35 comments/ 77870 views/ 6 favorites Sharen By: jakewho69 Chilly Willey has made some corrections to this story Chilly Willey talked me into re posting some of my stuff, so here goes one of my better ones. If you don't like it, don't trouble yourself or me with your comments. It was the best I could do some years ago, and I'm too old to do any better now. I lost most of my stories from my computer, and I would like to thank Paul in New York and Salamis for having saved many of them and passing them on. * Sharon and I were on the outs because I got drunk on New Year's Eve and made an ass of myself grabbing the women and feeling them up. Things went down hill from there. Well I'm not sure if they did or does sex just decline after 22 years of marriage, we usually did it at least twice a week Since then it's twice a month. Just seems like there was a lot of pressure on us with a 17-year-old and a 15-year-old girl. Hauling them around to meet friends and school function takes a lot out of you. So maybe you could say what my wife did is part my fault. I walked in Sharon's office just hoping to catch her to take her to lunch. As I was walking pass the reception area the receptionist called out to me. I went over to see what she what she wanted. She asked me if John Cooper got a hold of us. I remember John from high school and I hated him. He had his heart set on fucking my wife and was always trying to get in her pants and split us up. The last two years of college he transferred to her school and became a thorn in my side, my wife always threw his name into conversion to piss me off when she was mad at me. I asked, when did he call and she replied, yesterday and I gave him your home phone number. I told her that Sharon was thinking of throwing a surprise birthday party for me, and that he was an old school friend that we knew. I said, "Don't say anything to Sharon that you told me, let her think it is a surprise." and she said, "Oh I won't say a thing." Last night we ate out for dinner and then went to a play at the high school with the kids. After the play we went for ice cream and didn't get home till close to midnight. No messages were on the machine and Sharon wasn't on the phone at all, so I know he did not call last night. Sharon's secretary had told me she was tied up in a meeting all day so I took time off. Thinking about the asshole calling got me hot under the collar. I set out for the electronic store to look at recorders to monitor phone conversation. I picked one up for 59 bucks and then saw a nicer one for 75 that would do an excellent job for monitoring a room if need be. I bought the cheap one went home and installed it and now I will sit back and wait for John to call. I didn't have to wait long for him to call. That night the girls went out to watch a high school ball game. I wanted to give her freedom to talk, if he called, so I went back to the electronic store and picked up a few magazines on how to snoop. Also while I was there I looked at other equipment they had. I figured what you would pay a detective; you could buy the equipment for ten cents on the dollar. When I got home at ten, everything seemed quiet. So I grab a beer and went to basement to check on the tape recorder. He called at 7:00 PM and she was surprised to hear from him. He told her that he would be coming to town every so often and wanted to see her for lunch or dinner. She just kidded him saying she would get stuck with the bill. He said she would always be his number one girl in his book and he still remembers the night they were necking behind the school and how wet her cunt was. He said he would always remember that night as long as he lives. She said she was pretty hot that night and he was almost the first to have sex with her but when he shot in her hand so early that she got scared. He said any guy would shoot early with something as hot as her. They both laughed. He said he would be in on the 25th for a few days and would call at 7 PM. He stays at the Airport Inn when he comes to town. She said it's restaurant is very good. He said that is why he stays there and he will call on the 25th to make plans for them to do something. Well you can call but you know I'm married now and I'm very much love my husband so I'm not sure if I will meet you. If I don't meet you we can still talk on the phone. I will think about meeting you but don't count on it. He said that's all I want you to do is think about it. He asked her if the motel was to close to home. She said no not really, maybe a twenty minute drive. He said the streets going into it are only for the motels as it is a dead end with the airport runways right there. The only people up there are people traveling so no one will see you except people from out of town. She said OK I'll see you then. He said wait I want to talk some more and she said OK. They continued to talk about families and friends. Before they hung up, they exchanged email addresses. I never knew of the address she gave him. Next day I talked to a guy who handles are computers at work and he gave me a disk and showed me how to get into her email, by finding her password. Next I went to Airport Inn to check it out. I found out that the night manager is Tom and I had a long talk with him. I found out they don't make to much money there and he is in dire need of some. I flashed a 100 bucks in front of him and said I need some help. He asked me what kind of help and I told him I need to get in a room for a few minutes and he told me no problem. I gave him the hundred and told him I would want a copy of security tapes of her coming in and going out of the motel and his room. He said no sweat, but make sure none of this comes back to bite me in the ass. You know I need this job. He would take them home to copy them and return me a copy. He said all the first floors had cameras and would see that he got a room on first floor. He said we could get pictures of her going right into the rooms. I said Tom you are all right and slipped him 50 more and told him there is more when I get the tapes. He thanked me and then said love-doing work for you we both laughed. In the next ten days I bought a sound activated tape recorder and experimented with it. I could tape up to 4 hrs of voice by paralleling some batteries to get longer recorder time and it also worked on a/c, if an outlet was around. I didn't know how long they would be in there but think a few hours were sufficient. It cost 75 dollars but money well spent. As I checked her email I could see he was getting ready to lay her and she wasn't resisting his moves very much. She sent him a few pictures of her with the kids and one with her in a bikini outfit. She just put the bikini our bedroom when I was out. She uses that outfit when we go to friends that have a hot tub. Dam she looked good in the picture it was a hot pose, with a tuft of pubic hair sticking out. Well it was winter and she didn't have to trim. I looked closely, and there was a picture of our daughters on the bureau behind her. John came back saying how hot she looked and now he had to get a room with a hot tub. She told him all he needed was a room. Damn was I pissed, they were acting like teenage kids. I put the one tape recorder in a briefcase and showed Tom how to turn it on and he wanted me to open it so he would see that it wasn't a bomb. We laughed at that. He said that when he leaves the room for supper, he would put in under the bed. John called on the 25th at 7 PM and Sharon was out of the house by 7:30, she said she was going shopping with some girls and drinks afterwards. She said she should be home before midnight. Sharon was setting me up all weekend by saying she had shopping to do. She didn't tell the girls she had to shopping because they would want to go. She told them she had to meet friends. After work the next day I went to see Tom and get my stuff and slip him another 50 bucks. Everything worked out perfect for both of us. She met John and I met Tom. Tom gave me a copy of the tapes and my briefcase back; I took the tape out of briefcase and put a new one back into it and handed it back to him. They might come tonight, so I put it back under the bed. I got home and went to the basement to check my tapes and videos. Tom taped 5 minutes before she came in the motel and after. He also taped his room 5 minutes before and 5 after. Also when she left each place, damn Tom did a good job. Next I started to listen to the tape that was under the bed. You could pick up everything, they had some wine and talked, they didn't take John long to get sex into it the conversation. Damn I wish it was a video. They were on the bed and John was talking dirty. He wanted her fine tits in his mouth; he couldn't get over how firm her tits were. You could hear the slurping going on and he would say how he wants to suck the firm tits of hers. Later she was screaming for him to lick her pussy. Then he said don't push my head so hard I can't breathe. She told him she loved the way he ate the pussy. Then they started to fuck and boy they both were vocal. The tape was a good turn on; pissed off as I was, it even got me hard. Just then Sharon called down that supper was ready. I went up stairs and was quizzing Sharon on what she bought at the mall and where she went and what time she got home. I know she got to the Inn at 7:45. The girls jumped her for not saying she went to the mall. She said she couldn't say what she got as it was a surprise. She said she met the girls but didn't say where and that she was home before midnight. It was to minute before midnight when she came in. I asked if she had a good time and she said yes that she would have to do it more often. I was thinking to my self over my dead body. After we ate I went down to listen to more of the tape. They took a rest break and talked and drank wine. He said he liked the trim job she had done on her pussy but he would rather see it bald. Nothing like a bald pussy to turn a guy on. He said that he wanted to cum in her mouth and she said she don't like to do that. He said let's do sixty-nine now and damn if he didn't shoot in her mouth and she did swallow the whole load. Well so much for not letting someone shoot in your mouth. Lol They talked some more and drank more wine. He said how turned on he was by the bikini pose was. She said she did it when I was out of the house and put it on the scanner. She said it turned her on and she wanted to send a few nude ones but didn't have the nerve to do it. He said to shave the pussy and sent him some nudes ones with her asshole showing. Then he told her to turn over so he could play with her butt. They fucked a short while after that and talked a lot more. To hear him talk to her it sounded like he owned her. Before they left the room he reminded her to shave the pussy next time. Just then the upstairs phone rang. It was John and he said he had meeting all that day and also he had one that night. He thinks he will be busy tomorrow but he will call her for sure. He asked if the shave went all right and she said he would have to wait and see. Next day I got a call from Tom. He said John had a girl over and I should come and reset the tape. We both laughed and I went over to get the tape and to reset it. Sure enough he had another girl over Thursday night too, and I got that tape of it too, I told Tom I wanted to confront them, and could he put them in a room where the cameras were bad. He said no problem, third floor south was clear, and to cover my face when I went down the back stairs. Also for me to park next door. John left Friday for home and to rest up I think. It was six weeks before he would come to town again. We had a lot of sex and it was hotter than hell. She gave me a line of shit that she shaved her pussy for me. She would want to suck me and swallow it. She never did much of that before except on special occasion. I even got to