don't cum too soon; I need more relief." 

I was worried about her being hurt more than being greatly aroused so I climbed on top of my lovely wife and slid my hard but not overly excited cock into her very wet pussy. It felt so good to me, and I could tell it felt good to her, too. 

"Andrew, it feels like you're getting bigger. I don't know if it's all the sex you're getting lately, or just the tenderness of my pussy, but you feel divine inside of me. I'm going to have an orgasm already."




Paula 02



I made my dearest wife orgasm three times before I splashed my load of cum juice inside her warm, wandering pussy. I suppose her remembering the big cock she enjoyed that morning helped her immensely though. To her delight, she remarked it was one of the best fucks I had ever given her. I was so happy to give her that pleasure. 

We attended the company picnic and celebration of my boss' sixtieth birthday that next weekend which turned out to be a notable day. The food and wine was both plentiful and wonderful and the dancing marvelous. 

I had noticed later on in the day that my beautiful wife had not been seen for a while. Out of curiosity only, and feeling no jealousy, I began to wander around to see if I could locate her. I went to the wine cellar where large vats of wine were stored and heard some tell-tale sounds that sounded very familiar. I silently crept forward to find my sexy wife being fucked by my boss, Sr. Gino Lampini. Taking care not to be seen nor heard, I crept as close to them as I could where I could both see and hear everything quite well. 

"Ah, my dull employee has a fine and beautiful wife that may be too good for him," my boss said. "You must be sure to never tell him of this."

"But, Sr. Lampini, I always tell Andrew everything I do. I keep no secrets from him." 

"But surely you don't tell him of indiscretions such as this," he marveled. 

"Every detail," Paula said. "I tell him every detail while we lay in our bed, then we fuck like rabbits because we're so aroused by the story." 

"You really have such an arrangement such as that?" he marveled further. "I need to reward my fine employee for the great work he does around here, you know. Perhaps a promotion with a raise would be in order. Maybe some time alone with my wife would do them both a favor also." 

"As you see fit; that would be fine. I'm sure a better position for him would allow us to see more of each other. You know what an obedient employee Andrew is, and he would do whatever you asked of him."

Paula shifted positions to straddle his lap and give him the riding fuck of his lifetime in my behalf. It was no time until both she and he was having a quiet but intense orgasm as I made my way out of the wine cellar.

That night in our bed, I told Paula I was looking on while they fucked. 

"Did you enjoy the show, naughty boy?" she teased. "You know, sometimes it's a burden to have a pretty face like mine and have such an active libido such as I have, but at times, like today, it comes in very handy. Don't you think, Andrew?"

******



Paula



Hi----I got the idea for this story from a Literotica fan. I’ve never done anything like it but it’d sure be fun wouldn’t it?

A few months ago I met a woman while getting coffee at one of our local “gourmet” houses. We were in line and started talking about whatever (I was in my male persona). Her name is Paula and she’s 42 but looks an easy mid 30's, Very pretty with auburnclosetored hair that’s to her shoulders, very dark green eyes and one of those Irish cream complexions. A few freckles. A little too big mouth with perfect teeth. She’s 5'7" and maybe 135 with an average sized chest, shapely legs and a nice up-high ass. I got my coffee and as I turned to leave she gave me her card and asked me to call sometime so we could get together and talk more.

A week went by and I ran across her card in my billfold. It was a Wednesday night and I didn’t have much to do so I called her and asked if she’d like to grab a bite. 

We met at an old Italian place downtown. After dinner and a couple of gallons of wine (it seemed that way!) we left and ended up down on Harbor Island walking along the marinas. She had told me that she was divorced and had one daughter. I asked what had happened and she told me that he had been a decent enough guy but that it turned out that he was more gay than straight and at the time she couldn’t deal with it. She also told me that she had caught him dressing in women’s clothing and that that had really blown her mind. 

“Paula, there’s something I just have to tell you.” I said as I stopped and looked at her. 

“OK—what is it?” She asked.

“Well I’m probably a little bit closer to gay than straight and I like to dress in women’s clothing. A lot. I mean girls can be fun but I like guys a lot too.”

She laughed and shook her head. “That’s so funny. I’m older now and my ideas about sex have changed a lot. I’ve mentioned to my daughter that I’d love to meet someone like you just to see what I missed with my husband. You know what I mean? I just never took time to try to appreciate what he liked and just condemned him for it.”

“Well have you ever talked to him about it?” I asked.

“He’s living back east and is in a long term relationship. I wouldn’t bother him and besides he’s water under the bridge.”

(Just an aside........did you get the line three paragraphs ago about how she mentioned to her daughter? I hope that wasn’t lost on you.)

Next thing I know she’s asking me all sorts of questions about dressing and make-up and sex and on and on. A lot of it was about sex.

“I don’t really consider myself as being gay. I like women. I like the way their bodies look. I like to touch em and feel em and everything else imaginable. But I love cock. I’m not terribly turned on by men per se. Particularly in the persona of a man. But I love cock in any persona. I love to suck it and touch it and lick it and taste the cum on it.” I told her as I looked into her eyes. “And I particularly like cock when I’m dressed as a woman.”

“I bet you look good dressed as a woman.” She said.

“You want to see how good?” She nodded her head. “Then let’s go show you.” I said as I stood up from the bench we were sitting on and took her hand. We walked back to my car and drove back to my house. 

Once inside I sat her in front of the TV, got her a nice tall, strong vodka tonic and told her to sit tight for awhile. I went into the bedroom and became me.

When I was done I slipped out the outside door from my bedroom and went around to the front of the house. I rang the doorbell and waited. Eventually Paula opened the door.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“Is Mark home? I need to talk to him. It’s really important.” I said in my breathy tenor voice. 

She looked at me dressed in a black V neck sweater, a black silk mini that ends up 44 inches above the knee, open toed 3 inch pumps with black hose that’s held up by a cute little black garter. No panties. The only jewelry was a gold bangle on one wrist and a gold chain with a diamond around my neck. I had put on an brown with blonde highlights wig. I’m not going to bore you with make-up but suffice it to say I looked very good and if you’ve read my other stuff you know that I pass with ease. “Mark’s kind of busy right .............oh my god! It’s you!” She said as she realized who I was.

We went into the house and I modeled in front of her. Turned every which way. Pouted. Posed. “So what do you think? Am I a girl?” I asked.

She was sitting on the couch with her mouth just the slightest bit open as she watched my every move. “Geez if I didn’t know I’d never guess.” And of course that’s so very much what I wanted to hear! I turned on the stereo and put on some music. By now it was close to dark so I lit a few candles around the room. And then I started putting on a show for her.

I danced to the music. Moving my body. I’d move so that the skirt moved with me. I held the hem of it and moved it up my thighs til she could see the garter straps. I showed her my ass. I talked to her.


“You like girls Paula?” I said as I moved towards her and then away. “You like the way I look? Do I turn you on? Make you hot? Make you want it?” She was sitting back with her feet flat on the floor and her legs barely spread apart. She licked her lips and her right hand moved to rest on her thigh. “Cmon baby, tell me what you think of me. Tell me if you like it.” As I said it I moved forward to her and stood with one leg on either side of her knee and thigh. I looked down at her as I hiked the hem of my skirt up until my half-hard cockclit popped out at her. “You ever see a clit like that before Paula? Have you ever licked clit before lover? Want to?” She stared at it and really licked her lips. She stuck out her tongue and tried to lick the tip of it. I pulled back away from her. “You sure you want to baby? You sure you want it? Tell me.”

“I want it Mark.” She moaned as she tried to get it again.

“It’s Marlene baby. Marlene. Tell me again.”

“I want it Marlene. I wanna suck it. Please!” I moved so that she could get to it. She licked the head and put her hand up to touch the shaft. She had the head in her mouth and it seemed that Paula had some experience in the cocksucking department. Her tongue swirled around the head and she moaned on me. I let her suck on it for a couple of minutes and then pulled it out of her mouth with a pop.

“You like that big she clit dontcha Paula” I said as I waved it towards her face. “Now you get to eat some shepussy.” And with that I turned around and pulled up my skirt so that my ass pussy was exposed to her. I spread my cheeks so that she could see the gorgeous pinkness of me. As an aside, I have this really good looking ass pussy. You know how some get kind of dark with age? Mine’s as pink as pretty as when I was a little girl (okok a little boy). 

“Ohmygod.” She said as she reached for me. Both of her hands were on my ass as she dove her face into me. Her tongue was all over my hole going into it and out of it and licking and slurping and quite frankly getting me very hot. 

“Stick your fingers in it baby.” I said and she wasted no time sticking a finger up into me. Oh come on lover—you can do better than that.” And she started filling me up with fingers and fucking them in and out of me. All of a sudden her mouth was on my balls sucking on them and humming lightly against them. As she fingered my asspussy she pulled my big clit back and started sucking on the end of it as she fingerfucked me. I had to stop her or she was going to make me cum and for a change I wanted to do that in her creamy cunt. “You want my big clit in your pussy dontcha lover? You want to feel a big sheclit up inside of your dontcha Paula?”

She moaned as I held it out to her and shook it at her. The head was all red and hot looking and the way I was holding it made it look redder and more swollen. She lay back and pulled up her skirt so that she could get to the little white panties covering her soaking cunt. She pulled them off and spread her legs wide so that I could see the moisture glistening on her sparsely haired pussy. She used some fingers to open her lips and I could see her big engorged clit waiting for me. I went down on her and sucked it and flicked my tongue all over it. As she held the lips open I used my favorite technique and took hold of her clit with my thumb and forefinger and started to jack it up and down like it was a little cock. Hold it lightly and just slide my fingers up and down it and then go down on it and suck it like it’s a tiny cock. She was moaning and begging me to stick it into her so I just had to do it. 

I got between her thighs and stuck the tip onto her clit and rubbed it around. I was sliding it up and down her slit and then just let it flow into the opening of her pussy and down, down, down until I was buried hair to hair with her. She gasped as I sank into her and I knew she hadn’t had any good cock sex in awhile. I started going in and out of her fucking her slowly and then faster. She was so fucking tight. Almost like a little boy’s ass (but that’s another story too isn’t it) and her muscles were contracting and milking at my shecock. “Oh goddam I’m going to fucking cum!!!” She screamed as her legs locked around my waist and held me tight to her. Her pussy was spasming around my clitty and I yanked it out of her cunt and slid it up and down her slit hard making her cry out more. I then straddled her chest and rubbed the sticky wet thing all over her silk blouse as I jerked on it and finally shot a fat load of hot cum all over her blouse, face and mouth. She sputtered but then started scooping up cum and sticking it into her mouth and sucking her fingers. “Oh fuck Marlene that was the best ever.” She whispered. 