do her ass a few times and that was always only a yearly event. I checked her email on regular basics and sure enough there were nude pictures of her with pussy and ass spread. She was in our bedroom, lying on the quilt her mother made. This guy could work magic on the girls. The Friday before he came into town we were sitting down at dinner and I told every one I had a card game I was going to on Tuesday night. I said when I leave work I was going out for a few beers and dinner with the guys. Then we were going to the card game. I would get a motel room for the night so I didn't have to drive drunk and I would take clothes for the next day and see them all Wednesday after work. I said you all behave and no guys over. The two girls laugh at this. I said if you need me call the cell phone. Then I asked Sharon if she had any plans, she said no she was going to stay at home. I said don't call me unless it's an emergency. From her emails they would meet on Tuesday, same time and place. He told her to bring more photo's, of her shaved pussy. I got up early to check her email before she did. They did not change their plans. I was getting real pissed off now. What the fuck was she thinking? Did she want a divorce? What the hell would happen with the kids? Would I be able to get them? Could I even handle it? Maybe she has been stashing away money for something like this. Damn one of us was going to be outside looking in and I just hope it wasn't me. Everyone came down and we ate, I got my bag and kissed Sharon goodbye and that I would see her Wednesday's night she said ok. I went to work but it was a long day. Finally it was quitting time so I had a few beers with some friends. Then I headed to the motel to confront them. I saw Tom and he said John was in the bar. He should meet Sharon at the main door then they had to walk pass the desk and down a long hall to his room. It was now 7:15 and I left for where I would hide. Any minute John would come out and wait for Sharon to show up. I went to the ice machine room where I was going to hide. I called home to check on what Sharon told the kids because she said she was going to stay at home. The kids said mom said she was going to see a sick friend and that she might stay overnight. I asked who was sick and they didn't know. They said she wants us to call her cell phone if any thing comes up. I said ok guys I think I know where she went, behave yourselves and I'll see you later, my game was canceled and mom and me would be home in little while. I got a call on my cell phone they were on their way to the room. As I was in the ice machine room I could see in the coke machine glass that they were coming down the hall. I filled the bucket with half ice and half cold water and walked out with it up near my head so they couldn't see my face. As I walked out I ran right into Sharon and spilled the ice and water all over her head and the nice new dress. John said, "You asshole, watch where you are going." "I'm sorry," I said, and then "SHARON? JOHN MARTIN? WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?" Wish I had a picture of the look on there face. Sharon said "I just ran into John and he was going to buy me a drink." "Oh I see he was going to buy you a drink in his motel room? What is the bar closed?" "No, he forgot his wallet in his room and we were going to get it." "Good for a minute I thought you were fucking cheating on me." I said to John, "I will walk you to the room and you can show me where your wallet is." John stepped up and said, "I don't like what you are thinking." I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him into the wall till his head bounced off it a few times. Then I let him have it in the midsection. He bends over and I came up with my knee to his head and face. His nose broke and blood was all over the place. I reached down to his pants and felt for a wallet, it was there. I said, "Well at least now we know where your wallet is." I reached in the ice room and came out with a towel. Throwing it to him on the floor, I grabbed Sharon's hand and we left. We got in her car and I started to drive us home. She sat there in complete silence. I think she was thinking of how she could get out of it. After five minutes of silence I said, "You could start your lies anytime you want. Then again you might show some decency and come out with the truth. It's all up to you. On one hand you got a fine marriage and the other hand you got divorce court facing you. What's is it going to be girl." A few more minutes went by and then she asked what I was doing there? "That's the easy question. I told you I had a card game at the motel and I was getting ice for guys. Now the tough one is what the fuck were you doing there?" When we got home the kids wanted to know what was going on. Their mother looked like a drowned rat and dad looked as good as ever. She told them she wanted them in bed now. They said it was only 8 PM, she said up stairs in your room now or you will be grounded for the whole summer. The kids could see that she meant it so they picked up their schoolwork and headed up the stairs. She said I'd be up later to kiss you good night. She went by the refrigerator for a wine cooler and then to the den. I grabbed a beer and followed her in. She got up and closed the door. This looked like a long night because there was no tears in her eyes. There was complete silence in the den until I spoke. "I told you last Friday that I had a poker game that I was going to it on Tuesday and I would get a motel room. I went for the ice for the guys and That is when I ran into you. Now again, what the hell were you doing there?" She said, "I told you I just ran into him there." "Let's start at the house, why did you go there?" "I got bored at home and went out for a drink." "Where did you meet John?" "At the front door as I came in he was there?" "You didn't know he was going to be there?" "No, I didn't? What the hell you think I am?" "You told the girls you were visiting a sick friend and might not be back until morning. As to what the hell I think you are, I suppose it depends how much he was going to pay you!" I got up, "Why don't you go upstairs and change, I'm going back to the motel and have a talk with Mr. Asshole. I'll be back in awhile." She jumped up and came over to me. "No stay home you caused enough trouble for one night. The cops will be out looking for you now." "No," I said, "If he is such an innocent guy I should go back and tell him I'm sorry." "You're staying in tonight and that's it." "Look you go upstairs and sit on the can. Something stinks here. I will turn the computer on and see if I can find anything on there that will make sense of this." Her face turned pale, as she knew she left things on the computer. Then she started to cry. I said, "Have a good cry but I want the fucking truth from you or we will go back to the motel and I'll pull asshole out of his room and break every bone in his body till the truth is out, you understand me?" "You understand me?" She sobbed, "Yes" and I walked out of the room for a beer. When I came back I asked if she was ready to start. She sobbed, "I don't know where to start." I said, "You can start at the beginning with his first telephone call that you didn't tell me about or we can go to computer and starts with what things that I will find there or we will work are way around it piece meal. What will it be?" She started with his first call. She went through the whole thing but I had to fill her in on some parts, like that she would hurl his name at me when we were back at school. The kids called down for their mom and I told them that mom wasn't coming up and she would see them in the morning. She felt too guilty to face them. I said, "You never gave the kids a thought did you." She kept saying, "She loved me and would never do it again." Finally she told me she was finished. Sharen I said, "I don't think so. I wanted to hear about in the motel room. What you guys talked about. Plus there is more you left out, tell the truth or get a good lawyer." "Please don't say that, don't tell the kids. I said, "Finish and then turn on computer and we will started to delete stuff for good." She cried, some more, "I was a complete slut, I screamed and yelled while he fucked me I never did that with you, I felt like a whore. I posed for him naked and took pictures and sent them to him. I had toys in my pussy and my asshole; I did everything, I'm so sorry. I even shaved my pussy for him." She said, "I will do what ever you want me to do, please don't leave me." "First you can go to our doctor and get tested for the diseases; you could have picked up something. Then let me know when your pussy hairs grow out. By that time the test should be back from the doctor." I said, "Why didn't you see John on the next two nights?" She said, "He had to work." I said, "No he didn't have to work, he had a girl over each of the nights. He fucks anything that walks; you were nothing more than a piece of ass to him and not even good enough for two nights in a row. You can sleep in the spare room till the test is back and I decide what I will do. I can never trust you anymore and I lost a lot of respect for you." As I went for another beer, the wall of tears was coming again. I got on the computer and asked her for the password. She didn't want to give it to me she said, "Things there are too dirty for you to read." I said, "We been around this before! Pack your fucking bags or give me the password." She gave me the password. I read every note out loud making her feel like shit. Then I showed her every picture, before I deleted them for good. We went to bed with her going to the spare room still crying. I called Tom and asking if John called the cops. Tom said he didn't, that he went to doctors and got a thing for his nose and said he would check out in the morning. I told Tom I would be by to pick up my things and pay him. Once again I thanked him. When I went to see a lawyer last week he explained just how a divorce worked. I sure didn't like anything he had to say. A guy sure gets screwed over no mater what he does. She would get the house, the kids, and half of what money I had plus half of my pension when I did retire. He explained that the best thing I could probably do was to stay with her and try to work the whole mess so that we both were happy. I still did love her and wanted to stay married to her but I was going to give her all kinds of shit before we did make up We both went to a marriage counselor and we are still going to him. He was an old guy named Jim who is in his eighties but you would never know it by the way he thinks. I have heard most counselors put the blame on both party no matter who was to blame. He explained how devastated it could have been if it was made public to the family and us. Jim was on her for the pictures she sent him with the kid's pictures right on the dresser. He asked her how she would feel if the picture got on the Internet and it was found by one of their schoolmates. He went into detail of how much a divorce would cost like lawyer fee alimony child support and how one of us would get the children and the other left out. Plus how the other partner would have to get a place to stay. He told us how the children would resent us for a very long time. Jim did not miss anything. Well it has been a year for us now and things are just getting back to normal for us. We now enjoy the kids more and we are a happy family once again. The end. Shareware This story is a continuation of Software, please read it first to pick up the thread, thanks. * I carried on giving my help at the community center and at the same, gave personal assistance to Mrs. Barker for the next month or so. We would meet once or twice a week at her house and, either because of my lack of experience or her choice, have a pretty tame time in her bed. By tame I mean that we would have straight sex, no experimental stuff, which was fine for me, as I really didn't expect anything else. Just getting off inside a woman was great, and Mrs. Barker didn't seem to want more than a good hard fucking followed by me holding her as we came down from the clouds. It thus came as a surprise that when I went in to her front room, where her computer stood -- she always asked me to look at it when I arrived, maybe to try and give some semblance of propriety to me visit before she took off her, and my, clothes and led me to her bedroom -- to see Mrs. Davis, another of my students, sitting in an armchair. She smiled at me and Mrs. Barker told me that she was having trouble understanding some of the explanations that I gave the previous week and would I help her out. Not knowing what was going on exactly, I agreed and Mrs. Davis stood up and faced me. She was tall for a woman of her generation, about 5.10, and well built with a generous bust filling a white blouse and a dark blue skirt covering her ample arse. She looked me in the eye and slowly began to unbutton her blouse revealing a large pair of tits encased in a lacy bra. It looked as if she was displaying half an acre of flesh divided by 100 yards of cleavage above the white material and after he blouse landed on the floor she reached behind her and unclipped. Her tits sagged and as their support was removed I was treated to the sight of a pair of drooping tits that nevertheless were firm enough to jut out and point their nipples in my direction. Her eyes still hadn't left mine as she unzipped her skirt and it, too, landed on the floor. Now she turned her back to me, bent over and revealed her arse to me as she removed her pants. As she lifted first one leg and then the other I was treated to glimpses of her hair covered cunt lips. By this time I was as erect as a tent pole and she stood up straight, faced me and started to lift up my shirt over my head. All the time her eyes were locked to mine but as she opened my fly and, crouching down, lowered my trousers and pants she looked down, apparently liked what she saw, and looked up again smiling. I stepped out of the last remnants of my clothing and she ran her hands up my legs to my hips and gently licked my prick like a lollipop. I was in heaven, it was my birthday and I had won the lottery! Back on earth, I looked around and saw that Mrs. Barker had removed her clothes as well and was stroking herself. Mrs. Davis stood up and we put our arms around each other. I could feel her nipples pressing into my lower chest and her crotch rubbing slowly on my thigh as her belly massaged my prick. She kissed me and thrust her tongue into my open mouth. Drawing away she led me up to the bedroom and pushed me gently onto the bed. I lay there on my back as she crouched over me, her tits dangling over my chest, grazing it and, I presume, exciting her as the nipples extended and hardened. She kissed me from my neck down to my abdomen and when she reached the start of my pubic hair she turned around and presented me with her cunt as she stooped to lick my prick once again. By this time I was getting the message and grasped her arse, pulled it towards me and started licking her cunt. I slid my tongue inside her parting lips and tasted, for the first time, cunt juices. The taste and aroma was so exciting and stimulating that, together with her licking, I came and ejaculated in her mouth almost at once. "Yes!" she cried, "Yes., yes, yes." I continued licking her and she swung off me and lay by my side. "Quickly, come on to me." She gasped. I mounted her and she pushed me downwards. Soon I was back at her cunt and was making a meal of her. After a few minutes of ministrations she reached down and pulled at me to come up and enter her. I slid in to her welcoming slit and she grabbed my arse, lifted her legs and we pounded each other until she came in a bucking orgasm. After she came down I remained inside her for what seemed like a week just enjoying the sensation of her cunt surrounding my prick. At last I rolled off her and lay on my back and it was then I realized that Mrs. Barker had been in the room watching us the whole time. The thought started my prick filling up again and, seeing this, Mrs. Barker climbed on the bed and straddled me, taking me inside her. I reached up to play with her nipples and she reached over and stroked Mrs. Davis' cunt. We were all three pretty stimulated and it didn't take long for us to come again. Mrs. Barker bouncing up and down on me while I blew off unto her as Mrs. Davis thrashed about next to us. Mrs. Barker collapsed on top of me, and her weight and warmth on me was very soothing and soon I drifted off to sleep. I awoke as she got off me and but I lay still and could hear the sounds of rustling, Cracking an eye open I was Mrs. Barker getting dressed -- Mrs. Davis' clothes were still downstairs -- and they were talking. "You were right," said Mrs. Davis, "He really is good, and not only with computers." "Yes he is, isn't he," replied Mrs. Barker, " maybe we'll organize a network?" Sharhtoosh Stanley Carrington felt slightly ill at ease as he strutted back and forth in the plush little room with its decorative celadon-green panelling. This academy for the Etiquette Training of Young Ladies may have been just a big old house turned into an institution to promote well-mannered women, but it had all the outward trappings of an establishment of highbrow learning as far as he was concerned. He'd never been keen on formal education and had skipped school himself as soon as he'd learnt how to cheat with money, so he was feeling out of place. A bunch of yellow lilies in a vase was dropping amber pollen onto a small polished table and a horsehair sofa lay behind it. And there, not five yards away from where he was standing stood a large oaken chair of the type he only seen in museums. Each arm and the panel at the back were supported by a row of eight beautifully carved spindles. The back itself was decorated by an inlay of the most delicate floral design, and the head of a bull was carved to lay half the length of each arm. Wow, he thought. He'd learned something of antiques and it was late fifteenth century if it were a day. He'd make someone an offer for it before he left - tell 'em it was Georgian but in poor condition and see if they fell for it. There came a knock on the door and he opened it at once. "Nicky, darlin'!" "Hi, daddy," replied the solitary young woman standing outside, "I'm ever-so surprised to see you here today." His daughter was silhouetted in the doorway with the riveting self-consciousness of an actress entering a room in a play. She paused for a moment to reveal her perfectly curved figure frugally dressed in yellow. A skimpy outfit that made her appear both sexy and ladylike. "Well, I've some business to do up north tomorrow, an' since I was drivin' by so close I took the opportunity to pop in and see how you're gettin' on. It was good of that administrator-woman to let you out of class at such short notice. Come on in and shut the door, she says we can have this room for as long as we like." For a moment he silently observed his daughter. It had been several months since he'd last seen her and he was surprised by her appearance. At twenty years old she was just as cute as he remembered, but there was something else. She was beautiful of course, but now she seemed to exude an element of confidence that hadn't been there before. The self-confidence of a brass, he thought. That was an awful way for a man to describe his own kith and kin, but she definitely did. Her lashes were long and fluttering, and her face was gorgeous enough to be on a magazine cover. He knew Nicola had been sent away to an expensive school for over-indulged, spoilt young madams, and he knew in such a place girls would be taught to dress tastefully and exhibit upper middle-class pretensions. But he wasn't going to complain. Nicky did look beautiful in a pleasing, very feminine kind of way. She was a delicate young thing and as pretty as anything. Slender and lithe, with flushed, warm cheeks and a soft mouth, and her legs were superb. Better than his sister's, and he could easily envisage them encased in silky, black stockings. Taken as seen she was more than enough to make any blokes prick stir in his trousers. The girl stroked her hair, caressing it as if it were a pet animal. "You really should call me Nicola not Nicky, you know." she said softly, almost insolently. Stanley bristled, jarred by his daughter's punctilious tone and strangled vowel sounds. He thought her newly acquired accent so refined her words must have been squeezed through a laundry mangle. "Sod all the changin' o' names, I reckon I'll call you Nicky like I's allus done. "Mrs Breeding, the principal, says shortening names is a tasteless, common thing to do, and mummy agrees with her" The mention of his snob of a wife rankled Stanley Carrington, and his contempt for her pompous, la-de-dah attitudes were not hidden in his response. "Aye, I know, but she'll put up with my common ways while I keep givin' her plenty o' cash to spend." Stanley called himself a 'general dealer'. He was a man of common origins, but was financially astute as well as devious and he made a good living by having an eye for the main chance and selling dubious get-rich-quick schemes to greedy, gullible people. He was the past owner of a score of business's, the assets of which he always cleverly salted away before declaring them bankrupt. Names were of little concern to him since he was in the habit of inventing different names for himself each time he promoted a fresh scam. A certain affluence was noticeable about him from the expensive three-piece suit he wore, but he didn't wear affluence or suits well, having a broad body with something of a large belly, and jowls that folded down over his collar. The man's thoughts at that moment were far removed from being selfless, they were wild and sordid, and he was becoming excited just contemplating them. "What's this place like? Was it difficult to get used to?" Nicola smiled martyr-like. "Everyone's quite strict. They shout and make life a misery if we don't do things right." "Ah yes, I see. Quick to knock you into shape are they? Best to do as you're told eh! Well that's school life for you." He gave his daughter a sideways glance. "You know it wasn't my idea. I'd much prefer you to be at home, but there wasn't much chance o' that happening when your mother gave in to your idea of coming here." Nicola pouted. Her ambition had always been to marry a rich man and enjoy a life of luxury, so being properly tutored in the ways of the socially elite was important to her. She could certainly cut it, thought Stanley. She had a magnificent face and a marvellous figure. Curvy, flamboyant in yellow, elegant in pearls, leggy in matching heels. She emanated sophistication and already dripped with high-life ways. The girl was feeling radiant. Just being admitted to the visitors lounge made her feel attractive. The green walls, the parquet floor, the big fish print in a metal frame and the antique furniture. It was like one of those rooms people drooled over in swish magazines. Pretty. Pristine. Unlived in. She intended to be one of those spotless, pretty people that spent their lives posing in such places. He sat on the horsehair sofa and beckoned the girl to sit beside him. Nicky noticed at once how lumpy Stanley's trousers seemed in the front, and she realised that her daddy already had a 'biggy' in his pants. Her father's expression mellowed as she perched beside him. He in his turn had noticed how her young breasts bounced and jiggled beneath the filmy top of her dress. No bra today, he observed. How nice. "Since I don't see you so often theses days I've brought yu a little gift." he said. "A gift?" Nicky beamed with delight as he laid a large flat