“You like boygirl sex huh Paula? Want to do some more sometime?”

“Oh goddam yes.”

I stuck my fingers into her pussy and went slowly in and out. “But I want to hear some more about you conversations with your daughter about what you missed out on. How old’s she Paula? Tell me.”

And now dear reader, I have to go cause this story makes me hot. But it’ll be continued really soon. And I know you’ll like it. XXX Marlene



Paula



Peu de temps après ma première aventure saphique (voir Agnès), je rencontrais une jeune fille de mon âge, Patricia, qui se trouvait avoir les mêmes penchants que moi. Elle se fut dans les bras de sa correspondante Allemande qu’elle découvrit sa bisexualité. J’ai également goûté aux charmes de la belle Teutonne lors de l’une de ses visites chez Patricia.

Patricia et moi avions fait plus amples connaissances lors d’un après-midi prévu au départ à l’étude de l’algèbre. Je ne sais comment on ait venu à parler de sexe, mais 1 heures plus tard on avait complètement oublié l’algèbre. On découvrait nos corps mutuels dans son lit.

On devint inséparable. L’été suivant, comme on avait réussit notre bac de français, je ne sais par quel miracle vu que l’on travaillait plus sur la découverte de nos plaisirs saphiques, la mère de Patricia nous proposa d’aller passer les deux premières semaine de Juillet chez sa sœur dans le Sud.

La sœur, Paula, était la copie conforme de la mère de Pat en plus chaleureux. Elle nous accueillit comme si nous étions ses propres filles. Son mari était sympa aussi.

Comme devoir de vacances, ma belle Patricia avait emmené dans ses bagages deux bouquins pornos expédiés par sa correspondante Allemande. C’était écrit en Allemand, mais qu’importe les dialogues, on s’intéressait plus aux images. Je me souviens que l’un traitait en particulier de la fellation et de sodomie, et l’autre plus du plaisir entre femmes. Evidemment le deuxième fut une très bonne base pour nos révisions nocturnes. On était sur un nuage.

Malheureusement, les deux bouquins disparurent un jour. Ce fut la panique, mais notre entourage continuait à évoluer sans encombre. On resta sur cette angoisse jusque à la fin de notre séjour.

Pat pensait que cela pouvait être un coup de la femme de ménage. Jamais sa tante n’aurait découvert les bouquins sans leur en parler.

Peut de temps avant notre départ, on découvrit que la tante n’était pas la femme qu’elle laissait paraître. On avait découvert, dans son armoire, des minijupes, une combinaison en cuir, des bottines sexy, des cuissardes, des robes ultras courtes, des dessous sexy, un godemiché et j’en passe. Elle cachait bien son jeu.

On était la veille de notre départ. Je n’avais pas voulu accompagner Pat pour une dernière séance de bronzette sur la plage. Je préférais passer mon après-midi au frais à faire tranquillement ma valise et espérant trouver nos deux bouquins.

La tante de Pat était restée également. Elle était au salon, écoutant de la musique et lisant des revus. Cette femme me troublait de plus en plus. 

Un moment j’allais doucement vers le salon afin de voir ce qu’elle faisait. J’écarquillais les yeux en apercevant deux superbes jambes qu’elle laissait se balancer assise en travers du fauteuil. Je pouvais avoir une meilleure vue sur elle grâce à un miroir sur le buffet du salon.

Je reçus un choc lorsque je découvris la tantine à peine vêtue d’une minuscule nuisette, en profonde masturbation à la lecture d’une revue que je ne pouvais identifier.

Une main plongée entre ses cuisses, elle dodelinait, les yeux mi-clos, jetant de temps en temps un coup d’œil sur les pages qu’elle tournait lentement.

Je revins en grand émoi dans la chambre et finis par m’asseoir sur le lit pour essayer de réfléchir. Un désir brutal venait de m’enflammer.

-Romane! » fit soudain la voix calme de Paula.

-Oui… oui… » balbutiai je en me mordant les lèvres.

-Ma petite Romane, êtes vous sûre de ne rien oublier dans vos préparatifs? »

Prise au dépourvu, je jetai autour de moi un regard surpris.

-Non, je ne crois pas… »

-En êtes vous bien sûre? »

Elle était restée sur son fauteuil et m’interrogeait depuis le salon.

-Peut-être que j’oublie quelque chose, je ne sais pas. Pat verra elle même au dernier moment! »

-Oh laissez Pat en dehors de tout ça, je vous prie! »

La voix plus sèche me fit tressaillir. Je commençais à deviner de quoi elle voulait parler.

J’entendis ses pas sur le carrelage. La voix s’approchait.

-Faites un effort ma petite Romane. »

Elle apparut sur le pas de la porte. Eblouissante. Ses cheveux défaits prenaient un volume cendré qui ornait son visage et descendait sur ses épaules. Son visage maquillé et bronzé me ravit. Cependant l’air sévère qu’il affichait m’intimida.

Sa chemise de nuit transparente me laissait admirer sa parfaite nudité, seulement interrompue par l’un de ces petits slips à dentelles que nous avions justement découverts quelques jours plus tôt dans sa garde robe.

Elle se tenait déhanchée sur ses hautes chaussures d’intérieur et mon regard glissa sur ses cuisses fabuleuses que je pus contempler de face, à droite, et de profil, à gauche. Elle était superbe.

Elle cachait ses mains derrière son dos.

-Alors, tu ne trouves pas? »

Sa bouche eut une moue malicieuse.

-Eh bien, il y a ceci…

Elle me montra nos deux bouquins pornos.

Je sursautais malgré la certitude que j’avais acquise au sujet de la disparition de ces deux bouquins. 

Elle me les jeta sur les genoux.

-Romane, je suis navrée pour vous, mais je vais immédiatement avertir ma sœur de votre influence néfaste sur ma nièce, car je suis sûre qu’elle n’est pour rien dans l’acquisition de revues aussi dépravées. Je les ai d’ailleurs trouvé dans votre propre valise. »

En cet instant, je doutai de ce que j’avais vu un peu plus tôt dans le miroir. « C’est à devenir folle, me dis je. A quoi joue t’elle? D’abord elle n’a pas trouvé les revues dans ma valise. Et puis, je l’ai bien vue se masturber sur le fauteuil! Mis où veut elle en venir à la fin? »

Je baissais quand même la tête prise au dépourvu.

Paula fit mine de s’en aller, puis se ravisa, l’œil soudain brillant.

-J’aimerais savoir une chose cependant. » Elle reprit les bouquins. « Quelle est la page qui te plait le plus? Montre moi! »

Sans remarquer son soudain tutoiement, je pris honteusement les revues.

-Je ne sais pas moi » fis je en haussant les épaules.

-S’il te plait, Romane, sois franche, au moins, une seule fois avec moi. »

Sensible à cet argument, je feuilletais les images.

-Voyons, » m’aida t’elle, » disons qu’il y a deux genres différents. Sur celui-ci, il s’agit surtout de fellations et… ah! oui, de sodomisation… Ces gros sexes te font ils envie? Et sur l’autre, c’est plus délicat… Il s’agit surtout de plaisirs particuliers entre femmes. Des lesbiennes, n’est-ce pas? Allez, lequel préfères-tu? »

Je ne saurais si ma réponse fut bien sincère ou si elle fut dictée par une espèce d’intuition diplomatique, mais je désignai timidement le second.

-Voilà donc ce qu’il te plait » dit-elle avec une petite moue. « Et pourrais tu me montrer ici ta photo préférée? »

Je poussais un petit soupir d’agacement.

-Allons, lève-toi et fais ce que je te dis! »

Me retrouvant à sa hauteur, je fus obligée de passer en revu toutes les photos salaces de la brochure. Les langues fouissant dans les fentes trempées, les doigts bagués de femmes caressant les seins et les sexes d’autres femmes. Bizarrement, ces images qui m’avaient tant excité quelques jours auparavant, n’avaient plus d’effet sur moi dans la situation présente.

Je sentais de temps en temps son beau regard se poser sur moi, sa respiration devenir plus irrégulière.

Au milieu du bouquin, une photo s’était glissée entre les feuilles. Croyant à une page détachée des autres, je l’examinai et mon ébahissement me laissa sans voix : une superbe jeune femme blonde se tenait debout, tendant le nombril à une brune opulente et agenouillée, qui lui lapait l’entrecuisse. La ressemblance était frappante.

-Mais c’est… c’est… » fis je, bégayant de stupeur.

Paula sourit, et me fit d’un air détaché :

-Je m’ennui un peu parfois. Heureusement ma voisine et moi-même avons les mêmes goûts. Cela nous rend réciproquement service… »

Le brûlant désir qui m’avait tordu le ventre quelques instants plus tôt et que les reproches cinglants de Paula avaient un peu éteint, me submergea à nouveau, jusqu’à la limite de la défaillance.

-Continue, » susurra Paula « et dis-moi laquelle tu préfères? »

Je saisis la photo glissée entre les feuillets.

-Celle-ci. »

-Tu me flattes beaucoup. Es-tu sûre de ton choix? »

Je hochais la tête affirmativement. Elle se tenait près de moi. Je sentais son souffle, son parfum, les formes pleines de son corps qui frôlaient les miennes. J’osais lever les yeux pour la regarder, en lui tendant toujours la photo.

Je vis ses lèvres sourire. Sa main me prit par la taille. Sa bouche s’approcha et se posa délicatement sur la mienne. Puis elle me serra davantage et insinua sa langue entre mes lèvres entrouvertes.

Sa photo tomba à nos pieds et, fiévreusement enlacées, nous échangeâmes un long baiser.

Nos lèvres se décollèrent lentement. Son rouge s’était sans doute déposé sur mes lèvres, car j’en conservais le goût de framboise. 

Paula me regarda en souriant.

-Tu embrasses bien, ma chérie. C’est avec Pat que tu as appris? »

-Pas qu’avec elle, » fis-je enhardie.