package on the coffee table. "You're very kind. Thank you daddy." A crease of doubt then entered her expression. "It's not something tacky is it? I wouldn't be able to show it to anyone here if it were cheap and tasteless." Without offering another word Stanley levered off the lid and drew aside a curtain of tissue paper. "It's a wool shawl." Nicky droned, not bothering to hide an undertone of disappointment. "Not just any old wool shawl, Nicky my love. This thing here is a Shahtoosh and they're a pretty exclusive high fashion fad with rich women these days. The wool comes from the chiru, a type of goat sometimes called the Tibetan antelope. They live 15,000 feet up in the Himalayas and have wool six times finer than human hair." "Really. How did you come by it?" "I did a deal with an old soak who'd just got back from doing a TV documentary in the Changtang region of Tibet and he had a batch of 'em. He told me the chiru won't breed in captivity and they're an endangered species now, but poachers smuggle pelts into Nepal and Kashmir where the wool is hand plucked. He told me it takes ten animal skins to make a single shawl. " The suggestion of exclusivity re-launched Nicky's interest at once. "Nice colours. Earthy, but with an exotic tinge." she remarked, suddenly noting how the browns merged with purples; oranges with reds, and subtle greens blended effortlessly with everything else. "Similar things called pashminas can be produced from goats that are a relative of the chiru and can be farmed, But the Shahtoosh is more delicate and as a more expensive feel to it. Strange how women prefer to wear the skin of wild animals ain't it? There's something primitive about that." Stanley loved the way Nicky batted her eyes when she realised she'd been given something expensive and special. "There now, have I made my girl happy?" "Yes, of course you have." "Just like yer ma. Allus happy when you've got your hands on some loot." "That's an awful thing to say, daddy. You make me sound mercenary." The man absently plucked at the narrow shoulder strap of her dress and hauled in down a fraction. "No, you're not mercenary. I knows you allus pays the going rate for your little prezzies, don't I?" Nicky took a careful look around the room. "Are you sure it's okay to do stuff in here?" "Of course," Stanley cooed, "That headmistress woman promised nobody would disturb us, an' just to make certain, I've locked the door." Reassured, the girl gave a coy little smile and slipped the straps of her dress down over the slopes of her shoulders, then she pulled things down at the front until two youthful breasts sprang over the top like a pair of curious pink-nosed puppies at a gate. Indeed each nipple stood out proud on her delicate bosoms and their teats were already extended like organ stops. With behaviour quite unbecoming of a lady she cupped a breast in each hand and offered them forward. "Naughty daddy want to taste some bon-bons? Daddy want to sucky-suck?" Stanley took a moment to leer, but he didn't waste much time. His head went down and he wolfed at each nipple in turn, drawing it and an additional inch of flesh into his mouth as he suckled and slavered. It was the kind of assault Nicky never flinched from. In fact she delighted in it to the extent that she took to feeding her ravenous daddy with her youthsome tit flesh. The man did the only thing he could think to do at that moment. He lifted the back of her little skirt and pushed a paternal hand against the back of her panties. Nicola moved only to wriggle his bottom against the intruding palm. Her father nuzzled her hair. The girl smelt fresh with a slight hint of scented shampoo - or was it perfume? Girls at this kind of school were young women and probably wore perfume, and they all probably gushed and went drippy in a man's arms. He hoped they did. "Kind daddy's need to be thanked properly. Do you remember how to do that?" he slurred as he planted a series of kisses down the side of her luscious, smooth face, licked her ear, then kissed her right on the lips and slipped her some tongue. Daddy kissed Nicky, putting his tongue in her mouth and practically making her swoon, then he put a hand up the front of her skirt and rubbed his panties, stroking the outline with his fingers. A telltale heat crept into Nicky's cheeks and her lips curled back to show her teeth. For a moment she looked like a horse that was about to neigh, but in such a situation she knew how to respond properly and returned things with a squirmy lick while she unbuttoned the front of her father's trousers. A moment later she had managed to lever out his penis. Nicky blushed. So did her daddy, but it was his own dick that showed stiff and drippy. Stanley smiled contentedly. "Nice knob, eh! You don't mind giving it a bit of attention, do yer?" With no more ado he wrapped one of Nicky's hands around the thick shaft, and at once the girl started to pump it with the deft hand movements of a milkmaid, becoming flushed with delight when she detected the cock distending further, watching the dewy, porky tip bobbing up and down in the ring of her fist. Fitfully she awaited the first leap of cream from its flaring eye. Their foregoing bit of intimacy had made Stanley's penis rigid to the extent that when Nicky used two fingers to bend it down like a lever, the length of anatomy twanged right up and smacked against his belly when released. He was one of those men whose hard-on pointed straight up at his chin, and Stanley loved that, believing that the angle of elevation was an indicator of horniness. Nicky had suspected the reason for her father's visit the moment she'd been told he was waiting in the visitor's lounge, and sure enough daddy was now giving tongue-kisses and encouraging her to play with his swollen dickie. She lay back and accepted everything without complaint, and the way her light body squirmed around put the finishing touches to the erection that had been rising up in Stanley Carrington's trousers all morning. "No need to rush things." he said. "We can use our time and imagination for something more than just a quick hand-job." "Shall I get undressed?" she asked softly. Stanley shivered with pleasure as he looked at the dress that was now little more than a cummerbund around her waist. "Er, no. No need for that. The clothes add a bit of extra sauce t'your appeal, darlin'. Just play with yer tits and keep the skirt up on your tummy." Nicky leaned back and draped up the front of her skirt and opened her legs and her father smiled at the sight revealed. No tights or stockings today either, so just a short dive down the valley of her smooth white thighs would take him all the way to the gusset of her pants. Climbing down onto his knees he opened her legs until there was nothing between her oozing liquid heat and his own covetous eyes but a thin layer of nylon. He noticed at once the clench of muscle between her legs and the wet patch on the gusset. Gingerly he crept forward and extended just enough tongue to test the dampness. Nicky brought her hands up to cuddle her breasts and found the nipples tense and aching and straining to push between her fingers. She gazed down into her fathers face, and holding in her excitement displayed the tiniest of grins at the corners of her mouth as she watched his head bobbing between her thighs. Lovely. She could feel his mouth working on her by then, feeding, churning as it reverently drew her sex juices through the micro-mesh of her pants. Suddenly as if in a rush Stanley dragged the crotch of her underwear to one side. "Here, spread yer legs an' let me have a proper look at you," he urged as he pushed her knees apart. "Yer allus did have a cute lay-out" Expertly he placed a finger each side of her exposed pussy to spread it open. The lips of her sex were engorged with blood; rather dark on the outside, becoming deep pink inside. Stanley had been between enough women's legs to know the geography; the vaginal opening, the inner lips, and the swollen sensitive little tonsil that gave them so much pleasure. Nicky was moist there. She was juicy. The girls mouth formed a 'O' as his nose scrapped her pubis, and she shivered intimately when he put his face between her thighs, swirling his tongue left and right and then circling her clitoris before pushing into the slick wet hole. The pure eroticism of what was happening thrust her into a veil of euphoria. "Oh daddy, keep licking me. I like it." He did keep licking her for a while, and then he drew back and one of his hands ran down her body searching for her legs, then plunged up his skirt to pull off her knickers. Drooling at the sight of the little pink treasure now exposed he positioned her, spreading her legs in a workmanlike fashion and using his fingers to open her up, which was easy because she was so wet and ready. Stanley spat on his hand, slathered the spittle onto his ruby and dragged the soft sheath of skin down from its streamlined tip. "I bet you miss this kind of thing being cooped up here all the time, so you won't mind yu nice daddy having a little go with you, will you?" He wedged her open with his knees and slid between her legs, the prong nudging her thigh before being at last offered up to the waiting pussy. Easing forward he separated the wet lips with the tip of his tool and watched as Nicky hole open up and stretch as the sturdy length glided in. He sank into her easily. Softness, moistness, heat. Surrounding and hugging him. "Oow." Nicky uttered an esoteric gasp as Stanley humped against her. "It's such a monster. Are you going to give me the whole length?" Stanley couldn't find any words at that moment. In reply his hips arched back, and already accustomed to the squelchiness and the slipperiness, he then slammed forward and began to fuck her properly. She put her hands around his neck and felt the muscles under his skin and those tiny hairs where the barber had run his razor close. And his hands were slowly moving down her body and it felt like they were doing things that beautiful people did in films. Nicky was an active participant when it came to sex. She moved and made noises. "Oh, come on. Do it!" she gasped out loud in a voice breathy with emotion. Stanley rolled forward onto his elbows and responded with firm thrusts of his pelvis. Being a man well-practised he had laid her on her back in order to get stuck into her in the traditional missionary style, humping her thighs then driving down forcefully. Occasionally he went so deep that a strange sensation of pain and pleasure sent a confused message through Nicky's body, but overall her noise of pleasure became more audible as her daddy's movements became more frantic. Sensations flowed between them in an unbroken circle. She could hear herself panting like a dog, but she didn't care. Stanley could hear her babbling something, but she could have been speaking Hungarian for all he knew. He fancied her mouth was moving but he couldn't interpret the noise coming out of it. Nicky's style of taking it was undulating and fluid so she was able to savour the penetration of her womanhood. Her mind became transfixed on her daddy's dick as it plied its way in and out, slow and deliberate at first and then moving faster, its solidness and her own wetness making a sexy slurping noise. She enjoyed being fucked that way and her movements became more frenetic as she urged him to his task. Daddy was her master for a while and she was happy to concede to being daddy's woman. Very quickly her breathing became more audible as her daddy's hips began to move with the rhythm of paternal consideration. Stanley smiled, pleased to see how quick to arouse his little fuck-monkey of a daughter was. He quivered with lust. "Ah, yes. That's good. You're makin' me hot for you honey. Yer makin' me hot just like a bitch-girl should. I'm ready now. I'm ready for my favourite bit Nicky. Give it to me. I'm going to