Elle soupira profondément, visiblement très excitée. Elle me saisit le poignet droit et plaque ma main contre l’une de ses cuisses, douce, veloutée, puis la guida, centimètre par centimètre vers sa chatte.

Je caressai doucement l’étoffe du slip qui s’enfonçait dans un sillon charnu et humide. Sillon brûlant. Je l’aidai à se débarrasser de l’étoffe humide. 

N’écoutant que mon désir, tandis qu’elle m’embrassait à nouveau, je remontais les doigts jusqu’au liseré, pour les égarer dans la toison soyeuse. Instantanément, je trouvai l’orifice onctueux de sa vulve, dont j’appréciais la moiteur prometteuse. Et comme elle me mordait la langue et les lèvres, je caressai l’antre profond et odorant qu’elle m’offrait…

Nous basculâmes sur le lit, étroitement enlacées, papillonnant de nos langues et de nos doigts agiles sur nos parties les plus sensibles.

Paula m’allongea sur le dos et avança sa grotte, envoûtante fleur rouge, jusqu’à ma bouche. J’avalais avec ferveur ses tendres chairs luisantes d’où se dégageait une forte odeur musquée. Ma langue lécha inlassablement sa chatte juteuse. Un délice pour la jeune fille que j’étais! Elle retira alors son déshabillé et saisit mon visage. Sa toison me chatouillait le nez mais je n’aurais pour rien au monde abandonné ma position. J’avais une superbe vu sur sa poitrine.

Assise sur mon visage, elle ondulait en gémissant et se mit d’un coup à me chevaucher plus furieusement, lâchant de petits cris :

-Oouiii! Oh! que tu le fais bien. J’aime tellement ça tu sais! Tu faisais ça avec Pat, toutes les nuits? Je suis terriblement excitée, tu sais? »

Oh que oui. Je m’en rendais bien compte.

Elle se retourna et me présenta ses fesses bronzées, rondes, bien pleines, sensuelles à plaisir. Elle les écarta avec empressement.

Son anneau, violet, froncé, tout irisé, s’ouvrit facilement au contact de ma langue fouineuse. J’en profitais pour la glisser le plus loin possible, ce qui lui fit agiter les fesses avec frénésie, tandis qu’elle semblait secouée de frissons.

La sodomie devait être un de ses jeux favoris à en juger par la souplesse de la porte secrète de sa petite fleur.

Après de longs gémissements, suivis d’un léger spasme autour de ma langue, me sembla t’il, elle abandonna cette position pour m’honorer des mêmes bienfaits.

Me manipulant comme une poupée, elle me coucha sur le ventre, m’ordonna de cambrer les reins pour mieux lui présenter mes fesses et glissa même un coussin sous mon ventre.

Plaçant ses paumes sous mes cuisses, elle goba littéralement ma vulve surchauffée, et sa langue fit des prodiges sur mon clitoris amplement érigé, à l’orée de l’antre aux plaisirs.

Elle me maintenait solidement pour m’aider à tenir la route, et mit un paroxysme à ma béatitude quand elle perfora mon pertuis intime en y introduisant une langue diabolique qui embrasa mon ventre particulièrement réceptif en ces instants.

Mon crâne frappait contre le mur sous les secousses répétées du plaisir. Durant de longues minutes, je crus sombrer dans le délire.

En fin d’après-midi, nous n’étions plus que deux corps presque brisés, inanimés, étendus mollement sur un lit bouleversé, léchés, sucés, comblés de toutes parts. Je me sentais totalement possédée par cette démone, aussi belle que perverse.

Elle me parla d’elle et de son mari. C’était un couple libre, butinant ensemble, ou chacun de leur côté. Ils aimaient l’échangisme. Ils faisaient des soirée « spéciales », elle se faisant saillir par son mari ou l’un des invités pendant qu’une caméra filmait toute la scène. Elle le faisait aussi avec quelques unes des ses amies.

J’appris que nombre de ses sorties en ville, se prolongeaient souvent chez l’une d’elles, parfois même chez la maîtresse du moment de son mari, avec qui elle échangeait passionnément un plaisir pervers et raffiné.

Dès mon arrivée, je lui avais plus. Seul son lien de parenté avec Pat l’avait fait hésiter.

Elle m’en vit désolée… que de temps perdu!... et bénit son intuition de dernière minute, lorsqu’elle se décida enfin à tenter « quelque chose » par le truchement des fameuses revues, trouvées par hasard, alors qu’elle rangeait du linge repassé dans notre chambre.

-Dis-moi mon amour! » lui dis-je.

-Oui! »

-Si j’avais choisi l’autre bouquin, je suppose que tu y avais glissé également une photo? »

-Bien sûre! »

-Que représentait elle? »

-Une autre photo de moi et de la voisine. Je porte un superbe godemiché et honore son petit anus. »

-Tu n’es qu’une Perverse!

-Humm oui. »

En s’embrassa à nouveau.

J’ai usé de ce stratagème avec une petite stagiaire mignonne à croquer.



Paula



The blank door swung open and her lover gestured her into his apartment.

"Come in, Paula."

Always taller than she remembered, from even the week before, giving her a feeling of being diminutive and overborne, and with it a strange aura of awe and mystery. She wondered if perhaps that was why she was attracted to him, the males in her family, when growing up, were all well over six feet.

She knew she was inexperienced in some areas and capable in others. Just fifteen minutes ago she had hefted her camera bag onto her shoulder, stepped out of her own apartment and closed the door, turning her back on her husband and two young sons for the day. To her family she was the cornerstone and it suited her, fed a need, especially as she lacked ambition for anything but home life with the boys. Fortunately she also lacked an education that, holding a degree, she might have been fired up for the business world or academia, losing the leisure to read that she treasured.

Swinging the heavy bag to the floor, she removed a fruit cake she had baked the day before. For him because he asked it, although she wasn't sure if it was an example of control or her cakes really were better than that available at the store. She turned to look questioning at her lover, wondering what he had in store for the day. 

The scent of his body filled her nostrils, just as stepping into the room reminded her of him, with the added sharpness of photographic chemicals. The scents of all the bodies in her life were familiar to her, she could have identified each by leaning into their temples and inhaling, blindfolded. Even her sons' best friend scent she knew, catching it as different from her family's as the four of them played card games as they often did, while their father was at work. 

Regarding her tenderly, as mentor to a pupil, he said,

"Today you're going to learn a fundamental lesson in darkroom work."

Turning to the second bedroom, he gently opened the door, the attached pads insulating the room from drafts and dust. Handing her a damp pad he said,

"Dust removal is crucial, one speck on a film, when enlarged becomes an ugly white flaw on the final print. You're clever at retouching but if care is taken beforehand then rescuing the print isn't necessary afterwards".

At 25, even though a mother and a wife, she accepted his authority over her, for she knew his knowledge far exceeded hers. His 40 years covered a college degree in graphic arts as well as a deep involvement in psychiatry and human emotions. 

Taking the cloth, she diligently wiped every surface of the tables, stands and equipment in the room while he did the same with the floor. The work took several hours, at the end, they prepared the darkroom for a printing session next time she came. 

When they had finished, he took her hand, leading her to the bedroom where he handed her a soft package. Wondering, she opened it up to reveal folds upon folds of strangely pliable, creamy fabric. 

"What is it?" she asked.

"Latex fabric, high quality, fine gauge." he answered, a half smile on his face. Stroking, caressing, she was amazed at the tactile responses through her fingers. 

"It's like skin!" she exclaimed.

"Take off your clothes," he prompted, while reaching for a roll of duct tape beside the package. 

Once undressed she stood still, watching his hands, as he applied the soft material to her waist, smoothing it around and taping it into place. Then carrying it down her thighs and between her legs, completed the enclosing of her lower torso in a form fitting sheath, the drawn together edges running down her outer thighs. 

Stroking her body over the top of the fabric held a strange sensation of her skin yet not her skin, feeling being transferred directly to her own nerves. 

Watching her touch herself, he stirred into an erection, dropping his clothes, and moving towards her. Taking her hand, he led her to the bed, caressing her body over her breasts, belly and across the latex. His mouth found her nipples, sucking as they hardened, as his fingers rubbed the latex covered lips of her labia. 

The strange sensations increased her excitement and her legs parted instinctively. He guided his erection to her open thighs, pressing, probing, at the taut membrane, while she panted with the pressure on her clitoris. 

Harder he pressed, forcing the fabric , until... it broke and he surged within with a cry, thrusting deep and hard into her depths, his victory bringing him quickly to orgasm, collapsing on her, exulting on the success of the experiment. 

Tracing her way home, she mused on the event, realising he must have bough samples of all the gauges to test for the one most suited for breaking with the right pressure. Typical of this strange man, an abounding curiosity, living alone all his adult life, and now with a willing female to experiment on for the first time - to try out ideas that had been in his head, ideas others might not even have thought of...



Paula



Paula was the most recent addition to the office staff. A petite brunette, about 5'3", who seemed incapable of any other facial expression except a large grin or a beaming smile. The whole office was captivated by her. Even Brian, a confirmed gay, doubted his sexuality a little as she walked by. She greeted everyone she met the same way, from the managing director to the office janitor; a cheery wave, a bubbling 'good morning' or 'how are you today'; she quickly became the darling of the office. As for the men they all thought, except Brian, that she was most certainly, eminently fuckable, and at eighteen, all of them were ready to do the job. What would have surprised the guys was that one other thought the same way.

Linda was the mainstay of the accounts department. Although only thirty she had been there almost twelve years already and every major or even minor decision went through her. Tucked away in the corner, behind a large desk, she watched over the others like a mother hen watching over her chicks, or on a bad day like a wolf waiting to pounce on some unwary prey. Linda was a stickler for office decorum, any hint of romance between employees was to be frowned on; it reduced productivity. That is, until she saw Paula. 

Linda had never doubted her sexuality; she was, she thought, 100% heterosexual. Even when her husband, of eight years, brought home the odd porn film she insisted that he 'fast forward' through the lesbian parts as they held no interest for her. Now here she was watching for 'her'. Glancing up every few minutes, afraid that she might have missed her walk by, even a fleeting glimpse of her reflection in some polished surface would send Linda's heart racing. She was smitten.

At first she dismissed it as an attraction some women have for each other, more sisterly, than sexually . . . but soon she yearned for her. Days that Paula was absent from work were devastating for Linda. The day seemed empty and without purpose. Others noticed but did not associate the two events. Linda even timed her breaks to coincide with Paula's, unfortunately so did others. Paula never seemed alone, she was always surrounded by admirers, although she never seemed to court it. Try as she may, Linda never had Paula's undivided attention. 

Linda devised a plan, and then dismissed it. Would she want to risk everything for what amounted to a schoolgirl's crush on a classmate? No way. But each day more flesh was added to the bones of her plan, until others noticed her preoccupation.

"Problem at home Linda, you seem a little distant today?" one asked.

"No, just a little under the weather, I think I have a cold coming on, you know how that effects you," she answered, making a mental note to concentrate more on her work.

The days, weeks and months merged until the end of the financial year approached. A busy time for the accounts department. It was also time for Linda to put her plan into action.

At this time of the year it was customary to have a staff party at the local pub. A strange time to hold one, but because of the increased workload their social life would shortly be put on hold. Everyone would meet at the Red Admiral at seven and the drinks would flow until closing time, then tomorrow the heavy schedule of work would start. Most of the people left the office slightly earlier than usual to have time to dress up and return for the get together.

For Linda all was going to plan, until about mid afternoon when the doubts set in. Suddenly she realised the risk she was taking. What if she was rejected? Worse still, that she was rejected and the office found out? And her husband, he would be devastated, if he knew. One minute she abandoned her plan and the next she was embellishing on it. As it was her plan was put into action without her doing anything.

People drifted away until Linda was alone in the office. She looked about the deserted room and thought that perhaps it was for the best. Her plan was to ask Paula to help with some fictitious filing job but her courage had failed her.

She stood up from her desk and began to pack her belongings away. I'll give the party a miss, she thought, she wasn't in the mood now. Then she heard the tapping of feet in the corridor. Could it be?

"Hi Linda, not going to the party?" Paula shouted, "I can help you finish up, if you want?"

Linda looked across the room at the dazzling smile that belonged to Paula.

Linda's mouth went dry. "Erm... thanks, there's not much to do, just clearing the desk." She had formulated the first part of her plan, the part she hadn't carried out, and anticipated the final part, but she hadn't considered the approach, and here it was; Paula standing only a yard away, no one else in the office, the broad smile and those kissable lips, Linda froze.

"You ok?" Paula asked, "Here let me help." She reached across the desk to gather some papers into a tidy stack. Linda could smell her perfume as it drifted up from her. Her head was below Linda's, her hair barely an inch from her lips, she lent forward and allowed her lips to brush the brown hair, the fragrance intoxicated her. Paula felt the touch and in raising her head caught the bottom of Linda's jaw.

"God, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Paula said, the concern in her voice.

"No, I'm fine," Linda replied, her voice husky with emotion.

"Let me look." Paula moved around the desk and cupped Linda's jaw in both hands moving closer to inspect for any damage. Linda could feel her breath on her cheek, on her lips. She closed her eyes a deep sigh escaping from her. Then she felt it, lips on lips, the barest brush, but still a kiss.

Linda opened her eyes slowly. Part of her wishing it was her imagination, the rest desperate for it to be real. There, inches from her own were Paula's eyes staring into hers. Her head tilted to the side as if in slow motion, she leant forward her lips touching Linda's. It was hardly a touch, more like a graze of lips against lips, there and gone in a fleeting moment, before she was back staring into Linda's eyes again. Waiting for encouragement, or rejection.

All of Linda's reservations and fears fell away, soon they were kissing, passionately, urgently as if the world was about to end and this was the only time they would have together. Their arms went around each other, pulling their bodies together, breast against breast, groin against groin.

Linda began to suck on Paula's lower lip, pulling it towards her, exposing her pearly white teeth before releasing it to move onto the upper one. Paula groaned, panted and groaned again. Their lips met together again, their heads moving in unison, one to the left, one to the right and back again, their lips clamped together.

Paula's hands moved down Linda's back, cupping her arse, drawing her even closer. Then she started to gyrate her hips, grinding her pussy against Linda's, fucking her, even though they were fully dressed. Paula's arousal was such that soon she was panting into Linda's mouth, then sobbing, then whimpering as she climaxed. 

She buried her head into Linda's shoulder, "Where?" was all she said, but Linda understood.

Holding hands Linda led her down the corridor and into the managing director's office. She knew that he had a small bedroom just off from the main office. When he had late meetings and felt he couldn't face the drive home, he would stay overnight. She opened the door and guided Paula inside. They turned and faced each other, kissing again, gentler this time. Even though the bed was only inches away they knew they could take their time now, no one would discover them.

They pulled apart, just enough to provide the space for their hands to start unbuttoning each others shirts. Each button was popped to coincide with their partners. Linda's hands moved to Paula's shoulders brushing the fabric free, allowing the shirt to drift to the floor, exposing Paula's bra and the swelling of her full breasts. Paula turned away, allowing Linda to undo the small catch at the back and her bra fell, landing on the floor next to her shirt. Paula fell face down onto the bed, her legs giving way at her arousal. Linda reached between Paula's hips and the bed cover, unbuttoning her pants and drawing the zip down. After removing Paula's shoes she slid the fabric down, leaving her in just her red lace panties. 

She leant forward allowing her lips to plant tiny kisses on the nape of Paula's neck before moving down, her tongue charting a course down her spine. Two discs down, then one up, then two down again, a trail of saliva indicating Linda's path. Her tongue went down until it encountered the top of Paula's panties. Linda's hands went to the sides of the flimsy fabric drawing them down, over her hips, her thighs and free.

Linda gazed at the twin orbs of Paula's arse, before licking and kissing over the creamy flesh. Paula's hips rose, inviting Linda's tongue further down, her hands pulling her cheeks apart. Linda stared at the small puckered opening before allowing her tongue to move down the valley and around Paula's anus. Her tongue circled the small opening for several minutes before the rising of Paula's hips indicated what she wanted. Her tongue dipped inside, Paula groaned at the intrusion. Then she pushed backwards, wanting more.

Linda paused; she couldn't believe what she was doing. A happily married woman a few hours ago, albeit a little frustrated, and here she was performing anilingus on another woman. She faltered for a few seconds, and then carried on. Using her tongue like a small prick she began to probe Paula's anus pushing inside as far as she could, before withdrawing to lick around her rose. Using her saliva as lubricant Linda inserted first one then two fingers into Paula's tight arsehole, feeling Paula's contractions gripping her fingers as the beginnings of her orgasm bubbled inside her. 

Suddenly Paula flipped over, "My cunt, do my cunt," she whispered.

Linda looked down at the neatly shaven pussy, before tearing her eyes back up to Paula's face. She saw the pleading there, no longer the smiling Paula but a face of pure lust. Linda stretched out her hand and traced a finger up and down Paula's delicate lower lips before inserting it deep into her cunt. She began stroking the 'G' spot, a couple of inches inside on the front wall, before moving her head up to suck on Paula's dark pink nipple simultaneously. The nipple grew harder as Linda massaged the inside of Paula's pussy. Paula was bucking uncontrollably under her, almost threatening to throw her off the small bed. Paula's orgasmic blush started, sending her breasts and shoulders a delicate pink. She let out a low groan then a loud scream.

"Fuck . . . Fuck . . . Fuck, I'm cumming, don't stop."

She was thrashing about, Linda struggling to keep in contact with her, until just as suddenly she collapsed back onto the bed as her orgasm enveloped her.

Paula removed her finger and raised it to her lips, tasting another woman's cunt cream for the first time. It tasted sweeter than her own. She wanted more. She moved her head between Paula's legs and lapped at the heavy, aromatic fluid.

"Your turn," Paula said pulling Linda up her body by the shoulders, licking her own cum from Linda's face.

"Undress for me," Paula asked.

Linda stood and reaching behind, loosened her bra, allowing her breasts their freedom. They were smaller than Paula's, in fact Linda knew that she hardly needed a bra such were their firmness. Paula watched, her hand lying lazily in her groin, but her finger was rubbing against her clit, masturbating. Linda watched her wank for a few minutes before removing the rest of her clothes. Her bush, although neatly trimmed was more luxurious than Paula's and was already wet with her juices. Paula beckoned her to the top of the bed and directed her legs each side of her head. Linda knelt bringing her cunt down onto Paula's waiting lips. She could feel Paula's tongue lapping at her, drinking at the well of her arousal. She ground her cunt into Paula's face using the tip of her nose to rub against her erect clit; she could feel her orgasm beginning. Paula stopped.

"Fuck me," she said, pushing Linda down the bed. Paula pulled Linda's groin into her own until their cunt's kissed, then directed her fucking motions. Clit rubbing against clit, the lips of their pussy's sliding silkily across each other. Soon Linda's orgasm which had already been close was coursing through her body. Paula's, due to her own masturbation, was close behind.

Linda buried her head into Paula's shoulder, her orgasm subsiding, reality breaking through the euphoria. Her husband would have to be told, told that she was leaving him for a woman, this was not just sex, it was lasting love. She rolled sideways and along side Paula, resting back onto the bed, exhausted by their love making.

"Your husband, has he got a big cock?" Paula asked, almost innocently.

Linda stared back at Paula, struck dumb by the question.

"Do you think he'd like a threesome?" Paula continued, as if it was a natural progression from their coupling.



Paula



Paula used to work with my wife, in fact, sat next to her for the past 2 years. That was until my wife was killed in a tragic accident a few months ago. Paula is a petite blond with a killer body and an unbelievable southern accent. Unfortunately, Paula was married to a real jerk; a man who treated her like a piece of furniture and ignored their son. 

A few months after my wife's funeral, Paula called me and asked it I wanted to go shopping with her.

"Why, "I asked.

"Because silly, you need to get out. Plus I promised your wife I would check up on you," Paula answered. "Besides, Ivette always told me you enjoyed going shopping with her all the time."

"Okay, when do you want to go," I replied.

"I'll be at your house tomorrow at 9 am to pick you up."

"That'll be fine with me, but . . . . . "

"Sorry, gotta go. We'll talk tomorrow," Paula said as she hung up.