sit up, and then I want you to climb on top and straggle my thighs. I want to feel that sweet tight arse of yours slidin' down over my randy dick." As he rolled away the girl pushed up with some uncertainty. "I don't know if I want to do that." "Nonsense. Your mum loves it and I know you do too. Come and sit on my lap." He sat on the rim of the couch and patted his knees, then reached for the hot young miss and hoisted her forward. "Ups-a-daisy, there we go." The little doll sat on her daddy' lap and started to kiss him. He liked that. They both liked it. Nicky swung a leg across her father's broad thighs and after a little fidgeting her bottom hole came to rest on the fat tip of his cock. "Uh!" The girl gasped in startled surprise and babbled incoherently when Stanley deliberately dribbled more spittle onto his index finger and wedged its tip between her clenched buttocks. She'd expected it and should have been ready, but it still surprised her as it sought out and found the portals of her sweet girly anus. Stanley didn't probe into the small backside however; he merely stroked across the delicate pucker with his wet finger and concentrated on assuming a comfortable pose. Sharhtoosh "Just relax, darlin' and open up for daddy. You know how to do it. Let daddy in." The girl reached behind and grasped the horny meat that was pestering her, then she slipped the smooth end of it between her bottom cheeks, relaxed her anus, and settled down. The girth of the thing made her body tense, and just feeling it slid up and push against his sphincter made her buckle at the waist slightly, but being experienced in such matters she didn't shrink from taking it all. As well as being rather big her father's penis had a curve to it and she could feel its progress as it bullied a route all the way up her anal tract and into her rectum. They embraced while the man gently raised and lowered her on his daddy-meat, holding onto his daughter's slim hips and pulling out slightly, before thrusting back, while Nicky twisted her hips juicily, making her father grimace with delight at each exquisite little traverse. Once Stanley almost extracted his entire length, and asked if the girl was okay. When Nicky said she was fine, he slid it right back in and buried it up to its root. "Oooh! You're big." Nicky groaned. "No bigger than what you've managed before, m'luv. 'Ere, lift up a bit an' do a little jiggle-about on me knob-end. Aah! Now down gain, right down. Ooop! Yes, you's a right little hot potato an' no mistake, Nicky darlin'. That little arse o' yours is a devil at gettin' me juices movin'." Her daddy pumped again, pausing to adjust his position, then doing it again. No longer slow or gentle, he ploughed into the girl. "Uh, uh, uh, uh! That's it." she urged, her voice husky and expectant. Sometimes she enjoyed doing this. Sometimes she enjoyed doing it with him, and at that moment the distinction didn't seem to matter. She was melting into the dark behind her eyelids the way butter melted in a hot pan. "Uuuuuh, da-dad - oh fuck -owwhhh!" Nicky jerked about and gasped, but her daddy kept on slamming into her, pushing up whist dragging her down to meet him, balls slapping against her, cock filling her up. Utterly compliant she panted softly, then flopped back and gazed blank from beneath heavy-lidded eyes as she churned her buttocks to create a pleasing circular massage along his length. Just what a girl needed. Stout and reliably stiff. No playing around with inexperienced young men to keep them upstanding. He was bucking and screwing with her as ardently and as fierce as any sleek-mannered gigolo. Stanley had almost forgotten how exquisite it was to have a little bum-hole squirming around on his prick, but unbeknown to him his daughter had developed a quality of rare expertise. Nicky's muscles were young and strong and she was able to twist her hips and find the best position to milk the straining daddyish flesh inside. She began to ride it hard, sliding up and down the length of stiff meat until the man who owned it was groaning helplessly. "Phaow. Oh yes. My little poppet is better at this than she gives herself credit for. Ooorrr! That's it - that's the way!" Stanley enthused. "Work yer arse up and down on yer daddies stiff dick. Yer so tight. You're a better shag than yer mother. Better than yer mother's sister too." He loved it. His daughter was so warm, so moist. Her cloying flesh gripped a lustful paternal-cock so tightly, urging him on, making him yearn to fill her darling little bum full of paternal sperm. Soon he was ready to finish, his balls were drawn up tight, and the attention of all his senses centred on his throbbing cock and the delightful pinching and squeezing it was receiving from the constricts of Nicky's anus. He would have enjoyed staying around to screw her a second time, because he always lasted longer the second time, but he had too many other things to do that day. Nicky grimaced, and her eyes widened. "I - I - I ..." She felt a sudden pulsing and jerking inside that made her anus twitch. "Oh, yes. Do it daddy," she urged amid pleasure and pain, "Enjoy yourself. Do it all into me." Daddy intended to do that, but he wanted things to last just a bit longer. Distract yourself he counselled inwardly, think of something else. Think of something like the eight American states that begin with M. Maine. Missouri. Maryland - yes, he always forgot about Maryland - Montana. Mississippi. Or was Mississippi just a river? "Ooorrrh, yeh, ooorrrh!" No good. A deluge of warm thick cream gushed along Stanley's length as his daughters buttocks bounced on his testicles. His cock strained and swelled in its tight confines while his body shook and arched as he rid himself of the delicious ache that had possessed his genitals all that morning. "Christ! I may not last long, but I don't 'alf give a lady's innards a good lathering." he finally murmured with euphoric satisfaction. In his ecstasy his left leg flew up and kicked the antique wooden chair onto its back and he heard the definite and depressing sound of splintering timber as it struck the floor. Oh well, never mind, he thought, he'd fix it up as best as he could in a minute. And maybe he wouldn't bother making an offer for it after all. Shari The hammering was driving me nuts. There was a crew of rather scruffy looking young men busy building a new deck on the Southeast side of my house. Now Lee and I already have a deck the extends out to the West. We keep a hot tub out there, running all the time. I have to say it gets a lot of use, Lee and I are both nicely tanned. But new homes in our area cut into the privacy, first it was just the one. That wasn't so bad, then another higher up, then a 3rd, a 4th. When I saw the heavy equipment moving dirt for more roads, I knew our quiet and private afternoons were gone, the hillside across the road was higher than our home, so new residents would have a perfect view of our main deck. No one could ever consider me modest, after all, I worked for years as an instructor at a Massage Therapy School, and also had a nice private practice for years. But the idea of total strangers watching me run around on my outside deck with my dick hanging out just didn't cut it! So we hired a crew to build us some private outside space. That was fine, except for the noise. A year and a half ago, I was diagnosed as terminal, with just a few short months left to me. But a change of lifestyle, medication, and some excellent treatment at a facility in Boston added time. Yet for some reason I react to noise more easily, no idea at all why. Even the background music we run in class at the Massage Therapy College I where I work bothers me some. I had managed to get myself on the sub list at school, so I was getting a day at work here and there. That felt good, and sure beat sitting around the house waiting for some daytime drivel TV show to come on! Fed up with the racket, I opened the garage and fired up my Corvette. You would have to see my Vette, if you did you would know why I love that thing. Brand new, 405 H/P, z06! Just plain special! I backed out of the drive, planning on running up to a nearby stretch of open road I like. That area has no side streets or driveways, it is all open fields on each side. When they built the road, they followed fencelines, so the sharp turns are a kick to drive through, and I sometimes drive very fast! I got to the highway, glanced over at my neighbor Skip's yard. Skip is the guy I would like to see hook up with my wife Lee when I am gone. I know, not my place to choose, but still. The idea of Lee ending up with some jerk that abuses her just bothers me no end, so I have been doing some scheming in the background, it doesn't hurt to try. Skip was standing there talking to a redhead, I didn't realize who she was at first. Then it hit me, it was his ex-wife, Shari! I hadn't seen her for at least 2 years, maybe 3. I did notice they weren't yelling at each other, when they were together that was more normal than not. I started to pull out, when Skip waved and signalled me over. So reluctantly, I shut the Vette off and wandered over. Shari looked at me with that expression one uses when they don't know who you are but think they should. I grinned and said "Hi, Shari!" and at my voice she knew. I could understand, the last time she had seen me I was around 225 pounds, dark hair, and probably a bit rugged looking. Now here I was closer to 170, and the white shock of hair on my head was probably startling! She looked me in the eyes, and I saw the flash of understanding. Even my nice tan couldn't hide the battle raging inside me, I knew it showed in my eyes and my body language. I am still going, almost 18 months after the Doctors had said I would be gone, but the signs are obvious to anyone who looks that I am very ill. We chatted for a few minutes, I commented on how nice she looked. I even made a wisecrack about her upper body. She suddenly had a nice pair of bulges in the front of the soft blouse she wore, that got a sweet smile from her. Shari had been on my massage table several times, ordinary stuff since she was Skip's wife at the time. The best I could say back then would be that she was skinny, way too skinny, in fact, with no breasts at all! Now she had a good extra 30 pounds on her frame, and it all seemed to land in the right places. I said my good day and turned to leave, as I was walking to the car she called out, "Ted! Are you still taking clients?" I hollered back, "Sure! Pop by any time!" Then hopped in the Vette and took off with a roar. I drove for about an hour, suddenly not in the mood to hang things on the edge. I was enjoying the feeling of flowing through the tight turns, just one of those days that makes life sweet. The workers were still hammering away when I got home, so I went upstairs to the other end of the house. It was quieter up there. Lee got home a bit late, I mentioned seeing Shari, and how nice she looked. That really was a surprise, I had always suspected Shari of having some kind of substance abuse problem, Lee thought so too. Nothing to really back that up, but she was so thin before and always angry. The woman I saw today was completely different. A few days went by, it rained which put a stop to the crew working outside. The rain was gone by Sunday, I knew no workers would show up, so I went outside to my deck to relax. Lee was at the clinic, pulling one of her 3 12 hour shifts a week, so I knew I had the day to myself. I was dozing when I felt the lounge chair suddenly shift from someone's weight. I looked back and here was Shari, settling down by my leg. Hi!" I told her. "You said pop by any time," she smiled at me. I nodded, offered her an ice water and sat up to visit. I do have to say she looked good, she had on a pink halter top, hooked in the back, cut low enough that the lighter skin on the tops of her breasts