At 9 am, Paula knocked on my door and as I opened it, she knocked me out with her outfit. She was wearing a sundress with the back so low, I caught a glimpse of her tattoo and a pair of mid heeled sandals. I got real hard in an instant. After all, it had been months since I had been with someone.

"Thank you for that greeting, but you can close your mouth now," Paula said as she stepped into my house. 

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"That's okay. I don't mind. Are you ready for me?" she asked coyly.

"Sure, let's go shopping."

"What did you want to tell me last night," Paula said as she climbed into my SUV. 

"One of the rules that we had for shopping was that you have to model for me whatever you come back with."

"I know that silly and you won't have to worry because I'll model for you when we get back to your house."

Well we got to the mall sooner that I hoped since I was checking out Paula's legs that whole way there. But we got there without any mishaps and in a flurry Paula was picking out clothes and asking me to hold them until she went into the dressing room. While she was in there trying on her outfits, I went over to the lingerie area and picked out a matching sheer black bra and thong set and then found a pair of sexy black high heeled shoes. I made my purchases and hurried back to the dressing area to find that Paula wasn't done yet. Well I hurried out to my vehicle and dumped my purchases in the back.

"There you are." Paula squealed, I thought I lost you."

"No, I was just looking around for something nice for you," I replied casually.

"Like what?"

"Like this dress, it would go nice with your eyes."

"Flatterer, but you are right. I'll be right back." And with that said Paula dashed back into the dressing room.

Paula finally made her purchases and we got back to my SUV. I put the bags in the back while Paula got in the passenger seat. She never knew about the little purchase I had made for her to model for me. After a quick bite to eat we made it back to my house and I grabbed the bags and placed them on my bed, but my bag I moved under the bench seat. Paula took her outfits into one of the walk-in closets to change. She made me close my eyes each time she came out to see my reaction. I could tell she was pleased, since I always gave her a second up and down lust filled look while checking out her outfits. 

"Oh, this was so much fun that we have to do it again, " Paula exclaimed.

"Wait you are not done. Here is another outfit you came back with? And with that said I handed her my purchases for her.

Her eyes grew very big as she pulled out the matching bra and thong and then the high heels before saying "I can't model this for you."

"Why not"

"Well, because I didn't buy it."

"Our agreement was whatever you came back with, you would model for me. And besides, I don't bite."

"Okay." And with that said Paula walked back into the closest and asked me once again to close my eyes. When she was in front of me, she told me to open them up.

I was stunned by how good she looked in the sheer black fabric. Her nipples were fully erect and her pussy was completely bare. I asked her to turn around for me. After she did I admired her rear for a long, long time.

"Well how do you like it, since you so obviously bought it for me?" Paula asked coyly.

"You are beautiful. May I?

"May you what"

With that I reached out to stroke her cheeks lightly sending a quiver up Paula's luscious body. I stood up and ran my hands up her sides until I reached her breasts. I slowly ran my hands over them gently teasing them until I heard Paula moan. I kissed her neck on both sides and I squeezed her nipples in my fingers and her body jest melted back into mine. Since she wasn't topping me, I trailed my hands down past her stomach and under her thong. Paula parted her legs to give me access to her pussy. I stopped at her clit and massaged it between my thumb and index finger.

"Oh, GOD, yes," Paula cried out. "More, please, more!!!!"

I removed my hand from her thong and kissing her back removed her bra and then her thong. I trailed my tongue down her crack while Paula moaned a long drawn out "O." I got her thong off and left her in her heels while I grasped her cheeks in each hand while I rimmed her anus. That got a much bigger "O" what of Paula.

I then turned her around and while I still knelted at her feet, I begin kissing my way up her thighs until I buried my tongue deep into her wet, juicy pussy. 

"OH, God, don't stop. PLEASE don't stop!" Paula cried out. 

I kept licking her pussy and clit until Paula finally succumbed to a full body orgasm that if I wasn't holding her up but her butt cheeks, she would have fallen down. I then stood up and carried Paul to the bed. I ripped off my clothes and proceeded to ram my eight inches of cock up her pussy. Paula wrapped her legs around my thighs and pulled me tighter against her. Soon we began a good steady rhythm that lasted for about ten minutes. Paula had at least 3 orgasms until I shot my load deep inside her. 

"I can't wait until we go shopping again," Paula whispered to me as she was getting ready to go back home. 



Paula



I am Italian, so if I say things differently than you say them, forgive me and enjoy the story anyway.

This story was edited and co-authored by simaddict.

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One night my young wife Paula and I were making love in our bedroom; she was being very coy and seemed more turned on than usual. She proposed a sort of riddle game, with a lot of 'what if?' questions, like she was testing me to see when I could be jealous. Her first question was rather mild, "what if a guy made a pass at her?"

"Well, Paula, that would be no surprise," I replied. "In fact, it would be normal because you are a very pretty girl. It's not your fault you look so sexy going around trying to get work." 

She said, "I love you," and played with my cock stroking and kissing it. When I was hard she smiled and said to my cock, "You cute little fellow, what if I considered dating another guy? Would you be jealous?" 

I became a bit curious about the game. She never played around like that before, and I knew she hasn't dated another guy since we've been married, or hasn't yet dated another guy. 

"Do you have an interest in dating other guys?" I was very surprised.

"No, I am not interested really," she answered, but didn't sound very convincing. "What if we had a threesome and brought another person into our bed for me to play with? Would you become jealous then?"

I looked at her in disbelief as we had never discussed such a thing nor even fantasized about doing something like that. A threesome? I was not upset but very surprised indeed. 

"What is this, Paula, do you want to have a threesome?"

"Oh no, dear, not exactly, but I went to Blanche's this afternoon and we talked about sex."

Blanche was our middle aged neighbor. She is a tall woman with ample breasts and a nice wide arse, and always dresses well. My surprise went even bigger as she was a very formal and reserved widow. I couldn't picture her sitting and talking about sex.

"Have you talked about sex with Blanche?" 

Paula confirmed it. That afternoon Blanche posed several questions about our sexual life. I asked what questions. My elusive wife answered "bagatelles," and started to tell everything.

Let me introduce the story now.

At the time, Paula and I were married for fifteen months, and we lived as the happiest of couples in a nice cottage, something like a cosy love nest on the hill with a great view on the bay. It belonged to Paula's mom. We enjoyed there our loving, solitary condition with no regrets about leaving the crowded town. 

Of course we mixed with friends on Saturday nights, but the cottage was rather far from downtown and few people, save Paula's mom or elder sister, paid us the occasional visit during the week. Blanche was our closest neighbor. Paula, who was raised shy and reserved by her Catholic mom, was a very pretty girl with the natural elegance of a tall and limber osier: deep velvety eyes and a sweet, gregarious and obedient character. By the way she was 23 years old and I was 28. 

I was absolutely in love with her and worked hard to make good money to spoil her. Being inexperienced about worldly affairs, Paula had also a hidden and suppressed attraction to sex. To complete the picture I must add that we fucked like rabbits in the bliss of solitude being in need of nothing else than love and tenderness there. On our wedding night, which we spent there, Paula was extremely shy and bashful about sex and cried the first time we made love. Well, she was a virgin, but after that, she began to like sex so much, she began to wear me out. I could barely keep up with her. 

One year or so after our marriage a person moved in the empty villa next to our cottage. Furniture movers relocated a truck full of furniture into the great house: antiques in a large quantity as well as books in great numbers, fine arts objects and a magnificent grand piano. At last the owner arrived.

She was a very elegant lady in her late forties or early fifties. Paula and I were rather curious about this tall, glamorous blonde woman living alone in such a lovely house. 

For quite a while we rarely caught sight of her and only heard music from the piano, but once she spotted Paula feeding our cats. The lady also loved cats so she approached Paula and they made small talk. 

Our neighbor's name was Blanche, fifty-one years old. A former classical pianist, she apologized for her very frequent piano playing. She was a widow without a family. Her brother lived in another state and she has no other family. They talked for a while, exchanging pleasantries, and Blanche demonstrated a favorable state of mind, becoming very interested in us, a still newlywed couple. She continually paid Paula sincere compliments on her pretty looks and she was sure that we were happy living in our love nest. She could probably hear Paula's moans of ecstasy when making love as well as we could hear her piano playing because the villa's windows were always wide open.

Later Paula introduced me to our neighbor and we became very well acquainted. One evening she invited us to have dinner at her place. Blanche was a perfect hostess, we had a great time, and we returned the invitation a week later; our great friendship had a start like this. 

Paula was still unemployed and had a lot of time to spend with Blanche. Our neighbor had good talking points and carried on very interesting conversations. Step by step she became a sort of charismatic leader for my wife. They talked about Blanche's experience as a pianist or about her dead husband and the end of her married life. 

With her husband she lived abroad many years, visiting exotic countries as Japan and Java, and she had always something brilliant to tell. Such scented, idle but spicy talks turned to confidence in the new born friendship which lay between Paula and Blanche. Every so often Blanche demonstrated an interest in our private life, posing Paula a few casual questions and among many things sex made also its appearance.

One particular afternoon Blanche seemed to be interested more than usual in our private life and posed Paula one question after another about our activity in the bedroom. She wanted to know how frequently we made love, (she no doubt could hear the calls of ecstasy from Paula's orgasms) if we favored a particular position rather than others, if we experimented in sex with fantasies involving other people and so on. Her questions never had been so explicit and she made even an enquiry about my dick size. Half blushing, half in amusement my wife answered all questions and admitted we had frequent sex. Yes, she sucked on my cock, yes, I licked her pussy, yes, usually we made love three times a week and twice on Sunday maybe, but no anal, no fantasies and no experimentations. And my cock was not so big. (Paula told me all this.)

Blanche smiled at this last sentence from my wife.

"I know, Paula, you and your husband have frequent sex, as every newlywed couple does, but your lovemaking is lacking fantasy and kinkiness." 

"What do you mean, Blanche?" asked Paula.

"You'll find out, dear," Blanche said again stirring a lot more of my wife's curiosity.

"May I do something different with Andrew (me) to improve our sexual life?" asked Paula. 

Blanche had to giggle.

"Try a little role play, test his jealousy. Ask him what if you fool around a bit, then suggest he act like another guy fucking you, and let's see what happens," she sentenced. "Do you like the idea?"