showed. The matching slacks she wore didn't hide the fact that she hadn't developed a tummy, yep! Looking good. I was suddenly aware that all I had on was a baggy pair of shorts. And the shorts were for my 220 pound body, not the 170 pound one I carried now. I used a thin belt to keep them from falling off when I walked, even at that I had to do a bit of hitching them up from time to time. "I was hoping you were up for giving me a rubdown!" she said, the same smile on her face. She reached out and put her hand on my leg, just above the knee. I was totally aware of her hand, it was warm but also felt almost like a little shock! I felt my cock make a tiny jump, managed to get myself under control, and answered, "Sure!". We got up and headed inside to my massage room, I heard her giggle as I reached back and tugged at my shorts, that instantly started to slip at my first step. I was naked under them, to top it off, and I really didn't want to be getting a boner at her, so it was a little internal struggle. I showed her the table and where I keep my drapes, reaching in I found just one, darn! Lately things were a lot slower, so I got a little lazy about keeping my stock of equipment and supplies up. I spread the lower sheet on the table and tucked it, then I opened the cabinet where I keep the big bathtowels. Finding a nice medium sized one, I showed it to her, "Will this do? I am a little short of drapes".. She grinned at the towel I held in my hands, it was a good foot shorter than would be big enough, and said, "That's fine!", and reached for the clasp on her top. I excused myself and stepped to my washroom as she got ready. Stepping out, Shari was lying face down, the towel came to just below the cheeks of her fanny, the top part made it to the upper middle of her back. The sides almost made it to the table, I could see the swell of the sides of her breasts as she lay there. I just started to work, spreading the oil. I had worked on her breasts before, so I really didn't see a problem. But there was another problem that cropped up very quickly, the damn shorts I was wearing were doing their best to slide off my skinny behind! I could get in a half dozen strokes, then I had to reach back with one hand and tug them back up. I realized quickly that I should have changed, because standing with one leg pressed out trying to keep the pants up, while working on a pretty lady's legs is awkward. I was getting to be sloppy with my work and I knew it. Shari turned her head and glanced at me. It just took her a second to realize what was happening, and she started laughing. I managed to get out, "I think I had better...." when she cut me off with, "Oh just take them off! I think it would be fun!"..then she slid the towel off onto the floor, "See, now we will be even!".. I thought, "Why not?" and dropped the shorts and stepped out of them. The whole scenario got me about half hard, and I wondered where this was heading. Then I went back to work. I had worked on Shari several times in the past, but her body was filled out and different, she looked good. Plus she was turning her head and sneeking peeks at my Cock which didn't do anything to make it go down, either! I decided to just do the work and enjoy the moment. As I reached the top of her thighs, she did the little hip roll women do, and opened her legs slightly. She had enough extra weight now that my fingers touched both thighs before I got to the top, I remembered before than even with the towel I could see her clearly. The thighs then had been so thin that they did nothing to block my view. She sighed and wiggled a bit more, her legs parted and then she came into view. I was looking right at that same familar delicious looking set of labia, she was now slick and shiny. That was enough, and I knew. I poured a dollop of oil, letting it drift down the valley between her cheeks. I made no effort to catch the extra until I knew it had reached her rectum. Then I pulled her cheek towards me, reached in and flicked up the excess, saying "Oops!" just in case. Shari let out a moan, her hips came up as she pushed her fanny higher, and open invitation. I reached in and repeated the motion, another gasp, she was now almost up on her knees, her fanny was a full foot off the table! Nothing coy at all now, so I reached under her, and let my fingers slide directly across her now puffy pussy lips, then back down as I let my middle finger slide into her. That got a moan, I felt her left arm reach out, touching my leg. She felt around for a moment, and found my erection and grasped it. Her fist stroked the length of me, now fully hard and ready to go. Shari then got all the way up on her knees, and pressed herself down towards the foot of the table. "Fuck me, put it in me!" she gasped. Now I have been with a lot of women, they almost never say, "Fuck me!" They usually say "Come on" or "Please" or something like that. Not Shari, it was blatant. I positioned and pushed, she let out a moan, saying "Fuck fuck fuck oh" over and over. Her insides were slick and I could feel the muscles conform to me exactly as she shoved herself forwards and back with her hands. I realized I still had not seen her breasts in their new state, so I reached forwards and grasped them. Full and soft, a nice "C" cup size, I was wondering how she had put on so much weight there when I felt the thin line of scar tissue under her nipples. Implants, of course, and a damn fine job of it, too! Just then Shari orgasmed, bouncing wildly as she did so. Somehow I managed to hold off, I was enjoying the hell out of this! I stroked her hips and her sides as she shuddered, coming down, with me still fully hard and joined in her. With a final gasp, she dropped on her chest on the table, and lay quietly. I kept up a gentle sliding in and out motion, until I felt her tense as her body shifted to overly sensitive. Then I withdrew. I rolled her over onto her back, inspecting her new breasts as I did so. I could see where the incision had gone in just under the nipple, I reached out and tipped her nipple up to take a look. "Harder!" she gasped. I took the cue and pinched her nipple between my thumb and index finger, "Harder!" she gasped again. Finally I was using most of my strength, I had to ease up to keep from hurting her, she still wanted more. Shari reached down and grabbed my slippery cock, wet with her juices, and pulled my foreskin back firmly enough that I got a stab of pain. I realized she was straining to reach me with her mouth, so I stepped forward. She closed her eyes and engulfed me, sucking like a mad woman! Then I felt the pleasure building, but I didn't want to go off in her mouth. I wanted it face to face, I love the look on a woman's face when she is in the throes of orgasm. I thought back to just a month earlier, when Skip had picked up my Lee and carried her to the couch. I reached out and picked up Shari, lay her on the couch and slid up on top. We came together without using our hands, just that easy, and I began to fuck her for ME, this time. It was seconds before she started to moan, I let my pelvic bone ride hard against her pubic mound with every thrust, stopping and holding against her for a second, then repeating the motion. When I came, it was so intense I almost blacked out! Usually only Lee can make my body react like that, and then just some of the time. I must have orgasmed for a solid 30 seconds, pausing for a moment between each wave, prolonging it. Shari was right with me, her abdomen was rippling, I could feel the muscles react. Finally we collapsed, sweat soaked and lay in each other's arms. But I had more I wanted of her, I wasn't done yet. I reached for a soft washcloth, and wiped her as she watched me through slitted eyes. Then I buried my face between her legs, watching her head tilt back, eyes closed at the first contact. I tasted the combined backgound salt of her and myself, in seconds she exploded in another intense eruption of pleasure. Finished now, we showered together, taking our sweet time, scrubbing each other carefully, silent, no conversation. Then we went and curled up on the couch, just enjoying the moment of bare skin against skin. She tilted her head up and smiled at me. "Not bad for an old guy!" she told me, a sparkle in her eyes. "Now! The rest of my massage!" She got up and headed for the table. Naked, I followed, wondering if we would make it all the way through this time........ Shari and Andrew Recently, my girlfriend had broken up with me, and I wasn't dealing with it very well; I wasn't even interested in sex – I just wanted sex with my ex. Some friends of mine tried to help, and they used my email account to set up an 'personals' ad on Craigslist, and needless to say, I was kind of confused when I started getting emails from people wanting to hook up. They finally confessed, and said that they had picked out a "date" for me, but I wasn't sure I was ready yet. It turns out that I was invited over by Shari and Andrew, who wanted me to watch them get dirty. I suppose that since I wasn't having any kind of sex, I might as well watch people that were enjoying it. As agreed upon, I showed up at a small cafe to get to know them a bit. They were nice enough, and we got along wonderfully. Along the way, I found out they had tried this once before, but chickened out right before they got to the fun part. That sure explained why they each had several drinks to my one beer. Since they were starting to get a buzz, we quickly drove back to their house, just a few minutes down the road. Funny thing though – I could have sworn they made two wrong turns before we got to the house. Once we got there, Shari turned on the stereo while Andrew went into the kitchen for the bottle of rum and soda. Andrew surprised me by saying we should play a game of cards to get into "the mood," helped along by generous amounts of alcohol. I guess they were trying to cover their inhibitions with liquid courage. Shari said she was "nowhere close enough to drunk" so she downed a few shots while Andrew was trying to make the drinks. I started thinking it was a bit suspicious when it looked like they weren't sure where all the liquor bottles and the glasses were. Neither of them were really sure where to look for cards, so Andrew said he was going to go exploring... Once he went into another room to find the cards, Shari started dancing – and she was doing it well, and I guess she noticed my eyes all over her. Looking around quickly, she saw Andrew was not in sight, and she got a sly look in her eye. Moving closer, she whispered "Here's a special preview, just for you." as she pulled up her shirt and bra, making sure I got a good eyeful of her gorgeous C-cup breasts. As I reached for them, we heard Andrew say "Hey, I finally found these things, let's get going!" She spun around, pulling down her clothes, and picking up a drink in one smooth motion. I quickly went to the table and sat down to hide the bump that had suddenly appeared in my pants. A flash was quite unexpected, but always welcome. I saw Andrew look at Shari's hand in an odd way, and she kind of jumped when she saw her ring finger wasn't bare like his was. She put her hands under the table, and when I looked a few minutes later, her ring was gone. Things aren't adding up here... So we started playing poker, with drinks for bets. It sure didn't take long for us to get our heads swirling. Shari, slurring her words badly, said that we should stop doing shots, and up the ante – clothes instead of shots. Well, that sounded great, but only lasted two hands. We just couldn't concentrate on the game. Instead it turned to a weird truth-or-dare game – since I was just an "observer" this evening, my dares couldn't include anything physical. Shari was first up for the choice, and she chose truth. Andrew asked "have you ever gone skinny-dipping?" She thought for a moment then said "No, I've always wanted to, but I have always been too scared." For my turn, I also chose truth. Andrew said "name one fantasy you have not done but have always wanted to." Wow, was I ever shocked! No one has ever asked me that. Well, honesty. I thought for a sec, then replied "I have always wanted to record me having sex, but the moment was never right." I was feeling kind of embarrassed about that, so I was watching the table top; it got real quiet, so I looked up, and both Andrew and Shari were staring at me, grinning like fools. I was a little weirded out, so I told Andrew it was now his choice. He's quiet for a moment, than says "I want a dare." My brain wasn't working well, and it was apparently taking me too long because Shari popped up with "you have 10 seconds to take your clothes off and lay on your back on this table. Ready? 10...9...8..." Not wasting any time, and doing surprisingly well for being drunk, he only missed the countdown by about 10 seconds. I was a little shocked, I hadn't expected to see a naked guy a foot away from me – at least not so soon. Breathing hard, Andrew said "Your turn baby, truth or dare?" Right away, she replies "Dare. And it has better be what I'm thinking!" He grins, and I know exactly what everyone is thinking. He says "You, clothes off now, my cock down your throat, your pussy on my mouth – and right now." He isn't even done talking when she gets up and starts dancing a little bit again. Kind of ignoring the 'now' part of his dare, she slowly starts a little dance, teasing a bit as she goes. The shirt comes up, stops just below her breasts, then slowly comes all the up, then off, tossed to the side. She undoes her bra, turns around to take it off, looking back, making eye contact with both of us. Turning around hiding the girls under her hands, she keeps dancing a bit. After playing with them for a moment, teasing our eyes, she drops her hands and unbuttons her jeans. Making a show of it, she unzips, and slowly pulls down jeans and panties, shaking her hips the whole time. Now that everything is off, she walks slowly back to the table, facing me slightly, as if she's just being a show-off, knowing I'm not supposed to touch. Just to be as much of a tease as possible, she walks right next to me to climb up on the table. On all fours, she quickly gets to work, starting to suck him off. But she didn't move the rest of her body, so she pointing her ass at me from a foot away. I can see her pussy lips glistening already, and I can almost taste her. Finally finishing her dare, she moves a leg over Andrew's head, pushing her wet pussy onto his mouth. All I can hear for the next few minutes is moaning and slurping. Honestly, although I was enjoying myself, I was a bit upset I couldn't join in. Moving around a bit for a better view, I could see them both glancing at me frequently. After a few minutes, Shari stops the deepthroat and straightens up. Andrew stops a moment later and asks her what's going on. "Well," Shari says, "our friend here needs to get his turn at the game. We aren't done yet." At this point, really not sure what to think, I mumble something I thought sounded like "OK." Shari holds out her hand and asks me to help her down off the table; I guess this type of touching is legal under our agreement... But when she asks me to go with her into the bedroom down the hall, I don't know what to think. I look at Andrew, and he nods, saying "No, it's not what are thinking – go right ahead." Shari is already halfway down the hall, so I quickly follow her, my eyes never leaving the view of her ass. Turning to go into the room, she looks at me grinning, knowing exactly where my eyes have been. She leads me to the dresser, and starts going through the drawers, obviously looking for something but having no luck at all. I walk up next to her asking "Can I help? It would help if I knew what you were looking for." "I'm trying to find that one dildo, I know it was around here somewhere before. Why don't you look over there?" Seeing her point to the closet, I start looking around, but I'm not finding anything either. I do come across a travel bag, and put it aside, but she tells me to look in it. I'm now really staring to wonder why she doesn't know where she puts her dildos – most women know exactly where they are. Well, I do open the bag, but all that's in there is a video camera and a tripod. I turn around to tell her, but she has already moved on, and was now standing in the doorway to the bathroom and holding the dildo she was looking for, and she now saw what I found in the bag. She grins at me and says "why don't you bring that along too – wasn't that part of your fantasy?" We come back out to the table, and find it's been cleaned up. No more cards all over the table, and no more piles of clothes. There are a few more shots lined up though. Good thing too – with the extra blood pumping the past few minutes, we don't wanna loose our buzz. Two rounds of shots right away make sure we are going to keep that. Andrew sees the camera and smiles as he knows right away what is going on. Shari gives me an easy one. "Dare – you must set up the camera to record us. Andrew and I both didn't do our dare properly, so our punishment is to allow us to be recorded – we have never done that." Well hell ya, I can do that! I get the camera set up in no time flat, I don't want to miss any of this. I get the camera going, get the view set right, and hit the record button. Once they see the red light, Shari pulls me in front of the lens. Leaning heavily on me, I can feel her turn to put one breast on my arm and pull me towards her. On the count of '3' we all take a shot for the camera to see. Shari looks at me and looks at both of them. "Hey, something is wrong here. We're naked and you aren't. I think we would be more comfortable if you had nothing on too." I didn't bother to ask if it was a dare or an order, I just really no longer cared – so off came everything. Shari seemed to be enjoying the view while I stripped, her eyes didn't leave my body once, and I caught her licking her lips while she stared at my cock. Snapping out of it, she turned to Andrew. "Hey handsome, go back into the bathroom in there. I saw a bottle of oil that you should bring out." He nods and goes – and once his back is turned, Shari turns to me with a sly grin. "He's going to be in there for a minute before he finds it. Shhh, don't say anything." Saying that, she came over, bent over at the waist, and with one hand grabbed my cock and shoved it into her mouth, and the other hand pulled mine down and put it on one breast. Somehow, my other hand moved all by itself and found it's way to her ass, my middle finger found her soaking wet pussy, and it was suddenly all the way inside her. I couldn't believe this! This wasn't supposed to happen, but there is NO WAY I was going to break our deal. I only got about 20 seconds of a tease before she stood up and wiped her mouth. Grinning, she said "you should really make that cock relax, I doesn't want my husb... uhhh... Andrew to notice." Andrew comes back with the oil just as I get myself under control. He gets a handful of oil and lubes up the dildo, making it look like he's jacking off the rubber dick. Shari is liking that, so she gets on her knees in front of him and puts his cock in her mouth. Once he's hard, she starts stroking him, and tells him to keep hand-fucking the dildo. "Wait," she says, "get back on that table, lover." He goes around her, and sits back down on the table. Shari pushes him back a bit and tells him to lay down again. Now he's back on his back, the same as before. My cock was rubbing the back of her throat just moments before, and now his was at the same place. The same thought must have occurred to her also – as she was sucking him, she moved so her ass was pointing directly towards me. I could see her rubbing her pussy, but she stopped and wagged her middle finger at me, then it disappeared as she put it inside of her. Suddenly, she stopped and stood up. "I need more!" she said. She told him to get up, and they traded places. She lay so that her head hung down off the table. He walked around and stood in front of her face, leaning down a little, and started rubbing his cock around her lips. She followed his movement and hungrily latched on to his manhood. Stroking it with her hand, she bobbed her head slowly, taking him as far in as she could. I could see a lump appearing in her throat, knowing just how far inside her mouth he was explained the look of pure pleasure on his face. She stopped moving, but he needed more. Her breasts were right in front of him, and he grabbed both of them for traction, squeezing them together, kneading them and pinching her rock-hard nipples. His hips started thrusting, fucking her in the face. A few minutes later, he climbed back up on the table and turned around, getting back into the 69 position. As they fucked each other with their mouths, I got the camera moving, taking close-up shots of the action. They both seemed to intensify their movements when they saw they were the stars of the moment. As I was moving around for another shot, Shari stopped what she was doing and commented "hey babe, our visitor is definitely enjoying the view – he can't hide that!" She smiled that sly smile up at me again and went back to licking and sucking – but staring at my cock the whole time. Andrew's head was buried between her smooth thighs, having a conversation of his own with her pussy. Shari leaned her head around for a moment, looked over to make sure he could see nothing, and went back to work on his dick, but with a free hand, she reached out and started stroking me. The camera was already set down watching her head, so when she pulled my cock towards her, I had to follow, getting the whole thing recorded. For a minute or two, which seemed like only seconds, I know I was recording their oral fixations, while at the same time recording me getting a hand job from the beautiful woman giving a blowjob. She motioned me to stay where I was, and she took her mouth off of him, and started moaning, and stroking his cock. Since her hand was still on my cock, she just pulled me closer, then started sucking my cock. I couldn't believe this! As good as this was, I couldn't let myself continue – I had to stop or the whole evening would be ruined. The deal was 'no touching' but obviously Shari didn't mind, but I was sure Andrew would not approve, no matter how drunk he was. I backed away, getting a confused look from Shari in the process, but moved back to the camera. Shari took the opportunity to ask me to hand the dildo to Andrew. As I picked it up, it seemed like it was quite life-like, and about the same size as my cock. I wasn't about to compare it, but just handed it off. Andrew took it, happy to give his tongue a break. He waited while I got the camera ready for the close-up. Turning the vibrate function on slow, he rubbed the tip of the rubber cock around on her clit, briefly moving it to go inside her, but just the tip. We could hear her moaning around his cock as the effects started to hit her. With her pussy soaking wet, and lots of oil on the rubber dick, it had no problem getting inside of her. He slowly moved it in and out of her, going just a touch further each time. Before long, it bottomed out, and she twitched as it rubbed on her cervix, making her moan even more. Full stroke in, then all the way out, building up the rhythm, we could see her anticipate the next touch. He stopped for just a moment, long enough to start rubbing her clit with his thumb. He drove it deep inside her and left it, turning up the tempo. It was driving her crazy! This was driving me crazy too! If I wasn't careful, I could cum just by listening to her moan. Suddenly, I saw her body tense up, and she started breathing heavy around his cock. She pushed him out of her mouth so she could breathe. He slowly pulled