Paula nodded and asked Blanche if she had ever tried something similar with her husband.

"Now I have a monastic existence playing the piano, feeding cats and sowing seeds, but my life was quite different once," Blanche answered.

She confessed to have had an agreement with her husband. He was a permissive, older gentleman with the secret habit of watching his wife with other men, and Blanche had lovers during the marriage. She called them "trusted friends." Her behavior as a married woman was absolutely lustful, and very interesting, but unfortunately her husband got sick and passed away, dissolving such a lifestyle into grief. She was deeply in love with him, so much that as soon as she widowed, Blanche remained in her marital house to keep her husband's memory alive. 

A few years later she moved to her place next to us where nobody contacted her except for an older friend, "One of my beaux from the good time and a very good disinterested friend now," she admitted with a certain complaint for passed times. 

"This is fantasy and kinkiness in a couple's sexual life, Dear," she confided, but she had not finished and continued. "Your husband is a lucky guy to savor a cookie such as you are, baby, but I think his lovemaking is lacking. You risk becoming a frustrated housewife with a loving but small dicked husband in an isolated condition. I would like to teach you a thing or two to support your awaking, if you follow me." 

Paula plead a good pupil condition to our neighbor's erotic lessons. "I know you have many things you can teach me and I gladly place myself in your guidance."

That night the 'what if' riddle game made his appearance and Paula related to me the story of Blanche's lascivious marriage. At first I was a bit confused and can't imagine a formal and reserved person like our neighbor was so kinky. I figured the whole story was nonsense and dropped the matter in a moment, but Paula was greatly influenced by Blanche and so insisted. She said it was only a joke and she wanted to try imagining having sex with another guy. 

It was only a joke so I pleased her, granting her wish. I acted like a strange guy checking her out, dating her, and fucking her. We got excited necking and touching our bodies as a couple of lovers meeting each other for her first time. At the end of which the adulterous wife opened her pussy to her lover's cock. The play was terrific and she literally exploded on me. The day after, in a stir of enthusiasm, Paula told Blanche I fucked her pretending to be another guy. Blanche congratulated her on the good progress and didn't mention sex again for a while.

Her search for work led Paula downtown among many strange people, many of them lecherous men who pinch women's bottoms and laugh. Paula said she didn't mind the pinching and started doing things to entice them, standing with her butt just so, crossing carelessly her legs too high, and letting the wind blow her short skirt way up before giggling and pushing it back down. For the next few days Paula couldn't stop talking about having exposed her body to men she didn't know, and how exciting it had been. I didn't tire of hearing her as it excited me also. Of course she told Blanche about her exploits also.

After a cold and rainy winter, spring marched in. With the good, warmer weather, Blanche invited my wife to sunbathe in her garden while I was at work, and Paula accepted enthusiastically. They had a good time tanning in the mild late spring air and tales on sex flourished again during their sunbathing sessions. First they sunbathed with their swimsuits on, but a particular tale of Blanche laying naked on a remote sea-shore of Asia getting fucked by her Japanese lover under her husband eyes stirred so much Paula's fantasy that our neighbor proposed they went topless or even totally naked to demonstrate how it felt to Paula. My wife was at first rather embarrassed to undress herself totally in front of Blanche and shed only her top, but our neighbor insisted.

"Don't be shy, Paula, the back garden is really secluded and nobody can catch us apart from occasional visitors" she said. "We'll keep robes handy in case someone should knock on my door." 

That was true and therefore Paula complied with our friend's invitation to bare herself completely. A smirking Blanche observed with great satisfaction and rapt attention Paula getting naked. She lavished debonair compliments on my wife's twenty-three year old, apple sized boobs, succulent brown nipples, pretty pink slit and very nice arse. 

Paula was very excited because for the first time she bared herself totally for a nude sunbathing session in the open air. She found the experience sensual and exhilarating. They burst into laughter and in the highest mirth, Blanche softly called Paula names like "little naked slutty wife" or "delicious exhibitionist whore" and compared Paula's fit body to her fatness, making Paula look at her slightly sagging breasts, large brown nipples, fat thighs, hairy pussy and large clitoris in comparison.

"Never the less, Blanche's slightly saggy boobs and thick ass have a certain charm," commented Paula later, laying with me in our bed. "Blanche has an aura of pure. raw, uninhibited sex when she sunbathes in the nude. She had me wet with sexual excitement."

"You saw Blanche nude, and she saw you totally naked?" I asked in disbelief. "She really has a nice body then?" 

"You must see her, I would like to have your opinion," she said engulfing my erect cock in her mouth and going up and down with her head, "but I can't invite you to join us because Blanche told me to be quiet with you." 

Retelling the nude tanning session produced still an even greater excitation in her and she played with my cock, joking and giggling. Her stories had the same effect on my cock as they did on her pussy. 

"You must see her, I would like to have your opinion," she said engulfing my erect cock in her mouth and going up and down with her head, "but I can't invite you to join us because Blanche told me to be quiet with you." 

They continued to tan quietly in the nude every day unless it rained, talking, eating and having fun. By that time Blanche had no secrets from Paula, telling her of every different man to enter between her thighs, and my wife also told our neighbor everything that happened in our bedroom. I had no secrets either, it seems.

Role-playing was a constant which Blanche commented favorably on when told of the different scenarios we employed. Nevertheless, during a sunbathing session, she remarked on Paula's demure attitude. 

"You have made good progress, Paula, but you are still too shy. I think your delightful body must be shown more," she opined. 

Paula blushed as usual. Though willing and loving the attention, the excitement would overwhelm her.

"You blush every time someone pays a compliment to your beauty. I propose an innocent play for your liberation to loosen you up. I'm waiting for the UPS delivery guy in half an hour. Let's let him enter by the backdoor. I'll answer the door with a robe on and you remain on the sun bed in the nude. He'll get a complete eyeful of your naked body passing by the path. Nothing else. That bit of exhibitionism will be a blast for your skill and a thrill for your sexual life. You ought only to tell your husband that another guy caught you in the nude and study his reactions tonight." 

"All right," she said with an impish smile, giggling like a schoolgirl on a dare.

Paula accepted and remained nude while at very close range the guy walked along the path. In bed she told me all that happened and apologized. 

"Sorry, dear, I couldn't help it. Blanche had been so erotically suggestive that I was really eager to show my body to the UPS delivery guy. Sorry a million, Dear, I got wet and aroused, too. Are you angry with me, Honey?" 

"No, Dear, no, I'm not angry. It excites me to imagine it."

"Thank godness!" she giggled "The poor guy even stubbed his toe on the stone pavers because he was ogling her nakedness so intently! Blanche says my dark hairy pussy is so exciting to every one which gazes at her!"

I was not angry at all, but horny as ever. She tantalized me with intention. I climbed on her with a very stiff cock shoving it in her pussy at once but the lay lasted no more than a few seconds. I'm sometimes premature when overly excited that way. I tried to justify myself, but Paula giggled and said she maybe needed a good lover for real if I didn't stop.

Under our neighbor's inciting, they repeated the scene few times over. Paula exposed her naked body to the UPS guy a second time, the letter carrier, and once to a food delivery man. Every time Blanche added a particular twist to the play, prodding Paula to show more, and Paula every time had something exciting to tell me. How I loved it.

A week later, two men watched my wife laying naked on a sun bed and she even showed herself spread eagled as per Blanche's encouragement. She explained the scene explicitly how she could feel her juices from within trickle out of her slit and run down to her butt cheeks as the two strange men stood and ogled her. We were really in heat at her telling it and our love making went out of control. I did not last long that time either. This time Paula scolded me more severely, complaining I could not fuck her properly.  Of course I apologized and told her I was just too excited by her story but I would try to do better next time.

Blanche wanted to know my reactions in details from Paula when she described to me the events of the previous day, and my sweet wife once again confessed that I had hurried up the fucking in a sort of frantic fuck and came in a few seconds. I was so turned on I could not control myself. 

"Haven't you had an orgasm, dear?" Blanche enquired again. 

"No, I haven't," answered Paula. "Well, sometimes I do."

"That lacking of sexual resistance from him to control himself is very dangerous. You will be a frustrated wife in a hurry, Dear. You ought to do something for yourself. Since today you had been only a bit naughty, showing your delicious body to other men, now you are ready for another further step." 

Blanche then proceeded to hug my wife closely to her, pressing their naked bodies together. She swayed her body to and fro, causing their breasts and pussies to rub together. About a minute of that and Blanche persuaded Paula to relieve the sexual frustration between her legs while she watched and did the same.

Two or three days later Blanche offered to sooth with oil the sunburned back of my wife, who agreed to receive the massage. Paula was nude on her knees with her back to Blanche, and suddenly she felt our neighbor's mouth and hands on her neck and tits. My wife opposed slightly and offered a very light resistance, then relaxed because she started to enjoy it very much, and Blanche went ahead and performed an erotic massage on her. At the end of the massage, our neighbor fingered and licked Paula's pussy altogether, bringing her to an amazing orgasm. After two or three repeat sessions with my wife lying on the bed, enjoying Blanche's blandishments, Paula reciprocated the favor and began handling, fingering, and tonguing her friend's big cunt to bring her to sexual release as well. 

When Paula told me what happened today, she was all hot and flustered and tried to apologize again, but my mind had completely changed and I asked Paula to ask if I could join her and Blanche to at least watch them have a Sapphic session. I realized I was telling my wife to have sex with someone else so I could watch them, but that's what I wanted. She is so beautiful, I just can't help myself. Just the thought of seeing her make love to someone else drove me crazy. 

Paula passed my request to our friend who agreed and we had many steamy threesomes as a result. The first time I joined them was unforgettable. Blanche, dressed in a man's suit, slowly undressed Paula as a lustful male lover would, and my wife twitched with excitement as our neighbor kissed her all over her body. Then they did a sixty-nine for a while, and later Blanche fucked Paula with a very big strap on dildo. That was the most exciting part of the night and Paula cried out with lust as I have never heard her before. 

The play was really exciting and Paula for days and days had no other thought than eating our neighbor's cunt, and her little pussy being eaten and dildoed by Blanche.  Blanche was the dominant one in all our get together, and usually she fucked my wife at the end of the threesome with her double-size dildo. I couldn't believe Paula was able to take such a big tool inside her pussy so well, but she cried out so high with lust. 




Paula



Sometimes Blanche wanted to feel something real inside her pussy and had me fuck her from behind while she ate my wife. She liked to watch also and ordered Paula to blow me, calling her name "little cocksucker." When I fucked my wife, Blanche incited me to shove hard and strong in "this young bitch" or to fill up Paula's "insatiable cunt". Paula usually came like no tomorrow while Blanche called her names. I have now learned to at least wait for her to have one orgasm before I blew my load.

As the plays progressed, Blanche said Paula was a soon to be a submissive slut and wanted to watch her fuck a different cock than mine. She proposed to call her ex-lover as he had "a very big pecker."

We discussed Blanche's proposal many times. Paula was hesitant, but the idea to be fucked by another guy in a sort of foursome was really exciting for her. Just talking about her having a different cock in her besides mine had her to heights of arousal unequaled before. However, she feared her Catholic family would hear some rumors and silly talks on our sexual behavior because we lived in a small town. 

"No way, I argued, Blanche was very reserved and trustworthy, and presumably her friend was also." 

So I reassured her and added "Come on Paula, it will be pure fun, you go wild with Blanche's dildo; and think about a real big cock up your pussy, and imagine how many positions you will enjoy: he on you with Blanche and I watching the action, you and Blanche on him in various combinations, he on Blanche while she is on you, you with two cocks to play with." I could not believe I was urging my wife to have sex with another man, but Blanche had such a strong influence on both of us I could not help myself, being so overcome with lust and passion.

On her side, Blanche continued to praise the virile John, her ex lover, with winning words "He is very well hung in the cock department and he knows how to use it. You will be fascinated by his manhood, he is a great long lasting lover. Your dearest hubby has a cock too small for your real needs." 

These explicit suggestions persuaded Paula. She admitted I was not so big, as well as rather fast to come, leaving her unsatisfied sometimes, and agreed to meet the man. She was now smiling happily with anticipation.

**

John was a sturdy man fifty years old with a resolute look. We met him at Blanche's on a Friday night.

As soon as Blanche introduced him to us, he complimented Paula on her figure and sex-appeal. I suggested to Paula to dress sexy, and her attire encouraged him as she had on tight slacks that fitted her round ass and she was without a bra under a flimsy shirt so her breasts jiggled free with nipples in clear view. The atmosphere became very sensual with sexual tension.

Blanche said "You must see those perky tits in the flesh, John. She has some nice upright nipples on them and I'm sure she's dying to show them to you. - Paula, be good, and open the shirt."

My wife unbuttoned her shirt slowly in a still wavering mood, glancing at me for my approval. I nodded and she took off the shirt, approaching bare- chest to John who handled her tits expertly, pinching the nipples while she froze. His hands elicited soft mewling sounds from Paula's shy lips.

Blanche added "She is a dirty little teaser, acting bashful, but she likes to be nude and aroused as frequently as she can, John. In a minute I convinced her to stay stark naked in front of a UPS delivery guy, you know. - Paula, shed your slacks and slip off the panties, it is time to show your beautiful pussy." 

My wife was completely nude in a moment and turning around slowly for all to see. I could see her tremble with sexual excitement as she showed her lovely nakedness to everyone, the lips of her pussy beginning to look quite damp. Blanche commanded her to show her slender silhouette and her perfect round butt. Accepting then a request from John she placed a foot on the sofa where he sat, then stretched her pussy lips wide for all to see. John tickled her clit and inserted a finger inside her moist cunt. 

I knew it was the first time that my wife went so far with another man. Her moans told me she liked what he was doing, but her eyes were wide with wonder. While he fingered Paula's pussy, Blanche stripped to her skin and begun to kiss my wife's neck and shoulders, playing with her tits. Paula shook with lust under the attention of a woman and a man while I jerked off, excited as ever. 

"She has a great sucking talent. John, show her your cock, Paula will blow it good," Blanche said. 

He dropped his pants, showing a big cock, muche bigger than mine, with a fat head and great balls. 

"Quite a prick on him, eh, Paula? Nothing to compare to your beloved husband's tiny one. Show us how much you like it," whispered Blanche to my wife, who knelt to take the cock in her mouth. With Paula's head going up and down, and John's tool sliding in and out of her mouth, Blanche fingered my wife's cunt and said, "This little bitch is soaking wet and eager for a fuck. I know her, she never says no. Let's go, John, give this young married slut something to remember."

While John undressed, Paula lay down the sofa, spreading her legs and watching me masturbate but she lay in wait a very short time. Sporting his big and thick erection he was between my wife's thighs and entered her at once. Paula had her first highly vocal orgasm then and Blanche approached me while I masturbated to say, "Do you like to watch your little wife fucking another man? Does she not excite you?" I nodded while John fucked Paula with great strength. 

Blanche added "He is good; look how she is enjoying his cock. You are a born cuckold, my dear." 

It did not bother me in the least to be called a cuckold; it was so exciting to watch her, I was trembling with passion. I felt extreme pride for her as she gave John the ride of his life, wrapping her legs over his back and drumming his ass with her heels. I felt a real appreciation for my young wife then, I was so proud of her.

Blanche seated on my side grasping my cock, fingering herself, looking at John and Paula. He had his way with my wife for twenty minutes whilst she came many times and despite the fact she wasn't on pill, he ended filling her pussy twice. Blanche had masturbated me to two orgasms and had two or three orgasms herself while we watched John fuck my wife. I was fascinated as I saw his seed dripping out my wife's cunt. She looked so beautiful with pearly white cum juice running out of her sweet pink slit and trickling between her gorgeous ass cheeks

We rested for a while talking, showering, etc.. Blanche and Paula took turns sucking John till he was ready for another jump. Paula let him lay her on the sofa for the second time lifting her legs high with her genitals on full display. He put his hands around her butt, tonguing her wet cunt, then said "I want to take your ass now."

Paula gasped aloud as he penetrated her, but she closed her eyes and pushed herself forward onto his penis. He sunk deep then pulled back to sink again quickening his movements with my wife moaning and shaking under him. Hearing her moans I masturbated frantically and Blanche instigated him to thrust his dick in and out, pumping my wife's ass faster and faster. Blanche engulfed my prick in her mouth and drank all the spunk I could deliver while John emptied his load deep inside my wife's back hole.

It was quite a night, the first of many.



Paula- An Unfaithful Wife?



I hear heels clattering on the doorstep, a key in the lock, and footsteps in the kitchen. I switch off the TV and go through, noting on the clock in the hall, that it's past 2am.

My wife is pouring herself a drink. "Well?" I ask, in mock-authoritarian tones.

She turns around, auburn hair dishevelled, red mini-dress strap hanging off one shoulder, and a small ladder in her stocking. Her head is bowed, and she's biting her lip in contrition. She looks up at me with "I did it again..."

* * *

I remember the first time, and how quickly it came. We had been having problems with our marriage; both in our late 30's, things were no longer exciting, finally coming to a head with a massive argument. We talked for days. To cut a long story short, the eventual outcome was that we agreed we would abandon our inhibitions in the bedroom, live out our fantasies to the limit. She was so obliging, I still blush at the thought of it. The way she accommodated my desires and fantasies was breathtaking, and even some three years later, I can still close my eyes and picture the look on her face the first time she wore a strap-on dildo.

I also told her I would do absolutely anything for her, imagining that she would come up with some mild, benign fantasy involving dressing up or handcuffs.

How wrong I would be.

It seems she did fantasize after all, she just hadn't admitted to herself that it was important, or indeed possible. But, as we lay on the bed some months later, she started to tell me her thoughts. 

She was dressed in a black wonderbra and panties, propped up on one elbow, smoking a cigarette and stroking the underside of my cock with a painted fingernail. In a kind of conspiring tone, she said "I've been thinking a lot lately, about what you said. Maybe there is something I'd like... I mean, really like!"

"Oh, yeah?" I said, interested. I just love to hear her talk like this.

"Not sure if you'd like it, though," she said, taking a drag of her cigarette.

I sat up. "Tell me."

She sat up too, knees pulled up, and took a deep breath. She looked me in the eye.

"Weeell... I want to be fucked by other men."

"W- what? What d'you mean?" I managed to stammer.

She instantly became defensive, and turned her back to me. "I knew you'd react like this."

I put a hand on her shoulder and moved closer, kissing her neck, and putting an arm around her waist. I realised I was becoming aroused.

"Sorry, love. I didn't mean to sound like that. Tell me more."

She turned around, and I realised she was aroused as well. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated as she started to talk.

"You know I like you to vibe me when I suck you, don't you? You must know what I'm thinking about..."

We were close to each other by this point, and I could taste the fresh smoke on her breath. I pulled her towards me and kissed her, and was surprised by the ferocity of her response. The beating of her heart, also, was impossible to ignore. We French kissed frantically, fingering each other. "I know you like the way I look when you fuck me... (kiss).. You must think about it... (kiss).. me with two guys... (kiss).. fucking me at both ends..."

My arousal was now absolute, as was usually the case when her language descended to the gutter. Fairly soon we had become our usual (post-argument) mutual admiration society, working each other up to a shattering series of orgasms, assisted by two identical & very large black dildos.

For the next few weeks, it was obvious she was thinking of little else, and the subject pervaded our lovemaking. "come on," she panted as she rode me, her tight anus clamped around my shaft. "I know you like me as a slut, smoking in bright red lipstick with my titties hanging out. I know you like other guys looking at me. I want their cocks, as well..."

She'd save pictures on our computer where she knew I'd find them; always a woman would be getting fucked by two or more men, usually gazing at the camera with an enormous black cock in her mouth. Subtle it wasn't. I began to suspect she was very serious about this.

A week or so later, she returned from a night out with her friends, and I noticed she was quiet and quite sober. She also got into the shower before bed, which was unusual because she knows I adore the way she smells and tastes after a night out. I love to smell cigarette smoke in her hair, stale perfume, red wine and not a little perspiration on her from a night's dancing in a club. It all adds to the heady cocktail of sex that engulfs me as she sits on the bed & spreads her legs for my willing tongue. On this occasion, she just told me she was really tired, mumbling something about taxis, and went more or less straight to sleep after a few tender kisses.

She was quiet and irritable for days after, until I challenged her in the kitchen, with "look Paula, what's the matter?"