it out of her while he turned it off, but still moved it up and down over her soaking-wet pussy, making sure to "accidentally" go too far and rub her asshole a tiny bit. It made her squirm even more, her ass cheeks quivering while she struggled to regain her composure. Every time it touched her overly-sensitive clit, she jumped a little and let out a little squeal. "I didn't mean to cum so fast, but I couldn't help it" Shari panted. "Just give me a second. I'm not even close to done yet." Shari got down off of the table, and quickly fell down in the closest chair, her legs obviously shaking. Andrew, his voice shaking a little bit, said "we should move this to the bedroom, I don't know if I can handle this table any more." Shari immediately agreed, and they both looked at me – but it didn't matter to me, I was just running the camera... We all got up and headed into the bedroom, but once we got there, Shari realized that we had forgotten the dildo and oil. "Hey Andrew, could you please go get the boyfriend and his assistant? I think the bottle is under the table." Once he left the room, Shari walked up behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing to get a good feel. She whispered "you will know when the time is right, but you will be fucking me within 5 minutes. Just wait, and do it quietly." When Andrew came back into the room, I had the camera ready by the corner of the bed to catch the angle, and Shari was lying spread-eagle waiting for her man. He had though ahead and brought another round of drinks, but he was so drunk he looked like he couldn't handle another one. We all had the shot, but Andrew looked like he was about done – even Shari could see it. "Honey, are you allright? You look like you're about ready to pass out." "No, I'm fine"' he replied "but just in case, how about if I lay down and you get on top of me?" That was fine with her, as long as she could get a cock inside of her. He scooted down on the bed so that his knees bent down over the end of the bed, and she got on her feet, squatting down on him. Shari grabbed his hands for support, and lowered herself slowly, taking him inside of her inch by inch. She settled all the way down, grinding her ass onto him, taking in all she could. Starting to move faster she started bouncing up and down on his cock. The view from the camera was awesome! It was like being on-site for a porn film – well, wait, isn't this what it was? He was thrusting up inside her, her breasts were bouncing like she was on a trampoline, and the smell of sex was pungent in the air. Once again, I could have almost cum just watching and listening! Shari started slowing down. She moaned something about not wanting to cum yet, I'm not sure exactly what it was, I was too busy fucking her with my eyes. Settling down on him, she looked at me and asked me to get the dildo for her, so I did. As I stood there holding the rubber cock, I thought again how closely it resembled my own cock. With the view I had, my cock was hard as a rock, so I held up the toy cock next to my own – it was the same. She leaned forward on Andrew, and whispered something to him. He slurred something back at her, I have no idea what though. She looked at me and said "he says he doesn't mind if you use the dildo to play with my ass. No touching though." And she ended that with a wink. Then she looked down to the twin dicks I was holding and grinned really wide. I guess I had my "approval" and my chance was here! My mind started doing flips and a million thoughts ran through my mind. Looking at Andrew, I could tell that the only thing keeping him going now was 'whiskey dick' and he was otherwise not there. I couldn't believe it. He moved a bit, ending up with his legs closer together. I got the oil bottle, and stroked up the dildo, and turned it on to low. Once she started moving her pussy around on his cock, I started rubbing her sphincter; and I couldn't help noticing how her body shook. Shari started moaning more, rocking back onto the dildo and his cock. Here was my chance! My hands were still coated in oil, so I rubbed the dildo on her taint, but got a finger tip into her ass. Holy crap did she start moving around! I don't think she had ever done this before, she was so tight and she was moving so much. My other hand was rubbing it's oil onto my cock at the same time. Holding the vibrating dildo directly under my cock, I leaned forward and eased the head of my cock into her. The pressure, the vibrations, and the moaning was almost more than I could handle, but I did my best to control it. Shari kept moving her body, and it kept the cock in her pussy, but also moved the engorged head of my cock into her button. Shari and Andrew I tried to keep up with her moving, and it was hard trying to push into her ass through the tight ring. As she bounced down just the right way, I was suddenly two inches inside of her. She screamed out for just a moment, and stopped moving. All three of us were still, letting her get used to having two cocks inside of her at once. The dildo was buzzing away, directly between my cock and Andrew's, keeping us apart, and keeping him from knowing I was now fucking her too. Within seconds, he started thrusting into her – he couldn't know why she had stopped. His short burst of energy gone, he sighed and stopped moving. However, Shari didn't, she started moving again. Slowly at first, and as the feelings got to her, she started moving faster. Andrew started panting and moaning, and we could feel him starting to move again. "Oh damn, baby. I'm gonna cum. I can't hold back any more" Andrew grunted. He was holding on to her tits, and he started thrusting faster, and suddenly froze. He let out a low scream, lightly thrusting in time to his cock pulsing, cumming inside of her. Shari breathed out "Dammit, I'm so close too, I'm almost there. Don't stop!" Once Andrew finished cuming, I could see his cock slide out, he was done. I had her to myself! I have no idea how much longer I could last, but I instantly put the dildo in her pussy, so she had both holes filled again. It didn't need any oils, the fluids from both of them let the toy go deep inside her. I could feel the vibrations on my cock through her body. I reached around her leg, finding her clit with my fingers. Holding the end of the dildo up against the base of my cock, I pushed all the way in, driving both cocks all the way inside her. Shari could only manage to say "Oh Oh Oh" as I fucked her twice. She couldn't stay up on her arms, she dropped her head onto Andrew and reached back for her ass. Grabbing both cheeks of her ass, she pulled them apart, giving me better access to fuck her just a little deeper. My hand was stuck in the fold of her leg, but it wasn't going anywhere. I was rubbing her clit with everything I had. She put her hand down to help me, and we both attacked her clit, her hand moving faster than I could do it. She screamed "DON'T STOP! Fuck I'm so close! Help me here." She took my hand and showed me how she wanted her pussy rubbed. She made me abuse her clit, rubbing so hard I thought it would never end. She drove her ass back at me, smacking me as hard as I was thrusting into her. Burying her face into Andrew's chest, she finally came, grabbing handfulls of the sheets. I could feel her pussy tighten up around the dildo, pulling it into her. Her ass clenched up, and I could barely move, even with the oils. Her whole body was shaking with the power of her orgasm. Feeling her cum, hearing her pleasure, I couldn't hold back, and I started to cum. It felt like gallons, shooting deep inside of her, every shot making me double up with it's power. I couldn't move. It was all I could do to lean on the bed a little to stay upright. A hand appeared, coming back to me. Shari could barely reach, but she pushed back on me with her fingertips. It took a moment to register, but I slowly pulled back. Spent, my pulled out easy, and the dildo followed. She moved back a little, not liking the feeling of loss. Falling back, I got out of the view of the camera, but Shari and Andrew were in full view. He was passed out asleep, and she was still rocking from the power of her latest orgasm. After getting my breath back, and being able to stand up straight, I stopped the camera, and went into the shower to clean up and recover. About 10 minutes later, standing there under steaming water, the curtain opened, and Shari stepped in with me. With hot water washing away the musky sweet smell of sex, she held on to me for a moment, then looked up at me. "I've never done quite that much, but holy shit that was insane! I think I owe you a 'thank you' for all this." Getting down on her knees, she said "He's much to limp for this, maybe I can help get him to where he needs to be." Since it was still in recovery state, my dick easily went all the way into her mouth, far enough for her to rub her nose on my belly. Not for long though. Feeling the back of her throat, the heat of her mouth, and her working wonders with her tongue, I could feel him rising again. Within no time, she had my cock standing at attention again. Pushing me back up against the wall, she sat on the edge of the shower. I pointed the shower head at me, directing the entire spray onto my face and head. I could hear or see nothing. The only thing that existed was the feeling of her mouth wrapped around my cock. The suction. The warmth. The constriction at the entrance to her throat. The occasional scrape of her teeth on my shaft, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. Her hand stroking me when her mouth pulled back. Her hand massaging my balls. It seemed like only hours, but felt like she just started when she suddenly stopped – and right I was about to cum again. She just took in the engorged head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue rolling all around it, teasing the sensitive underside. Pulling back a little from my cock, closed her mouth, pursed her lips, and gently put them on the big purple head – right before I came. I exploded into her kiss. I could only reach her head, and I held on for dear life, almost falling over, my legs couldn't support me. Looking down, I could see my cum running down her chin onto her tits. As my cock finished pulsing, she rubbed my cum all over her tits, covering her nipples and rolling them between her fingertips. What little cum was left on her lips she wiped up with my cockhead before taking it back in her mouth, sucking me dry. Luckily, since we were still in the shower, we were soon cleaned up again. "Holy shit that was intense" I told her. "Not complaining, but that was the last thing I expected right now." Just smiling, she replied "Oh, it was my pleasure! I wanted to do that ever since we met you this afternoon. I didn't think everything would go this way, but everything worked out perfect." Once we got out of the bedroom, still minus clothes, I saw she had the camera with her. She pulled out the mini-dvd that we had just filled with carnal explorations, she put it in the microwave and zapped it. Looking at me, she told me "We can't have this to remind us of what happened, the liquor should make everything blurry enough. To help explain, I have a confession – Andrew is not my husband, he's my boyfriend. We are married – but just not to each other. We're in my sister's house, and she is out for the weekend. This wonderful night should stay only in our memories, not on a DVD." I couldn't believe this. No wonder those little things were bugging me all night. I was part of an affair! No matter what they remembered, there would be nothing said, ever. As drunk as we were, I shouldn't have been surprised that Shari started crying – but hey, I can provide comfort too. As drunk as we were, we should have known that being a "shoulder to cry on," especially while naked, easily turns into another sexual episode. But that's a story for another day..