Immediately, her lip started to twitch and she broke down, hugging me tightly and sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm so, so sorry," was all she could say.

It transpired that she'd been out in a nice, black, low-cut top (she likes to wear a white lacy bra underneath, and push out her chest so it shows through), and as usual, she'd been winding guys up, clomping around on her heels, showing off her stocking tops, that kind of thing. This time, however, she'd had a few too many cocktails & had taken it a bit further, necking with a guy in an alley. He was quite insistent, she said, and before she knew it, she'd been on her knees sucking him, sobering up as his cum splashed onto her shoulder and sleeve. She had to clean up in the pub toilets, and since then she had been racked with guilt at what she's done.

I wasn't really surprised, as I'd seen how she could flirt outrageously. What did surprise me, however, was that following the initial (and expected) pangs of hurt & jealousy, I was starting to feel aroused, and as I pulled her towards me, still crying, I became aware of the swell of her breasts and the colour in her parted lips, and started to imagine her in that alley, looking just a little uncomfortable, as this guy cajoled his way into her mouth.

I didn't have to work that day, so I led her upstairs, and ran a hot bath. I decided she needed to be pampered, which is exactly what I did, scrubbing her back as we bathed together. She eventually started to relax, lying on my chest with a glass of wine. From behind, I nibbled at her neck and earlobe. "I love you so much, Paula. I fucking love you so much. You're so gorgeous, and sexy..."

I made it quite clear that what she had done had been enormously erotic. "Just be careful in future, eh?" I said, tenderly. "Maybe I should be nearby, next time..."

She gasped, and turned round, almost spilling her drink, and started to shower me with kisses. "Oh, darling, would you do that for me? Watch me do it? Oh, my god, fuck me now..." 

She turned over onto her knees, and grasped my cock, pulling me towards her. Water splashed over the sides of the bath as I shafted her, once again that image in my head. "Talk to me..."

She looked back over her shoulder at me, almost sneering. "I'll be leaning on a wall, no knickers, with my skirt up while some guy I've never met is fucking me from behind, and you'll be watching me from the shadows, watching him do me."

I came almost immediately, as she squealed and moaned through her own orgasm. At this point, it became apparent to me that I wanted this as much as she did. I wanted my wife to be a slut, and not just for me.

We talked for weeks about it, getting more and more excited, working out little details. We agreed on most points; for instance, we wouldn't accept a watered down version, it had to be all the way. We didn't want any fumbling with condoms, and anyway, we both wanted her to take spunk, so she started taking birth-control pills straight away. We would monitor her for social diseases, and to minimise the risk of HIV she would go for married men, but that was it. Unprotected, penetrative, ejaculative casual sex in an alley, while her husband watched. 

The first time was almost textbook, and I can remember it as clear as day. She's a tall girl, and in heels she's approaching 6', so with a short, pleated skirt, black stockings, a plunging halter-neck top and too much makeup, she's difficult to miss. We entered the bar, a notorious pick-up venue, separately, and within a few minutes she was chatting to a guy at the bar, flirting in her usual way. I kept a safe distance so I wouldn't be seen. They sat down at a table at the opposite end of the bar from me, the guy obviously plying her with drinks, which she accepted readily. At one point, I felt a stab of sadness as he took her hand, and she leaned towards him, her boobs spilling forwards and her glossy red lips parting for a kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up, leading her towards the door, and she looked over to me with an urgent look. She seemed to relax a little as I left the bar, a short way behind them. I settled into the shadows of a warehouse doorway, just 20-30 yards away, as he started to kiss at her neck. She looked over towards me, unsmiling, and lit a cigarette, her back against the wall. She returned his kisses for a while, dropped down, unzipped his flies and released his erect cock.

My initial shame and jealousy gave way to lust and admiration, at the sight of this porn star my wife had become. For my benefit, she said "Ooh, you're big... bigger than my husband," before taking him into her mouth, and sucking. She couldn't resist looking at me, and winking. I felt precum leak from my cock.

She blew him enthusiastically for several minutes, and he started to moan as if on the verge of orgasm, but she disengaged and stood up. Draping her arms over his shoulders, I heard her ask "do you want to fuck me?" He nodded an assent, and reached into his back pocket for a condom. "Put that away," she said, then, louder, in my direction "cum inside me..."

There was a wheelie bin in the alley, and she made use of this; folding her arms across the top, she could look directly into my eyes in the doorway where I hid, knowing I was watching in awe. The guy couldn't get his cock into her quickly enough, and her breasts jiggled in the halter top as he banged her. She looked straight at me, letting her cigarette dangle from her lips the whole time, knowing this would turn me on even more, if this were possible. As the guy's orgasm started to arrive, for real this time, she started to encourage him, mainly for my benefit. "That's it, baby, fuck me all the way. Pump it into Paula." It was obvious she wanted him to remember her name.

As the guy moaned and started to cum, she visibly shifted her feet further apart and lifted her bum to accept as much spunk as deeply as possible. She took a huge drag, exhaling in my direction and smiling "oh, yeah," as the guy shot his cum up her.

After he'd withdrawn, she flicked the butt of her cigarette towards me and hitched down her skirt as he leaned on the wall, breathing heavily. "You better go that way- I'm meeting my husband soon..." she said, composing herself, applying a fresh coat of lipstick and primping her hair. The guy disappeared, and she strutted towards me proudly as I emerged, giggling at my obvious wide-eyed speechlessness. We had planned to have a drink and talk about it, but I couldn't wait that long. I took her by the hand, with a "c'mon..." and led her around the corner where I had parked our car. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, and we barely had time to close the car doors before lust overcame us, and we dived at each other, kissing fondling & biting. "Oh my god, Paula," I said, reaching between her stocking tops to feel a stranger's still-warm spunk leaking from my wife's vagina. "You fucking gorgeous slut. You sensational fucking bitch."

She smiled nervously at me, a finger between her teeth. "Am I a bad girl?"

"I think you know the answer to that one, you fucking cumslut!"

"Well, there's plenty more where that came from! You're going to see your wife fucked senseless... Now, take me home and show me how much you adore me.."

I drove. "Did you enjoy that? His cock looked quite big to me..."

She turned round to face me and paused. "Oh, yeah. And he was shunting it right up me. It was fantastic. We better hope those pills work, or I'm pregnant, for sure..."

* * * 

Over the coming months, things progressed. I watched her pick up men in the same bar; fucking a black guy one week, sucking off two at once the next. She was an absolute cock whore in that alley, totally obsessed. She just couldn't get enough. And neither could I. Friends dropped hints to me that her behaviour was somewhat risqué, but stopped short of telling me she was gaining a slutty reputation. I knew already, and revelled in it. I doubt they could ever understand how good it made both of us feel.

She had gained so much confidence, that one night, as we made love, she said "you know, I think I'll be OK now. You don't have to be there, every time, if you don't want to be..."

I felt those pangs again, as I realised she wanted to take it even further. 

"It's just that, well, I met this guy at work, and he wants to take me out. I think I'd like to spend the night with him..."

An incredible sadness spread over me; she wanted to give herself completely, albeit just for a night, like a teenage girl in love. We talked for ages, and I found it difficult to conceal my hurt and jealousy. Showering me with kisses, she told me I was the only one she'd ever loved, and she would never, ever leave me, but she needed this aspect of her life now. I agreed with her, that it had enriched our relationship completely, to the degree that I could barely look at her without an aching, physical desire. I consented, and she showed her gratitude by applying a thick coat of lipstick, and wanking me off onto her mouth while talking obscenities, one of my favourite bedroom treats.

It was such a bittersweet pleasure, watching her get ready for her date with him; I sat in a chair in the bedroom while she dried & styled her hair, put on her eye shadow, thick mascara and expensive Dior lipstick in a deep orangey red. She put on her earrings & diamond necklace, followed by her best lingerie- plum red lacy balconette bra and French knickers from Aubade, finished off by sheer patterned hold-ups and heels.

She lit a cigarette and turned round to me, a hand on one hip. "There, what d'you think?"

I couldn't find the words; I just wanted to hold her, and as I put my arms around her, she giggled, and whispered "careful, don't spoil my paint," as she gave me a tiny kiss on the lips, letting me savour the gorgeous scent of her lipstick and her wonderful Clinique eau de parfum. She put on her green floral-pattern summer dress.

I couldn't stop myself crying as she drove away; to see her putting so much care into getting ready for someone else was heartbreaking, but so exceptionally erotic. She had told me she may be back tonight, but we both new she would be fucking all night.

I slept fitfully, waking ever couple of hours, masturbating at the thought of her, completely lost in love in that guy's bed. I thought again of that first time; when we'd got home, we were both so completely aroused, that we'd got into a sixty-nine position on the bed, and I'd licked all her lover's hot cum out of her while she'd gorged herself on my own spurting tool. I imagined her giggling and swaying as he pawed her in his bedroom, stepping out of those expensive pants and getting between the sheets.

The next morning, she arrived back at about 11 o'clock, dropping her bag in the hall, where we kissed uncontrollably. Her breath tasted almost comically strongly of semen. "Sorry I'm so late..."

"So, it was a success, then?" I asked, nonchalantly..

"Oh, fuck, yes," she replied, in that beautiful, husky voice of hers. "Want to hear about it?"

As I suspected, they were back at his house by 9pm, and they had fucked all night, and this morning, too. "He's fucked me sore," she said, proudly.

She looked up from her coffee, a guilty look on her face. "He's fucked my arse sore, too..."

I knew this would come eventually; she'd always said she'd kept her arsehole just for me, but we did agree early on that there would be no limits to her activity. "Did he cum in your arse, too?" I asked, casually.

"Three times..." she mumbled.

We kissed on the bed, and I fingered her, feeling cum dribbling out between my fingers, tasting it on her breath. "So he fucked you again this morning, and you sucked him off as well?"

"Yeah..." she sighed, smiling dreamily. She stretched out on the bed and almost purred with contentment.

We kissed harder and I realised, my heart pounding, that I was totally in love with her, my adoration complete and all consuming, far stronger than it had been when we were in our early 20's. I desired her completely, I masturbated while looking at pictures of her or just thinking of her to the exclusion of all others. 

For me to feel this way, I had had to let her make herself available physically to whomever she wanted. 

I decided it was a price worth paying.